On our way to run our #Maythe4thbewithyou errands, Rick and I got to talking about the differences between selling chainmail versus selling my books.
Rick: I’m still amazed that so many people just out of nowhere picked up your books and bought them.
Me (eyes narrowing dangerously): Oh really?
Rick: And, unlike chainmail, it costs nothing to make, all the effort is already done!
Me: Oh do go on, sir.
Rick (still oblivious): Yeah, it’s like… we don’t have to put out anything for the books, they are just there! And everyone was just snaggin ’em up.
Me: You know how this sounds, right? The books kinda take a WHOLE LOT OF EFFORT.
Rick (waving a hand): Yeah, yeah, but it’s like all already done. We sell a piece of chainmail, and we have to order parts and then put it back together.. the books are just, like, there. Even though they are by like a total unknown, no name author!
Right about here is when I realized the bloody man was messing with me.
Me: You do realize that every word you’re saying right now is going to (mimes typing) get out there? And do you hear yourself right now?!
Rick: Meh, that doesn’t worry me anymore.
Cue the evil grin and the laughs.
And that might be what I value most about my Rick- he can laugh at himself, at me, at the whole damn world and reminds me to do the same. We went on to have a good conversation about how thankful we are that there are folks that enjoy supporting local art, whether it’s in their choices in medieval wearables or literature.
Curiouser and Curiouser 