A cup of coffee or a work of art?
And i drink lots of coffee!
I ran across this image a few weeks ago, and won’t lie the impact was remarkable. Maybe it’s my frame of mind, as I am about to endeavor into the unknown abyss of indie authorship,or maybe it is the sinking realization that I, as an author, am awful at supporting my fellow authors, either way I find myself pondering how I spend my money.
Everyday I piddle away tiny amounts of change, a candy bar at the store or an ugly blazer at Goodwill, that I’m pretty sure I have to have…but what does it really buy me? Bigger hips and less space in my closet.
And yet, when I explore my Nook, I find a book that I want to buy, but talk myself out of it because I don’t need to waste the money…..
Imagine, instead if I bought a book for my Nook. I buy (hopefully) hours…
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