I’m in trouble now.
You marvellous, marvellous peeps have downloaded almost one HUNDRED copies of my short story, Scavenger.
The price must be right, I guess.
And lots of you have downloaded samples of my other books, too. That’s great. It is. No sarcasm here.
It’s just… I wish y'all’d BUY something. I need an income, blobdammit! I have expensive tastes and I have yet to get my first $10 out of Smashwords.
To give you an idea: Those of you who remember my Realm may also remember my track record with computers. I break them. Frequently. The average Mac
lunchbox Mini gives me two years of faithful service before it up and decides to kark it. Mac Minis are not cheap, but I’d rather a Mini than the virus-prone PC clones.
My current Mini is almost past its inaugural year.
I do have an iPad and a spare laptop [hand-me-down from my Best Beloved] just in case the unthinkable happens and this Mini decides to roll over prematurely. I also have (ta-dah) a Dropbox account, on which I can store 2G of my WiPs before I have to start paying for it.
I have no idea when (or if) any of these things will fall victim to my Fickle Finger syndrome [It’s like a green thumb. In reverse. For computers] and die on me.
I also owe in excess of $200 just to have a working phone.
…and I have no income at all…
Anyway. You didn’t come here for my pathetic whinging. You came for mad props.
As you all know, I have the artistic merit of a diseased whelk, so no “thank you” art here.
Just simple words.
Thanks for downloading me. Thanks for reading me. You are all awesome, and don’t let me forget it :)
Just checkin' my smashwords dash like my OCD self
ERMAGERD! ER HERNDERD! (well, nearly)