Today I was at a Borders looking for Poker Pro magazine (on account of I’m in it, how cool is that?). While there, I, as usual, checked the sf section to see how well represented I was. I skimmed past the row Jim Butcher, found the row of Lois Bujold, and there I was. Two books.
Two lousy books.
Sad. Miserable. Depressed. I moped out of the store to my car, then stopped.
Two books? I have two books at Borders?
How many people do I know who would give their right cliche to have two books at Borders?
Man. I have BOOKS. In a BOOKSTORE. And there was my car, that I bought with money I got for WRITING BOOKS.
I drove home feeling much better.