CB Wright @ubersoft@mastodon.social

Oh it's even better.

It's already being used as a cover on another author's series.

Honestly, I should have used more due diligence than I did. I mean, shame on me for that. When you swim in the shark-infested waters of self-publishing you should always assume you are the chum.

LET THIS BE A LESSON TO ME

"Original Pre-made covers" they said.

What they _didn't_ say was that the "premade" part was on Shutterstock and you can find the damn image all over the internet, including on another Kindle book obviously being sold.

So... well, I feel dumb. But at least I figured it out before I published with the cover.

Now to find a Plan B

I am getting closer and closer to actually being able to publish Curveball Year Three. Almost. Almost. Almost.

Mastodon, Day Two: I stare at this feed and realize that if I went through all the trouble of setting up an account I'm probably obliged to use it in some fashion.

I recoil in horror at the thought. I distract myself by putting together a new desk.

I know this distraction is fleeting, and that eventually I must reconcile myself to this medium that is, at least in theory, social. But for now, I need to rearrange my space...

A 500 character limit... I'm not sure I'm capable of wielding this power without misusing it.

Hi, Mastodon! The only reason I stayed away from you before is that the way it's organized into Mastodon... instances, I guess? Instances. They're confusing. But figuring out instances is potentially less traumatic than having free speech Musksplained to me, so... here I am. I write fiction, and rant semi-regularly, and did a webcomic for a while.

#introductions

Oh for a muse of ice to turn away,
to cast aside the trumpeting of men:
let there be naught but silence and contempt
before the savage roar of grasping pride.

Let all their aspirations turn to dust,
and all their hope of glory fade away;
no single laurel thrown, or song be sung –
all save for one, a judgment rendered thus:

“Your time is past, and done, now fade to black,
For now it ends, and now you are forgot.”