Thank you great Zeus! After rewrites, editing, formatting, proof reviews and a lot of cheap red wine, my book is done and for sale on Amazon. Not a bad accomplishment as far as shit goes. I was in Paris the day France won the World Cup. I was in the Red Light District of Amsterdam looking through the same red-lit window as Cypress Hill. I’ve never gotten a DUI. And now I’ve written a book. Life is complete.
The title of my book had changed a couple of times as well as the majority of the story. The Phantom Ledger was the first title. Then I was toying with the Ph-Ledger. Then I settled on The Phantom Paradigm which I really couldn’t conceive something that fit the story any better. And I figured it’d be so unique, I wouldn’t even have to try being at the top of search engines. Foolish mortal.
So I guess there’s a well known speaker manufacturer named “Paradigm” and they produce a line of speakers called “Phantoms.” It’s all about the due diligence people. Never been my thing. So there I will sit on page 20 of google for all eternity. Like naming my book The Mazda of Miata. Why aren’t I ranking?
It’s all gravy though. I didn’t really write a book to sell a book. I wrote a book to write a book. Done. On my shelf. Oh, that one? That’s actually mine. What’s the name of your book again? Oh, for some reason I thought everyone wrote a book. Don’t get me wrong, I won’t be sad if the book gets bought a million times so I can get off the Carlos Rossi super jug of Sangria and graduate to a nice $5-7 single bottle of Merlot from Trader Joe’s.