As for equating your ebook with a cup of coffee poured by
some poor bugger whose probably making only minimum wage working for a large
blood sucking conglomerate who owns half the coffee in the world, don’t under
estimate what each $3.50 can mean to the worker or the drinker. We each chose
our own poison. For writers, it’s thoughts in head and arse on chair as keys
are banged furiously as words spew forth as we look to make money from it. For the waitress who just wants to
serve the coffee and get off her feet – well, if none of us were buying her
coffee, she’d be out of a job. For the poor sod that’s had a shit of a morning
and the only thing holding them together is knowing they can buy a coffee – you
think they’re going swap that for a book? Get frigging real.
Everything is relative. Emotional claptrap? Save it for your
writing and leave people to make their own choices without that corny angst of
comparing chalk and cheese.
But then, that’s just my own sweet, shy opinion…
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