I don’t frequently visit my stats page, because I find it rather depressing being the only one to ever visit my blog site, but when I do – like tonight – I find some interesting peculiarities. One is that the bot that is in charge of the stats puts this computer in Pretoria, a city about 100 Km away from me. So much for the FBI’s accuracy in finding hacker computers. Not that the South African Police Service would have any clue where to start, anyway! (Damn, I wish I could code. I can sure use the cash from an electronic heist!)
The other interesting thing is that I seem to visit regularly at between 8 and 9 at night. Guess I am a creature of habit, after all!
Today was not a good day. I lost the front (lens) part of my beetle bug’s headlamp. It’s part of a complete unit, so I suspect theft or vandalism, or both, and while I am not too worried about the cost of replacing it, it’s the principle that counts, and that bugs the hell out of me. If something isn’t yours, leave it the fuck alone! And yes, I do swear, especially when I am this provoked. I spoke to my regular service guy. He referred me to a dealer (!!!) in town who may have one in stock. The latter is one of those old-timey motor spares guys – I am almost willing to bet he might have a Model-T FORD hubcap in stock! (Did Model-T’s have hubcaps?)
On the good news front, I have sold 5 volumes of a Low-Content KDP book so far this month. It’s a Mead Makers’ Journal that took me all of TWO HOURS to compile and publish. My profit from the sale is a whopping $4,58 per unit, but it’s a nice bit of pocket money considering the amount of work that I have done. With luck, the book that I am drafting for NaNoWriMo 2022 will actually become profitable, too.
Let’s be blunt about it. I know there are writers who earn massive incomes from their work, and who retire somewhere on the CostaTooMuchPlenty in Spain. That does not sound like my idea of fun.
Instead, I want to go and live where people are real and you can still see the stars without using too much of your imagination. There are still countries in Europe where the cost of living is comparable to that of South Africa and where the authorities won’t let you jump through more hoops than a circus dog just to get a foot in the door. Granted, most of them are countries that were formerly behind the so-called Iron Curtain so the standard of living is rather primitive compared to what I am used to – especially outside the cities – but then I am from Africa. South Africans are pretty adaptable people, and we are also an innovative lot. We have the expression “‘n Boer maak ‘n plan” (a farmer makes a plan) and I can’t see myself struggling to adapt to Eastern Europe. (90% of my disposable income may be spent on firewood, but that’s a different matter altogether that won’t be discussed in this post.)
Anyway, that’s all for this post, today. And now I shall return to Imagi-Nation, where a corrupt medical doctor needs to get his comeuppance.