Because of a defunct email address, I can not update my amazon affiliate account information. Technically I am still an affiliate where Amazon pretends to pay me but doesn't. It is insane. But I do earn money when you buy my eBooks where I was able to update the info.
The company said the number of daily users rose 11% to 134 million for the first quarter of 2019, thanks to both “organic growth as well as ongoing product improvements and marketing.” Compare that to the 1.5 billion daily users that Facebook has. But if you compare twitter numbers to Amazon or Walmart the twitter numbers are good and their ability to monetize those numbers are good.
Twitter is planning on replacing monthly user numbers with daily user numbers which is the number of users who actually view advertisements on twitter each day.
Does this 11% increase in users indicate that the twitter purge of users is coming to an end? My account indicates that the purge is still ongoing but it may be slowing. I am not sure.
The company posted profit of $190.8 million, or 25 cents per share, for the first quarter. After adjusting for one-time gains and costs, earnings came to 9 cents per share, short of Wall Street expectations. Analysts surveyed by Zacks Investment Research forecast earnings of 15 cents per share.
Revenue came in at $786.9 million in the period, slightly beating analyst forecasts of $774.9 million.
The twitter story and the story of other internet companies is basically the story of people who can longer get organic traffic to their websites, to their apps, to their eBooks, to the products they are trying to sell. They have to advertise to be seen online. That helps companies that are good at running ads.
Even twitter hints that part of their growth came from more effective marketing and was not strictly organic. For people like me the need to run ads is the primary internet story right, and to be honest, I don’t like. 🙂 I stopped running ads in 2008 and I really do not want to start back doing it because I am so out of practice but I know what I need to do. I just do not want to do it.
Notes:
Twitter was created in March 2006 by Jack Dorsey, Noah Glass, Biz Stone, and Evan Williams and launched in July of that year. The service rapidly gained worldwide popularity. In 2012, more than 100 million users posted 340 million tweets a day, and the service handled an average of 1.6 billion search queries per day. In 2013, it was one of the ten most-visited websites and has been described as “the SMS of the Internet”. As of 2018, Twitter had more than 321 million monthly active users.
Twitter ranks around 10 or 11 in traffic compared to other websites. It has held that position for a couple of years or more. It should be noted that yahoo still gets more traffic than twitter. One of the twitter’s metrics is that people spend only around 6 minutes per day on twitter. I would think the average twitter user spends more time on twitter than that but I don’t know.
Six hundred feet below Sounder’s bluff the sun worshipers lay listening to the ocean, listening to the breeze blowing-cooling their blistering bodies–and listening to their friends cavorting in the surf and frolicking on the beach. But they couldn’t hear the loud screams coming from the beautiful church on the bluff, for the lamentations were forty years in the past.
White sand glittered in Daniel’s jet black hair as he lay close to where he had fallen. Sixteen year old Daniel Hudson lay wasted on the seashore from the party on the beach the night before. His state was due to a bottle of liquor, the bottle Kay Benton hit him over the head with when he tried to seduce her. A simple no and slap across the face would have been enough for him to have left her alone. But Kay had taken great pleasure in breaking the bottle over Daniel’s head. She hadn’t taken his tempts of seduction seriously. She thought he was making fun of her, and she had had enough. She was tired of people taunting her.
As Daniel’s heels sank into the ocean’s sand and the tide sucked at his feet, a child’s baseball popped against Daniel’s chest and rolled between his legs. But Daniel felt nothing. He remained oblivious to all except that which flashed through his mind. Unconscious, thoughts of his grandmother raced through his dreams. Daniel could hardly believe she was missing. He could still picture her plainly in front of the fireplace and rocking in her rocking chair. She use to stare for hours at images of the red, yellow, and blue flames flickering shadows on the pale white walls of the room. Her spectacles would slip to the end of her tiny nose and her red rosy flowered bonnet would fall over her eyes just as she would start to doze off. The sounds of her swearing and damning the wire frame glasses and colorful bonnet could be no better than a memory, if Daniel’s worst fear proved true.
