I have spent a lot of time today with my head in my Kindle.
Oh, my!
I think we just ran into the logical limits of the expression “my head in a book.”
But perhaps not, because I never meant it literally, since I am a confusionist. I am the child of a literal mother, an English teacher, and a whimsical father, a physicist. That makes me a strangely non-scientific, non-English-conforming confusionist. And today’s Kindle involvement was not tactile but tangible nonetheless.
Because I am a publisher, Darling.
I am a New Media Publisher.
And for low-volume proof of that very thing, as I write this very blog post, in the very modern way of our time, at this very moment, I am very sufficiently using the word “very” and I am also spending time listening to a very stupid publishing conference call. The speaker is not talking about the Kindle, nor anything new media related. In fact, he just now suggested that people sell hard copies of their own carefully crafted book by going door to door. And, as a special bonus tip, he revealed that Bugs Bunny’s birthday was last week uncelebrated by me unpurposely and unceremoniously.
But hearing about such things of great importance is not why you are here, as you know, because despite having landed here, you are generally in control of your thoughts and activities, unless I have given you too much credit and I am happy to do it.
Because you are my reader and you are entitled to every good thought and every good wish that can leap in your direction from my beautifully coiffed, non-scientific, English-optional head. And my main wish for you today is that you will soon be reading my book, stress Relief for the High Achiever on your own Kindle and everything I have done today has been done in effort to bring that about.
