…yesterday, I posted a piece about the ‘Holy Grail’ for many writers being to achieve gazillions of sales… the pipe dream that makes the long hours, days, weeks, months, years spent in the virtual candle-lit garrets WURTH it all… be that as it may, I still read regularly of the dismay of those whose expectation fulfilments reach NUTHIN like these ginormous chart-busting levels…so, p’raps a wee WURD from this ol’ Jurassic may be timely… I acknowledge I’ve been luckier than most in that my own wee literary babies seem to have found favour in an extensive readership in the tens of thousands… with no false modesty, it confounds me…
…but, of course, I’m delighted with such numbers, and confess I still have more than a passing interest in how the regular drawdown figures are faring… my point, however is this—when my first Jack Calder masterpiece, The Violin Man’s Legacy, not…
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