My big brother taught me Pirate Talk.
I got an email a week or so ago, asking if Life As We Knew It and the dead and the gone were available on Kindle. The answer is yes and no. Apparently one must beg and plead for a book to make it to Kindleland, and d&g hasn't been begged and pleaded for sufficiently.
I have no idea what my royalty rate is for these things, but if there's any chance I could make money, I'm in favor.
Last week I got a mystery package (I love mystery packages). It contained the Playaway version of my book The Year Without Michael. For those of you (i.e. me) who don't know what a Playaway Book is, I will quote:
Playaway is the simplest way to listen to an audio book on the go. It comes with tbe book already on it and a battery to make it play. Simply plug in its earphones and enjoy. No cassettes or CDs. No downloads. There's nothing left to do but listen.
Now for all of you (i.e. nobody) who wonder whether I twitter, the answer is no. It's miraculous enough that I blog. My friend marvel that I can post pictures (I'm not kidding- they really do marvel at that). But I feel that in deference to the rapidly marching 21st Century, I should at least mock twitter. So here goes:
9 AM- I should do my rewrites.
10 AM- I really should do my rewrites.
11 AM- No point starting the rewrites, since I'll be eating lunch in an hour.
12 PM- Lunch
1 PM- I'd better go out and buy groceries if I intend to eat lunch tomorrow.
3 PM- Who knew the supermarket would have so much food in it!
4 PM- Maybe now I can work on my rewrites.
4:15 PM- It's too close to suppertime to do rewrites. I'll get an early start tomorrow.
If the alternative to rewrites was walking the plank, I might actually do them. But with lunch and supermarkets and supper as distractions, I can hardly be expected to.
I'm off to change the sheets on my bed (see, I do work). Then I'll eat lunch (a woman's got to eat). And then maybe, just maybe, I'll do my rewrites!