Welcome to the Local Authors section.
Three years have gone by, and my hometown library still has not restored my books to their place in the Young Readers section: they remain exiled to the Local Authors ghetto, where no one in his right mind will ever find them.
Not to be a snob: but in this age of easy self-publishing, I don’t think people understand how blisteringly hard, trying, tortuous, soul-harrowing, and gut-wrenching it is to get your work published by a real publisher and get paid for it. I actually achieved that–but only after years of heartache.
So to get tossed off as “probably one of those self-published Local Authors writing about the kids he played horseshoes with in 1962”–well, that rankles. Like it would be impossible for a yokel like me ever to write something that anybody would pay to publish.
I still can’t get anybody around here to read my stuff.