... or two
A few weeks ago I started writing some stuff just for myself. It's my way of taking an emotional dump (in case you hadn't noticed).
Yesterday, I looked at it, and it was good. There's a lot of juice in them there pages, juice that could nourish others. It's not really blog material, but, I realized, it could make a great book.
So now it's being written that way. Problem is, I know nothing of the publishing business except that it is in the toilet like everything else. What good is a book if nobody reads it?