Amateur Hour

So, I’m starting here…

This is my “jumping off” point. It’s the ledge of the cliff, overlooking the deep and frothy sea of self-publishing. I expect rip currents, water spouts, hungry sharks, and the occasional desert island.

You don’t have to dive in after me. Go down to the beach, instead. Spread out your blanket, pop the top on your beverage of choice, and see what happens. It’s too late to beg me not to jump, so you might as well enjoy the spectacle.