Maya picked up her lunch tray and left, kissing her boyfriend as she passed him. Maya didn’t glance again at the girl James had mentioned earlier as she passed her by. Lindsay also didn’t glance at Maya when she passed by. With her big padded headphones and general demeanor it could be easily assumed that Lindsay was purposely unaware of the world around her. That wasn’t the case. Lindsay could hear everything. Lindsay was also listening to everything. Lindsay listened to the people. Lindsay listened to the conversations. Lindsay overheard to the relationships that the people were actively engaged in. Lindsay was an observer to it all. An observer but not a participant. An observer who wanted to participate but an observer who would not participate. Lindsay was an observer for that is the only role she was confident enough to play.
An excerpt from "Zumo Headphones", a chapter in It Was In A Coffee Shop.
So. One hundred eighty days have come and one hundred eighty days have gone. The pre-order campaign for It Was In A Coffee Shop is over, and the result:
Six
Six
Just six.
Six
Six
Just six pre-orders of my book.
So, the pre-order campaign failed. Hard. This isn’t a situation where I believe I can redouble my efforts and bridge the small gap between my first effort and an effort that can succeed. I only achieved 2.5% of the low goal to get distribution through Inkshares. I can’t make up the other 97.5% by redoubling my efforts.
Six
Six
Just six
I could be angry at this point. I choose not to because what has anger ever gotten me? I could be morose at this point. I choose not to because what has being sad about something ever gotten me? I could take this as a sign that I am meant to be an observer and not a participant. I choose not to because being meant to do something denotes predestination, and predestination is something that goes against my atheist beliefs. What lesson do I take from this? The lesson I take from this is that Inkshares is another platform that hasn’t worked for me. Just another platform I have tried and failed at. I just need to find the platform that works for me, because surely there is one out there. There is. I know it.
So, how to go forward at this point? Well, initially I plan to distribute my work within my community. What that basically means is I plan to put a Dropbox link to my book inside the AllGames.com Community page on Facebook. As for the rest of you, you have one hundred eighty days. One hundred eighty days to wait. Wait untill I post It Was In A Coffee Shop online to a wider audience.
So, just checked the Spam Folder in my email. Apparently Inkshares accidentally sent out an email telling people they had made the top seventy-five in the Launch Pad Contest to everybody who had entered the contest. It turns out It Was In A Coffee Shop, in any form, had not actually made the top seventy-five.
Same book, I just had to post a new project in order to qualify for the contest. So, please readers, go click follow on that project so that I can climb higher up the leaderboard of the contest. I don’t currently plan on launching another pre-order campaign, given how poorly the current It Was In A Coffee Shop pre-order campaign is going, but I’m hoping that followers combined with Judge’s opinion on my project will garner my book some good attention in the industry.
So Inkshares tells me it’s been four months since I sent out a comment about It Was In A Coffee Shop. Four months since I last updated people on the progress of getting It Was In A Coffee Shop into the hand of the public. Four months without much progress.
As it stands there are currently thirty-six days left in the one hundred eighty day campaign to attain two hundred fifty pre-orders. How many pre-orders have there been? Six.
Six
Six
Six
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E99X4HCkENA
So, yeah. This sucks. Well, at least I can look out my window and see the sunshine.
(Looks outside)
Okay, I need someone to fiddle with the dimmer switch on the sun. Put the sun back up to full power now. Thanks.
So Inkshares tells me it’s been four months since I sent out a comment about It Was In A Coffee Shop. Four months since I last updated people on the progress of getting It Was In A Coffee Shop into the hand of the public. Four months without much progress.
As it stands there are currently thirty-six days left in the one hundred eighty day campaign to attain two hundred fifty pre-orders. How many pre-orders have there been? Six.
Six
Six
Six
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E99X4HCkENA
So, yeah. This sucks. Well, at least I can look out my window and see the sunshine.
(Looks outside)
Okay, I need someone to fiddle with the dimmer switch on the sun. Put the sun back up to full power now. Thanks.
After catching up on the latest episode of Orange Lounge Radio, and hearing some of comments made by Skie, one of the hosts of the show, in response to an email where I blatently plugged It Was In A Coffee Shop, I’d like to make one thing clear.
