Meeting with a Savage Press author last Wednesday, she indicated that she'd stumbled upon a sure marker of how she had "arrived." For her, it was the fact that her book was for sale on eBay. "That made my day," she said with obvious pleasure.
Her story reminded me of a visit to the Superior Post office a few years back. The Superior Post office is a good place. Lots of positive energy, something you don't really expect at the P.O. Anyway, there was a clerk there named Kieth who was very droll. He had a crafty grin, but he wasn't real demonstrative. One day I walked up to his "window" and handed him my books to be mailed out for the day. He casually said, "You know Mike. I'm really glad I didn't buy your most recent book."
"Why is that, Keith?"
"Well, last Saturday I found one at a rummage sale for a quarter."
Ohhhh, man. That was so awesome. I knew I'd arrived. My books were selling at rummage sales for a quarter. For me, I'd hit the big time.
What's your threshold for being big time?
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The first time was when I was at a street festival and a man came up to me and said, "You're Chris Forman, aren't you? I'm a huge fan of your's."
The second time was when I got an e-mail from one of my favorite authors thanking me for the review I posted for her. She then told me she was ordering my book.
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