"One Little Christmas Tree"
To coincide with this evening's lighting of the Christmas Tree here in Rockefeller Center (NYC): http://amzn.to/19iclpD
I've been accused of writing literary rather than commercial fiction, and I suppose the accusation sticks. In any case, I've had a bundle of publications in both prose and poetry (formal), but my piggy-bank is empty. I believe an empty piggy-bank would count as 'adequate and sufficient' proof of commercial failure.
I remember a German professor in Vienna once asked me some forty years ago which of the two I hoped to attain in life -- fame or fortune. I told him (with a smirk) "Neither. I'm hoping instead for immortality."
If there's any hard cost to immortality, I'm afraid I'll have to pass on it as well.
In the meantime, the best most of us can hope for is to create a little something that at least doesn't offend, belittle or belie. 'Truth in advertising' goes a long way; so does truth in fiction.