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My super petty plan to write a million words is getting in the way of my writing 150 words
Man, it turns out writing a book in less than seven years is really hard work and takes quite a bit of time each day. Not seven years, of course, but quite a few hours every day if you want to deliver it in less than seven years
iPhone theft for dummies.
I first noticed the story about the epidemic of phone theft in London about a week ago because of some Aussie chick who chased her thief (unsuccessfully) and was so pissed off she tracked down all the CCTV footage of the crime and posted it, after which it went viral.
World War 3.3. Jane Willet returns and Kindle Unlimited goes live.
Hey. It’s me, JB, apologising for clogging up your inbox if this means nothing to you, but… if you’ve been waiting until World War 3.2 appeared on Kindle Unlimited so you can read it for ‘free’ (whereby ‘free’ I mean you agree to give Jeff Bezos your credit card number and possibly some of your DNA every month)… your time is here.
Kerr-ching!
I just spent a very satisfying hour entering every verified instance of Anthropic stealing my books to train their AI into the official settlement claim site. Not so satisfying? I only had five claims to make because my useless publishers didn’t register the copyright of most of my books.
Only just okay.
Man, what a week! Monday was a public holiday. Tuesday, I caught up with old mates. On Thursday, I had to take the car to the shop again and get myself into the city for a skin check. (One minor BCC to come in December.)
What day is it?
Man, I don’t know where I am this week. That holiday on Monday was always going to put the zap on my head, but I think I made it much worse by working through the weekend. Both Jane and I were on deadline, so we just pulled normal workdays on Saturday and Sunday, and then had Monday off, which was nice.
Tasty, tasty slop.
I enjoy flicking through Substack Notes of a morning, looking for an essay I might enjoy. Occasionally I’ll find something like ‘Light Travels at the Highest Possible Velocity’, a Sherman Alexie story I read one Sunday morning in bed which delayed my getting up by an hour.
Never service your car.
You will have to walk down the hill in the hot sun and pay a strange man four and a half thousand dollars.
It sucks.