Where’d Facebook go?

So a few of you may have noticed I don’t have a Facebook page anymore.

That’s why.  Only a few people had it liked, Facebook’s algorithms meant even I never saw my posts, and I really don’t like Facebook for a number of personal reasons that meant it was foolish to keep it.

Really, I would keep it if Facebook acknowledged that people who like a page might actually want to see its posts.  I mean, plenty of automated methods of posting, after all (clearly as I never actually use my personal FB account which was the admin for the Author page).  But they don’t, so I shan’t be bothered about it.  That’s one less thing in the universe I have to keep up with.

Another 5-Stars!

I was poking around on Amazon and discovered something:  A week ago today I received another 5-star review!

You can, of course, read it here.

It’s always nice to feel appreciated, and that the book is well liked.  I’m even happier to see that it seems to really … resonate?  Resonate seems a good word, we’ll use that.   Yeah, it resonates with people.  It’s warming to know that the characters are so endearing, or that the story itself is in some way moving or touching.

I’ve seen it said recently (it was a quote from another writer posted to The Indie View’s Facebook page, if I recall correctly) that artists are kind of schizophrenic.  At one and the same time we’re incredibly confident and full of pride, and nervous wrecks with absolutely no self-esteem.  It seems true — on one hand we feel as though our work ought to be shared with the world, so there’s your pride and ego; on the other hand we’re absolutely convinced (well, most of us, exceptions like Anne Rice exist — I’m not a fan, don’t ask about her books, I’ve never even watched Interview With a Vampire) that our work is awful and that we will be belittled and berated, stopped in the street and spat upon … well, okay, maybe not quite that bad, but some pretty terrible things and emotions do go through our minds and flood out through our mouths.  I’ve nearly got myself strangled by close friends I fretted so much ~blush~.

Any of you still waiting to buy the book, Kindle edition is 99¢ right now, and the iBooks version is free.

Oh, and for those waiting on a status report for Ready or Not: Delayed. Editor had some issues with her gall bladder. She’s feeling better now, but some other problems decided to come play “kick ’em while they’re down” with her so she’s still rather out of sorts. Things will hopefully get back on track soon and, with luck, we’ll at least have a release around the 1yr anniversary of Love or Lust … pray for a little luck and we might even manage a new years or Valentine’s release, but I wouldn’t suggest any holding of breath for earlier than Easter.

A little surreal

So my book is still selling well.  Which is weird.  Bestsellers list for a week, even hit #1 in Canada for a time.

And now I get a notification (well, yesterday afternoon, but I was busy and nowhere near anything I can type sensibly on) that I’ve reached 100 followers on this blog!

I expected to sell all of four copies that weren’t to my own mother.  I expected that this blog would sink to the bottom of the blogosphere with photosofmytoenailclippings.com (I’m NOT going to see if that’s a real site, because I might discover it’s a popular one and then I will have to cry) and have exactly no readers (hey, I don’t read my own blog – I wrote it, I know what it says!).

It’s very surreal for a shy person who has forever spent their life with never more than a handful of close friends and a number of cordial acquaintances to have an hundred (more if you count Facebook page likes, Twitter followers, Tublr … whatever you do on Tumblr, etc.) people interested in what one has got to say.

I’m not sure what I normal for people to say in this situation, but I’ve never much cared about that.  I’m going to go with, simply, thank you.

Sharing some inspired images

Yes, I know, this is more of a Facebook thing.  Deal is, I really hate Facebook, so I visit as little as I can.  Humour me, please?  (And before anyone suggests I could’ve simply twitted these, please bear in mind that it took me over 5 minutes to find the “Post new twit” button, I’m not sure I’m up to the challenge of finding the “Post images” button on Twitter)

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