Afterglow

I've just spent the last several days basking in the unexpected tsunami of congratulations that followed my post about the Thunder Road chapbook I helped publish. All I wanted to do was tell a story and sell some books, but the kind words that were left in the comments section and included with the orders I received were a complete surprise. What a treat!

Let's see...there are about 48 comments right now and in order to appease my pathetically needy ego, I've probably read each one no fewer than five times. That means I've read and reread about 250 comments. What an utterly shameless waste of time. I approve!

Included was a clever quip from Nick Hornby which, I suppose, is as close as I'll get to the :15 minutes of fame that Andy Warhol promised me, and a remarkably gracious comment from my buddy, Jim, who started this project with me all those years ago. Although things kind of imploded along the way, there wouldn't have been a book without him. Truth.

Thanks to those who have already submitted orders. I beg your patience, as I am a one-man worldwide fulfillment center. So far, I've gotten orders from all over the U.S., Denmark, Canada, Australia and England. (Now that I look at the list, I realize they are from the epicenters of lily-white Caucasian culture. Springsteen and Hornby's base!) Also, I'm shouldering a 40-hour work week and have two young daughters who feel they own all my free time. I wonder where they got that idea? And thanks to all who provided links, especially whoever put it on Backstreets.com. My hit rate went from a measly 80-90 per day to a fertile and potent 475 per day.

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Did I just write a post about a post? Now, that's just lazy. I've got posts about New York City in the queue.