Amazon Stores Wants You!

Dear Amazon,

Yes, I have a vendor number, but no I’m not going to let you help me “streamline my brand” to sell your shit.

Why, you ask?

You limited reader access to digital books with my name on them by plucking them from all genre-related searches then turned around and told me my Kindle sales were lagging–but you could make them better if I paid for prime search placement. See, that’s when I figured out you weren’t my lover, you were my pimp, and ended the relationship.

I sell old school print stock in the Market Place, and my distributors deal with you regarding my print books. In short, you can fuck off you fucking fucks*.

Love, Tina

*Struck-Through for those of you reading at work.


My editing schedule is clear enough; I’m just not sticking to it. Instead of doing a read-aloud pass of Suffocation, Monday through Thursday, I’ve been doing copyedits on the series bible, a task that occurs on Fridays. Why edit it at all? The series bible will be free to all visitors of the Femitokon patreon, so edits are a requirement. If there’s misspelled words, and bad grammar there, why would readers subscribe to reading the series?

Twitter weighs me down. Again.

When I first started on twitter I had hundreds of followers–most of them were yaoi readers, people that read my comics, or industry types I considered friends. I shut that Twitter down over three years ago and began again with a new one, last year. BL readers don’t care about what I’m writing now because there’s nothing to interest them. I tell myself this, though it’s cheating those readers by assuming they have no interests outside of yaoi/BL. Shame on me.

The twitter I have now is about link-sharing writerly-things. My real job requires an on-call meeting every morning. The producer doesn’t like trust the showrunner, and we all (the entire writing team and script team) must suffer for it. I spend these calls reading various writing articles on whatever interests me. If I like it, I share it on Twitter. People that find my shares interesting either RT, or add me to a list, or follow me. It’s cool. It’s easier than doing “my writing process 101” blog posts all the time. I follow some great online magazines on Twitter, other writers whose work interests me, and some close friends.

I know that Twitter is supposed to be about gaining a following but the thing is, I did the online brand thing when I was writing comics. Small publishers expected it (and needed it), and I hated it. I don’t like the person I am when I’m a Twitter handle or a blog-site. I think it stinks that agents and publishers look to sort of online presence as a condition to representation or publishing. I get it, though. Readers today are different. The author is as important as the what they’re writing.

I’d love to live in a world where my work speaks for itself, where my fiction is my brand–but if I’ve nothing out there, so who am I do desire anything?