Back again I see!!!
I don't know what it is about Thursday. I rarely ever notice what day it is until Thursday rolls around.
Anyway, slogging along.
We're almost to the end of this month and year and first half of a decade, if you count from zero up, if you count from one up then next year. Most people count from one as we did at the millennium. I mean last century was the 20th, which means it ended with twenty. The new century started the first day of 2001. So, there. You can argue all you want, but we didn't start counting up in the year zero. You don't call a new born baby zero years old. But since we did start this millennium in the year zero then this is the end of the mid-decade by default.
Not the point.
Not sure there is a point. To anything. At all. Anymore.
We're just here, we pay some bills, we try to survive, maybe we have some kids to repeat the cycle, then we die and become lost to time.
Or we could talk about planners and the two I have for next year that I will never really use and my thoughts on 18 v 12 month formats.
Or we could talk about the weather. It's cold. I'm cold. I don't like being cold. The sun is shining. I want to hibernate. I can't, I have more bills than money and each month seems to be more on the bills side than the money side. Gotta go out and get that dough somehow. I have ugly feet or I'd consider selling pics of them. Alas, can't even do that.
Wonders if a romance between a person who sells foot pics and another person who falls in love with their feet meet in real life and... nah, that's just creepy.
But then half the romances out there are somewhat creepy. I'm no prude. I write some insane shit. But sometimes the most prudish people write the most deranged rapey fetish stuff... have you noticed that?
But that leads to a convo that will devolve into politics and I don't want to go down that path.
Ever.
I'm a damn Anarchist, politically. I live in a society in which I believe we should all work together for the betterment of human, animal, and planet kind. So therefor I side with the left. Because I like to drive on roads without holes in them and bridges that don't fall down, and I did not want to homeschool my children because those fuckers could drive dry paint crazy. (Smart kids can come up with the craziest shit)
I believe in a world that has never existed and never will exist, at least not in my lifetime. I do not believe in religion. Or much of any thing organized. But I am not all hippie-dippie love and whatever that was. I actively hate much of humanity. We live in a world of hate and honestly fuck them assholes who seek to suppress others.
So that's my politics. The shit I don't talk about. And won't talk about on social media. I don't watch the news. I don't want to discuss world events. I loathe people who do. I am very aware of what is going on but I can't stay sane in a world of doom scrolling. And neither can you. It's all propaganda. All of it. And it will destroy you.
So, now that we're done talking about just about everything else...
uh...
Why do you still bother reading my rantings? I mean there's only about ten of you still reading this. So why?
I don't actively publish anymore. I haven't finished writing a damn thing in more than two years. And this is a blog for my pen name. Mercy should be blogging about book stuff. Instead, Marcia blogs about all the shit that filters through my head. And if you read it all you have to wonder how many personalities I have.
Just the one. But it's autistic, ADHD, and super dependent on how much sleep or stress it's under at any given time. Some days are not so very good mental days. Some days are hyperactive mental days. And some days are reflective. When I figure out what today is, I'll let you know.
Okay, just so we keep some sort of writing talk alive, remember, I have 9 or so titles that will leave Kindle Unlimited at the dawn of Christmas Eve. I have no plans to return any books to KU ever again.
I'm still debating removing all books from Amazon completely, but that's still where the bulk of my two hundred bucks a month in royalties comes from. I don't like the creator of that site and yes, he is still the major stockholder if not the CEO. But, it will be actually cutting off my nose to spite my face.
Don't ask me what books are leaving. I don't know right now. Not the Adventure INK series. The Cold and Lace series yes. I can't find the notebook where I have all of that written down. And I don't feel like searching for it now.
And about social media and where I am and where I am not and where I'm considering not being.
I deleted my Twitter and Threads accounts. I'm considering leaving Instagram. I don't like the picture format because I don't take a lot of photos and I don't want to spend my time formating pictures I've lifted from the internet to play on there. And the no active links thing and well, I'm not a social person, if I can't use it to direct people to the places to help me pay my bills then what is the point of being there.
Despite my feelings for the owner of Meta, which isn't good, and getting worse by the day due to his politics, I will not leave FB. I prefer the FB format to all others. Despite the algorithm suppression of links.
I am on BlueSky now. I'm trying. It's very much like old Twitter, and I didn't do well on Twitter. I feels like flinging shit into the breeze to see what sticks. Constantly. I don't like to constantly be active in social media. And I feel like I'm bothering people with spam when I try to promote my books.
Obviously I prefer long form content like this. And if it gets seen, it gets seen, if it doesn't, it's still here, in a logical row to be seen later.
And TikTok. My autistic squirrel bait brain loves TikTok, I could, and have spent hours on there a day. I don't create anything there. I just watch content. And if it does go away next month... I fear the only thing keeping me sane is TikTok and that's about the state of it all right now.
Go to Amazon, search for Mercy Celeste, scroll down, click the KU tab, you'll find everything still in KU, if you missed it, grab it.
Oh, and as a heads up, when those books come out of KU, the prices will go up. Inflation, you know.
Laters.
Mercy
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