As a little boy raced to retrieve his baseball, Daniel heard nothing. He felt nothing as the boy accidentally kicked sand in his face.
The boy stared at Daniel as he reached down to pick up his baseball. “Sorry mister,” the boy said, “the ball kind of got away from me. It must have hurt like hell when it hit you. That Tommy throws a mean ball. But that’s all that is mean or tough about Tommy. That chicken shit took off running like a bat out of hell after he hit you. Tell you the truth, I was kind of reluctant to come over here myself. I didn’t know how mad you were going to be. But I figured what the hell, this baseball cost me some money.”
The boy scrutinized Daniel who had not heard a word. The boy scratched his head. “Say mister, you trying to play dead, to frighten me, to get even. Honest. We didn’t mean to hit you. Honest to God, it was an accident.” The boy sat down next to Daniel. The boy asked, “You okay mister?” Nervously the boy took hold of Daniel’s wrist and said, “God, please have a pulse.” The boy sighed in relief, “Shoo!” The boy stood up and looked over at his sister. Then he looked back down at Daniel. The boy thought a moment and said, “You’re alive, but I’m afraid you might be badly hurt. I better go tell my sister about you.”
The boy ran over to his sister. “Sis, there is a man over there and I can’t wake him.”
His sister ignored him. The boy pulled at the top of her swimsuit to get her attention. When the top of her suit came off, he not only got her attention but everyone else’s as well. Wolf whistles seemed to come from everywhere as she turned a bright red.
Quickly, she grabbed the top of her swimsuit from her brother and put it back on. Then she started screaming at her poor, befuddled brother. “Timmy! Timmy! How could you? How could you, my own brother, take part in this conspiracy against me? Who put you up to this?”
The boy pointed toward Daniel and said, “I was just trying to tell you that he. . . .”
Before Timmy could finish telling his sister about the man being unconscious, she stormed over toward Daniel without listening to what her brother was saying. As she neared Daniel and saw who it was, she screamed, “I should have known it was you. Your making a lewd pass at me during the party last night was not bad enough; you had to bribe my brother to let the entire world see how small my boobs are.”
Kay stared at Daniel as she waited for some response. She then kicked him. “Hey, don’t play dead with me. If you play dead with me, I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
“Kay!” Timmy yelled, “He had nothing to do with me pulling off your top. That was an accident. I was trying to get your attention to tell you about finding this man here. He’s out cold. I’m afraid he’s seriously hurt. Don’t you think we ought to call him a doctor or something?”
Kay looked at Daniel’s head. At first, because of the sand, she didn’t see the blood. Then she saw that he was bleeding. “Shit! He’s bleeding from where I cracked that bottle over his head.”
In disbelief Timmy looked at his sister. He asked, “You did this to him?”
In an angry tone Kay whispered, “He made a pass at me.”
Timmy chided his sister, “You should have been grateful that he was attracted to you. Have you looked in the mirror lately? I mean, with your freakish calico hair all greased back real ugly like, and you having a figure that’d only be dreamed about by a man having his worst nightmare, if you think you’re going to have guys knocking your door down for dates, you’re as crazy as you are ugly.”
Kay looked at Timmy. “Just because I’m ugly is no reason for me to be easy.”
Timmy looked down at Daniel and then looked at Kay. “Well, no one can accuse you of being easy.” Then he asked, “Are you going to call a doctor, or are you planning on leaving him here to die?”
Kay said, “Yeah, I’ll call a doctor to send the medics, but it is more than he deserves.”
Kay and Timmy walked over to her beach blanket. When Kay reached beneath her brother’s shirt for her purse to get a quarter for the pay phone, she discovered her purse was gone. Kay stomped her foot. “I don’t believe this. Someone has stolen my purse.”
Timmy asked, “What time is it? Maybe mom’s home and I can run get her to call a doctor while you stay here with the stupid, lovesick fool.”
Kay gave Timmy a dirty look. “Don’t you dare. Are you forgetting. . . .” Before Kay finished what she had been about to say, she noticed a two year old child holding her purse. Shaking her fist she marched over to the child. “You little brat.”
