In 2012, I self-published a little humor book called This Little Piggy Went to the Liquor Store. I had no idea if anyone would read it. And if they did, would they even like it?
People did read it. The title and cover caught attention. Readers would then tell their friends about it (word-of-mouth is still the holy grail of advertising). It turned out that a lot of readers really liked it. Except for a handful of haters who wrote to tell me that I’m a horrible person. That’s okay, though. Once you have haters, you know you’re on the right track.
This little indie book chugged on and gained popularity. Two years after its release, it made the New York Times best-seller list. This Little Piggy Went to the Liquor Store became the first of a trilogy that would garner another listing on the NYT, a starred review from Publishers Weekly, inclusion in BookLife’s Top 5 Indie Books of 2014, and half a dozen other awards.
Take that, haters!
When Piggy was five-years-old, I was offered a contract for it. Not a vanity contract, not a hybrid-publishing contract, but a traditional publishing contract. Someone believed in my book, and in me as an author (#thankyoutom), enough to want to publish my book for placement in bookstores everywhere.
Spoiler alert: I said yes.
The “Infused Edition” of This Little Piggy Went to the Liquor Store has been revised and fattened up with new material.
Publication is slated for October of 2018.
For those of you who have been with me from the start, I adore you.
Thank you from the bottom of my crass little heart.