A few quick M3 updates and a bit on MFM are lined up in front of Clyde, but we will get to him quickly. Grab a cuppa and snuggle into a rocker. The moon is beautiful tonight.
The numbers this week were mostly in the future. In other words, they will not hit the meters until September and October. The posts I have been working on are for then.
The derailing of this week due to problems with layout on MFM has all been corrected. M3 is heading back to the painstaking normalcy which has plagued it since day one.
An unexpected software deficiency led to cover art changes on MFM and to some minor changes inside the book. One of the drawbacks of digital publishing is the automatic compression which exists to aid the transmission of files by reducing size and thereby reducing server load. It is an inherent stone in the path.
What initially appeared to translate to a necessary censorship of creative license has prompted me to invent a new path to get around the deficiencies of receiving software. *wicked grin* I love it when I win.
This is the front cover. The back cover is being left as a complete surprise for those who buy the book.
In looking at different layout options to prevent future hangups with publishing books for others, I got a call from Val which (in pertinent part) said, Answer your friggin’ email. What she wanted was for me to test drive a new layout. I grabbed a draft, which will one day have no choice but go through layout as it is the second in a seven book series I am writing, and dropped it into her handy-dandy file manipulator.
No, that is not what we are going to discuss…What I discovered was I have a whole lot more written than I had originally believed. For some reason, my mental tracker had that book around 50 pages in…not so. Try 90. Yes, I got up and did the happy dance.
No, it does not mean I will be releasing it early. Book one is due for the Redmund launch. Book two is going to wait six months (April 2013). I will release them sooner only if there are enough sales to warrant moving the dates. Otherwise, this is planned as a three year series. No snickering about my long range planning in the back. Yes, you.
Most everyone noticed there were not Friday Follies from the stupidest inbox in the blogosphere this week. It was a personal decision for me to only answer the condolences and the authors this week. Many thanks to all those who stopped in and a special shout out to the five of you who were party to Killing Us Softly. If this is a new title to you, it is the main title for the fourth book I am going to release (also at the Redmund launch).
More thanks to those who have stopped by the SIB to offer me ideas for future books. They are all in the hopper. What do you mean what does that mean? I have my book ideas in a spreadsheet. When it is time to write something new, Bear picks a number, and I have a new subject.
Winners & Entries
Bear and the number picking has produced a lot of winners. There are three poems on M3 and two in the MFM, which came as a result of his picking numbers. There have also been quite a few winners of free books. Binky brought up his chances of winning were relatively zero because he had not entered to win.
NEWSFLASH: I really do mail books out every week. If you do not enter, I cannot possibly send one to you. Bear cannot pick your number if you do not have one. But while you are at it, you may as well have far more than one. If you commented, all you have to do is press the “Do it” button…because you already have!
The Subscribe entries are not, I repeat NOT, just for new subscribers. If you are subscribed, you are entitled to five chances.
And answer the question. You know how I am about questions. What?
There are still a handful of spots left for books for the Redmund launch. Do you have a WIP you can whip before the end of September?
I am pleased at the quality of the books which have already been submitted. They are wonderful stories.
Over the moon is the best way to describe about how I feel about the building of the forum and the options we are adding to it. It is going to be a haven to work things out in your scripts and get positive feedback and true constructive criticism. Many, many thanks to everyone who is working to find all the missing parts to building the most positive experience for all of the authors.
Right Turn, Clyde!
We have talked a bit about judging others and judging our own selves in preparation for the Tripping at the Finish Line series. Last week, Clyde said let all the bad press go. I agree entirely…until the bad press turns out to be good press.
Think about what makes good press. It is not all sunshine, unicorns and rainbows. It is truth.
So, what happens when the bad ink is right? What do we do when the rumors are not rumors?
One of my favorite pieces of bad press was put on every single job evaluation I have ever had. What do you think it was? Punctuality? Proficiency? Money handling? No, I got five stars on all of those. Still do not know?
Needs people skills.”
Yes, corporate America believed there was not much room in their world for calling a spade a spade. Ironically, it was my job to do just that. Even though I employed the sandwich method, there were plenty of times the sandwich had to be served open-faced because there was not two good things for me to sandwich all of the bad between.
Likewise, I absolutely refuse to use euphemisms. In my world, no one passes away or perishes: They die. People do not lose their jobs: They are fired, or they quit. Corporate people do not do their best: They succeed, or they fail. Euphemisms exist to take the blame off of those who are ultimately responsible or give credit where none is due.
All of those who ever complained about my abrasive talk (quoted from a performance review) were in various stages of getting fired. They were on probation for infractions or the target of an investigation which would end with them in either the unemployment line or handcuffs.
Each one of those evaluations always stated my subordinates enjoyed working with me. Yes, I worked with them. They did not work for me.
Bad vs. Good
Looking back, I still think the ink was good. No, I do not think I should have mollycoddled employees. No, I do not think I should have been using language considered kinder. No, I do not think it is appropriate to lie about failure or success. In all this negativity, where is the good?
What I learned was it was necessary to teach others being told something was wrong with their performance was not a character conviction. I learned I needed to let people know it was okay to fail. I had to let them know being perfect was not my expectation, but doing the job well was.
Try this on for size.
There is no shame in failure. From it, you learn what not to do.” ~ Red Dwyer
I can readily name a few dozen things I have done wrong in the last five days. I can even name something I did wrong in the last five minutes. My life is not compromised by the fact I am not perfect. I am not any less because someone pointed out others were not accustomed to the truth stapled between their eyes where they could not avoid it, despite my stapling abilities.
Needs people skills is a constant battle for me in the traditional sense. I have alienated entire populations based on my ability to walk into a foreign situation and immediately point out its dysfunction. Ultimately, it has always led to those people attempting to crawl through my past to point out I had skeletons in various states of decomposure: not necessarily out on display, but certainly not buried in a closet or crypt.
What is the difference?
My bad ink is nothing more than a validation of how I got to where I am now. It was always a learning experience. It is a testament to the will to continue to learn.
How about the bad ink I put out myself? My spade calling is not a matter of judgment to make me perceive myself as superior, but instead, is my attempt to help others find a better path than the one upon which they currently stumble.
Bad ink is only negative if it is untrue. When bad ink is true, it is an opportunity to change and grow. I will always be for personal growth.
Until next time,
Why do we get our feelings hurt when someone points out we are wrong? How do we find out when we are not doing things the easiest way? Have you ever looked at bad ink as a way to become better?