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So. Over at the land of Tumblr, which is currently owned by Yahoo, but soon to be owned by someone else (Yahoo that is), we have a fresh post at I Are Writer!

Over at Amazon, as promised we have our poison pen, or rather, poison computer book review of The Butler's Child. Strangely enough, if you scroll down a bit, you'll see a hilarious comment that someone left calling me a "racist" for equating a well known murder case with another well known murder case. Because I have a basic understanding on how things work on the Amazon commenting forums, there is no way in Sulfur City that I will dignify that comment with a response.

Even though it was a lovely addition to this post, the state of being offered by the post title (pop culture reference King Of The Hill) isn't about that, but about the annoying little things that go wrong when you're trying to take one step forward but find yourself doing the cha-cha.

Annoying little thing numero uno: I decided to participate in a giveaway that a fellow author was doing. She was asking for leftover schwag that people had to use to create giveaway boxes, so I decide to participate. I shipped some stuff out last week (postcards & business cards). Yesterday, got an e-mail from her friend asking if I had mailed something to her. I said "yes, why?". She said, "it came postage due". I said, "seriously?". She said, "yes. because it was shipped media mail, the postmaster opened it, examined it, and determined it was advertisements."

I was actually warned about this on my end 'cause the post office was cracking down on people who used media mail to ship more expensive non-media items. So what I said was this to her, "you can either pay it for me and I'll reimburse you, or return to sender and I'll reship priority mail."

If she chooses #1, I'll send her check for the amount, plus free copies of my books from Smashwords for her aggravation. #2 I'll reship it and will still give her coupons for my books.


Annoying little thing numero dos: Previously, I said my lovely daughter wanted to read my book. Well, the other night she found a typo on my blurb that wasn't picked up by Word, 'cause the typo created another valid word. You can pretty much guess where this is going. I was able to fix it on Amazon, and when the time comes for print I'll have the graphic designer fix the cover. And I was able to fix it, belatedly, on Vistaprint for my postcards, so when I order them again, it will be correct.

The typo? The original word was star. The typo created start.

Annoying little thing numero tres: I have an extremely low tolerance of businesses who treat others like peons/serfs. In my particular case, we have an agency who marches to the beat of a thrash metal drummer while everyone marches to the beat of a jazz drummer, and has an ego bigger than either The Donald or Hillary combined. Anyways, the other day, I had the audacity (or temerity) to acutally question their word on something. They promptly threw a hissy fit and complained to my supervisor, who decided to ban me from going to that agency while on the clock.

I said, "Works for me."

I bring this up because the other day (Thursday), long story short, I had to do a petty cash check for someone. It was ready the next day, but because I wasn't allowed to play fetch, and since only men are apparently capable of going there, the check wasn't picked up until yesterday (Tuesday) by another supervisor who was a bit peeved that they had to pick it up in the first place.

Hey, when decisions are made on a whim, this is what happens.

Life may be full of redundancies, but it's up to you to channel your inner Bill Murray to make them acceptable.

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