There is rampant discrimination against self-published fiction.
You knew that already. Your local bookstore won’t carry your books. “We never shelve POD books,” Mrs Beasley at the library sniffs. “We only review real fiction,” says your local paper. “Most self-published fiction is crud,” they all shout in unison, as though the “real” stuff coming out of New York is somehow immune to Sturgeon’s Law.
Well, I’m trying to buck the trend.
I want your book. I want to read it. I want to review it. It won’t even cost you postage, because you can email it to me at levi@levimontgomery.com. PDF or TXT or DOC or RTF, I don’t much care. If some weird file doesn’t work, I’ll let you know. Yes, you can arrange to send me a hard copy, if you want to. Email me, and we’ll figure it out, but send me your self-published fiction!
Unless, of course, you think it’s no good.
That’s really generous of you. A lot of people say they support fiction writers, but you’re proving you really DO. I hope people are astute enough as to the value of your offer to take advantage of it.