So I finally get a review of my Civil War battle novel “Knoxville 1863” up on two sites (here and here, in addition to Amazon) and some free advertising on a third site here and what happens? Amazon crashes for the afternoon. And when they finally come back, they’ve got a little notation on my paperback sales page to “sign up to be notified when this item becomes available.” Sheesh. This is print-on-demand, people. Not boxes of books in a warehouse.
Meanwhile, I was trying unsuccessfully to twist an arm for another review. The joke is that DIY authors and small publishers rely on family and friends for their book reviews. I do have the friends part down, luckily, but the family? Not a chance. The ones who actually read books have this phobia about writing reviews. So they say. Maybe they secretly hated mine and just don’t want to be honest. If not, then the family part of the joke is on me.
UPDATE: Well, Amazon fixed their problem sometime after midnight, so that irritation is gone. Onward Through The Fog!
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