Terrible things are afoot. Instead of writing a really cool short story riffing on Icelandic folk tales, I've discovered Squidoo via the lovely people at Artsphere, who offer the persuasive argument that if I Squidoo, I will make money, find a job, be elected president of the Galaxy and not be such a late adopter when it comes to social networking...
So far, so non-literary. But I think Squidoo could be a pretty good tool for writers looking to do lo-fi promo, and readers looking to pick up new titles. No-one's really cracked how to make the internet work for writers - don't buy the lulu hype - but maybe this self-generating, soapbox/storefront will be the way forward?
Ever wondered what happens to all those books sold in second-hand stores and yard sales, left on buses, or given away free? Sandman readers will know Dream's Library, which is full of all the books never quite published, but Delirium, Dream's younger, kookier sister, also has quite the collection of bizarre and brilliant works. As guardian of this library, it's my pleasure to read through the never-ending shelves of "books I bought or was given and can't remember why."
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