Monday, May 25, 2009

To Book Sign or Not to Book Sign

I believe it was Jodi Picoult who once said that while book signings benefit certain authors, there are other authors who it actually hurts. I believe I would fall into the second category. I'm extremely shy by nature (which is the reason I used to get seriously smashed at any kind of social event) and my voice has a tendency to shake when I get too nervous. Also, I'm not much to look at, so I don't like having my picture taken.

Sometime this summer I'm signed up to do a "blog tour." Even that makes me kind of nervous. I've been so tired for such a long time and under so much stress that I don't know if I can muster what it takes to sound excited about my project. I hope I can pull it from somewhere. There's nothing like having people say "well, she doesn't sound very intense about what she's doing, why should we be?"

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Friday, May 22, 2009

u need 2 lrn 2 spl

There is no such word as "u" in the English language. The word is you. Y-O-U. "U" is a letter. Get it? Got it? Good!

Just had to get this off my chest. Especially when I see people using "u" for "you" on a so called "serious" website, I just want to go postal!

Using "u" instead of "you" makes an otherwise smart person look super duper uber stuuuuupid!!!!!!!!

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Lost

"Mix a little foolishness with your serious plans: it’s lovely to be silly at the right moment."



-- Horace

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Thursday, May 21, 2009

Paying for Entre Card

I use Entre Card (entrecard.com) and I do think it gets results. However, I simply do not have time to be doing drops on a regular basis. I think it is helpful to go through and examine the various blogs once a month, however, to find possible advertising sources, as I am always looking for cheap, effective advertising.

I decided to pay for my Entre Card advertising. At 60 cents for 1000 impressions or 4 cents per click, it is pretty affordable. And unlike Google, I can pay as I go rather than having my debit card nuked for a minimum of $5 a day. While a lot of Internet marketers use Entre Card, it seems that a lot of creatives use it as well. I get no compensation for sharing this information. It is simply my impression of the service.

I also intend to add a question to my main site asking people to tell me where they found me.

Sometimes its hard for us right brain types to wrap our heads around the left brain stuff necessary for promotion. It's been a hell of a journey for me. Which is why I like to share what I find, to make it easier for others.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Looking beneath the surface

If people were plastering the image of Kurt Cobain's suicide all over the internet, those who are his fans would be up in arms. No-one who was an admirer of Kurt's would ever do something so disrespectful.
Yet people who claim to be admirers of Mayhem and Dead (Per Ohlin) see nothing wrong with exploiting the troubled end to his troubled life.
Perhaps its because I could give a shit less about image that I just do not fucking get this idiot behavior. I don't care a fart in a category five hurricane for the stage image of anyone I listen to (although I must say that Alice Cooper really has a pretty cool act.) I care about the music itself and I tend to come to care about the person beneath the image.
However, there is something beyond being seduced by the "evul blak metul" in the moronic actions of those who display this photograph.
The people who find something "cool" in this miserable image are lacking in basic common sense, a modicum of intelligence, empathy, or all three. They don't seem to be able to discern the difference between this photo of an actual event and events created by special effects. They do not think before they act and are quick to justify their ugly behavior. These are tendencies of sociopaths. Do I think that everybody who is guilty of this behavior is a sociopath? Probably not, but I do think that all of them need to grow the fuck up and check their actions before they do something that will have harmful consequences. The subject of this photograph has four siblings who love him, as well as simply being worthy of more respect than is accorded him by continually exploiting him in such an ugly way.
While I grudgingly admit that the person who took the photograph (Euronymous) was intelligent, he lacked both common sense and empathy. He was a sociopath. This is not to say that he would ever have become a serial murderer. Most sociopaths in fact never kill anybody. But he didn't care about how the consequences of his actions would affect other people. His complete lack of empathy for others has a tendency to make me lack empathy for his eventual fate, although murder is never a good thing. Put simply, he wasn't a very nice guy although I think at the heart of it all he was actually rather desperate to be liked. He had a serious inferiority complex and allowed this to color his actions in rather ugly ways. He stated that he wanted people to hate and fear him and this is not the emotion that he inspires. My initial reaction to him was revulsion. However as time has gone on he generally tends to inspire pity. This is far from the reaction that he would have wanted but it is the one that he deserves.
The person behind the Dead stage image has been described by those who knew him as a nice guy with a lot of problems. I have come to believe that his obsession with death and decay was caused by an unusual psychiatric disorder called Cotard Syndrome. This disorder causes the sufferer to believe that they are in fact dead and rotting. It is usually caused by a head injury. I also feel that he suffered from dissociative identity disorder, in part due to events that I can't prove (posthumous conversations with him) and in part due to objective viewing of accounts of his behavior, videos, and his own writing. His predilection for self-injury shows him to have possessed a high degree of self-loathing. He was also highly intelligent and very talented and offstage appeared to be soft-spoken, polite, and more than a bit unsure of himself. At any rate he deserved better than he got, and I have no problem with saying that all y'all who continue to commit psychic rape on him every time you display that sad image of the culmination of a troubled life deserve to have the world's biggest corn cob implanted where the sun don't shine.
















Here 'tis, ready for implantation. And those deserving do not merit butter to ease its passage.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Two Snakes, One Apple

It was noplace that I could ever remember being in my life. It was so beautiful and clean. No smog on the horizon, in fact, nary a sound of a motor anywhere. The buzzing of bees, the chirping of birds, this was all I could hear. I walked over to the lake and waded in up to my knees, then walked back out and sat down on the wonderful soft grass. Could I have died and gone to Heaven? This was all too beautiful to be real.

I looked at the trees surrounding the lake. There seemed to be every kind of tree imaginable. Palm trees, pine trees, willow trees, apple trees. Truly, this must be Eden, or some very close approximation.
I walked over to one of the apple trees and grabbed an apple. It was perfectly ripe, not a blemish anywhere. As I was about to take a bite, I heard a low, hissing voice beside me.
'Don't eat that. You remember what happened last time.'
I looked slightly down and to my right. A serpent was coiled around the tree. A talking serpent, admonishing me not to eat the apple.
Then something cold and slimy tapped me on the left arm. Another snake proceeded to speak to me.
'Don't listen to that wuss. These are good apples. The best in the Universe. Every one filled with knowledge. You know you want to eat it. Trust me.'
'A little knowledge is a dangerous thing,' the first snake warned. 'A lot can be downright deadly.'
I looked at the snakes and back at the apple. Did I listen to the snake on the right or the snake on the left? Whatever I chose could effect every being in the Universe. What to do?

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Undead Ed












This is something that I'm doing just for fun. It's a fanfic dedicated to one of my favorite underrated characters, Evil Ed Thompson from Fright Night. It is only lightly edited. It is a "blovel" and the idea is to write quickly, 1000 words or less per chapter, for 40 days. We'll see what happens with the adventures of Undead Ed!