So yesterday I finally got my book onto Kindle Unlimited. Huzzah!!!
An then I waited. And I waited. And I waited. A day later the page counter for KENP stood at zero. This seemed unpromising. So, I closed down the laptop and did something else.
I took a juvenile milk snake that I found hiding under the famous copper sheet and shot a photo shoot of his best profile. And then we had lunch and worked on some other projects. I put an air conditioning unit in one of the windows and I started weeding the raspberry patch and I helped clean some kind of ooze that had accumulated on the new fish pond.
And when I checked the KENP after all that, the counter was at one! Now that’s not one book that’s one page. So, if a book pays me forty cents what does a page earn me? Well, you can do the math. If the book is about two hundred and fifty-two pages long then that page is worth 0.15873 cents in cold hard cash. If Jeff Bezos took a penny and a pair of tin snips (zinc snips?) and did some rudimentary trigonometric calculations he could probably nip off an arc from the edge of the coin that would somewhat represent this hefty sum. So, I shut down the laptop again and began to recalibrate my plans to purchase that summer home on Martha’s Vineyard.
I began reading some more of “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep.” You know this PKD is a very talented writer but I don’t think he spent a lot of his life smiling. In fact, I think WWIII was probably one of the lighter topics he thought about. He’s got the extinction of most animal species, widespread human chromosomal damage, widespread human brain damage and bizarre religious tendencies as the window dressing of his highly depressed main characters. After a little of this I decided to take a break. Apparently, this wasn’t going to be Harrison Ford and Daryl Hannah. It’s going to be a lot less chirpy. So, I got in touch with the First Selectman and arranged a special meeting to discuss my succession plan as his special assistant in charge of burying the bodies. Unfortunately, the committee was unable to locate anyone stupid enough to agree to the position. I came home a few hours later and checked my KENP counter. It was seventeen pages. That’s 2.6984 cents. Well! Now we’re getting somewhere. At this rate I’ll be able to afford my favorite Dunkin Donuts donut (an old fashioned) by Fall.
And I think my addition to the Kindle Unlimited rolls has netted me my first troll. He was pretending to be a fairly successful non-fiction author but was unaware that he wasn’t supposed to be a fiction author so his answers didn’t track with that. I brought this to his attention and he started making incoherent sentences. Well, what can you do? Now that I’m on the road to fame and fortune everyone wants a piece of me. J K Rowlings eat your heart out.


