The Moment I Was Glad I Hadn’t: Most published writers know the moment. Your book is out there, it’s up on Amazon, a nasty review pops up, or there aren’t enough reviews, or you have plenty of reviews but you’re greedy and just want one more, and you think to yourself, ‘I’ll just post a review for my own book, posting under an assumed name – what’s the harm?’ I was tempted; sure I was. But then another voice in my head said, ‘What are you – nuts?’ So I didn’t, although occasionally the first voice would still try to talk me into it. Then the day came when something went kablooey up in Amazon Canada and for about 24 hours there was no anonymity. Authors were exposed as writing positive reviews of their own books; authors were exposed as writing negative reviews of their competitors; an entire clique of literary writers were exposed for writing positive reviews of their own books and each other’s as well as negative reviews of books written by people they didn’t like. In that moment, I was so glad the second voice in my head had won out. Still, I took no joy in the embarrassment of those writers. After all, it could so easily have been me.