Because life was just not fun enough

Reformatted the hard drive, reinstalled the hardware, drivers, DSL modem, much of the software. Yuck! This is the sort of work I hate to do, and though we now have a nice, clean, virus-free system and everything works and all the safeguards are up and running to prevent a viral relapse, it’s still tedious, mindless, seriously un-fun work.

So while I was transferring seven million files from the backup, I did a check on my two new releases at Amazon.com. Memory of Fire is the same, selling a bit above my average, but nothing to blow the socks off of anyone, and one review. I was, however, really excited to see several new reviews for Vincalis … until I read them. I can’t even say the people who read them were illiterate morons, much as that would make me feel better. They were perfectly literate and quite cogent in their dislike.

I should have just stuck to the hard drive crap. I would have been happier.

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About the author: Novelist, writing teacher, on a mission to reprint my out-of-print books and self-publish my new ones.