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What went before:  Business first; list of title affected by price increases

We now return to your regularly scheduled frivolity.

It is Thursday in Central Maine; cloudy, damp, and warm(ish).

Breakfast was cottage cheese, grapes, and toast. Second cup of tea to hand. Lunch will be a sweet potato because I have two left and I'd better eat them before I leave to go walking up and down in the world.

Ashley will be by in half an hour, more or less, and I've picked up the house, except for the kicker that Rook and Tali keep dragging off the sofa so they can play kicker-ball. Kicker-ball seems to have much in common with Calvin-ball, and Tali is quicker at the rule shifts than Rook, though I fear the moment he realizes How It Works.

Tonight is ASL class; today, I have correspondence to answer and things to put in piles in prep for said walking up and down. Yes, I'm starting to pack already. If I try to do it all on Monday, or, as Steve would do, Tuesday, I'll hurt my back (no, I don't know why, I just know that's what happens), and we're trying to avoid that, since I'm driving.

I also need to recheck the routes/maps. No, they didn't move Cooperstown or Baltimore (though Baltimore is sinking, so that's exciting), but I'm running without a navigator (yes, I Keep Saying That, and it continues to be true).

Tali is now on my lap, nibbling my fingers as I try to type -- and, gone.

What're y'all doing today?

Ah.  Today's blog post title is of course attributed to Mr. Buzz Lightyear

What went before, short form:  Amazon sent me a letter informing me of changes to its royalty structure.  PRINT titles that have a cover price of less than $9.99 will experience a reduced royalty -- from 60% to 50%.  Some other books will receive NO ROYALTIES AT ALL.  Amazon was writing to me because I have titles that fall into the NO ROYALTIES AT ALL zone, and I have until June 10 to Fix This.

NOTE:  This is paper books only from Pinbeam Books, the Lee-and-Miller indie publishing side of It All.

NOTE TWO:  Pinbeam's paper books are produced and distributed by Amazon, so even if you buy one of Pinbeam's print book from another bookstore, you are still buying it from Amazon.

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Wednesday. Anything can happen day.

Please join me in a moment of silence as we contemplate this irony.

Right.

Sunny and going to hit the low 70sF. Windows my office are OPEN. Bathroom window is NOT OPEN.

The caffeine has done its work; and I've traveled through the Land Of O!God O!God, what the PHUCK am I going to do? I don't have TIME for this and we're going to be living in a tent by the river, and the Cats &c&c&c -- which is the toll I pay for having a bent brain -- and have arrived at A Place of Thinking.

So.

I've gone through the list of titles affected by Amazon's newest flexing of its muscles. It is Less Bad than the first reading/panic attack made it seem. There are 22 Pinbeam Books titles affected by this...new arrangement.

Despite the explanation in their letter, five of Pinbeam's 22 affected titles are listed at $10 (aka above the Magic $9.99); the rest are listed at $8.

I need to research what's going on with those five $10 titles; also -- there's a separate problem with The Tomorrow Log, which someone seems to have hijacked. However Amazon's system is for some reason a little overwhelmed at the moment, and I can't actually GET to TTL's publisher listing to see what's going on there.

Focusing on the below-magic-list-price titles . . . 17 @ $8. Here, I have three choices: (1) I can let Amazon continue to sell them and pay me nothing; (2) I can increase the cover of all titles to $10, or (3) I can take them off-sale.

(1) is Right Out.

Frankly, (2) and (3) both pretty much add up to $0. People can't buy a book that's not listed, and! I doubt anybody will buy these titles in paper at $10. However, exposure is a thing, and keeping the titles in view has benefit.

So (2) it is.

I will be increasing the price of the affected titles on Monday, May 19, so people still have time to buy these titles at the older, lower price.

Why am I doing this so quickly, since Amazon isn't implementing their changes until June 10?

Because I will be traveling, and then I will be exhausted from traveling, and having to catch up with All The Rest of the stuff that somehow piles up when you're traveling, even if you're -- ahem -- old, widowed, and Have Nothing To Do All Day.

And that's Anything Can Happen Day so far at the Confusion Factory.

I'm going to go get a third cup of tea, and what's left of that chocolate mint brownie. Panic really uses up calories.

I trust that everyone is abiding in a state of Calm Peacefulness this morning?

In good news, the cat tree was in bloom this morning.

What went before: And, the first Steve Miller's death has killed the Liaden Universe®; the latest book is filler: boring, stupid, and includes icky girl stuff¹ commentary has landed. I'm kind of surprised it took this long. And, no, I did not  seek it out.

Closing up shop for the day.  Dr. Who up in 3...2...1...

Everybody stay safe.

¹<fe>Assuredly the first Liaden book ever to include icky girl stuff</fe>

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So. Did he bring her to that desolate Welsh hilltop on purpose?

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Tuesday. Sunny and already kind of warm, pardoning the slight, cool breeze. The 'beans are looking for 70F/21C, so I might actually be able to sit out on the deck for a little while this afternoon in Actual Sunshine.

Trash is at the curb, but not recycling, since there's no recycling pickup this week, those trucks being needed to haul in the junk for the City Cleanup.

