Brilliant! Superbly, ineffably brilliant!

Dr. Webb. I don't know why I ever doubted you. I received your email of Friday last, and though my manicure and facial was well under way, I heard my "android" phone (cousin It, I call him) scream at me from my pocket, and I retrieved him and asked him what was the matter. He then showed me the new book cover that your professional artist created. I must say, it is far, far better than the unmarketable "covers" you came up with. I told you, you get what you pay for. Your homemade covers were free, and therefore they were worthless. The professional cover was not free, and therefore it is superb. Chin up, Dr. Webb. Your writing is far better than your cover design skills. Well, it's adequate, at least.

Fair paying readers, behold the new cover!

Or, rather than forcing you to see it at amazon where the weak-willed among you might be tempted to purchase it again, here it is:

Where's my money?

Dear Mr. Webb, or as you fancy yourself, Dr. Webb.
I see that you have finally, FINALLY published my book. Did it not occur to you that I have been sitting here in the motel 6 of downtown Albuquerque for nearly a year now, waiting for you to make it happen?

And?
Where are all my sales?
My adoring fans?
Surely you've told all the television stations? Surely you've notified Anderson Cooper of the silver hair, and Glenn Beck of the peach fuzz cheeks?

Anyway, my massage starts in ten minutes. Please snap to it and get me some fans. My ego awaits, Dr. Webb, and it is not a patient subroutine!

Cheers!

This is the first thing on my "website"

I love it! I lu lu lu lu love it! Mr. Webb, this is simply glorious! I can speak to all my millions of adoring, paying fans right here, without having to email them separately! Its like they do all the work and I get all the benefit! You are truly a genious of the highest caliber. Truly. No really.