I Write

Well, I was on a major writing kick a few years back. I was doing fairly well selling ebooks on Amazon and Smashwords. I hate promoting and felt like I had plateaued. I have about 80% of another fiction work completed, and I dabble in weird genres every now and then. It isn't even that I want to. It is more like I have to. I think that once you write something and someone buys it and says, "Crazy good read", you are sort of hooked.

I have stopped promoting, and my sales have tanked. But I have started dabbling again. Wrote some stuff on various Web platforms. Then, out of the blue, I sell a book. Minute in fact, but it boosted my author rank about a million steps. Not kidding. Was #20 for a minute in one category. Then I noticed a hit on one of my exposition websites. Then I notice a follow from someone in the business. Actually felt kind of embarrassed.
I have a typed story that I wrote when I was about twelve. It is short. A story for a child by a child.  Old fashioned typewriter. Yellowed, brittle paper. So much fun to look at.

I write.

FORGOTTEN HISTORY

This will never be forgotten by me and mine, and we will remind you of it whenever we can.

The Future

Islam uses, praises, & advocates for taking over the world by breeding. Like 4 wives and 22 kids. In America, we are trying to erase the difference between male and female and promote gender confusion. I hope there is no connection between the two concepts.  Don't you?

Full-time Job

                       Marketing Major

The Battle of the Sexes

Jiggery Pokery

There is all this boring badinage about publishing, the publishing industry, the future of publishing, the death of print at the hands digital, pricing, fonts, pulp versus literature, genre, cross-genre, formulaic writing, (my absolute favorite). (See Harlequin guidelines, etc.) Then reviews, paid for, traded, sock puppet, fake, positive, negative, etc.  Three years ago this was fascinating. Now it is old news.

I published on KDP. I had some terrific download figures. I got beta readers for free. It was fun. I hated promotion. I stopped it. So, of course, I dropped off the map. I have screen shots of when my very first was number one free, when my second one was number nine paid and featured on some Amazon "also liked" next to John Sanford. Now I bore myself to sleep at night trying to figure out how to make a single paragraph transition in a book that is finished in my head -- imagining the witty promos I will do when I release it. I play Candy Crush a lot. Can barely read something from my "must read" pile.

I think authors might want validation more than they want to tell stories. I had a few reviews so validating, showing the reader got me, it seems enough for me. Maybe I am rationalizing, but it seems like I don't care so much. Then I will spend an evening spewing four thousand words and loving every single one of them.

I have to dig through so much detritus to get to something I love. (Just do it!)