Then I found out my own children, f/k/a 'loved ones,' actually read and enjoyed Hunger Games. Then yesterday I made a pie graph demonstrating that the unwarranted media attention on Hunger Games has had an adverse effect on I've Been Deader sales.
Had Hunger Games reamined out of the media spot light on my release weekend, my forensic accountant (and cleaning lady) estimates that "I've Been Deader" would have sold an additional seven copies by now. Seven!! That may not mean much to Ms. Hooity Tooity Bestseller, but it means plenty to me. Like Jesus, I am in need of seven disciples (let's face it, you can't name seven on a good day). Seven people to go forth and tell the world how much they enjoyed reading "I've Been Deader," and how it made them want to be better people.
It is for this reason that I am giving away three paperback copies of "I've Been Deader." I want you to spread the Word. To shamble forth into the world and moan. Moan about all the undead goodness to be found in these pages. Moan about the beautiful Aleta, the eaten Aleta. Moan about Timmy, and George Potts and poor whatshername, who is too terrified to stay outside and too claustrophic to stay in.
Moan about it all, until the world starts throwing money at me just to shut us up.
And so, without further ado, I give you the link.