Tired of not writing.

So, I didn’t want it to happen but I had no choice. I’ve burnt myself out, exhausted myself depleted all of my energy. On what you ask? Well, let me tell you, its not Writing, it’s building a bloody website and ALL of the stuff that goes with it. It’s never ending for an indie-author.

• Mail list set up
• SEO on stuff and Keywords
• Integration Facebook and Twitter
• Banned here and there
• Funnels
• Promotions and Marketing

API keys Google not playing, Firefox being a dick, VPNs, blocked countries, suspensions from Twitter and Facebook bugs. Mailchimp is an ass. Amazon KDP file amendments to top it off. Photoshop scratch disc bugs… when I am working!

Mailchimp emaield me saying my account has been suspended! Ho-hum – looks like I got myself a “Acceptable Use violation detected” – holy-moly – So I was using their inbuilt website thing to add my Kids Short Story “Roland Finds a Magic Stone” and here I am in the naughty-corner again.

I’ve emailed their compliance department, and I will post updates on how it goes, but really? I mean really? I’ve read their Policies and “I ain’t done a thing man, it was ginger, good ol ginger!” To be honest their detector of things all internety (called Omnivore) I reckon it’s an A.I. beast, picked up the world “Children” and that was that….

My stress levels have skyrocketed. I m sleeping a max of four hours a day, I’ve got spots on my face and I’m 49 years old. My eyes look like a badgers died in a snowdrift, and my kids annoy me. I’ve been playing with Sudoku book creations, thousands of files and images, that absolutely have to be kept in the write order otherwise the InDesign mail merge screws up, which it has done. I am staring at a screen of endless numbers, some kind of ineffective hacker.

In contrast to the levels of death inducing stress chemicals in my body, my writing counts this week is the lowest it’s ever been. And I said I would never do this, I would never play the “want to be top of the pile” stuff from Google, never write compromised SEO text like a freaking robot, never want to or exert any “Authority”. But here I am. So, what am I going to do?

Stop all this nonsense. I’m going to focus on the things I have paid cash for, my subscriptions which are:

BookFunnel

Tweepi (oh no I cancelled that Silver thing) back to freebie account for me.

My Website

Scrivener (affiliate link) – Oh no I paid for that last tax year. I need to write a review on this amazing organising tool!

I’m sure I’ve paid for something else recently internet related but this expense eludes my mind at this moment of writing, it will come back to me.

Why I Faced Time in Twitter Jail and Facebook Detention

To be honest I have no Idea, I’m an old man? Oh no too young for that defence!

With regards to Twitter I had a 3 day in jail limitation as I was apparently “Churning” – thanks Tweepi! No idea what that is unless it has something to do with makign butter.

Facebook page creation (which I need for some promotion integration thing, tells me that I am creating “Too many Pages”, funny as this is my first. The Internet claims it’s a bug, I’ve sent support an email, lets see how that one runs! Do I actually need Facebook though? It’s so crass to spam links to books I’ve written, whilst telling my life story, I have no serious time to “Engage” so I will let that one burn.

So, I’m back to the void of the Internet, my only sordid life-line to my discovery. My channel to the vast world feeds through the Ethernet cable that I love, need and hate in equal measures of spite.

Am I ranting about writing? No, it’s the lack of writing that bothers me. I mentioned on this blog someplace that my writing “grunt” work gets done in the morning before I am shattered. Creativity is in the evening. Well, that’s 500 words feeling better already.

Writing The Seed of an Idea From the Depths of Despair

An idea I’ve been playing with. A story idea. A guy alone, I mean really alone, his name’s Alex. He wakes up that everyone and everything is missing – so like a 28 Days later thing or hundreds of other stories….. I live in a cold country and I want to put that in somehow, it’s a groovy location the cold, that is.

OK so we have a changed world, Alex is alone (survival horror vibes here or apocalyptic vision) BUT I want to throw in some kind of distorted reality, like the world of Alex is another dimension out of alignment with the world he knew, a replica of sorts.

So, what next what are we going to do? Where’s the conflict (well we have man vs nature and environment) but why do we care about Alex’s journey? Where is he going? Maybe he has a message or some symbol that pushes him in a certain direction a clue. Why the split? Not sure here maybe Aliens/A.I. but it’s hard to see the path on that one. The question is though why do we care about Alex?

Could the fact his family has gone missing be used? Yes, it’s kind of usual I suppose. Well, that’s my rant inspirational blog post out of the way.

Here’s a picture of a cat – because it’s a cat.

I’m off now with a paper book, a pen with real ink, a flask of coffee and a nip of Brandy and write words. Alex needs me. Pissant Internet!

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