Timmy glanced at his sister trying to catch the toddler who was doing a pretty good job dodging between and around her legs. Timmy rolled his eyes. “God.” Then Timmy looked back at Daniel. “My sister.”
One of Timmy’s friends, Billy walked up. Laughing, he pointed at Daniel. “Say, what was Tommy trying to do? Get rid of his brother’s competition?”
Timmy didn’t understand. “What? Why do you say that?”
“Tommy’s brother, Mark, has got a serious crush on Mary. But Mary still has a thing for Daniel. Tommy really landed Daniel with that baseball, didn’t he?”
Timmy looked at Billy. “Tommy hit him with the baseball, but that’s not the reason he is unconscious. Last night at the beach party, my sister hit him with a bottle.”
“My brother thinks Daniel is pretty neat, real cool. Says he is extra smart, but doesn’t parade it. Makes people feel at ease with him, even though he is still kind of a stranger around here.”
“So your brother is his friend?”
“They’ve hung out some.”
“I hope my sister didn’t hurt him too badly.”
“He’s tough. I’m sure he’ll be okay.”
“He needs a doctor.”
“Look. I think I saw him move.”
“I wish he would wake up.”
Billy glanced at his watch. “Oh shit. I was supposed to be home by 11:30. See you.” Billy quickly took off running down the beach.
Timmy watched Billy for a second and then looked back at Daniel. Though Daniel was still unconscious, Timmy heard Daniel whispering, “I’m never going to find my grandmother. There are so few clues. Just the letters from Timothy Benton and the photograph of the tombstone.”
“Letters from Timothy Benton?”
“And the inscription on Sheriff Benton’s tombstone. The poem. Why did grandmother have a photograph of the tombstone and a copy of the inscription?”
Timmy knew the inscription. Knowing how angry he had seen his mother get at the very mention of the poem, solemnly, Timmy recited:
THE ENLIGHTENED
Written in the Halls of Bounty
Near the straits of Portabay County
Closer the garden named of Tulips in bloom
Where the hearts of two souls portend of doom
High on the mountain, mention on the bluff
Over the beach, where some play it rough
There was a flame, it was over by the sea
It was over and again, till it enlightened thee
Timmy heard Daniel. “My grandmother is not who I thought she was. My grandmother is not Emily Urbane. Emily Urbane died three years after she graduated from West Chester. So who is my grandmother? Where is my grandmother? Is it possible the Benton family knows?”
“My family?”
Dreaming, Daniel remembered standing by the raven iron portal of the cemetery in Portabay and watching two girls placing flowers on the grave he had been about to investigate. One of the girls was Kay Benton. The grave was the grave of her great-uncle, Sheriff Benton. Timothy Benton was her grandfather. Daniel thought he should try to get close to Kay and find out what he could about her great-uncle and how the grave might relate to his grandmother’s disappearance. But it was the other girl he really wanted to get to know. Her name was Mary Crow and Daniel thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He thought that if he didn’t get to meet her, he’d die right there and then.
Although Daniel knew it was Kay he should have made a special effort to get to know, he couldn’t resist Mary. In no time, Daniel Hudson and Mary Crow became an item. Mary’s friends started making fun of Daniel and calling him Crow-legs because there was no place Mary went that Daniel didn’t chase after her. But Daniel soon realized the time he was spending with Mary was getting in the way of his search for his grandmother. He also realized that because Kay intensely disliked Mary–probably because she was jealous of her–it made it difficult for him to get close enough to the Benton family to find out if they knew anything about his grandmother’s disappearance. Still, when he looked at Mary, he simply couldn’t force himself to break up with her. That is until he received a threatening note demanding he either break up with Mary, or her life would be placed in grave danger. After he received the note he felt he had no recourse except to tell Mary good-bye, and then try his best to stay away from her. As he tried to avoid Mary, he tried harder to get to know Kay. But she was not an easy person to get to know.
Timmy stared at Daniel who began to wake. It was a little after noon when Daniel woke with the hot sun burning down on him and something in his eyes. His bright blue eyes saw red, like a brilliant flame, as he lay looking across the narrow inlet toward the church high on the bluff up above him. The church looked celestial against the aqua sky and blazing sun.
