Hell, no. Better! (BTW, you'll have to visit Jenre's blog to find out who Castanet Feldman is. Truthfully, though, it isn't worth the bother, although Jen has a great blog.)
I spent a good portion of last week working for a friend who just purchased a bar and grill. The place had become a kind of landfill for grease, so some heavy-duty cleaning was in order. While scraping and scrubbing, two small blessings were bestowed on me.
One of the other women who was helping out there is married to a guy who repairs computers! You can't begin to imagine what a boon this is to somebody who lives in the boondocks, where finding a computer fixer is tantamount to finding the perfect organ donor. WOOT number one!
The next day, another woman arrived to help clean. And who was she? Well, a relocated Chicagoan and a member of a local book club! She was ridiculously excited to find out I was a writer and had a book in print that would give her fellow clubbers something "meaty" (but not of the smut variety) to chew on. "Would you come speak to us when we discuss it?" she asked timidly, as if I were Nora effing Roberts. "Sure!" I said. "And I'll even autograph your copies . . . for free." (No, I didn't throw in those last two words.) So, barring any complications, like a massive Amazon outage, Acts of the Saints will be read by the rural equivalent of Oprah's flock. WOOT number two!
And herein lies the advantage of living a simple life: little things DO mean a lot. ;-)