So I have been marketing my book these last couple of days.
I know if I bring up my book one more time.
At this point I am considering changing the blog to buymybook.com.
Since that is the only thing I am really saying these last couple of posts.
You’d think a guy can find decent reviewer around here.
Someone who will read my book and review it.
Poetry is only included in a reviewers list when it is under “Don’t send me this stuff.”
Which is really dandy for me.
Did I just use dandy in a post?
Yeah this marketing is getting to my writing.
Pretty soon I will be writing in phrases like good ol’ chap and swell.
All this reviewing makes my think I should review the damn thing myself.
Actually that’s what I am going to do.
Why should I wait around for people to review my work when I can do it myself?
This what a book club looks like when they read my book. That is if anyone bought my book.
Hey how is it going?
I hope you are having a nice day.
And if you aren’t you now have this great blog to read.
And this blog may be able to make your day.
And if it doesn’t then well at least you can tell people you read a pretty funny blog.
Anyway I hope you are having a really nice day.
That is until I started thinking of you.
That was funny.
Sometimes I don’t know what to do with myself.
Also if you like my blog so much why not buy my book?
For this pormpt I decided to interview my favorite fictional character, Jay Gatsby.
The guy basically makes the Great Gatsby worth reading.
If it wasn’t for him the whole book would be rich people partying.
Me: I still can’t believe you died in your book.
Gatsby: Yeah. Death does kind of stink.
Me: There goes for being great.
Gatsby: Well I am still great. How many other people have the word great define them?
Me: Alexander the Great.
Gatsby: Besides him.
Me: Constatine the Great.
Gatsby didn’t respond.
Me: So you have a movie out now.
Gatsby: Yeah. I do.
Me: Would you like to talk about it?
Gatsby: Nah not really. I have other things on my mind.
Me: Like what?
Me: I notice you haven’t said old sport once during this interview. Did you give up saying it?
Gatsby: Yeah after I died I thought it wasn’t needed to say it after every two sentences.
Me: Looking back on your life what would you say about it?
Gatsby: That is a tough one. Considering I am a fictional character and all.
Me: Can’t you have some opinion on the world since the author gave you certain attributes?
Gatsby: Sorry. But I have to go.
Me: Do you have any comment on the misunderstanding that led to your murder?
Gatsby left without answering the question.
And that was my interview with Jay Gatsby.
The best part about interviewing Jay Gatsby is he didn’t say old sport once during the whole interview.
I am happy to report my book has sold a bunch of copies.
Granted I am the buyer of them all.
I would have bought more but I ran out of money.
Buying my own book is tougher than I thought.
When I look out the window I see…
I see trees too.
But mostly roads houses and cars.
I don’t know what a forest would respresent if I were looking out of a metaphorical window.
Would it mean I see a lot of things?
That I group items together?
I don’t know.
Oh and I don’t know what I am supposed to see if I look at a metaphorical tree either.
So I’ll just say I see roads.
There is probably something figurative being said there but I am not going into it.