I am still in need of a publicist, secretary, and experienced book promoter who wants nothing in return from life except to see my books succeed.

I’ve actually gotten very few job applications to fill this vacancy.

The only one I received was from a less-than-enthusiastic candidate who is more interested in turning a clever phrase and creating new characters than putting in the long hours and dirty work necessary for an indie author to succeed. Oh, and curiously enough, this sole applicant has the same exact name as me.

Strange, isn’t it?

So yes, here I was on a free Saturday. I have so many author duties to accomplish. There is so many promotional ideas to be explored. I have giveaways to set up. Networks to be connected. Book reviewers to be contacted, but no, what did I do? I defied every single one of those “duties” and I did what a writer is supposed to do. I wrote a new play.

That’s right. I forsook promotion in order to promote my creativity because that’s what I love to do. So I spent the afternoon writing a gritty drama entitled “Alone in a Bar.” It’s a power-keg of a drama ready to explode. It’s about 10 minutes long, so I’ll probably enter it in some competitions at some point to see what I got.

So please forgive me for not getting anything done except for creativity. Isn’t that enough? Who needs to sell books anyways? I just want to write. I’ll get back to promoting another day. Creativity is always my priority over the other mundane tasks of being an author. Yes, I’ll get back to them another day, just not now. Not today when there’s a distraught man with a gun sitting at a bar with a bottle of whisky in front of him. I needed to see what he was going to do.

And so I did.