There is no door ... and more. There is no more.
When you’re up to your ass in alligators it’s difficult to remember your original intention was merely to drain the swamp. My grandfather was fond of this saying.
Draining the swamp for me was getting that poetry out of my basement. I do not need a print book. I do not need an ebook. Neither one of those items guarantees readership.
I could email the ePub file out to you directly. Please send a request to:
Do Happy Better @gmail.com
Because ….
A mere 12 minutes after I pressed the publish button for the e-book of my poetry from the middle 70s, I got an email from the system indicating that, because some of these poems are found in a book on Amazon, which I specifically chose not to select, the system indicated that I couldn’t publish it unless and until I fixed it to their liking.
Okay. Since the system could not tell me what exactly to remove, I decided not to invest the time.
Unfortunately, an ePub file type, does not attach to the Substack emailer. It also does NOT upload to Blogger blog. It may, with a plugin, upload to a Wordpress blog.
So, now it is uploaded to two separate blog spaces. Much to my chagrin, there is an html default that adds to the space between lines. More research. Exasperating. For this moment I am NOT tinkering with the default.
So much for FREE SERVICES, because …..
It’s America, it’s poetry, and I haven’t done much about poetry in terms of trying to make a name for myself. I don’t submit my poetry for publication. I just put out stuff myself and that’s the end of it. It just drags me along in the dance of it. The music starts and I tap my feet.
If I wanted to make any money writing words I could’ve gone into country western music.
I will email the ebook / ePub file out to you directly IF YOU ASK.
Please send a request to:
Do Happy Better @gmail.com
Please ask for: there is no door
Or visit either of these two sites:
https://davidlwhite.wordpress.com/2022/05/25/there-is-no-door-and-more/