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Amazon Breaks its Silence with a Very Orwellian Shot Across Hachette’s Bow

Originally posted on The Book Escorts:
For those of you who aren’t *lucky* enough to get these kind of emails from Amazon directly, read it and weep: (Note: We will be discussing this later, in more detail.) Saturday, August 9th Dear KDP Author, Just ahead of World War II, there was a radical invention that…

So Much More Than a Pretty Face (or an Amazon Whore)

Dear Readers, If you’ve ever listened to a single episode of my podcast, you’ll know that I’m a strong supporter of self-published authors utilizing Amazon to get their first toehold in today’s publishing landscape. However, that does NOT mean I am overly fond of, or even agree with everything Amazon does or says. That’s why,…

GISHWHES 2014 – The List

In case anyone is wondering where I am or what I’m up to this next week…. I’ll be doing random, crazy shit from this list: GISHWHES 2014 – Items I’m certain the elderly love mud wrestling, but they must do it in private because I never see it! Let’s fix this. Catch your grandparents or…

I’m Doing it. Are YOU?

GISHWHES: The Greatest International Scavenger Hunt the World Has Ever Seen. You had me at Greatest. No, wait. You had me at Misha Collins + a pirate ship sailing out of “King’s Landing,” Croatia. Get ready, world. Because I’ve gone Gisher. xoxo Izzy

How to Tell if You’re a “Basic B***”

This video SLAYED me. (Who says you can’t be a feminist AND have a sense of humor?) Iherebydedicate this to the trolls on my BFF Elle Lothlorien’s Facebook wall. XOXO

When Life Gives You Robbers, Just Cut Their Hearts Out With a Spoon

Buck Up, Little Camper

The truth is, children, you can’t win over everyone. You could be the world’s juiciest, most delicious peach, And still there would be at least one person out there Who HATES peaches. You could be Ghandi, Making the world a better place by example, And someone would call you A big, fat faker. …

Quitting is for P*ssies: On Writing Through the Moments of Soul-Crushing Futility

Today, I was struggling with something a lot (I daresay, all) of writers experience at one time or another in their careers: the “Why in T.F. am I doing this?” phase. In a cruel twist of irony, as I faced this struggle head-on and decided to do what I do best–write my way through it–I…

How Dish Network is Like an Abusive Ex-Boyfriend

Oh, Dish Network. I wish I could quit you. Not because I love you Or because you occupy All my waking thoughts And fulfill my deepest needs. I tried to quit you Earlier today For about two hours. Begging and pleading With every fiber of my being, “Please, just let me go.” But…

Why I Won’t Shut Up About My “Girl Problems”

Today is Father’s Day. Not to be a bitch, but I really can’t think of a more appropriate day for me to officially “come out” as a big, fat FEMINIST. (Sorry, Dad.) I used to think it was too extreme to call myself a feminist.I mean, I really like high heels, and bras, and shaving…