I'm sure of the small number of people who read this blog, the number of people who do so because they're interested when I wax philosophical on the ethics of false scarcity and art are even more more minimal. Still, I like this soapbox.

And I'm going to use it, I think, to retract my opinion. Well, not my opinion, but my stance. I still think art wants to be free. But I no longer things this is an issue worth drawing my line in the sand on. The fact of the matter is, people like to pay for art. Obviously many also don't, but people tend to value that which they paid for more than they do that which they haven't. I want people to read what I write, and I think I want that enough that I'd want to go through at least semi-traditional routes to put my things where they'll see them. So, I guess I'm going to try a bit more self-publishing, and perhaps kick off again on a novel I can send to agents.

I came to this conclusion a couple of weeks ago, but this last Saturday, I got my first check from Amazon. I'd put up a short story collection for $.99 two years ago, and mostly forgot about it since, especially since it hasn't gotten any reviews or ratings. However, in the last two years it has apparently accumulated enough purchases to meet Amazon's minimum cut-off to write a check. The check is for $4.39. That is awesome. I'm going to hang it on my wall. And maybe post another short story collection or two.