So far, I have sold one copy of my book. The copy I gave to my mother she left at my house, and she hasn't even asked for it. Uncle Chester asked me to sign his copy, and then said he was going to sell his pen on ebay, since it had been touched by a "famous writer." My brother refered to one of the poems by title, then said he liked it "because it's short."
Joe, who designed my cover, and David, are giving me a book party. If you're in the area on Nov. 13, let me know, and I'll tell you where we'll be at.