Sick again. Crept up on me last Thursday and manifested as a sore throat. Things went downhill from there and, naturally, at the onset of a three-day weekend. I spent my day off yesterday on my sofa, dozing in an out of consciousness with the help of some sinus medicine. So while Erica and her friend Mike sat and played cards, I remained semi-lucid on a sickbed. What a great weekend.
Needless to say, I didn’t write anything over the weekend. I’m not writing anything today either. Only reason I’m even pecking away in WordPress right now is because I’m on my lunch break and, without a book to read or real writing to do, I’ve got to occupy my time somehow.
Here’s a funny little story courtesy of Fark about a man down in Florida who’s selling ghosts in bottles. I don’t know whether to insert a joke referencing The Legend of Zelda or Joe Hill’s Heart-Shaped Box.
Borders now has its own website. I say “now” because its previous incarnation wasn’t really theirs. Amazon operated their site, but it looks like they’ve separated themselves (and for good reason, I suppose) from the epic megaconglomerate that seeks to dominate all things publishing. I’ll be the first to say I don’t care for the new site, but maybe that’s because I’m so used to it looking, well, “Amazonian,” so I’ll give it some time to grow on me.
Naturally I looked up my own novel just to see what the turnaround time is like. Amazon keeps a few copies in stock so it’s ready to ship right away, but since Borders is operating on its own now, I had to check and see. The verdict? Four to six weeks. God I love on-demand publishing! It gets better, too. If you check out the “Borders Marketplace,” you’ll find copies of ALT going for as little as $68.66! What a steal.
I see shit like this and keep telling myself it’ll be worth it. Some day. All the while my more naive, younger self is deep down inside slowly rocking back and forth, whispering “I just wanna write, I just wanna write” over and over.
On that note, I’m going to go eat my sandwich. Happy Tuesday, folks.