I almost sold one of my books yesterday. If I'd decided to take the buyer up on the offer, I probably would have sold The Poisoned Apple which was relegated to the Cupboard of Doom some time ago. But, I thought it unfair to unleash zombies on the purchaser, despite their method of payment. Plus, one day I might resurrect (ouch - pun) my Dead Feet and have them shuffle through a different plot.
When I told my seven-year-old cousin, Ben, that I hadn't sold any books yet because no one wanted to buy them, he offered me... Well I think it was five pounds, or perhaps five pennies, but as he counted five fingers and said, 'he'd give me five for a book', I figured he meant digits and decided the price was too high.... At the moment.