I don’t see an enemy. I see two huge multinational corporations having a fight over contracts and terms, and authors staring up at them from ground level. It’s like Godzilla battling Gamera, and we’re looking up from the sidewalks of New York rather worried that a skyscraper might topple on us. I liked Chuck Wendig’s summary and commentary at http://terribleminds.com/ramble/2014/08/09/in-which-amazon-calls-you-to-defend-the-realm/.
I’m a Hachette Author in the UK. My wife’s a Hachette Author now, and she has a big book coming out in November, which you cannot pre-order through Amazon. Which sucks. I don’t regard Amazon as the enemy, any more than I regarded Barnes and Noble as the enemy when they had a dispute with DC Comics and stopped selling the hundred top DC Comics Graphic Novels in their stores (which included 17 books by me, including all Sandman).
But this seems like a good time to remind people about other places to buy books. Like you could preorder THE ART OF ASKING from Powells at http://www.powells.com/biblio/18-9781455581085-42.
Or you could use http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780062255662 to find the Indie Bookshop nearest you to get your copy of THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE, if you haven’t yet read it.
Yessssss! I never noticed that until loudest-subtext pointed it out and now every time I watch this scene I crack up when I see that mic still hooked on John’s jacket.
"Ciao, Sherlock Holmes." piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimp omg
now watch me walk away that’s right honey you had no idea what you’ve been missing but now you know
yeah i bet you will catch me later but only when i want you to
alright speak into the mic now baby tell me what you thought
*heavy breathing* "Are you alright?!"
*heavy breathing intensifies* "Sh-Sherlock!"
the FUCK is going on in there
*groaning* "Oh, christ…"
*gasping for air* "Are you okay?"
WHO FUCKING CARES JUST FUCKING SAY SOMETHING ABOUT MY SUIT
*seriously labored panting* "Yeah, me, I’m fine…that thing you did, that was…good."
THING? WHAT THING?
"I’m glad no one saw that…you ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk."
OH HELL NO
"People do little else."
SORRY BOYS I’M SO FUCKING CHANGEABLE PUT IT BACK IN YOUR PANTS “DOCTOR”
YOU CAN’T ACTUALLY BE INTO THAT JUMPER WEARING MOTHERFUCKER I PULLED OUT THE WESTWOOD FOR YOU I’M A GODDAMN SEX GOD LOOK AT MY EYEBROWS DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THIS SHIT COST AND THAT’S NOT ALL THAT’S BEEN WAXED I KNOW YOU LIKE YOUR CRIMINALS CLEAN SHAVEN SO LET’S FUCKING DO THIS
TURN AROUND AND LOOK AT ME ASSHOLE JESUS CHRIST THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU
oh my fucking god you’re still into Doctor Wankshit.
well then you can’t be allowed to continue because it’s Mr. Sex or no one i mean i fucking strapped bombs to people for your virgin ass what else does a boy have to do to get some fucking attention besides dress like your fucking DAD i mean do i need to go shopping for flannel or something?
omg lol flannel. as if.
I’ll always reblog this. I can’t stop laughing