The other day, I got this very funky e-mail from my very good friend Riot Kitty, who in turn got it from someone else. So, for lack of any lengthy original topic (trust me, dealing with Amazon and having a toddler file a grievance against me for not answering an e-mail in a timely manner, not make lengthy diatribes. One of them, and the 1st 10K guesses do not count, does make a medium sized explicative laden diatribe), a little musical humor for the day. Enjoy part 1 ofRules For The Blues.
1} Most blues begin, "Woke up this morning...."
2} "I got a good woman" is a bad way to begin the blues, unless you stick something nasty in the next line like, "I got a good woman, with the meanest face in town.
3} The blues is simple. After you get the first line right, repeat it. Then find something that rhymes...sort of: Got a good woman with the meanest face in town. Got teeth like Margaret Thatcher, and she weigh 500 pounds."
4} The blues is not about choice. You stuck in a ditch, you stuck in a ditch--aint' no way out.
5} Blues cars: Chevys, Fords, Cadillacs and broken down trucks. Blues don't travel in Volvos, BMWs, or SUVs. Most blues transportation is a Greyhound bus or a southbound train. Jet aircraft and company motor pools ain't even in the running. Walkin' plays a major part in the blues lifestyle. So does fixin' to die.
6} Teenagers can't sing the blues. They ain't fixin' to die yet. Adults can sing the blues. In blues, "adulthood" means being old enough to get the electric chair if you shoot a man in Memphis.
The other might, I was perusing the blogs that I subscribe via the e-mail (roughly one dozen) when I came across a post from a blog called The Real Blogger Status about using verification for anonymous comments. I read it with great interest, and afterwards, I gave some serious thought about reactivating anonymous commenting on my blog (singular).
To refresh everyone's memory, I stopped allowing anonymous commenting around June 1, 2013, which was directly due to getting nailed with roughly 75+ spam comments Memorial Day weekend.
But as they say, sometimes necessity will trump the annoyance/common sense factor, so with mild trepidation, I reactivated anonymous (along with name/URL) commenting on just this blog only. My other blogs will not have it, because quite frankly, I'm not in the mood to perpetually monitor 5 blogs for spam.
And wouldn't you know it, a long time spammer (circa 2008) left the first anonymous comment. For those of you who have been around since the last decade, there was a blogger who intensely disliked American woman, and he made sure that everyone one and their 3rd cousins twice removed knew about it. Suffice to say, in no short order, he was completely binged and purged from Blogger. He still pops up from time to time to peddle his nonsense, but overall, he's like a little annoying mosquito that you have to zap during the summer.
So, with that little announcement about a very minor change to this blog, on with the main course.
I thought for today, I would share my unique experiences/viewpoint on the wonderful world of self-publishing. I say unique because I'm one of those rare breeds that have accomplished the publishing trifecta: published through normal means, published through vanity, and published through an indie platform.
We'll completely skip being published through normal means because the cost of doing so is basically zero if you don't have an agent, 15% if you do, and go right to the other two-thirds of the trifecta.
Being published through a vanity is a basically a case of not spending your greenbacks wisely, because let's face, shelling out dollars to someone to publish your book as is, repeat as is, is stupid. I should know, because I did it myself, and it took me about three years to recover from the financial hit. The only silver lining out of being published via a vanity publisher is that the books you wind up buying can be used to set up shop as a boutique store (i.e. Books By G.B. Miller) and thus file a Schedule C on your federal taxes. For those of you who are wondering about the financial hit, overall it cost me somewhere in the general neighborhood of $2300.
Now, being published by an indie platform, which in my case is both Smashwords and CreateSpace/Amazon. In each particular case, the greenbacks that were spent, were spent wisely.
Originally, I was going to do a little promo work on one of my books. You know, a little puffing of the chest and the groveling on the ground as it applies to my writing. But yesterday (11/13), I got the wind slightly knocked out of my sail when I received yet another complaint that called into question my KSA's (that's Knowledge, Skills and Abilities) as it applies to my job. But, unlike the Cruel Shoes, this was a complaint that I, in the 18 1/2 ungodly years spent working for state of Connecticut, had never previously received.
Suffice to say, I am seriously pissed off about this particular complaint from this toddler. And as many of you know, when I get seriously pissed off about something (apologies for the uncouth select adjective), I have a tendency to slice, dice and julian about it on my blog.
However, after giving a mini-version of this issue on Facebook, I'm not so sure I want to vent about it on my blog. After all, the last thing I really want to do on my blog is come off like a whiny little toddler, which of course would be a major coup for me, considering I'm just a tad south of 50.
So after spending a few hours calming down (can you picture how bizarre a calm G.B. would look?), I decided to take a crack at doing a little pimping of my latest. For those of you who need a mild refresher on what my latest is, please peruse either the Blogger version of my book blog or the Tumblr version of my book blog.
So the news about my latest is this: I got the manuscript back from the formatter and once I get the cover back from the graphic designer, I'll upload everything to CreateSpace this coming weekend.
And that, in a nutshell, is the highlight, both personal and professional, of my week.