Oh, sweet cheesy mozzarella sticks. Italian herbs and cheese in stick form, perfect for dipping into marinara sauce. Once ingested into my stomach, they will bind me up and make me drop a brick but it will be so worth it.
The Applebees website lists their mozzarella stick appetizer at eight bucks. (I assume Mrs. Applebee comes out and gives you a back massage or something.)
So, I’m thinking I’ll price How the West Was Zombed at 2.99 and then once you factor in Jeff Bezo’s cut, I’ll probably need to sell four copies just to make sure I have enough.
You know what? Let’s go for five copies. I’ll want a soda to wash all that gooey cheese down.
What a world we live in. Never did I once dream that I would ever be a successful enough writer to buy my own plate of cheese sticks and now I’ll be wolfing them down.
I don’t know exactly when. There’s still a lot of work to do. But there’s definitely a light at the end of the tunnel for the first draft and thus that’ll be a first for me.
Not sure how long, could be a year or two before it gets self-published but now I know it is not a question of if but when.
Those cheese sticks will be mine and I owe it all to my 3.5 readers.
Oh wait. Damn it. I’m going to need 5.5 readers to get cheese sticks and a coke. Come on people, I need 2 more readers to make my dream of a delicious appetizer come true.
In the meantime, 3.5 readers, would you do me a favor and read what I have written so far of How the West Was Zombed?
Your comments (good or bad) bring this project closer to fruition. If you help me whip this book into good enough shape I might even…no…dare I dream it?
Get an entire fiesta lime chicken entree. Oh sweet, delicious chicken seasoned with lime…