Took the whole evening, but I finally got How To Rape A Straight Guy posted and available for download on SmashWords. Click on the title if you want to check it out. Seems that SmashWords absolutely hates tabs in a Word doc, but even though everything in Word says you do not have any tabs...if you don't do this one last step to prove it, you get rejected. And it's a silly step -- you go into find/replace, input the symbols for tabs in "find", leave the "replace" bar empty and hit send -- but it wasn't till I did that, that everything went fine.
I've now checked it in Nook and pdf, and it looks good. The Table of Contents works. And I made it cheap -- $1.99 in reaction to Nazca Plains making their epub edition so damned expensive. Now comes getting the word out.
This was friggin' exhausting...but I hope I've learned enough so that when I do it with Porno Manifesto and Rape in Holding Cell 6, I'll go faster. Then by the time I'm ready to put up Underground Guy and ...Owen Taylor, I should be able to do it in my sleep. Ha!
Of course, I also had a long day, not just at work or home. I had a stress test run to check my heart. Seems an EKG last week said I'd had a heart attack. News to me; probably a false positive. Anyway, it was a long process that was made very uncomfortable because the woman doing an echo-cardiogram pressed against my side so hard, she damn near dislocated a couple of ribs. But I didn't say anything because I was getting to watch my heart at work.
Man...that is breathtaking. I could see valves opening and closing. The muscle contracting and expanding. From a couple of angles. And I could hear it during a couple of recording moments. And it was spooky, too...because that little thing is what keeps you alive. Pumping away, day in and day out, for as long as it can. The rest of the test was typical -- walk on a treadmill, faster and steeper and faster and steeper and hurry up, already and stay up front, here...but that little moment was so intense, I was in another state of mind all day.
Still...my side is damn sore.
This was friggin' exhausting...but I hope I've learned enough so that when I do it with Porno Manifesto and Rape in Holding Cell 6, I'll go faster. Then by the time I'm ready to put up Underground Guy and ...Owen Taylor, I should be able to do it in my sleep. Ha!
Of course, I also had a long day, not just at work or home. I had a stress test run to check my heart. Seems an EKG last week said I'd had a heart attack. News to me; probably a false positive. Anyway, it was a long process that was made very uncomfortable because the woman doing an echo-cardiogram pressed against my side so hard, she damn near dislocated a couple of ribs. But I didn't say anything because I was getting to watch my heart at work.
Man...that is breathtaking. I could see valves opening and closing. The muscle contracting and expanding. From a couple of angles. And I could hear it during a couple of recording moments. And it was spooky, too...because that little thing is what keeps you alive. Pumping away, day in and day out, for as long as it can. The rest of the test was typical -- walk on a treadmill, faster and steeper and faster and steeper and hurry up, already and stay up front, here...but that little moment was so intense, I was in another state of mind all day.
Still...my side is damn sore.
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