I'm not much of a capitalist. Truth be told, my values are mainly socialist. I freely admit this, even though I'm sure my Republican opponents will use this statement on my blog to attack me someday in the future when I'm running for office. Fuck 'em.
ANYway, the book is now for sale...hitting the PayPal "Buy" button on this blog should (if I set it up correctly) take you to an order site where you can pass me money and your mailing/shipping information. That's the grand hope anyway. And then the money will somehow get deposited into a newly minted bank account for Yours Truly.
By the way...what the hell is up with Greenwood? Is everyone in this neighborhood a closet gamer? I'm down at the bank this afternoon opening an account for Running Beagle Games, and the hot chick who's helping me just wants to know more and more about my role-playing game and tell me how much she's into old school Dungeons & Dragons and writing short stories about her character (a cleric apparently). Then the bank manager comes over to meet me ('cause I opened a new account) and HE'S like, "so you wrote an RPG? I'm a total gamer..." and HE starts talking about how he loves role-playing games.
I asked the bank people if there was a secret club somewhere I needed to know about.
Crazy. Even one of the printer ladies (NOT in Greenwood) wanted to talk about her role-playing and how excited she was for me and my book. And, no, these people don't even know about the blog.
I guess it's just like the pot-smoking population of Seattle. The folks I know who smoke weed (I do not) assure me that one-quarter to one-half of the adults in this town are at least occasional tokers...but you'd never know it unless you were "of the type." Apparently, there's a bunch of underground gamers, too. Now if only I could find a way to organize 'em.
Or tap the market. Now THAT would be very "Capitalistic" of me.
; )
[yes, I just compared closet gamers to dope smokers...so sue me]