hmmmm... should I?

hmmmm... should I?

"You would come and see me if I was having a book singing, right?" I asked Judas, the bag of chips.

"Yeah," he, the bag of chips, said.  "Why, you having one soon?"

I sighed.  I've been contacted by a company that works with a small publishing firm.  They basically do this program where they offer a half price deal, so to speak, on their services.  Their services are simply that they tell people that you exist.  I have a book, and they tell people that I have a book.  This publishing company provides the books if you sell any.  If it does well, it could be the beginning of a really good thing.

"So, what's the problem?" Judas, the bag of chips, asked.

I shrugged.  "I don't know.  I guess that there's just this worry that I'm buying into a dead end.  I just don't know.  I mean, I'm a good weaver of a tale, but am I really worth it?  You know, the funny thing about that very statement is that I want a publisher to take  that risk for me.  I've played it safe all this time, but maybe I need to just do it!"

"Alright!" Judas, the bag of chips, shouted as he jumped up and down for a second.  He stopped, slumped, and looked away.

"Did I just see you move?" I asked.

"I don't know," Judas, the bag of chips, said with a shrug.

"Um..." I started, but I stopped.  I just decided to leave it.  I'm pretty sure that bags of chips can't move on their own... so I must have just been seeing things.  "Yeah, maybe I'll do the thing with the people to promote my... book.  I think I'm tired."

"You should try to get a little sleep before you have to get up again," Judas, the bag of chips, suggested.

yeah, sleep...

Fuck