I think compiling my book, an effort that has taken over two years, may have been the easiest part of all. The actual marketing and selling of the book is heading into a territory I find foreign and fearful. I have always joked that I could not sell a bottle of water to a lost person in a desert. Now I have to sell not just myself, but a small book of poetry, prose, and musings.
Maybe I need to spend some time learning how to do sales. I could just see myself driving around trying to get a Tupperware party together, maybe sell a few vacuum cleaners door to door, or better yet live life boldly and sell lingerie and makeup. That would be too funny, some husband having a heart attack after seeing me show up to sell his wife and her girlfriends lingerie. Probably would not go over well at church either.
Perhaps I should go to Walmart and pick an aisle to work and try to sell something on it to everyone one that comes down the aisle. That would probably go over real well, as long as I could sell the cops on not arresting me or having me committed. Watches and jewelry out of my duster, have them all neatly hanging, find a alleyway to pop out of with a little flourish. Even better jewelry on one side, lingerie on the other, and a cooler full of ice cold water for that poor soul lost in the desert.