Laying upon my couch this lovely sick day, Twitter has been a dear friend (autocorrect changed “sick” to “suck”; might be something there). Yet, there’s a tyranny present. I grab my tablet to look up self-publishing options (Kobo vs. Amazon). Then I came back to myself some time later, trying to remember what I was doing. Just one tweet popped up, and my mind was gone.
So, exploring those options, I struggle. Amazon has a larger audience. However, do I want to align myself with them? What are my expectations of a company? I interviewed with Amazon a few years ago, plus I did several projects with them back in the mid-90s. So clearly I find then tolerable. Yet, they are getting gargantuan, which I suggested find concerning.
Writing-wise, at this point I’m planning on assembling a collection of my poetry. It’s been requested of me, and it sounds rewarding. Plus, I’ve been meaning to put side short-stories out, too. So I think this would be an interesting and viable channel. The main limiter of my success is time, and not getting sidetracked by the scatter of modern life. Sick-days challenge me enough without Twitter and it’s kin absorbing my attention and creating suck-days.