The other day after I wrote that huge post about what else goes into writing other than just writing, I was emailed with a few things I needed to add:
- Jump through hoops–There is one particular retailer who is always changing the game. They no longer accept one thing and require something different. Or, on a whim they will reduce your amount of visibility on their site and figuring out how to get it back is a mystery more complex than a rubix cube. This place will also send emails to its authors and require documentation for this, that and the other, or require you change something about your listing, usually giving you a very small window of time to do this or they will freeze or deactivate your account. I’ve received approximately eight of these lovely emails.
- Uncomplicate the overly complex issue that really is easy, but you can’t see it–Making my books available in paper is the bane of my existence. For the longest time I didn’t comprehend how to format the text. Then when I sat down and thought about it for a minute instead of just trying to follow someone else’s directions, a simple solution came to mind. One that now takes me about 10 minutes to format a completed book in a way that looks to be what I’d consider attractive. As for the full, wraparound cover. Grr. This will lead me to have my first gray hair, I’m sure of it. After working on it for hours on end for about two weeks, the easiest solution suddenly appeared. This uncomplicating things is something I’m sure everyone in every job faces.
- Being pestered by relatives–My mom wrote me a tongue-in-cheek email (at least I think it was…) after reading the last post and said that I’d forget to add “being pestered by your mother” to the list. So now it’s officially on the list!
About a month ago I wrote about my MS 150 bike ride. A friend of mine read it and complained that I left off the best part. I told her I did so intentionally because nobody would want to hear about that. But alas, she has convinced me via threatening not to help me with an upcoming project if I do not post it, so here it is and you can decide for yourself if the original post was better for not having this added to it:
After we’d finished all those miles, we were stinky, sweaty, tired, and just plain wore out. Because as luck would have it for us, just as we crossed the finish line the bus that left Oklahoma City to go back to Tulsa at 3:30 was loading and about to pull out, leaving us to wait until the 5 O’clock bus. We ate. We stretched. We sat and rested. We took pictures in front of the sign. Then someone suggested we go take a shower!
Perfect. There was this truck that was the showers. It’s hard to explain other than to so that the back of the truck was built with 12 shower heads (six for the men, six for the women), a couple of drains, some overhead lights and had the ability to be hooked up to a water source to be instant, portable showers.
We’d only brought one of each item: shampoo, soap, conditioner, so sweet woman that I am, I let my husband go first. I can’t deny being on the tandem that the person in the front might have done a bit more work, he needed it. So I let him go first. Then it was my turn. Tired and barely able to tolerate my own stench, I peeled my sticky clothes off my skin and turned the handle for the shower. Immediately water sprays, then suddenly stops while simultaneously the overhead lights go off. A second later, the truck starts to rock and all I can think is, “Oh no, they’re tearing down the showers!” I scrambled madly to find something–anything–to cover up with before they pulled that curtain that separated me from the rest of the world, and kept screaming as loud as I could that someone was still in there!
Fortunately someone heard me and turned the lights and water back on, but I was totally terrified there for a minute that I was about to put on an unintentional peep show!