I have a linkback poem, "The Emulsification of Humankind" (14 verses, Torn World).
If you're interested, mark the date on your calendar, and please hold actual prompts until the "Poetry Fishbowl Open" post next week. (If you're not available that day, or you live in a time zone that makes it hard to reach me, you can leave advance prompts. I am now.) Meanwhile, if you want to help with promotion, please feel free to link back here or repost this on your blog.
( New to the fishbowl? Read all about it! )
In that time, 17 copies have sold: 3 to me (for technical reasons) and 14 to other people.
Somewhere on YouTube, I watched a vid of a panel of authors talking about self publishing, and one of them said that even when you get published via the traditional route (unless you're a Big Name Author that the publishing house is actively promoting), selling 200 copies a year is par for the course.
Considering that she was talking about prose books, and (if I recall correctly) her own work was of a traditional fiction sub-genre, and my book is poetry and it has an esoteric focus (unlike, say love poetry, or straight-up autobiography/confessional/abuse survival), I'm rather pleased to be within sight of 10% of that.*
Anyway, yesterday, I got it into head to try and convert my book from ink-and-paper to pixel-and-silicon by August 4, this year. ...
And this was after the computer I composed the book on died, so I had to re-download the PDF Lulu.com has on file, and go through the whole thing and rework the format to make it ebook compatible. ... My Inner Critic is fretting and chewing her fingernails, 'cause whoever first composed ebook algorithms didn't take the requirements of poetry into account at all (like allowing extra lines between stanzas).
So wish me luck.
*(shameless plug) If you'd like to help me get to a full 10% of Par For the Course, you can buy the book either at Lulu.com (where there's a 20% discount, and I earn $1.69):
or on Amazon (where there is no discount, and I earn $0.03 from the U.S., and $0.33 from the UK [no, I have no idea why I get more money from a foreign-to-me seller])
WHY ARE SO MANY NURSES NOT SCIENTIFICALLY MINDED.
"See, you trust people. I get my news from [Infowars and other far-right conspiracy sites.]
Legit gonna scream at her someday.
Round 1, I took pictures and planted morning glory seeds.
Round 2, I transplanted some wild morning glories and started clearing weeds and brush around the purple-and-white garden.
Round 3, I sowed more grass seed in the bare patch. There is a chance of rain tonight. I also cut more brush around the purple-and-white garden. It's about half done now, I think.
Round 4, I cut more brush around the purple-and-white garden. It's about 3/4 done, although I'll probably need to go back and touch up parts later. It already looks a lot better though.
I won't know more until tomorrow afternoon, and even more until a week from today. After that, things are not going to be pretty for a while. The worst case scenario is pretty remote, but what's possible is also a pretty bad worst case. And what caused me to write this was the worst case scenario resulting from the tests I just had run last week.
Not happy, Jan, to quote my Australian friends.
Car? What car? It broke down! LOL. (Will be spending money on Lyft at least tonight.) I'm hoping the problem is cheap. If not, I'm going to have to work on replacing my car. I haven't saved money for that! I only started getting full-time hours last month!
Bright (maybe?) side: Tyler is leaving (he wants this. LA, lives closer to his girlfriend) and they are conflicted about Tigger taking over because he doesn't show up too often. Maybe I'll end up taking over? It doesn't pay as much, but the hours work with both jobs way better, and I'd write my own schedule, which in my opinion, is worth an extra $5-10/hour because fighting with the schedule every week is a huge pain in the ass. I feel pretty confident I could juggle both jobs if only I had control over the schedule and making a routine for myself.
The manager is allowed up to 48 hours per week. There are some days you need to be there (Tuesdays for ordering... I think the load usually comes Fridays?) and other days you do not. I think I'd do 10 hour days Friday and Saturday, eight hours Sunday, four-to-six hours Monday-Thursday pending on the store needs. I wouldn't be able to open, but I could close any given night.
Linda really doesn't want me to do Starbucks management because she wanted to invest on me in the front end. But considering my availability change... I might be more useful to her back in Starbucks (if Tigger doesn't work out. I don't want to take over his job, either. He's more knowledgeable than me in that department.) And unlike other people, since I'm looking at trying to do nursing school, I really couldn't care less about my weekends at the moment.
That would fuck up my Himalayan Trek big time, though. If that happened, it would mean neither Tigger nor Tyler would be working at Ralphs anymore. No vacation.... Though to be fair, if I have to somehow figure out a new car, that trip was already fucked.
I WAS SO FUCKING EXCITED ABOUT THAT TRIP.
Poem: "Uncertain Miracles"
Garden Photos 6-22-17 Flowers
Garden Photos 6-22-17 Nests
Poem: "One Familiar with Self-Defense"
Garden Photos 6-19-17 Flowers
Garden Photos 6-19-17 Birds
This week's half-price sale in Polychrome Heroics had only modest participation, despite having the quarter-price option. However, I do have one donor who's still picking out poetry for funds already sent, so there will be something more.
Poetry in Microfunding:
"A Hope and a Promise" belongs to Polychrome Heroics and has 15 new verses. Aidan and Mrs. Ozenne talk more about Saraphina as she interacts with another toddler. "Essential for Human Survival" belongs to Polychrome Heroics: Cassandra and has 11 new verses. Groundhog and Cassandra encounter one of the monks. "The Inner Transition" belongs to Polychrome Heroics: Berettaflies. Valor's Widow finds out what Stylet has in his backpack.
Weather has been cooler and pleasant here. The nest of baby robins fledged! :D The cardinal nest lost its egg. :( Currently blooming: dandelions, carnations, marigolds, petunias, lantana, million bells, snapdragons, zinnias, firecracker plant, torenia, yarrow, white and red clover, penstemon, daylilies, rose campion, coreopsis, morning glories, aster, spiderwort, echinacea, golden rain tree. Mulberries and black raspberries are winding down.
WARNING: This poem contains topics that many readers may find disturbing. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. Patches and Rampart help Buraq find Haboob to use miracles to make him stop being a supervillain. This includes a manhunt, terrorist activity, Buraq getting shot, messy medical details of a serious bullet wound, flashback to prior injury, the bad guys fragging their own sniper for violating medical neutrality, taking items from a corpse as a point of positive etiquette, teleporting while injured is no fun for anyone, kidnapping Haboob and fixing him by force, when you apply miracles to a terrorist it kind of sounds like you're torturing him, and not everyone is comfortable with this, dubious consent once Haboob starts to regain some sanity, distressing inability to pray in the customary manner, but Buraq is creative with solutions and it works fine in the end, another overwhelming prayer experience ending in a faint that scares the team healer, traumatic guilt, renaming, radical forgiveness of a divinely repaired terrorist, miracles have a blest radius of extra healing, loss of homeland, austere living conditions, feeling unclean, but fortunately Buraq knows how to fix that, uncertainty, and other challenges. On the whole, however, everyone is better off in the end. Because this poem contains a major plot development in world politics, skipping it would leave a gap, even though it doesn't fall into main storylines. Please consider your tastes and headspace before deciding whether this is something you wish to read.
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We checked the firepit after yesterday's Litha bonfire. It had burned down almost completely, just a double handful of stubs to pick out. Then we shoveled up the loose ash and wheeled to dump in the prairie garden.
Round 2, I watered plants. Then I picked up sticks in the savanna.
Round 3, I sprayed weeds.
It's getting dark now, and the fireflies are coming out, so I'm done for the night.