If you walk past St. Kilda Readings today, you may notice a familiar cover in its window:
No, not The Martian! Right next to it, look!
Yep, there she is, looking a little freaked out to be in such distinguished company. How did she get there, you ask?
Turns out that all you have to do is ask.
This has gone a long way to power up my batteries – I’ve been feeling a little down lately and ended up reading a few ugly articles thrashing self-publishing, one going so far as to declare that self-published authors are “neither published, nor authors”. Well – up yours, dear critic. If it looks like a book, and it reads like a book, and, gosh darn it, people like it and are willing to display it on the top shelf next to a bestseller – well, that means I’m a published author. And the fact that I did it all myself makes it that much more special.
Aaaaahhh…Isn’t life grand?