Michelle Knight. Writer, photographer, programmer, truck driver and general, all round nut case. Life is a journey and that's what this blog will probably end up being. Let's see where we go, eh? ;-)
It took a friend, a sit-down and a few beers. The nub of it is that I'm still not a good enough writer to do them justice. I'd just be making different mistakes. I'm among the first people to admit that I've got a way to go, before I become a decent author.
I'm not happy with the decision... but I think it's the right one.
Here's the article on Motherboard - https://motherboard.vice.com/en_us/article/bjpjn4/amazon-erotica-best-seller-rankings-removed
In the last few days, word has spread among independent erotica authors on social media that Amazon was quietly changing its policies for erotic novels. Five authors I spoke to, and several more on social media, have reported that their books were stripped of their best seller rankings—essentially hiding them from casual browsing on the site, and separating them from more mainstream, safe-for-work titles.
There seems to be little rhyme or reason to what gets deranked and what doesn’t. Ann Mayburn, an erotica author, told me in Facebook direct messages that her science fiction romance featuring “vibrating alien penises and ejaculation that's purple and tastes like candied violets” still has its ranking, but another novel, a BDSM romance, has been labeled as erotica and “sent to the no-rank dungeon.”
The question now is what are readers... customers... who enjoy these kinds of novels, going to do about this?
I'm facing an epic decision over the next few days. Whether to re-write The Companion and The Reluctant Leader.
Later this week, I'll be with a friend as we go over the car for its pre-MOT check. After the work is done, we traditionally sit back with a bottle or two of beer, and chew the cud. The re-write is front and centre of discussion.
She's read shed loads of books in her many decades of life, and reckons that I should just leave them as is. Personally, I know that I made the mistake of writing my legacy work while I was still in "film script" mode, which is where the written word leaves key things in the hands of the actors and director. Cinematography has different ways of approaching things and has its own way of making an impact. So those first two books are wanting.
But they are my legacy work (as far as I'm concerned) and I want them to be the best they can be. However, I'm also aware that a book can never be perfect; you have to let it go at some point and let people make of it, what they will. I already have enough feedback on Companion to know where its shortcomings are.
Bring on the discussion.... and the beer, of course.
“I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.”
In a world of next-day delivery, something inside me believes that this is the Dalai Lama teaching me a lesson in patience, even before the book has arrived :-)
This, is an Aiwa HS PX-303. Actually, it's an HS PX-30. I thought I'd better own up before some eagle eyed person calls me on it. The difference? This one's from Japan. At the moment, it won't run. Why? I've removed all the major capacitors and the new ones I need won't even be manufactured until June. That's how difficult it is to get the parts for these suckers.
One of the reasons I've been quiet around here for a while is... oh.. hang on. Let's start at the beginning.
When I was young, I was a student. Being away from home, I was facing the most difficult decision of my life... the decision to change sex. I was lucky in that I was in Sheffield, and also in Mensa. I had access to a number of people who pulled no punches. If I decided to go ahead, it would likely mean the loss of my family, my friends, starting life all over again, but this time, alone. You can see how this would lead to a lot of sleepless nights.
This unit kept me company as I walked the streets of Sheffield at night, playing music in my ears as I turned everything over in my mind, putting one foot in front of the other in the darkness.
The other thing that kept me diverted was Terry Pratchett's Discworld series. Still only about a quarter written by that time, I would see lonely Christmases through with a pile of books and a smaller pile of chocolate.
Well, firstly, the unit pictured above isn't the one that spent so close a time on my hip. No. That unit was stolen before I left Sheffield in the mid 90's and I never had the money to get another one. The thing that had been closest to me in my darkest hours... well, I don't need to tell you guys how I felt.
That was, until recently. I've been looking for a replacement for many years, but these days they are as rare as hens teeth. In December I joined a forum, by chance. In short order a kind soul in France sent me two units on the proviso that if I manage to fix them both, that I return one to him. Also, another one was sold to me from Japan, from someone in America, but was posted from Israel. Now it's in the UK. Yes, that's how convoluted this got, in very short order.
