The Blackhawks really didn’t give me a whole lot to write about last night. They were thoroughly outplayed, and the problems on the power play have only deepened. It’s not too late to turn it around, but they simply have no shot in this series playing like that. No, today, it’s all about me. I’ve mentioned other places (and I think here) that I finally got around to editing the book I wrote for last year’s NaNoWriMo. Well, now it’s done and available for your entertainment. You can buy it on Amazon or CreateSpace. I would prefer CreateSpace purchases, as I get more royalties, but I’m happy either way. You might notice that the Amazon link is the Kindle version of the book. The print version will be making it’s way to Amazon in the next day or two, and I’m sure I’ll be posting when that happens, too. My feelings on even having a Kindle version, though, are a bit complicated. Those that know me know I’m not the biggest fan of ebooks. Kristine is even more against them than I am. I just don’t feel you get nearly the same experience reading on a tablet as you do with a physical book, no matter how much Kindle and Nook try to convince me otherwise on TV. I’ve held ereaders in my hand before. I’ve read a bit on them. It is not the same. It is not half as satisfying. It also feels orders of magnitude less permanent. Things on the web are largely ephemeral. Yes, many things can be found years and years down the road once they’re posted on the internet. But you will only find them if you’re looking and you remember what you were looking for. With most things, I’m sure you stumble on them once, and you might get a kick out of it, but then you move on. If you can’t remember exactly where it was or who wrote/created whatever it may be, it can really be a bear searching for a lot of things. I know that doesn’t exactly apply to ebooks, but it feels similar enough that I can’t get behind them. A physical book, on the other hand, lends an air of permanence and legitimacy. You can feel the weight in your hands. You can feel the grain of the pages (and maybe smell them, too, if it’s an old enough book). You can easily imagine the readers before you or after you taking in the same story, the same pages you are pouring through. Electrons don’t give you quite the same feeling. I debated back when I wrote Earthbound if I should even make an ebook available. It seemed more than a little hypocritical to offer one, given my public stance. In the end, though, I decided even if the form wasn’t something I was necessarily interested in, there are clearly those out there who love their ereaders.* And, in the end, if somebody is reading what I wrote, I should be grateful no matter how they choose to do it. *Those people are called “wrong,” but whatever. I suppose you might call it greed, but seeing how I’ve yet to see a penny from book sales, that doesn’t quite seem appropriate. No, I think it is far more an access thing. It might not be my thing, but in the end, I guess it’s not a bad thing however you get to it. Just know you’ll have to pry my precious (real) books from my cold dead hands. Comments are closed.
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