So… I was going to post a pic today. Apparently, not going to happen since the latest mess that decided to hit is the fact that the SD card in my phone has apparently decided to go belly up. Can I PLEASE get a break for a little while?
So, I’m in my last day of getting the house ready for the new windows tomorrow. I’m taking down the last of the curtains in the living room when I notice something on the ceiling. I turn to look and I have a nice line of water spots, nearly across the entire length of the room.
Years ago, and I’m talking maybe 10, I stupidly thought I wanted some herbs. I planted some chamomile, basil, lavender, sage and… mint.
I have complained and whined and moaned, I can’t count how many times, about how much I despise water problems and/or plumbing. Seems my long bad streak when it comes to these things isn’t anywhere near being done.
When will America love their children more than their guns?
I avoided posting yesterday because I knew if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to avoid the vitriolic post that would come out of how I was feeling. The above quote is one that expresses a portion of what I feel in fewer words. While I’ve worked through much of that, it is far from gone so if you want to avoid the spillage that remains, feel free to move on.
To say I’m feeling prickly today would be… not even close to accurate. Continue reading “Prickly”
I’m really missing that I no longer get these encounters anymore. For over 10 years we had nothing but an open field behind our house. Until we put up our fence a couple of years after we moved in, we would get deer in the yard, right next to the house to eat my flowers. The day we moved in, a coyote took up residence against my back door and scared the crap out of me when I went to open it. After the fence was put up, we would often get sights like this one because it and the kids swing set that used to be there were the perfect perches for birds to stand watch and hunt in the field. Continue reading “Hunting”
It has been nearly a month since I asked for help on my latest creative project. The first two people I asked for help, I haven’t heard a single peep from since I asked and they agreed. Two weeks since I asked, nicely, for updates or progress from the third one that agreed to help and was told that they would be getting to it that weekend, which didn’t happen and again, silence. Continue reading “Still Nothing, Still Waiting”
Wow. Never thought I’d have to lay down a rant like this, but apparently it is necessary.
It is incredibly poor taste and beyond annoying to spam other people. There are so many ways to do so, such as liking every single post someone makes (you do not think every single thing posted on a site is good) or spam texting, but for this particular rant, it is about marketing. Books in particular.
Yes, I read books. Lots of books. Yes, I also write the occasional review. At this point in time, not a single review I have written has been done so at the request of anyone. The books I’ve written about are the ones I’ve chosen to pick up and read, either because it was suggested, through a truly reputable source such as Goodreads or Amazon based on other books I’ve bought or read, or because I found it by searching the genres I enjoy.
Would I be opposed if an author requested a review? Depends on the book. Something that isn’t in my genre of interest, I’d politely say “No thanks.” If it looks interesting, I’d probably read it. Something from an author I really enjoy? I’d love it and probably be doing a stupid fan girl dance around the room. But, if any of them requested I review a book, but then said, “Oh, by the way, you have to buy it to read it to be able to review it?” Uh… no. Just frickin’ no. Seriously?
I don’t mean that because I want free stuff. I’m an artist. I understand the amount of work that goes into creating something and then needing to get paid for that work, so I am more than willing to pay for the things I want. Doing so helps to ensure I keep getting those kinds of things because the artist/writer/creator can keep doing what they do because they are getting paid.
To expect someone to do something for you, though, someone you don’t even freakin’ know, someone that you have never written about before (because you are a newbie author and JUST dropped your first book), AND expect them to pay for the privilege of your greatness? Who the hell does that shit? Not only is it just plain rude, but that kind of pushy salesmanship is not going to get me to read your stuff, it is just going to piss me off and insult me. Oh, and going through my archives and liking a few posts isn’t going to encourage me to do so either.
You may get lucky and pull in a few suckers, but you are more likely to just piss people off. I’m sorry, but if you want to be a writer, an author, then you have to put in the work, just like everyone else. You market your book by talking about it, offering up ARCs or free copies to reputable review sites (don’t think I fall into that category since I have like 70 followers here, a chunk of which you have to assume fall into that other spam category of spam followers), networking and creating a solid online presence and working with others to help market in a way that isn’t spamming. No one likes spammers.
Putting out a book and getting readers is a ton of work and it will cost money or resources, but you can’t short cut that work by finding any contact form you can through bloggers that write reviews and demanding they buy and review your book.
If I were a truly nasty person, I’d go and write an incredibly negative review, because this is not a theoretical situation. I actually had someone email me, out of the blue, asking not only for me to review their book, but to purchase it to do so. What is truly funny? The idgit apparently didn’t realize that it is available through Kindle Unlimited for free.
So, no. I will not be buying your book or writing a review. Be grateful for that because there are some truly nasty people in this world. And a word of advice. Stop. Just don’t.
My current creative project is sitting on hold at the moment. Not because I don’t want to work on it, but because I’m at a point where I cannot move forward without help. Help that I cannot stand to ask for, but this is something that I am unable to do on my own. Continue reading “On Hold Frustration”