Despite What They Say...
Over the last week or so, I've hardly even checked into Pottersville to check my hit count much less add anything of a political nature. During the last seven days, I've been job hunting, adding to my book blog, Kindle in the Wind, wrestling with a car with a prematurely dead battery that keeps locking me out so I can't jump it and, most time-consuming, reformatting, uploading and shepherding through the process American Zen and The Toy Cop through Create Space.
The latter has proven to be a friggin' nightmare on account of my shittier-than-usual connection speed and reformatting issues so the margins, widow-orphan controls & etc. conform to the trim size and format I've chosen. Trust me when I say you haven't lived until you've blindly wrestled with gutter margins without knowing how it'll look on the printed page.
Having said that, it's not as if I haven't been following the news. But this past week, I've been trying to kick my marketing platform up several more notches. I can't say the results have been very encouraging. I just lost two followers on my dedicated Twitter account (31 now), the Kindle in the Wind blog gets maybe 5 hits a day, my Scribd account has all of one follower (Thanks, Mithras), establishing myself in vain in the Create Space community and so far I haven't sold a copy of American Zen, the one that's physically available for now, except to myself.
But, as the man once said, "The only failure is in not trying."
Having said that, I plan to be back long before Christmas and documenting the atrocities, as Atrios would say, of the right wing. But I need to ask you all a favor:
I'd mentioned a few paragraphs ago of the plight of our car. As I write this, I'm waiting at home for a AAA roadside assist. My battery completely died yesterday even after I'd jumped it with my booster pack. Since I locked the doors, the remote won't work and I can't get inside the car to raise the hood and jump the battery. And this has been going on for close to two months now and I can't live like this anymore.
So I told the AAA guy in Rhode Island to send someone over with a battery that'll cost me about $120. This will put a major dent in our Christmas and I still have two more repair jobs to do before I can get the car reinspected. Those three things will probably completely kill our Christmas. As of now, making all but our smallest bills next month, starting with rent, is a distant dream. Housing is guaranteed only until New Year's Day.
Anyone with any spare cash who donates more than $20 to Pottersville will get a free copy of my Create Space novel and I'll even throw in the shipping. We're really hurting right now and this car will completely murder our Christmas, let alone solvency to pay bills.