Hiding in plain sight of the insurance industry?
Taking trips to strange places like Boardman, Ohio to ask, 'Why do you have inordinate copies of my work?' 238 copies of my freshman and sophomore efforts in places like Better World Books. Not to mention, no proprietary idea of what actually sold.
Would I be the Dexter or Gustavo of self-publishing? If I spent as much time with God as my own fantasy, I probably would have been translated by now, like Enoch or Elijah.