Alive, Well, and Chagrined

One More Time Around the Wall

Today, life gave me a measure of how far I have come towards constant, inner calm, and how far I yet need to go.

Let nothing disturb your wa. Photo by Mor Shani on Unsplash

Large publishing houses are hard fish to land for an unknown author. My WIP, Cult, will need a major trade publisher. I want it to vaccinate readers against cult recruiting techniques, which won’t work unless it is mass-marketed.

Yesterday, as I was working on Twitter trying to position myself to achieve that goal, I raised a Twitter conspiracy theorist’s suspicions. I’m disappointed that I handled his worries so poorly. To enjoy this story, you’ll need a brief explanation of the method behind my Twitter madness. Then I’ll tell you what happened and how I lost my Dalai Lama button.

1. The Motive behind My Madness

My WIP, Cult, will need a major trade publisher. I want the novel to vaccinate readers against cult recruiting techniques, which won’t work unless it is mass-marketed and enough read it to matter.

Also, I want a publisher big enough to insulate me from any angry cults who might sue me for disclosing their secret practices. The book will be pure fiction, but the cult recruiting techniques it will expose are genuine, and greed-driven cult leaders could try to cash in.