Update, 14 Aug 2014: I really feel like a whore selling my book at 99 cents, and will likely raise it back to $2.99 or $3.99 pretty soon (to me, even that is a giveaway price). I know it’s a small book and that I am not a top author. But, really, 99 cents is just too cheap. End of update.
I want my book to get into the hands of more people, and so I am reducing its price, on Amazon only, from $2.99 to $0.99. Note that this price applies only to Amazon because I initially published directly with them before using BookBaby.com to make my book available in other outlets — that gives me pricing flexibility at Amazon that I do not have with the other retail outlets.
In doing this, I will only make 35 cents on each copy sold, but maybe this at least gets the book to a wider audience. It’s not really about money, anyway: I’ve been retired for almost eight years and I’m pretty sure my money will outlast me. Doing this might help me leave a little bigger mark on the world.
So, rush over to Amazon and get I Know You’re Dead But I Still Worry About You.
By the way, I am tinkering with a second edition of the book, but I don’t know if I will finish it or if I will publish it if I do finish it. Here is the preface to it, though, as it may be of interest to you:
Rough Draft of Preface to the Second Edition
(which I might never finish)
When I published the first edition of this book in March 2013, I was much too inexperienced an author to realize that authors should wait six months before doing anything with their “finished” product, and then they should revise it unmercifully, taking out all the fluff and adding in the important stuff that had been missed. I published as soon as I was “finished,” having finished my fifth draft or so and having had it proofread, and only much later did I realize that (1) I actually had not included a lot of valuable material, (2) there were spots — too many of them — where I clearly tried to sound smarter than I am, and (3) there were parts that came across as disrespectful of religion, where all I had really intended was sound neutral on religion. I wanted, and still do, for my book to be as useful to atheists as it is to dedicated Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Muslims, Hindus, and so on. People of all beliefs die, and books about grief should try to help all bereaved, regardless of their beliefs.
Yes, I certainly had my “battles with God” after losing my wife, putting the blame on him, when I halfway believed in him, and not even believing in him the rest of the time. So, I guess that in writing this book, I stirred up a lot of the old bitterness I had during those battles. That bitterness bled through into the text, and I can only apologize for it.
Of course, I also apologize for any spots where I tried to sound smart and “quotable” and I apologize for inadvertently leaving out information that every grieving individual should know, such as the fact that it is a myth that there are five stages of grief.
A lot of this “reality calibration” came to me during the early part of 2014, when I went through a couple of atheist in a foxhole situations. There is a saying that there are no atheists in a foxhole, which basically means that, when you get scared enough, you are going to pray to God. Two things scared me earlier this year: my oldest grandson had to have surgery to remove a brain tumor, and my “adopted son,” my dog Booger, at 14 years of age had to have a leg amputated because of cancer.
Unsurprisingly, I prayed a lot for them, using prayers from Jewish, Christian, Unitarian, and Hindu traditions. But I also thought about what I had written, and that is when I realized that the first edition of my book contained too much bitterness.
So, now you know. I hope you find that this edition provides a lot of useful information to help those who have lost a loved one, and I hope that it does so without any intervention from my ego or from bitterness of the past.