Autoschadenfreude

Ah, that sense of grim satisfaction you get from simply knowing that almost all the reading public is just so very wrong: that your books do have value, that they are entirely missing out on excellent fiction, the more fools them.

Why yes, I do have a new book coming out in a couple of days: why do you ask?

(Why yes, indeed I'd rather sell in millions than dozens; but if dozens just happens to be what I've got, then I might as well find some nose-chopping way to appreciate it. It's better than resenting all my better-selling friends. Besides, it allows me to create a word like autoschadenfreude. Which, yes, I find other people have created before me, but hey. I can get pleasure out of the fact that I'm not even allowed the pleasure of being first: that is what autoschadenfreude means.)

In other news, I just wrote a sentence that includes the words should, could and would, in order. I enjoyed that quite unreasonably.