As it happens, the forum had gone through a bit of a rough patch, and there was more than ten years of precious posts, locked in a database. Well, I offered my services, free gratis, as you do. Took a while, but I created an engine to traverse the old database and bring back the knowledge that had been built there over all that time. Also, to give access to the pictures and documents that had been recorded as database gibberish.
Out of nowhere, as means of thanks, the owner of the forum (who lives in Spain) has offered for one of these units to go to Slovakia to be repaired. Talk about as ye sow, so shall ye reap.
All this is without addressing the issue of the battery, of course. The lead acids are long dead, but someone in China is installing new technology in the old housings. I have one here and need to track more. I'm talking to someone in Hong Kong who does miracles with old games consoles, who is acting as in-between, because I don't speak Mandarin... but that's a whole different story.
So... I'm hoping that by the summer of 2018 comes, that I'll be able to walk through the sunny countryside, listening to Tony Robbinson narrating Discworld on cassette. If I'm really lucky, my friend, who has been listening to audio books for years in the car, will have a copy of Colour of Magic narrated by Nigel Planer. Now that would be a treat...
So now you know one of the reasons why I've been quiet for so long. If you happen to see a picture of me, one day, out in the sunshine, holding one of these decks in one hand, and a cassette of Discworld in the other... then you'll know that a long and painful ghost, has been put to rest.
(and this is the short version, by the way!)
Incidentally, April will likely see the re-write of Companion and Leader, as I've taken two weeks off to supervise the bathroom being ripped out and rebuilt... but that... as they say... is a whole 'nother story.
From years of searching, to three, all in a matter of weeks...
In the UK, a convicted fraudster is out and striking again, this time targeting voice actors for audio book narration. - http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-nottinghamshire-43230847
A good bookish link that made me laugh this morning - https://www.boredpanda.com/funny-librarians-jokes/
So what's happening here? Well, I'm waiting for the point where I have to take two weeks off, in order to re-write Companion and Leader.
Those two weeks depend on the schedule of the person who is coming to replace the bathroom... including some sections of the walls.
Yes... I've been busy... but not how you think !!!
Anyway, I needed a laugh this morning.
Yes, apparently in a Scottish town, you can take a holiday to take over the reins of a book shop.
Everything has been on freeze here. Most of the writing goals I had for the end of the year have gone to pot. Many people are having troubles at this time of year, and I'm no exception.
When on solid ground, you can fly so high that you can travel all of time and space. When that ground underneath your feel feels like sand, then it can be difficult to get the day to day done, because you're always watching to see if you're about to sink.
That's pretty much what's happened here. Also, I don't know when that sand is going to solidify to cement again. Or if I'm going to sink.
I only have statutory holidays this year, so I'm not sure whether I'm going to be able to finish and review the VonTeese book. I certainly won't be writing anything.
Maybe in another few months, I'll be able to fly once more. There's plenty to write about.
Best wishes to all. Hopefully, I'll have something of more substance to contribute soon.
One thing that has united readers throughout the ages, is the fight against censorship of works. It won't surprise you to learn that this is still happening, but this time, at a level where you're very unlikely to hear about it.
To cut a long story short, the conversation between the platform (no prizes for guessing which one) and the publisher goes something like this.
PLATFORM - Some of your books have misleading meta data, so you've got 48 hours to clear this up, or we're suspending your account.
PUBLISHER - Which ones?
PLATFORM - We're not going to tell you.
For your own sake as a reader, take the time to get connected with a number of different platforms. Also, get connected with some of the indie review sites that are out there. Because I'm an author, I'm not going to tell you any specific sites, for obvious reasons... but I will tell you that if you don't widen your source of reading material, then you're walking blindly into an age of censorship by the corporates.
"We need more research to better understand the differences between TV and reading. But for now, it might be worth asking ourselves: What am I watching tonight. And will I be a better person for it?"
