A COLLECTION OF MY THOUGHTS, INSIGHTS, FEARS, AND JOYS AS A FUNCTIONING DYSLEXIC WRITER, AGNOSTIC, HEATHEN, SKEPTIC. Welcome to my blog, for this is the first day of the rest of my life and I shall fear no evil. Nobody talks so constantly about God as those who insist that there is no God. - Heywood Broun
Monday, July 27, 2009
Books available, get a free book for your review
My books are now available on Amazon. I make an offer to anyone interested in writing a review of either or both of them and posting it on Amazon; I will give them a free book. I'm only interested in two reviews of each book. Please e-mail me at, ( rshoopjr@gmail.com ), if you are interested. If you're not familiar with my books, check them out on my web, ( rayshoop.com ). Thank you so much.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
FRUSTRATED DYSLEXIC WEB BUILDER
It has been one helliva frustrating two weeks for this old dyslexic bas----. First, I found out my web host wanted a small war pension to upgrade my web so I could sell my books on it. So, I thought, screw you mister. I'd have to sell over three hundred books just to break even. That's about two hundred more than I expect to sell. Then I bought a MS web building program and wasted almost the whole week learning nothing and succeeded in producing zero. I threw that away and joined another host (the top rated host in the nation) who seemed to offer everything I wanted at a reasonable price. The FREE site cost almost a C note. I only wanted a web with a page or two that a buyer could link to from my present web.
I sighed up. After they got my money, I had to wade through forty-seven million six hundred and two, optional upgrades (all of which I felt I needed) but I managed say no to. Now I sit here twiddling my thumbs while I wait for my credit card to clear the bank so I can delve back into setting up another web and suffering through another week or so of frustration.
What in the hell ever possessed me into becoming a writer?
I sighed up. After they got my money, I had to wade through forty-seven million six hundred and two, optional upgrades (all of which I felt I needed) but I managed say no to. Now I sit here twiddling my thumbs while I wait for my credit card to clear the bank so I can delve back into setting up another web and suffering through another week or so of frustration.
What in the hell ever possessed me into becoming a writer?
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