Hi! I guess I’ve never properly introduced myself. I’m Debbi Mack, and I’m not sure I was born in the right country on the right planet in the right year I should exist at all what the fuck is going on ever.
This weekend, I announced my “Next Big Thing” on my author blog. And another blogger liked it. Yay! Thank you, Cristian Mihai. I’m following you now.
No one on Facebook liked it. Oh, well. Too bad, huh?
So, Saturday, I posted this book review on my book review blog. Then, I posted this on my eco-blog.
Then, I posted a quotation of the week here.
And no one liked any of it on Facebook, but at least I didn’t piss anyone off like this time. LOL!
So … yesterday, I read the papers. I’ll get to the headlines in a moment. I just want to say write that I got so overwhelmed by social media and being constantly tortured that I really hated it. But I tried to keep going, anyhow. So Sunday morning, I slept really late, because I kept drifting off, but I knew I had things to do, so I forced myself out of bed by 11:30 or so.
I bought my husband’s Christmas gifts online. I’ve booked our motel in Richmond or wherever for two nights, so we can see historic Richmond, after I give my talk there. There’s a riverwalk and it looks cool. Please, please let the weather be awesome.
And my husband is like, what’s in Richmond? And I’m like, I hear it’s historic, and it has awesome things to see, places to visit, etc. NASCAR.
I so miss being able to just go places and do things, like we did when we just decided on the spur of the moment to go camping one summer all the way up to Maine, before I got dystonia.
I miss that so much.
I also weep for a society that depends so much on social media. I’ve blogged that before.
Now, I’m forced to open a Pinterest account. There isn’t a fucking thing pinned on it yet. I have no fucking clue what I’ll do with it, but I’ll do it, because I need all the help I can get.
Okay, so here we go again. A reminder that I’m seeking “likes” for the Sam McRae Mystery Series FB page.
I have only 22 days left to meet my $5,000 goal in the Sam McRae mystery series campaign. And I have 33 days to meet my $1,000 goal in my charitable literacy and disaster relief campaign.
And now the headlines, while I can still fucking type.
Help us Hiroshi Mikitani, you may be our only hope.
I want this for Christmas!
I’m just a blue collar writer, and I’m not a hypocrite.
Amazon Prime could be losing $1 billion a year, yet they’re taking over publishing and the Internet and they want to go into the spy business.
Colonel Turner Danny Boy, you’ve made the wrong choice. But I forgive you.
Really!
Please, pretty please consider this an offering made in friendship.
The news from The Washington Post:
Publishing news of 2012. Do you see Amazon? No. Ha ha ha … suckers!
Survival of the sexiest. There’s a horrible metaphor in there somewhere, but I don’t want to think about it.
I will quote you the funniest weirdest most interesting part:
It’s actually a very exciting time. Two years ago was a very scary time. You had Borders going out of business; book sales were very static. Book publishers didn’t know what to do about this new technology. The group I’ve always been concerned about is the next generation. I mean, I will be able to do books that make the boomers happy for the rest of my career ’cause we’re big enough, and we’re still young enough, and we’re gonna read forever. But it’s the next generations that have always concerned me, because they have so much competing for their time, and they want things fast. It’s the best technology we have — the printed book. They’re beautiful. They don’t run on a battery, and they’re tactile. But I think e-books [have] changed all that — the sort of browse-ability of the e-book. Young people are buying books that way. I really am a platform-agnostic — just buy books. I don’t care how.
Gee, Gail, believe it or not, I have a niece who’s in her 20s who prefers print books! Isn’t that amazing? And she has a blog and she’s got a responsible job and she’s married to an awesome journalist. How about that, huh? Does that blow your little mind? Ha ha ha …
BTW, Gail, I’m an author who sold shitloads of ebooks through Amazon last year and I was making a decent living, but then I realized what was going on. And I have always been platform-agnostic.
I’m not an ebook author, I’m an author. Period.
The 2012 holiday guide for book lovers.
In the local news:
I hear you, but I have such mixed feelings. :-/
This is what creative entrepreneurs do.
There’s nothing new here. God, what a doofus! Ha ha ha …
Now, from the comics:
Pearls Before Swine. Exactly!
Prickly City. I hear ya, brother!
And in other news:
Sometimes it doesn’t pay to tweet exactly what’s on your mind.
Please tell me this is a joke.
Thank you, Mary C! This post on World O’ Crap is awesome!!!!
For you, a rerun of Cheesecake Photos!!!
Plus Pretending is Awesome.
But that’s not all! I also bring you a Nathan montage!
and …
And, finally, from Nik Nak’s Old Peculiar, this awesome quote:
“Politics, as I never tire of saying, is for social and emotional misfits, handicapped folk, those with a grudge. The purpose of politics is to help them overcome these feelings of inferiority and compensate for their personal inadequacies in the pursuit of power.”
Auberon Waugh 17 November 1939 – 16 January 2001
And from Nik Nak’s Old Peculiar, this awesome quote:
“I realized up there that our planet is not infinite. It’s fragile. That may not be obvious to a lot of folks, and it’s tough that people are fighting each other here on Earth instead of trying to get together and live on this planet. We look pretty vulnerable in the darkness of space.”
Alan Shepard, astronaut, November 18, 1923 – July 21, 1998.
Hurray for Doctor Who!
I love Matt Smith. But Tom Baker will always be my favorite Doctor.
And here’s a proper photo of me, at the feet of the awesome Winston Churchill’s statue, head and all.
PS: We all have a dark passenger in us.
“Turn the other cheek too often and you get a razor through it.”
UPDATED: I killed so much time today going to the doctor, getting my blood drawn, going to acupuncture and begging and pleading seeking contributions on the Internet, I only managed to peck out a paragraph or two on my next novel. Yay for me!
I left a message with my neurologist telling him the last set of Botox shots didn’t help the non-stop clenching in my left foot. Oh, well.
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