It Was In A Coffee Shop is finished. Done. Completed. Ready for human consumption. All It Was In A Coffee Shop needs to succeed is a platform where it can reach a wide audience, which is why I launched this campaign on Inkshares. However, just to make it crystal clear, It Was In A Coffee Shop is finished.
Now, how about some more people help make that wider audience reach a reality?
The second version of It Was In A Coffee Shop, which is linked to above, is my submission to that contest. I don’t know how it happened, maybe it’s because I don’t know how to internet, but this version of It Was In A Coffee Shop is to be no different than the version of It Was In A Coffee Shop that is currently on Pre-Order. The second version is just the one I’ve submitted to a contest. I am still committed to going forward with the pre-order as it stands. Things may change, as it goes with life, but if you pre-order It Was In A Coffee Shop you will be getting a copy of It Was In A Coffee Shop.
Monday I found out about a theft at my storage unit. There was nothing particularly sensitive or important that was taken, just things that I didn’t currently have a place for. This theft and my reaction to it caused me to reflect about what it is I really wanted and what objects would mean something to me. After some soul searching I came to a conclusion: A house. A place of my own in the world that I could be completely in charge of, and would have the added benefit of being mine. Since I do not currently own my own home, what would be the best method for me to go about obtaining one? Legally of course.
It Was In A Coffee Shop is currently funding on Inkshares. Yes, that is the method I am using to buy my own home, selling books as another source of income. Sure this may not pay off for a while, a long while given how some of the projects on Inkshares have developed, but I have confidence that this will work. At the very least I’m not losing anything in this endeavor. At least this endeavor will cost me less than I lost in the theft at my storage unit.
However, don’t order my book to help out me. Go to the It Was In A Coffee Shop project page on Inkshares. See what’s there, see something that you might find interesting, and order a book you are interested in reading. Don’t buy me, buy the book.
Maya picked up her lunch tray and left, kissing her boyfriend as she passed him. Maya didn’t glance again at the girl James had mentioned earlier as she passed her by. Lindsay also didn’t glance at Maya when she passed by. With her big padded headphones and general demeanor it could be easily assumed that Lindsay was purposely unaware of the world around her. That wasn’t the case. Lindsay could hear everything. Lindsay was also listening to everything. Lindsay listened to the people. Lindsay listened to the conversations. Lindsay overheard to the relationships that the people were actively engaged in. Lindsay was an observer to it all. An observer but not a participant. An observer who wanted to participate but an observer who would not participate. Lindsay was an observer for that is the only role she was confident enough to play.
An excerpt from "Zumo Headphones", a chapter in It Was In A Coffee Shop.
So. One hundred eighty days have come and one hundred eighty days have gone. The pre-order campaign for It Was In A Coffee Shop is over, and the result:
Six
Six
Just six.
Six
Six
Just six pre-orders of my book.
So, the pre-order campaign failed. Hard. This isn’t a situation where I believe I can redouble my efforts and bridge the small gap between my first effort and an effort that can succeed. I only achieved 2.5% of the low goal to get distribution through Inkshares. I can’t make up the other 97.5% by redoubling my efforts.
Six
Six
Just six
I could be angry at this point. I choose not to because what has anger ever gotten me? I could be morose at this point. I choose not to because what has being sad about something ever gotten me? I could take this as a sign that I am meant to be an observer and not a participant. I choose not to because being meant to do something denotes predestination, and predestination is something that goes against my atheist beliefs. What lesson do I take from this? The lesson I take from this is that Inkshares is another platform that hasn’t worked for me. Just another platform I have tried and failed at. I just need to find the platform that works for me, because surely there is one out there. There is. I know it.
So, how to go forward at this point? Well, initially I plan to distribute my work within my community. What that basically means is I plan to put a Dropbox link to my book inside the AllGames.com Community page on Facebook. As for the rest of you, you have one hundred eighty days. One hundred eighty days to wait. Wait untill I post It Was In A Coffee Shop online to a wider audience.
Wait
Wait
Just wait