
It is somewhat unsemely to see so many bloggers publishing books. It's a bit common. I obviously have two great books to be published. One for my precious research and another detailing the trials and tortures I have gone through in my research struggle and my problems with an unprecidented mob of vindictive stalker vendetta gibbons.
It is a gross embarrassment to the artistic spirit.
(Seriously.)
no real artist would lower themselves to be published.
I shall call the second book: "My Battle With Wombats". It will be a best seller and richard and judy will fall over each other to get me to be on their show. I imagine Oprah will be equally keen. And why not, it's the story of a century. I could be the new Trisha.
My work will be a beacon of honesty and I will be recognised as a great author and as a major voice in literature. I get a bit embarrassed thinking about all the acclaim I will get, especially on the Culture Show.
But I need to pick my time. It would be embarrassing and toe curling to publish anything now - not hat anyone's asked - as I would be associated with all the other authors and bloggers out there. Really, it's not the company a distinguished major figure in letters, such as I should be expected to be involved in.
I've never been a publicity seeker. Indeed my work has never had any publicity of any sort or kind whatsoever. I'd be ashamed to have publicity geese barking on my behalf.
I have published my research on the internet several times and publishers obviosly feel that the 'time isn't right' and that the 'public are just not ready for it'. This is why not one publisher has ever expressed any interest in my work.
They ALL want to but are wise enough to wait for the right time.
The pointless attention seekers try to debunk my thesis but I don't respond to their detailed critiques. If irritation threatens the runway of your beautiful mind. I do, occasionally say, 'Get your heads out of the endless misguided criticism and abuse lavatory into which they are currently plunged.'
This response shows a fragment of the literary genius and powerful analysis and research that is awaiting the right publisher.
I ignore the silly publicity seeking geese and their rampaging pack of blogging badgers. I never respond to them. Ever.
No, not once.
Well, apart from when I do.
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