I played with that new sizing toy.
Results after the break.
When Jeff Bezos tells writers to keep quiet, they obey.
Let me get my stance on this out the way first: Fuck you, Jeff Bezos. Fuck you.
So for four years, unknown writers have supped and danced and played and took graft from Bezos and shut the fuck up about it.
To all those writers: Fuck you too. And out yourselves.
I’d be very curious to know if a certain whore who railed against self-publishing, then changed his mind, then changed his mind again and went with Amazon as his publisher ever attended. Yes, I mean you, Konrath. This is a question that will likely never be answered by him. He hasn’t the fucking guts to stand up like a man. Except as a pose to fleece his sheep.
Fuck all of you. Fuck you and your pro-Amazon posts that you wrote while Amazon freebies sat beside your keyboard. Fuck you for presenting yourselves as professional and detached observers of digital publishing while you weren’t. Fuck you for not having the backbone to stand up to The New Digital Man.
I knew that book publishing was filled with unprincipled underhanded double-dealing scum. But writers? Writers are supposed to be above that kind of shit.
Out yourselves, you fucking pig cowards. Cleanse what little is left of your soul.