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Kindle Singles

Hey, everyone. I try to keep up with things in the ebook world. I see that Amazon has changed their policy concerning short stories and novelettes on Kindle publishing. They call the new segment Kindle Singles. This is a great option for the many people who prefer short stories and a great opportunity for authors to make some money. I understand that David Baldacci's short story sold 50,000 copies in the first week at the modest price of 99 cents. Previously, ebooks had to be novel length. I have three novels over there out of my 6 or 8 total. I forget how many I have written at the moment. I have been over there tonight, preparing to upload all the others, which are already at I-Books, Smashwords, Kobo, Sony, Diesel and a few other places. The problem is, I have forgotten all the details of uploading to Amazon and I will have to relearn it, which is a drag. I have to change the file format to DOC and to do that I have to go through some old stuff that instructed me how to do that. Plus I have to change the title pages, page breaks between chapters and a number of other things.
Of course, all of this is relatively minor compared to getting a book published the traditional way. The thing is, Smashwords is having a problem getting together with Amazon and I want all my books on Amazon, since it is the biggest market on Earth. I also want to explore the short story market as I enjoy writing short stories. Seems like I have a lot of stuff going on for many months now.
I am surprised about the amount of time I put into this blog. It is sort of like the guy who buys an older home for nostalgia reasons, then discovers that it is almost a full time job to keep it in good shape. When I retire it will probably be nice to have so many forms of diversion. All this should keep me out of the pool hall, as the old saying goes.
From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
P.S. I'd like to thank Marsha Ward for her kind review over on Smashwords. She submitted it for my new short story titled Shenandoah. Marsha is an author, with her books on sale at Smashwords and other spots. She makes her home in Phoenix Arizona. I went to Phoenix for a job interview, once upon a time. Wish I had taken that job at Palo Verde Nuclear Plant. I really like that area.

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