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I thank you all for your kind words - all except dys.
Other a2k memebers are in books, magazines, whatever . . . So I'm not real unique.
Edgar, you're now a famous published author!
Congratulations!
Couldn't have happened to a better person.... Can I be yr groupie now ? I will keep away all the fawning girls away from you...
Fabulous! Congratulations, Edgar.
Honestly, folks, no money changed hands.<smile>
Congratulations Edgar! When's the book signing?
Edgar
Edgar, I'm so happy you are published. I know you can't post your book access for sale on A2K but if you will send me a PM with the info I would like to take a look.
CONGRATULATIONS!
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edgarblythe wrote:Other a2k memebers are in books, magazines, whatever . . . So I'm not real unique.
Care to name any names, edgar? Joe Nation, I'd say, but others? But perhaps that's not possible, though, given the possible identity concerns. Some folk mightn't appreciate that at all. But it'd be good to know, though!
OK, I'll just make my own assumptions!
I think they will tell what they want folks to know. I wouldn't presume.
Of course, of course, edgar! I wouldn't either ....
But wouldn't I just love to know! :wink:
im late to chime in , but WOW! You deserve it!
From what I have read , you are a fantastic writter.
I hope you are fulfilled with your accomplishment.
tell me when and where and Ill buy a copy myself. ;-)
How do we find one of these publications? Can someone PM me?
I don't know how to respond to a thread like this. I suppose I can give a bit of background. About thirteen - fourteen - years ago, a person I loved for about forty years wounded me. He had been increasingly petty of late; then, when I crawled into the passenger seat of his car, singing a brief snatch of "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas," he totally lost it. For at least ten minutes he railed against Christmas in the bitterest terms, much like the character in my book. When he finished, he turned up the radio to make any sort of response all but impossible. For three years his action weighed on me. Finally, I began an angry story. If I could not reach him in this life, I would create another, in which I could. In fact, taking a scattergun approach, I made others who had riled me into characters. Even based one on Newt Gingrich.
As the tale began to shape up, the anger faded, the hurt subsided. The finished product became a labor of love. The man who inspired me to write Ebenezer's Ghost has no more power over me.
