Suck My cockiness, Lick my Persuasion.

It’s funny how the world works.

We judge books by its cover before we read the first page.

We look at the cover and decide if we even want to read the first page.

It’s amazing how the cover-art is what separates us from reading it.
Perception.
If we used this to our advantage, we would be using it for the wrong reasons.
And when we don’t use it to our advantage, we would passive in action.

We’ll never get looked at.
It’s like screaming for attention yet hiding behind dull colors.

We carry on with ourselves, minding what is only our business.
Working on our cover, working on our perception.

Some will stop by, some will pass

Others might pick it up, others might not

When you’re so focused on your book, sometimes the readers are confused

As if the book was telling all the other books how much better it is
Cocky they yell, as you forever improve your novel.
Books are always writing, It is just a matter what the context is.

For every ten books, only one is written from the heart.

The others, are only written to be writing.
It’s not cocky if the author has mastered his craft,

It’s only confident that he is sure its masterpiece will be published.

We are all writers of our own books, it does not matter to most what they write in them.
But it’s important that at least I know what I know is true.

Jealousy is only for those that feel it,

Haters for only those that won’t write it.
Anything is possible, all except the Bible
Never complain that you can’t write,

Only ask for advice on how to write.

Never write the fiction story that we all wish we could live,

Only provide the truth in what you believe.

Not everyone will enjoy your story,
Yet those who do, will always read it again.
Not every good book, receives its fame.
But every good book, will be remembered by name.
It’s not cocky, it’s confident.
We are still a library, and I am just one book.