I have one question… if this is such an amazing, fantasmagorical, life-changing, yadda-yadda-yadda novel….

Why is it self-published? Why did Ketchbaw HAVE TO PAY SOMEONE to publish it? Just how in the world did New York miss this smambashingly-good novel?

Come one people. Self-publishing. Cop out. Not a good thing, in the real world of publishing. It either means the writer: has no idea how the publishing world works, is an idiot, doesn’t have patience, endurance, persistence, etc to land the agent or the editor that lands them the real deal, or…they wrote a book so redundant, long, repetitive, nonsensical, that no agent/editor/epress would dream of picking it up.

And trust me on this. If Ketchbaw had managed to get this on to a real editor’s desk, so much would have been slashed, it wouldn’t be recognizable. Which would be a really good thing.

I wonder if I should get all my friends/relatives/strangers bribed on the internet to go post comments on all my books’ bad reviews…