I think time seems to be moving fast but it's really going slow.

In the mid-nineties a computer-meister friend of ours said, "No one's ever going to make any money selling stuff on the internet." I told him I was posting all of my books on my website.

He said, "Good advertizing but it still won't sell the books." Seems like minutes ago when he said those unwise words. Books and books, editions and editions later the books are still moving along in their own stream of time, mostly propelled by the internet.

I remember saying to my friend, "I suppose you're going to tell me that Amazon.com isn't selling any books." His answer -- "Not that many cause they're still not making a profit." I didn't like to hear such discouragement because I was just setting up my first website. I was hopeful that it might help me make a little living.

It did - pre-google, pre-Amazon-making-a-profit. Publishers still had huge publicity departments then and editors took you out to lunch and if you did any promotion for your book there was a limo to pick you up. Those were the days . . . seems like seconds ago to me.

Is that what the brown lizard thinks on my doorstep? Moments ago, I was a great big, scary dinosaur. Now look at me!