A big thank-you to Tripp of the team blog Books Are My Only Friends. Tripp was surveying the cyberlands when he stumbled upon my humble site, and he wrote the following:
This dude has the craziest blog banner I have ever seen. Actually the craziest banner I have ever seen. Also the worst name ever. The images....oh the images that are conjured.
I responded in his comments section, after which he wrote:
Update: In the comments, Kevin has informed me that the disturbing blog title is a reference to his even more disturbing book title. Actually it looks pretty funny in a My Tank is Fight! kind of way.
After I commented that sales of my book have been happening at a very slow trickle, Tripp encouragingly noted, "Hold on, a book about coprophilia not selling? Surely you kid Kevin."
I need to ask Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo for his tips on breaking into the shit market. That, or consult Poop Report. Or Doodie.com. Or Rate My Poo. I don't think the problem is lack of a market; the problem is that the market is overflowing.
Ah, that reminds me-- it's never too early to buy this Christmas card.
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2 comments:
Feelin' a bit blue... perhaps it's time to let my fingers do the walking... and flip the pages of your book again. I need some cheer... coprophagia... GOOD TIMES!!
Thanks for the shout out. Have you read Jeffrey Ford's Portrait of Mrs. Charbuque? He references some coprophile text from the 70s.
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