At my local Waffle House (WH), I sold IN THE SEVENTH DAY to one of my favorite waitresses in “the shop” as she and the manager call it.
The boring shop is down the street. Nothing happens there.
The waitress is very kind to purchase my novel, giving me three crisp 5 dollar bills – it’s $15.99 but hey, I’ll take less, of course.
The manager, the waitress, and I talk a little about FIFTY SHADES OF GRAY which I’ve not read and probably won’t read. We talk about my novel, about the preacher who is raised to believe women are designed to be purely for the pleasure of men; having no other purpose in God’s universe.
I see the waitresses’ eyes widen. I nod.
Yes, my novel has a message.