I was working on that joke all day, because for me there is no such thing as too soon or too terrible.
But the kindle thing t is really irritating, especially since I was one chapter away from finishing a book that I've been reading all of last month and I desperately want to know what happens. I'm trying to stay on the positive side. There's an irony in trying to write books the kindle without any way to read them, so I'm doing my best to appreciate that. Plus I've been looking for an excuse to re-read the Dark Tower series anyway.
So yeah, eat it kindle gods, if you even exist. You can't defeat me.
It's not as if it'll be dead forever or anything. I'll try to get in touch with amazon customer services to see if there's anything they can do. I might still be covered by the warranty or have some kind of insurance or they may just take pity on me and repair it for free. Huge, profitable, tax dodging giants like to do things for free, right?
It would have to happen on one of my busiest weeks, too. Not sure when I can find time to schedule in an afternoon on hold.
Until then, here's the send off it deserves. Grab a shot and sing along.
In other news, I just set up some bookshelves in my room to try to clear up some of the clutter I've accumulated over the years. I've arranged my books by author, basically I worked out who would get along if they ever met up and put those guys close together. Lawrence Block and Harlen Coben are on the same shelf, as are Stephen King and Elmore Leonard. I put Charles Bukowski as far away from Ernest Hemingway as I could because you don't introduce matches to an oil spill if you can help it.
I put way too much thought into it. I started being a real dick about it as well. I wedged my copy of Mogworld next to the Bukowski section, between The First Law series and all my Ice and Fire books. Because I imagine that'd be a sort of ironic hell for George R.R Martin, Joe Abercrombie and Yahtzee Croshaw and man am I kicking out loads of SEO keywords today.
I do think all those guys are great writers, don't get me wrong. It'd just be really funny to see them altogether in a room with Charles Bukowski.
I'm pretty sure that's why I'm so tired right now and why my words are sort of jumbling together. I don't even make much sense to myself so I have no idea how you are supposed to understand this shit.
I'm gonna open up my word document and see how much proper writing I can get done before I go to bed. The work doesn't stop, y'know. I wouldn't have it any other way.
I'll only count this entry as half a blog, because of how slapdash it is. One more full entry to go and this blog will officially be the longest I've ever kept.