Daniel struggled to stand up. His head ached. He felt something cool running down the side of his face. He ran his hand over the area above his right temple and forehead. He looked at his hand and saw blood. “I’m bleeding?”
Daniel staggered and stumbled in the sand. Disconcerted, he made his way into the woods through a thicket of underbrush. Just beyond the clump of bushes and first few trees he passed, he sat down on a stump. Through some overgrowth he stared back toward the beach. There, he saw Kay fighting with the two year old. As he watched her taking her purse away from the child and pushing the kid to the ground, he remembered how she had hit him over the head with a liquor bottle.
Daniel watched Kay walk away from the two year old, leaving the toddler laying on the ground kicking and screaming. Daniel wondered, “What kind of person is she? What kind of people are the Bentons?”
Kay looked around where Daniel had been laying and saw that he was gone. “That son of a bitch! Damn! He was playing a cruel joke on me after all. I bet that blood was actually ketchup.”
Then Kay looked around for her brother to ask him if he was in on the joke. But Timmy was no where to be found. Kay thought, “Oh hell, if he wasn’t in on the joke I bet he’s run home to get mother to call a doctor.” Kay shook her head. “Damn. I wasn’t supposed to take Timmy to the beach today. I bet Timmy forgot. Mother left strict orders that I was to take him to the library. Oh shit. And when Timmy tells mother what I did to Daniel on the beach last night at the party, oh brother. She’s never going to believe that he made a pass at me and that’s the reason I hit him over the head. Damn. I’m going to be grounded for life.”
Kay thought, “I better find some place to hide in case Timmy comes back to the beach with mother. I’ll go hide. That’s what I’ll do. If I’m no where around, then she’ll just think Timmy was pulling one of his numbers on her. Later, I’ll tell her that I was out back of the house hanging laundry on the clothesline when Timmy sneaked off. I’ll tell her that I’ve been looking everywhere for him. Shit! But how will I explain this swimsuit if I can’t find a way to change clothes in time? Damn! And she’s bound to hear on the grapevine how Timmy accidentally pulled off the top of my swimsuit. Shoot, I might as well face it. I have no choice except to tell her the truth and hope she understands.”
Kay walked back over to her beach blanket and plopped herself down, while Daniel stood up from the stump and walked along a path farther into the woods. He didn’t notice that Timmy had followed him into the woods and continued trailing him to make sure he was all right. Timmy started to let Daniel know he was tagging after him out of concern, but since Timmy was Kay’s brother he wasn’t sure how Daniel would react. So Timmy secretly followed Daniel in silence.
Georgia Engel was born on July 28, 1948 in Washington, District of Columbia, USA as Georgia Bright Engel. She was an actress, known for Everybody Loves Raymond (1996), The Mary Tyler Moore Show (1970) and Open Season (2006). She died on April 12, 2019 in Princeton, New Jersey, USA at the age of 70.
Victor turned to Jack and they continued walking to the edge of the lake. They then stepped knee deep into the cold, clear water. Victor sprawled down like a dead man floating to bathe the sand from his youthful body. Then he quickly sprang back into a standing position. Victor said, “This dihydrogen oxide is freezing.” Victor folded his arms and shivered.
Jack said, “Yeah. You did good in chemistry. Look. Victor. I know we are the kind of friends who can go bowling and barely say three words to each other. I like that we don’t have to entertain one another with brilliant conversation. I like that. But man, you should have told me about Jossette. Mom and I were visiting with Bert’s mom at the hospital when Bert and I started talking. He told me.”
Victor said, “My father knows. The rest of my family does not know.”
Jack said, “And that is when you took the overdose of pills two years ago.”
Victor said, “That was an accident.”
Jack said, “After I talked to Bert, I talked to Sam. You had a nervous breakdown when Jossette died and I didn’t even know it. What kind of friend am I?”
“You are a good friend.” Victor began to tear up. “I loved Jossette. I still love her, and talking about her is difficult.”
