There’s been a small blitz of media attention directed at me (I haven’t been updating stuff, though, I’m behind). And it’s not at all when I expected or asked for it. My relationship is over so I moved to regroup and finish Book #2. I figured on a fairly quiet existence for the next couple months. Instead, all of this hits the fan the very day that I moved (right after I unplugged my computer, apparently).
What’s amusing is a lot of people think I just published the book to capitalize on the Spitzer thing. They don’t do enough fact-checking to discover its public-release date was mid-October 2006. Less amusing is how they mangle my bio or misquote something they read about me on the Internet, written by someone else.
Last night on XBN, I discussed this with Jill (rambled, actually). These are some residual thoughts on my brief experiences with the media as a self-identified sex worker.
An interesting side-effect of winning an Honorable Mention in the Writerâ€™s Digest Self-Published Book Awards was that I got an e-mail from a literary agency. More properly, an intern at the agency. Still, a literary agency contacted me. Pretty nice and something I was very secretly wishing for. It was a heady moment.
Since she contacted me about two weeks before the Spitzer scandal broke, I knew it was genuine interest. Anything else I wouldâ€™ve dismissed. And it was an agency I had considering querying (eons ago when I was querying agencies). So that was very good.
One of the funniest happenings in self-publishing land has been brewing over the last two weeks. None of my self-pub groups can concentrate on anything else. Their flailings make most escort discussion board threads look rational.
Amazon (one poster called it â€œthe self-publisherâ€™s best friendâ€ â€“ I have never subscribed to that notion) has decided to force the POD issue and only carry books by its own POD manufacturer BookSurge. I realize this means diddly for most of my blog readers. My amusement comes from something other than technical details.
I debated whether or not to post this, but decided to (obviously). This is my personal blog, so I feel it’s ethically okay.
An online competitor of mine sells e-books (something I’ve been encouraged to do by several different people, but I don’t see it happening anytime soon — sorry). Competitor in the sense we’re presumably going after the same market. Since I don’t trust e-books or e-book sellers (the exceptions can be named on one hand), I never bought her book, plus it was too expensive for mere research purposes.
In my Google Alerts, I noticed she had a new blog. Its subject matter seemed a little odd, but okay. Then I discovered she outs people on her blog. In particular, customers who order her e-books. I found this out because an escort paid for the e-book, never received it and got blasted when she dared contact the seller about the issue. Not only has the poor girl not gotten her money back, all the information she put into the ordering system is now posted online in connection with the escort book.
I entered the Writer’s Digest International Self-Publishing Awards last spring (and totally forgot about it). Today I discovered who the Grand Prize winner was.
She wrote a book on creating a harmonious environment. It’s a lovely book, as you can see here. It looks like a grand prize winner. (An interview of her shows that her book spends a lot of time discussing “energy.” Hmm…writing tips for 2008.)
One thing immediately struck me. Her company is Lingham Press. Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that essentially the same as calling it Penis Press? I’m certainly interested to see where she takes her sexually-oriented publishing company.
This isn’t sour grapes. Not in the least. I actually did win an award and I’m thrilled (I never expected the Grand Prize, not even in my fantasies), but I don’t know if I should publicly mention it yet. I don’t want to inadvertently anger the gods of awards and have my one little honor taken away from me. (Besides, in all honesty, with my award and $3 I can maybe get a hot tea at Starbucks.)