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Sep. 22nd, 2013 10:57 pmSo, Word On the Street:
predicted temp 14c and sunny, not too bad. Wrong. It was 10c and a blast cold wind. Oh, holy fuck was it cold for september. Summer, we hardly knew ye. Mind you I was sick for much of it, and I'm getting used to this missing chunk of time...so to speak. Anyway. COLD. R and S stayed for a bit before going home to feed and change the lad ( we're a ten minute walk from the event site), and bundle the small boy up in warmer clothes.
Oh. But he's outgrown his fricking fuzzy jacket. Swell. R squished him into it anyway. Boy mostly slept rosy cheeked in the cool air and was un impressed by much of the shenanigans.
At the event, what we thought would be a good foot traffic location turned into a disaster as we were stashed basically on a side street past some food trucks. Gotta give the premium space to the bulk booksellers and the "let us help you self pub" scammery of Author Solutions, and I cringed every time I saw people with their bags, because what AS charges for "services" any reasonable adult can do or find someone to do so for much less than the packages AS offers. Its a scam and it makes self publishing look bad by turning out shitty product.( the covers are awful). Prime real estate was given not to the 30 or so indie writers, but to the fucking gideons and libertarians and various faith and woo orgs. kind of shitty for a book/literacy event, i think.
Still sold a couple books, turns out people are really drawn to the Bound Lilies cover because nothing's better than some seriously smutty vamps in a pretty cover. Heh. We do warn people.
Lots of downright batshit people coming by, drawn by all the booths of woo, I get the conspiracy theorists and non-sequitor ramblers and they're so damn tiring, they don't want to talk with you, they want to talk AT you. No, sir, I don't think there's a grand conspiracy by big publishers to edit out my information from my books, we went self pubbed because well, i'm a goddamn control freak. Big publishers don't offer much that I can't do on my own, not that they wanted to stripmine my book. They're not part of the New World Order, you fucknut. ANd you sir, no, these are not appropriate for 8yr olds or I'd wind up on a fucking list somewhere. HONESTLY. Use your brain.
However...I did meet an author who is basically the canadian Anne Rice, and I was kind of gobsmacked for a moment meeting her and we swapped books because she was REALLY interested in mine so that's kinda rawk. I'm not a rabid fan, I've just read a lot of her short stories because she does tend to get published lots and in the vamp fiction world, hers are generally very good.
Lots of people going "vampires, eh? lots of competition!" well, so? And "I want to write a book and self pub it" and before they've even formed the first page in their mind they have the whole idea of self pubbing in their head. SIT DOWN AND WRITE THE FLIPPING BOOK FIRST.
Anyway.
Turns out postpartum joint pain is relatively common, and every time someone shakes my hand it's fucking excruciating, and if it doesn't start to improve in a week or two I'll go see the doc myself. ( see even if it's "free" we procrastinate like hell.)
predicted temp 14c and sunny, not too bad. Wrong. It was 10c and a blast cold wind. Oh, holy fuck was it cold for september. Summer, we hardly knew ye. Mind you I was sick for much of it, and I'm getting used to this missing chunk of time...so to speak. Anyway. COLD. R and S stayed for a bit before going home to feed and change the lad ( we're a ten minute walk from the event site), and bundle the small boy up in warmer clothes.
Oh. But he's outgrown his fricking fuzzy jacket. Swell. R squished him into it anyway. Boy mostly slept rosy cheeked in the cool air and was un impressed by much of the shenanigans.
At the event, what we thought would be a good foot traffic location turned into a disaster as we were stashed basically on a side street past some food trucks. Gotta give the premium space to the bulk booksellers and the "let us help you self pub" scammery of Author Solutions, and I cringed every time I saw people with their bags, because what AS charges for "services" any reasonable adult can do or find someone to do so for much less than the packages AS offers. Its a scam and it makes self publishing look bad by turning out shitty product.( the covers are awful). Prime real estate was given not to the 30 or so indie writers, but to the fucking gideons and libertarians and various faith and woo orgs. kind of shitty for a book/literacy event, i think.
Still sold a couple books, turns out people are really drawn to the Bound Lilies cover because nothing's better than some seriously smutty vamps in a pretty cover. Heh. We do warn people.
Lots of downright batshit people coming by, drawn by all the booths of woo, I get the conspiracy theorists and non-sequitor ramblers and they're so damn tiring, they don't want to talk with you, they want to talk AT you. No, sir, I don't think there's a grand conspiracy by big publishers to edit out my information from my books, we went self pubbed because well, i'm a goddamn control freak. Big publishers don't offer much that I can't do on my own, not that they wanted to stripmine my book. They're not part of the New World Order, you fucknut. ANd you sir, no, these are not appropriate for 8yr olds or I'd wind up on a fucking list somewhere. HONESTLY. Use your brain.
However...I did meet an author who is basically the canadian Anne Rice, and I was kind of gobsmacked for a moment meeting her and we swapped books because she was REALLY interested in mine so that's kinda rawk. I'm not a rabid fan, I've just read a lot of her short stories because she does tend to get published lots and in the vamp fiction world, hers are generally very good.
Lots of people going "vampires, eh? lots of competition!" well, so? And "I want to write a book and self pub it" and before they've even formed the first page in their mind they have the whole idea of self pubbing in their head. SIT DOWN AND WRITE THE FLIPPING BOOK FIRST.
Anyway.
Turns out postpartum joint pain is relatively common, and every time someone shakes my hand it's fucking excruciating, and if it doesn't start to improve in a week or two I'll go see the doc myself. ( see even if it's "free" we procrastinate like hell.)