Neither Jack nor Victor had noticed when Jerry walked into the water next to them. He had joined them to give Victor the comb that Victor had lost. It had fallen from Victor’s swimsuit pocket when he had tripped.
Jerry cleared his throat to let them know that he was standing with them. They looked at him and he handed Victor the lime green comb. Victor took the comb and rubbed it between his fingers as he placed it into his back pocket.
Jerry said, “I know it is none of my business but I am going to ask anyway. Am I understanding what the two of you are talking about correctly?”
Victor pictured Jossette as he had held her close. He remembered all the equipment in the hospital room. He wished for the feel of her in his arms again.
Victor grabbed his head. He said, “Man. I can’t talk about it. Please don’t have me break down crying here in public.”
Jerry saw the tears streaming down Victor’s face. He looked at Jack.
For a moment Victor relived being in the hospital room. He saw Jossette laying in that awful bed surrounded by equipment and with the oxygen hose in Jossette’s nose. He thought how she had begun to cough and struggled to breathe. Still, she had kissed him and it was a kiss he would always remember with love. He touched his finger to his lips.
Jack said, “I am sorry.”
Jack saw that Victor was starting to tremble.
Victor remembered Jossette’s words. “I love you so much. Why did I ever believe that you had stopped loving me? I am so sorry.”
Victor said, “I don’t want to think. I’ve got to swim. I’ve got to get out of here.”
Victor remembered Jossette’s last breath. He remembered their last kiss. He remembered the look of death in her eyes.
Victor shrieked and moaned in tears as he dove into the water and started swimming. At times he swam above the water. At times he splashed the water hard with his feet as he dived into the depths of the lake. Jack and Jerry could see that Victor was swimming farther away from the shoreline and toward the more deadly clutches of the lake’s deep center.
Jerry said, “This is not good. He is upset and he is swimming toward the middle of the lake. Is he planning on drowning himself?”
Jack screamed, “Oh shit. Go get Victor’s father to get his boat. I am going to swim after Victor. Try not to alarm anyone else. This does not need to be on the 6 o’clock news.”
Rachel asked Rita, “What is wrong honey? You look so sad.”
“I am confused.”
“About what?”
“My relationship with Mark.” (Mark is Steed’s first name. Steed is his middle name.)
Rita had a devilish look on her face. “I think Victor and Jossette are going to have sex but I am not sure Mark even desires me in that way.”
Rachel said, “You are all too young to even be thinking about sex. Mark is a good boy and should not have those kind of thoughts. I may need to have a talk with Jossette.”
Rita looked up at the white fluffy clouds blowing in the otherwise blue sky. She thought about the lie she was about to tell. “I walked in on Mark looking at porn. He must have those kind of thoughts.”
Rachel didn’t say anything.
Rita had been using Mark’s computer to look at gay porn. She made sure that gay porn was in Mark’s browser history.
Rita stood up and stretched about. She walked to the pool and stuck her foot in the water. “It is a little cool.” Rita walked back to the table. “I don’t like my swimsuit. Do you?”
Rachel said, “I think it is lovely. Rosanne did a fine job sewing it.”
Rita said, “Brown is not my color. I’d rather the swimsuit had been bright; maybe pink.”
“Pink is a pretty color. I saw some fabric the other day that had pink as a back color and then with colorful flowers in the foreground. It was odd but it might make a pretty swimsuit. I will suggest it to your mom the next time we are at the fabric store.”
“That would be wonderful. And perhaps buy a bikini pattern. “I would like for Mark to look at me the way he looks at Victor.”
Rachel wrinkled her nose and squinted her eyes in a puzzled look. “Girl, you say weird things. Mark looks at you plenty.” Rachel lied. “You are a very pretty girl.”
“Sometimes I wish I was a boy.”
“Dear, why is that?”
“They don’t have to worry about what their swimsuits look like. Hell, sometimes Victor and Steed swim naked without even a swimsuit on.”
Rachel took a deep breath. She rolled her eyes. She stood up.
Rita asked, “Are you fixing to jump into the pool? I will race you. I enjoy when we race even though you always win.”
