Yas, dawlings! Like blown the feck up! And I cannot begin to tell you how utterly mortified and sick I am to hear of the blatant disrespect and lack of consideration to those in the writing community.
Let's take a look-see at some key points, shall we?
Case in Point #1
Since when did it become a "thing" to coordinate an author signing event and then cancel it and then run the f*ck away with EVERYONE'S money? Um, for a newbie that has never been an attending author at a signing event this kind of sh!t worries the hell out of me. I mean, c'mon. Where in the writer's proverbial handbook does it state that YOU have the right to take the money that WE work very hard for with the intention of coordinating a book signing only to stuff the cash between your butt cheeks and hightail it to the nail salon or your local taco shop? As far as I'm concerned that makes you a very sh!tty person. And the icing on the cake is that no one can get a hold of you.
And your a published author on top of that?
Oh, good grief!
I hope that at some point you find some self-respect and respect for those you took from and try your best to fix this sh!t-storm you've created because at this point the only thing you probably have to look forward to is nothing short of bunch of bad karma.
But hey! At least you can say that you made it on the news. So how was that fifteen minutes of fame?
Case in Point #2
Case in Point #3
Dear, Princess Piece of Sh!t,
If you come across this post you will without any doubt know that this is about you. Enjoy!
Let me first start by saying that this one really hit home for me. And it f*ucking pissed me off!
When I was approached with this nasty little piece of bullsh!t I literally flipped my sh!t. I instantly wanted to find the b!tch that would even think it was okay to f*ck with one of mine and gouge her eyes out with a rusty fork. No it's wasn't one of my children she came but it this person that she verbally assaulted I consider family, and if there's one thing you do not do is f*ck with my family.
Let me just give you a little insight on the problem at hand...
A couple months ago someone very close to me, a blogger, had held an event and a giveaway through her blog. She had decided to giveaway an eBook that the winner could choose from a list of authors that had attended this particular event. Princess Piece of Sh!t was chosen as the winner and was contacted by the blogger. Princess Piece of Sh!t was then informed of the details pertaining to her prize and was asked to choose an eBook by one of the attending authors and that the blogger would pay for the eBook and send it to her. At that point everything seemed to be moving along quite nicely until Princess Piece of Sh!t decided that she wanted to choose an eBook that was not written by one of the event's attending authors. No. She decided to make her own rules.
From that point on, the whole interaction between blogger and winner went South.
Now, the blogger could've caved and given the winner what she wanted, but that would've went against the rules of the giveaway. And speaking from experience, once you alter the rules sh!t is bound to go to hell in a hand basket in a quick hurry.
So the blogger and winner went rounds about this prize. The blogger explained the rules of the giveaway once more to Princess Piece of Sh!t, letting her know that she could choose ANY eBook from the list of attending authors and it would be sent right over. Hell, if it was me I would've picked a book and been happy that I'd won. Do you think Princess Piece of Sh!t did this? Um, no. Instead, she decided to send my blogger friend a nasty little message that quite literally sent me through the roof.
"You've been blocked you disrespectful entitled generation Y piece of trash
Say what you want I can't see you or read your post
Fucking useless asd job you have"
S.L. Romines lives in a small town in Central California, and if you blink you just might miss it. She resides on a ranch with her family which she lovingly refers to as the funny farm. Between getting dish pan hands, listening to three bickering teenagers, pretending that she’s a gourmet chef (her family would like to disagree), and trying to tune out the sound of twenty-seven deranged Guinea fowl, somehow she finds the time to write about crazy characters that even make her laugh till she cries.
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