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Originally Posted by BearMountainBooks
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That's... precious. I had to look inside. Excerpt:
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She rattles her ice cubes. She takes a hit off her cigarette.
He waits for more but she juts her head forward and bulges her eyes to get the bartender’s attention.
He says, “So this guy who didn’t sell cars...”
She nods several times, quick, but she is nodding at the bartender and she says “Nother, hon, thanks” She turns toward him, blowing smoke. “Your name’s Donnie, right?”
“Daniel.”
“Danny, I got to tell you, this guy? He said I should stay the hell away from you.”
He doesn’t know how to respond to this. He is never bothered this woman. Barely spoken to her. She is a regular, he is a regular. He has bought her a drink or two. Once, yeah, back in December when they were the only two in the place the entire night, he bought her four and danced with her once, the jukebox playing “You got my sugar but I got you, sweet” as the snow fell like cotton swabs outside the high green windows. Then the bartender said closing time and Daniel asked her if she was okay to drive and she laughed and the sound of it was like a bird screeching above the ocean and she slapped both hands on his chest and said, “Yeah, I am fine, sweetie. You go on home.”
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I tried to make sure I included all the typos from the original and not add any new ones. Original is indented, not line-between-paragraphs.
This, of course, is what traditionally-published authors are railing about when they talk about the evils of self publishing. This, of course, is not what's cutting holes into traditional publisher incomes. Nobody's rushing back to buy more of this.