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.

Something in the water

Caught immediate supervisor (not sexy D, no, the toad who believes I am his secretary) at desk-side of another co-worker. Irony is that supervisor has spent much time seeking out K and K spends equal time avoiding him.

Mind, K is married with teen daughter. Supervisor is married as well. Given pics gracing his desk, would assume he has at least two adult children. Has become quite the office joke to see him lurking around cubicle dividers. Those near K do provide warning if able. Best I can tell, supervisor has monumental crush on her. Would be sweet if not utterly horrifying.

Further, Mailroom Joe has begun making special trips to K's part of the office. Am I to suspect she is suddenly emitting irresistible pheromones? Should bottle it for the single contingent. K is admittedly an attractive woman with controlling husband. Perhaps she obtained solace with young Joe and now he is smitten. If so, supervisor may have caught wind and hopes blackmail will suddenly make him appealing.

My wearing bottle-lens glasses, downing 12 tequila shots, and a deep body scour would not make him appealing to my mind. Man needs to wash his hair every month at minimum. Why is that hard?

Other shit: Accidentally caught teen neighbor R smoking behind dumpster. Upon discovery, sullen boy offered a drag and asked for beer.

Note to self: "Mia, remember to email electronic books to work. Appears will have much more free time as long as K continues to put-out. Send K thank you note."