The conclusion from an April "Big Think" article here which I thought I'd share - http://bigthink.com/ana-sandoiu/you-are-what-you-watch-how-tv-influences-moral-behavior - Personally, as we've got so little time on this planet, I think it's worthwhile considering from every angle. Not only for readers either, but also for authors. What am I writing, why am I writing it, and what will it contribute to society?
I had a shock a few years ago when a child bought a copy of, "Check Mate," at an event I attended, and after the event I was concerned about the amount of profanity in it. That led to a change within me and for those interested, I pondered on it here - http://msknight.booklikes.com/post/1280692/the-first-convention
This is a delicate subject. A very awkward subject. It keeps raising its head in our modern times of international communication, and this morning I read it again. "Should a white man tell a black trans woman's story?" in the BBC News pages.
This time at issue, it is David France telling the story of Marsha P Johnson. A separate film was being undertaken by Reina Gossett, and there are accusations being made in various fields.
You can align, or even misalign me, with Johnson's story. I'm transsexual but I'm white. I'm also living in the UK as opposed to the US. In the year that the Stonewall riots happened, I was breathing my first lung full of air on this planet.
I consider a story to be an interpretation. You peer through the magic looking glass into another world and absorb the lessons it has to teach and the experience it has to offer. You allow it to nestle in your heart and become a small piece of your own life. Yes... that magic looking glass can be tainted, but there is an argument that it NEEDS to be tainted. The question is... how much, in what direction, and by whom?
Part of the problem here, is that the focus is on one individual when, in film, there are many people involved in the team that brings a story to the screen. Not so in the majority of books, so I'm going to continue this with the view that one person is the looking glass.
To deliberately go to the extremes in order to illustrate the point, part of the problem we have faced today is a failure of understanding. Two sides talking, but neither listening... and each side unable to put their position forward in a way that the other will understand. An interpreter needs to know more than language. The interpreter needs to know the cultures in order to correctly bridge the gap of understanding. Translation needs so much more than a simple understanding of diction. That is why many automatic translation systems are so bad.
The storyteller needs to not only understand the story, but also needs to understand the audience. In some cases, that magic looking glass will need to be created multiple times, with different tints. Each one tuned for the people who are going to be looking through it.
At the end of the day, if two films are created, Gossett can watch France's film, and France can watch Gossett's, and each come away with different impressions. That is why the world of art is so crazy. Different people like different things.
To my mind, the best person to tell a story is the person who is best at crafting that tint. The person who best understands both the story and the audience.
I have not written a word in anger in many a month. I know why. It is because I am unsettled.
There are no great fights. Some uncertainty, but I'm confident that my job is not one of those at risk. However, change is undulating beneath me and I am conscious of it lapping at my ankles.
The home office is in disarray. There are electronics projects to be completed, so that I can clear the floor and organise the work benches. It is not possible to shut myself away in another room and continue to work from there, because my heart knows that these things have to be brought to completion, before I can be at peace within my own soul... to write.
It is not for a lack of work, or writers block. I know what is to be done, and I know what form the words will take. But words need both mind and heart to be in unison, to craft something that has a meaningful connection with my soul.
I know that sounds poetically insane, but it is true for me. Every writer probably has their own needs, rituals, muses, influences and more. These, simply, are mine.
I hardly use a pen any more, but recently I bought writing pencils and replaced the cartridge in my fountain pen. More ink will evaporate into the air than will ever soak into a piece of paper, but that is the poetry. As I complete the work around me... as I put every little piece back in its proper place... or carve out a new hole while disposing of the past... I step closer to the union of heart and mind that will let me write.
There is no use in forcing it. Nothing good will come of rushing. Everything will have its time.
To any outside observer, I will simply be tidying my little home office, throwing away the junk and sorting out the new equipment. Repairing things and clearing the decks, so that I have a clean slate, from which to move forward. But underneath there is a deeper feeling. A purpose. A time. A place.
So in the mean time... I continue to repair, renew and regenerate.... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ruxwb5rF-mI