“Dear. Not this morning. I am going inside to work on some things. You have fun.”
Rita smiled. “I always do.”
Mark came out of the house. He looked at his mom as she was going inside. “I came down to swim with you and Rita. Where are you going?”
“I have some work I need to do. My computer is acting up. Do you mind if I use your computer?”
“Help yourself. My password is greengrass899z.”
Rachel thought to herself, “That was too easy. He is not worried what I might see on his computer.” Rachel went on inside.
Mark followed his mom into his bedroom. Rita quietly followed. Mark’s mom sat down at the computer. She typed in the password. She pulled up the browser and its history. She showed Mark the browser history. “You have been looking at all this gay porn.”
“No. I have not. I have no idea where that browser history came from. Rita uses my computer. Maybe she has been looking at gay porn.”
Rita screamed, “You queer. I have not.”
Mark said, “Hey girl, I don’t know what your problem is but we are finished. I want your mom fired. I want the three of you out of here.” Mark hated what he had said the moment the words came out of his mouth. He didn’t really want Rita’s mom Rosanne or her sister Tabitha hurt. But he was angry. He was furious.
Rachel said, “You don’t control the hiring and firing around here.”
“No, but dad does and I am going to tell him about this shit. Victor had already clued me in that Rita has changed. He had told me that she had gone from that sweet shy girl I began dating to a crazy bitch. I didn’t believe him. But she had to have done this.”
Rachel pulled up a picture of Mark and Victor naked at the pool. Rachel asked, “And what about this? Do you deny this is you and Victor?”
“Sometimes we swim naked at night. It is not weird. My God, men swim naked in the US Senate Pool and no one thinks anything about it.”
Rachel screamed, “Is that what Victor told you when he was seducing you?”
“No one seduced anyone. We skinny dip. The school makes me shower naked with other guys after gym. It is not a gay thing.”
Rachel said, “It sounds gay to me. Do the coaches also make you play leapfrog naked.”
Puzzled, Mark asked, “What?”
Rachel pulled up another picture. “You and Victor played leapfrog on the diving board.”
Mark said, “Okay. We had hit your bar and were a little drunk but it is not as weird as that picture looks.” Mark looked at Rita. “You were spying on me and Victor. You took these pictures and put them on my computer and then had my mom to find them.”
“I have no idea how the pictures ended up there. Maybe Jossette took the pictures.”
Mark screamed, “I want Rosanne fired. I want Rita and Tabitha the hell out of this house.”
Rita said, “I think we should end this summer vacation and move back to your Atlanta Apartment. That way you can keep Victor and Mark apart.”
Update: Some people were confused when I say that the keywords on the page source show differently, depending on how you reach the page. If you reach the page through the amazon search, the only keywords that will show on the page are the keywords that you entered in your search. Those are the only keywords that will show in that case. However, if you you go to the page from a general click from your website, you should see the keywords that might bring a person to your book if they use the search function on amazon.
Someone suggested that amazon might not fully show the keywords (though not suppressed within amazon search) for indie writers because they don’t want google to provide search to indie books but allow search from google to publishing house books because publishing houses might pitch a fit if they discovered their books were being suppressed from google. In other words, maybe I am wrong and that is quite possible. I looked over many indie books and saw their books also did not show keywords similar to the way a book from a publisher shows keywords.
Note that google does NOT necessarily care about keywords in the meta tag but searches the page for relevant words and how people link to the books also provides keywords to google. Putting words on the page, including the title is important and I have not been doing that. Amazon’s suppression of keywords from the pages created on the fly from their database may not mean a whole lot as far as google is concerned.
I think the suppression of keywords in the meta tag does point to the eBook is being suppressed within amazon’s system and is not about google or bing or other outside search. But I could be wrong. I often am. And the truth is that I am frustrated that I can’t generate sales.
Many people say it is very difficult to generate any sales without advertising on amazon and that pushing advertisements is really what the keyword suppression is about. Advertising on amazon is proving to be a mine field for many writers, but I am not going to go into that. I will just say that you should use extreme caution if you decide to advertise on amazon and to watch your ad budget very carefully.
