Self-published books are nothing new. In my family, we rush off to Kinko's and publish spirals of our latest memoirs. Everybody has written a memoir or autobiography, some are quite good, and most are illustrated with photos. It's touching to have "scrapbooks" of other people's lives.
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I'm happier free-lance. I'm twice-again happier blogging. It's fun to write short pieces. And not to have to sort anything out.
My family has not, as I mentioned, gone the electronic route. I am the only blogger. Some of the younger family members are on Facebook. Somebody scandalized everyone by writing about her life as a prostitute or something, but it's probably all made up. Anyway, I don't have a Facebook account, so I haven't read it.
I think it would be fun to read self-published books for, say, a week. I'm mostly down on receiving free books from "real" publishers, as my TBR pile is already endless, but if anyone wants to send me an excerpt from a "free" self-published e-book for possible review, I'm game. The problem is I would say what I think. Writer, beware. E-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org