So, for the four of you left who read here regularly, you may have noticed that the site was offline this weekend. I had some… issues.
I am conflicted because I would like to tell you all what is happening but if I do, it may just get worse. But before long, someone is going to have to go jail. I’m not kidding.
Multiple DMCA notices were filed against this site and Houdini’s Revenge, all of them bogus. Complaints were also made about the content I produce on IROB. It was alleged that I have reproduced child pornography and wrote entries to incite people to commit acts of pedophilia and rape. None of these complaints had any basis in reality (no shit). My hosting company had limited choices because I was less than cooperative but they were on my side and all of this has been resolved in my favor. Seriously, they were very professional and very sympathetic.
Because I am very tired I have cancelled ANSWER Me! week because I can only imagine the complaints that will get lodged if I discuss all four issues in the depth I prefer.
If you are a writer who suspects your work may have been twisted up in this mess, please know this nonsense was wholly directed at me. There was no vendetta against any writer involved, and especially no vendetta against Jim Goad, whose work I planned to tackle this week.
I genuinely don’t know how I am going to get this weirdness to stop. Mr Oddbooks and I have explored legal options but then we decided we couldn’t justify the hassle or the expense so we’re gonna lie low and hope it doesn’t happen again. I plan to write here, probably next week, but I have a limited capacity to deal with much in the way of bullshit, which is why I collect books and write online rather than have a real job. So we’ll see how this goes.
Also, while I’m feeling a bit testy, I need to let everyone who has sent me books to read know that I have made a decision about how I plan to handle the books that remain to be read. If I count more than ten grammar, spelling and/or punctuation issues in your book, I won’t be discussing it. It’s harsh but really, it’s not. Lately a lot of the literature I have read has been difficult to appreciate because of all the errors, which makes me tired as I try to find ways to praise good ideas with crappy editing, and I need to recharge my mojo, which will be hard in a world without Ray Manzarek, but I’m going to give it a try (note: avoid using sentences like this one when you write books). I’ll handle rejected novels quietly. Thanks for your understanding. (Edited because I found a nicer way to say what I needed to say.)