Should ever I, at some future point, find myself processed
through the publishing world, I would hope the finished product does not contain
such a likeness of myself, posed with pensive mood and smoking pipe. I believe my true self exists beyond such lame
expectations.
A much better likeness would be formed through digesting the
flavor of my writings. Let that be the
image that lingers in the minds of the readers.
Neither shall I become a barker, hawking at malls and grand
openings. That is not me. I have given my stories legs, that they might
stand on their own.
I can suggest that such a publisher solicit an AI version of
myself to become the sales puppet.
Without strings, there would be no request for an advance, no coffee
breaks needed and multiple venues could be satisfied simultaneously.
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