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God heavens it’s Friday. As a happy fool, I think it’s important to be brave and strong. So, I need to take time to relax and save my strength after seeing this weird story article.
Now, in a world where we (theoretically) have to eat shit to survive and we either adapt or we don’t, I think it’s incumbent on us all to do what we must in order to live.
And given my physical limitations, I could quit, anytime. But then I’d be admitting defeat. At which point, I may as well be dead.
That’s why the drill sergeant in my head keeps yelling at me. “Get up! Get busy living or get busy dying!”
God heavens for the Internet, which makes it so much easier for my gimpy ass me to market and sell books.
It’s also made it possible for me to publish my own work in print and on demand. No warehouses needed. Sweet!
Why publishers took so long to figure this out is a puzzle, but publishing is weird, as I’ve explained and explained. I’m really tired of explaining this, but Joe Konrath isn’t, so here you go. I’ve also posted my thoughts about the business aspects of publishing. Now, being a bit
gimpy busy, I kept my thoughts much shorter and linked back a lot, to make my points, which I hoped were clear.
But I guess they weren’t, because I had to explain to a commenter that I wasn’t looking for a publisher.
So … in case you’re confused, here’s the video that should clarify things. I hope.
And — happy day! — I’m nearly done reviewing the proof copy of this
I was able to devote the afternoon to it, because I didn’t have any
goddamned appointments and I didn’t have to drive to the repairman or anywhere else.
But I will be going to see Jenny Lawson at Barnes & Noble in Annapolis this Sunday! I’m so excited!
And in the news:
Congrats to Lucy Dalglish, from a graduate of the University of Maryland’s School of Journalism.
File these under the heading of social media crimes.
PS: I like the word “repairman,” because it reminds me of this sketch.
And speaking of which, here are some more awesome videos for happy fools.
And then this one …
Which is certainly no more offensive than this one …
So … no problem, Paul.
Plus Enya …
And, finally, it’s …
PPS: Well, duh!
PPPS: Why do I read book reviews, anyhow? #dystonia
UPDATE: Just so I’m
agonizingly clear, I figure it’s hard enough to write a book without MS. Now, having said that, I think publishing a book about one’s experiences with MS, i.e., having to eat a whole lot of proverbial shit, then having some asshole reviewer edit it for you criticize your word choices in his review is a bit much. #iamfoolish
But that’s just my opinion.
Furthermore, here’s a message to any producers horrible enough to actually create a reality show in which one must eat shit in order to survive. #iamfoolish
Especially producers who screwed over a guy named Jesus, who was a really happy fool and made a big cosmic joke out of him, which everyone passed off as a religious thing.
Which started religious wars, which are just more cosmic jokes. Because Jesus was a guy who died on a cross for no good reason, because there’s no justice in the universe.
Or to put it another way, because deserve’s got nothing to do with it.
Why does this sound so familiar?
UPDATE 2: Okay, one more thing, and I promise I’ll shut
the fuck up. The author with MS had an editor and a traditional publisher. The editor worked for the publisher, who was responsible for the content of the book.
The reviewer knew damn well that this was the case, so what the fuck was his problem, anyhow?
I guess I’m so used to seeing this kind of shit being written, because I’m self-published. And there are still people out there who think self-published authors don’t care about the quality of their work.
And that’s why I have all my books edited professionally before I publish them. Because writers need editors. This has become painfully obvious, the more I write this. The end.