Having Thoughts

I sold 695 copies of Claimed by Darkness copies in the final two weeks of February. This is good. What is bad? In three days, more than 1500 were pirated from illegal download sites. The book has been out since February and I'm only now being paid for the first two weeks of publication. 500 thefts a day, on average, over three and a half months of time. Imagine my financial loss. I won't even see March royalties on legitimate copies sold until mid to late June.

As Anny Cook commented on the Goddess Blog last week, and later on her own blog, ePirates steal books because they love the work and don't wish to pay for it. They make it nearly impossible for authors to continue writing because the pay-out is so little compared to the invested time and money. There is not one person who would willingly work and know the will be mugged everyday after putting in their hours. And most writers toil far longer than 40 hours a week on their craft.

Other shit: It's pathetic perhaps, but I find myself thoroughly intrigued by the odd relationship forming between K and my boss. Despite her argument to the contrary, K appears to enjoy his company. So common is it to see them together that even those outside the department have made note. K informed that she's seeking a divorce. No comment on boss' marriage or status of boss-K relationship. Interesting.

Go remember someone. Conjure them in your minds. Think of them, their smell, their smile, their quirks, the way they've blessed your life. A special moment and thoughtful gesture. Better, remember the slow smile and easy laugh, the honor and pride and command of presence in someone who died for your freedom today. Have a thoughtful Memorial Day.

I want extra copulance please.

What am I talking about? The female sex hormone. Go here and watch. It's a moment or two and fascinating. Evidently, women have an arsenal of invisible lust makers. Men who think they know a woman is pretty or not according to their preferences, suddenly think all women are beautiful in the presence of excreted copulance. It interferes with their brains.

I am of the opinion that there are several things that interfere with a man's brain: A woman's availability, amount of beer consumed, and severity of erection (throbbing genitalia might create greater urgency, you see).

Other shit: The boss was a bit peeved yesterday. It seems he doesn't appreciate kind gestures wherein an anonymous employee leaves sticky notes of affection on his monitor along with a portable packet of tissues for his K lust-drool. More's the pity.

For those who have been following along: I occasionally put sticky notes in his things. Usually showing affection, and typically without a reference alluding to portions of answers on things never asked. Boss is easily confused and this amuses me greatly.

Note to self: "Mia, good use of slogan."