About book-sales and an analogy about my brain

In keeping with the slightly confessional nature of this blog, I will confess an irrational character trait. I experience a visceral anxiety about book sales. If you were expecting something darker, or more obscene, I’m sorry to disappoint, I’m just not that complex.

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And, yet again, I’m writing about myself

Without going into inappropriate detail, events have conspired such that I am called upon to write a 500 word summary of my recent MA work and ‘other accomplishments’ during the course. I’m happy to write about the thesis, I have plenty of practice, and I’m rather proud of it. I am less enthusiastic about the rest.

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