They Stole My Pool!

You thought it wasn’t possible, but pool thieves broke into my backyard and stole my pool.

Empty Pool

I cannot go swimming. It really doesn’t make a difference that the pool was too cold to swim in for a Floridian, though I am sure it was warm enough for Alaskan. Wait. Is that prejudice if I assume that people who live in Alaska will tolerate much colder swimming water than a Floridian? I should be ashamed. But I am not.

Ok, want to know what really happened? Government scientists asked if they could study the magical properties of my pool. They believe understanding how my pool came to have and grant magical powers of awesomeness, that the whole world could be saved. I still haven’t figured out what it is being saved from, but if everyone was as smart and good looking as the people that swim in my pool, there wouldn’t just be world peace, there would be world joy.

My pool makes the world happy.

Or, there’s a discoloration in the finish that the builder has continually told me for the past year, “It should balance out in a few weeks. We’ll just keep the acid level a little higher.” I am all for taking the lazy way and not making people do extra work, but, at some point, it’s got to get done. It could have been that as well, but I like to believe that my pool brings world joy and happiness. Unless your thing is gloom. It’s sort of an existentialist pool.

And I thought I would link you to Chuck Wendig’s rambling on self-publishing.

I’m pretty much right there with him. I have a lot of friends/acquaintances who are self-publishing these days. There are some that do it in a fashion that I would employ myself and those that don’t. I respect both choices. As a person who reads almost entirely on recommendations, I have to admit, I am pretty careful with recommendations that I make. At times, I might say things like I am excited to read a book or I might suggest a book from an author who I know I love.

While I might not be thrilled to be on a writing list where there seems to be a focus on tit-for-tat ‘marketing’, I get it. Lot’s of “hey, review my book.” and active participation in ‘reviewing’ others to increase one’s visibility on Amazon as an example of ‘Marketing’.

I understand this. And to a degree, I am sure it works.

When I think about this model, it reminds me of a concept of 1000 True Fans. It strikes me as that’s what a writer should be striving for.

I get that giving out 500 random reviews/tags/likes gains a writer visibility. And visibility is how a writer can find those true fans. But those reviews a writer gets might not be that. And if it’s a trade model, where for the 1000 “true” fans, you’re a “true” fan of 1000 others, it’s a bit of a ponzi scheme, isn’t it? Or pyramid, or whatever. The winner is the reseller – Amazon/Smashwords/etc. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, just how some of the self-publishing looks to me. I would say that most of the previously unpublished now self-published are buying into that model. And in all schemes, someone does make money.

Not sure what my point was. Chuck’s rambling was much better than mine. I never claimed to be any good at this blogging thing.

I’m standing in my pool waiting for the joy and happiness to return.

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