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This is what keywords look like on a regular book that I have listed in the store here on sayata.net. This is not my book. It is written by someone else. I clicked the book from here. Note that how keywords show up on amazon to some degree depends on how you reach the page.
These are words that I entered in the seven boxes.
“racy, small town, contemporary, scary, organized crime, love, friendship”
My words were not that great but damn. Unless someone is actually searching for my book, there is no way that anyone is going to find it. In a different test a few weeks ago I searched for my books with “Charles Peters” which you will see in the keyword list. None of my books showed up when I searched using my name.
So am I going to publish anything again with amazon? If I do, with the next book I may stuff words in the title to risk getting banned, but otherwise what is the fucking point. I will publish on amazon again. I will publish the next Hearthville Serial book on amazon. I will not make it exclusive to amazon. And yeah, I will put keywords in the title but hopefully not be accused of stuffing the title.
I spend money with amazon. I promote amazon. And I am treated like shit by amazon. I am sick of being treated like shit by these internet companies. Hell, if someone from this site were to buy the book, I do not even have confidence that I would get credit for the sale. Do I get credit for affiliate sales where I promote products? I don’t know. I do think sales are correctly reported.
I know my over all internet traffic is bad. I understand that. And I’ve tried to use that reality to explain why I am doing so badly. But I do have some traffic. I have some fans. I just don’t know. I am so angry right now I could chew nails, even with my bad teeth. Maybe I am overreacting. I just don’t know. Maybe I will calm down and think that maybe I stand a chance of ever selling anything with amazon again and keep trying, but I doubt it. I have changed my mind.
Note that I have sold eBooks and had page reads in the past. But not now.
I will NEVER buy ads on amazon. That crazy shit is not happening.
Rant is almost over. But I just wanted people to see this. And don’t tell me the search words show up differently depending on how you reach the page. I know that. But I did test with different books to see what the view source looked like. I have a pretty good idea that when I say I have been being fucked by amazon that I am probably understating the situation because I know the full history.
I do realize that amazon employees have treated other people even worse. A lot worse! That does not comfort me.
What will I do with the Hearthville Serial?
I will NOT publish the rest of it on amazon unless there are sales or page reads on the first two books. It is that simple. There is no point in thinking the situation will change with more books added. Change in thought, I may very well put it on amazon because why in the hell not. I will not make it exclusive to amazon. I will not put it in Kindle Select/ Unlimited. I think if I make any sales there, the sales will be correctly recorded because arbitration will not protect them from fraud charges if they are caught defrauding creators. I realize that borrows and page reads are not correctly recorded but their user agreement pretty much has them covered on that shit. I don’t believe the same is true for sales.
Victor pictured Jossette as he had held her close. He remembered all the equipment in the hospital room. He wished for the feel of her in his arms again.
Victor grabbed his head. He said, “Man. I can’t talk about it. Please don’t have me break down crying here in public.”
Jerry saw the tears streaming down Victor’s face. He looked at Jack.
For a moment Victor relived being in the hospital room. He saw Jossette laying in that awful bed surrounded by equipment and with the oxygen hose in Jossette’s nose. He thought how she had begun to cough and struggled to breathe. Still, she had kissed him and it was a kiss he would always remember with love. He touched his finger to his lips.
Jack said, “I am sorry.”
Jack saw that Victor was starting to tremble.
Victor remembered Jossette’s words. “I love you so much. Why did I ever believe that you had stopped loving me? I am so sorry.”
Victor said, “I don’t want to think. I’ve got to swim. I’ve got to get out of here.”
Victor remembered Jossette’s last breath. He remembered their last kiss. He remembered the look of death in her eyes.
Victor shrieked and moaned in tears as he dove into the water and started swimming. At times he swam above the water. At times he splashed the water hard with his feet as he dived into the depths of the lake. Jack and Jerry could see that Victor was swimming farther away from the shoreline and toward the more deadly clutches of the lake’s deep center.
Jerry said, “This is not good. He is upset and he is swimming toward the middle of the lake. Is he planning on drowning himself?”
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