Breakfast was -- don't judge me -- leftover mashed potatoes with egg, onions, and cheese. Lunch will be a burger and ... something. Or, yanno, not.

I have a letter from the hospital that's closing next week. It appears that I can fill out a form to see if my PCP will accept me into his new practice -- in Bath. I'm required to fill the form in and fax it to the practice, which is going to be a challenge. I note that Bath is, eh, an hour away, maybe?

However, in Actual Good News, the Walk-In Clinic is not closing. At least, not yet.

The letter is dense -- in layout and in information, so I'll be reading it again. I also have a bill from the plumber for the Installation Fiasco, and it is less -- even much less -- than I had feared. So -- qualified good news there.

I've some other this, that, and t'other things to look after, and tonight is the second meeting of the fiber craft group at the library.

"My life makes perfect sense: drugs and booze, and violence." Possibly my least favorite Dire Straits song.

Thanks to everyone for the outpouring of love for our writing, and for Diviner's Bow. I should perhaps have given a paraphrase warning, and I now let the world know that "icky girl stuff" is romance/relationship content. Which, yes, the Liaden Universe® has embraced -- cough -- from the beginning, and it always  amazes me that people who preface their Disappointed Remarks on our Sudden Wokeness with "I've been reading this series from the beginning," managed to miss this for nearly 40 years. I can only believe that reading is very difficult for them, and I admire their perseverance.

The windows are open -- only not the bathroom window, which will have to do penance for a while yet -- and the cats are strategically deployed to take advantage of the Smells Of Outdoors.

Do you know where your cats are?

Today's blog post title comes to you via Dr. Who ("Kiss-Kiss"), "Skye Boat Song," the linked performance from Celtic Thunder.

What went before: So! 600-odd new words today, bringing the total very drafty WIP to +/-40,200 words.

Quitting to do some ASL review and maybe see how much of my acceptance speech I remember today.

Tomorrow, I have an early(ish) appointment for a haircut, and some errands to run while I'm out and about. Then! I have Endless Phone Calls to make, and then? We'll see.

So, I'm checking the weather for my various locations starting next week. Cooperstown's more or less on par with my part of Maine, and Corning's a tad warmer, but Baltimore? Baltimore, what's going on with you? It ain't Summer.

Of course, we here in Central Maine are operating under an Active frost advisory from midnight to 6 am tomorrow. Just in case anybody thought it was Spring.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

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Well. Monday, eh? Damp and dim and at the moment, chilly.

Waiting for my tea to brew, then there's a raisin bran muffin with my name on it to be toasted.

It looks like two of my friends have been whatever the FB term is for "hacked" overnight. Both visible in the city. Both women. Of course, you might say.

Sometimes, I think that I'd like to know what goes on in the heads of people who do this kind of crap (ref "hacked" above), so I could understand why they do it. If for nothing else, look at the material I could get for my stories, O! Me of Can't Write Believable Villains.

But, then, yanno, I think, no. I'll just sit over here writing overachievers who at least try to be compassionate, if they can't be kind, and who recognize that none of us go it alone, we all need each other, even the bullies and the billionaires who proclaim themselves Self! Made! Met your mother, mate?

"The comfort of the rich depends upon an abundant supply of the poor." Thank you, Voltaire.

I think I'd better go find that muffin.

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And. A name I didn't recognize liked my previous post and in the time it took me to click on the name and block it -- I had two messages from that same name.

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Glam shot:

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Haircut achieved, per evidence previously provided. Firefly approves and that's all the validation I need.

Stopped at Holy Cannoli and bought a slice of lasagna that will easily be two hearty lunches, and a chocolate mint brownie bigger than my head, which will also be eaten across days. In fact, I've just eaten a slice, which I washed down with the tea (still hot!) in my Yeti tumbler.

As previously advertised, I have phone calls to make and, to reward myself for phone calling and getting my hair cut, I have reserved a seat at this evening's free talk-and-film at the Waterville Arts Center. This evening's movie is The Shape of Water.

Waterville is doing the city-wide clean up, and people are throwing away Perfectly Good Stuff, so I thought, but figured it was Just Me. Turns out not. I chatted with a lady who had rescued several small child amusements from piles on people's lawns, took them home, washed and disinfected them and, hey, presto! The grandkid wins.

So. Brownie slice consumed -- man, that was good -- and tea finished.

Time to make my first phone call.

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primal scream

Phone calls accomplished. I may not have a copy of my log that the insurance company keeps on me, which is a record of every time I've called them, or they called me, and a synopsis of our talk, on account of that is ... proprietary?

My first contact was with someone who wanted nothing to do with me and bounced me to another department, which fortunately got me someone who thought her job was solving problems.

Unfortunately, all she could do was research and compile a case, but she had to send me and the information back to the general office, where? I was "helped" to fill out a grievance that I cannot have a copy of, and I should hear "something" in 30 days.

Takeaway: Insurance company does not care if it has a trust issue, because -- where else you gonna go?

I'm going to go heat up some of that lasagna for lunch. I do not believe I will be going to the movies tonight, but I may binge Dr. Who.

Today's very late blog post title brought to you by Mr. Steve Winwood and Traffic, "The Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys"