September 25th, 2009

One reality of self-publishing I hadn’t thought of

Pimp My Novel has a great post on self-pubbed books, and one of the points he makes is:

“3.) If you go through the money and hassle of getting an ISBN and actually getting your self-pubbed book into stores, congratulations: you are now trackable on Nielsen BookScan. Publishers—whose attention I assume you're trying to get (see below)—will now be aware of Self-Published Boy Wizard and His Quest for Publication (as well as the fact it sold three copies in two years) and may likely want nothing to do with you for fear of catching your poor sales themselves. Self-publishing does not show publishing houses initiative. It shows publishing houses you don't have an idea they consider publishable and you're getting desperate.”

Read the whole post here.



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A real life kind of scary story

Last night, something almost happened that could very well have been the beginning of a story. A bad story.

I had arranged to pick up Teen at dusk at the corner of a large park. I got there a bit early, so instead of parking where I had dropped her off, I turned around and parked on the other side of the street. Just doing that, I noticed two or three Subaru Outbacks, the same kind of car I drive. The Outback is pretty much the unofficial car of Portland.

Teen finished soccer and saw a maroon Subaru pull up to the curb. Twin to mine, but not mine. She ran to it and actually was reaching out for the door handle when she saw the driver was a man. I was just getting out and calling to her when she darted away from the car and toward me.

That could be a story starter. But I'm glad any bad things would only be on the page.



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How Comcast says "Thank you"

We had a new Comcast plan, one that included free HBO. They had wooed us back after I flirted with Qwest.

Except the HBO didn't work. It took several phone calls, plus a "live chat" that dragged on for 45 minutes.

The last time I called, the person said the techs who could fix it weren't in until Monday, but she would call me on Tuesday and let me know it had been fixed. She followed through and did that. And then, as a thank you gift, she offered to give me Showtime free for three months. Some "gift" - you have to cancel after three months. But I decided to take it, and put a note in my calendar. I'm certainly not watching Showtime right now, and I don't know if anyone is in my family.

The gift was even worse than I thought. My bill showed up today - complete with a $10 fee for Showtime. I called and got it taken off, but I shudder to think what's going to show up on the next bill.



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