Shameless Plug for Self-Promotion

Over the past few months, I've received several comments, e-mails, and Facebook posts from people telling me they like this blog and my writing, and that when I finally get that book deal they will buy whatever I publish  Thanks.  I have some of these correspondences still, but because I am a short-sighted dumbass who will throw away a box yesterday that he needs today (I have really bad OCD), most of them I've deleted to keep my electronic files clean.  Some of this has been due to necessity, since most of these comments have been posted to my Facebook wall, and if I left them all up I wouldn't be able to post new links, interviews, articles, etc.

The whole purpose of this blog was to explore another angle to get my work out there.  Frankly, I figured I'd write this thing for a week or two, get 7 or 8 people to read it (including Justine), and then quit.  But for whatever reason, people seem to read Candy and Cigarettes regularly enough to warrant my continuing it.  Which is very cool.  I started this in earnest in February, and we get about 1,000 hits a week, which isn't the 10,000 a day my agent would like but it makes me feel pretty damn appreciated, especially since the feedback has been resoundingly positive.

So the reason for today's special Sunday Father's Day post...

I spoke with my agent, Michele, the other day, and I mentioned some of these comments I've gotten in support of my work, pledging to be onboard for any book I publish.  Now, admittedly, a lot of these have come from friends, acquaintances, people in the SF "scene," but just as many have come from strangers who just stumbled upon C & C, and that's been awesome.  Michele suggested I compile all these comments into a document and use them in our next book proposal.  Pretty shameless, I know.  But I thought I could kill two birds, by 1.) saying any and all such comments are appreciated (especially from people I've never met), and that, 2.) if you leave such a comment, I'm hoping you don't mind if I use it in my next proposal.

That's it.  I hate to play on sentimentality.  Especially on Father's Day.  My first Father's Day.  With my son, Holden, who just wants to be proud of his daddy when he gets that first book deal.  So we can someday afford food that he doesn't pick up off the ground ("Son, put down the floor apple...  Daddy's trying to be a man in your eyes...")

I mean, if you get a minute...