Myself and the Lady have always enjoyed a spot of camping. One of our earliest trips away was just the two of us heading off to a little spot down in Kerry that I know of from some college mates. Nothing but us, some books, a few food supplies and the tent.
I had never had her pegged for the sort of girl who enjoyed camping but she really did. To the point that we have tried to get away at least once every summer since. We don't always achieve this target, because of life and what not, but the thought is there.
This weekend we managed to go though, meeting up with the sister-in-law and her soon-to-be husband. We found a moderately okay campsite near the sea, met up and pitched our tents. It was a grand weekend of camping and craic, with some cooking and coffee brewing over portable BBQs and gas burners.
Which would make for a fairly pointless entry I suppose, but that isn't the point of this entry.
In the past we have gone camping with people that would be classed as 'glampers'. Glamorous campers. They would bring huge tents for two people and even have inflatable mattresses to sleep on. Zombie apocalypse survivors these people may not be . But at least they stayed in tents, which at the end of the day is around 90% of the whole camping adventure. The fun if you will.
At the weekend we saw two, yes two, completely separate groups who never once pitched a tent. They were not going full nature on us and sleeping around a campfire. Nor had they carved open some large animal and climbed inside to use as a messy sleeping bag. No both these groups slept in their cars.
As we sat around our camping table in hoodies with a torch for light the girls beside us sat in their car watching Netflix on an iPad mounted on the dashboard and eating a take-away. Then they changed seats and slept in the car.
Kinda of negating the whole need for paying money to pitch a tent one would suspect.
Anyway it was such an odd thing to see twice in one weekend I figured I would ramble on about it for a few minutes.
But to close I also just had a fairly bad start to my working week. An entire cup of coffee just spilled over myself, requiring new clothes to be bought in order to get through the working day. All before eleven in the morning as well.
As my sales have slowly crept up and up I have become one of those sad folk, a.k.a. dedicated stats freak, who checks the Kindle and Createspace reports almost daily.
Sure the little graphs don't increase every day, that would be madness, but they do go up every so often and that is thrilling to see. Mainly because I don't know who is buying these copies. From the physical side of things I can account for six of the eight copies that have been shifted, so that is really cool. On the Kindle end of things I have moved seventeen units and I definitely can only be sure of eight of them. Which is brilliant!
The other thing that I check semi-daily is the review section on the Amazon stores. Now a few days ago I had five reviews on the Kindle copy and sure all of them were from people I know. But the thing is it was still a great way to see what people thought about the book. However it now appears that Amazon reviews can be removed by the Amazon gods themselves.
This sort of sucks the big one.
I get the reasoning behind it: a person could get fifty or sixty mates to post reviews for them and bump up the stats. However it is a little disappointing to see reviews being removed by some unseen being. An all powerful entity that goes all godly on reviews.
The reviews that were left safe and sound were made by people that have reviewed other things on Amazon previously. So it seems that if you do get friends to review your stories they have to have reviewed at least two or three other things on Amazon in order to make sure their reviews get kept.
Ah publishing...it is a complicated thing.
People generally laugh when I tell them that what I do for work on a daily basis is automate everything I do on a daily basis so I have less work to do. This is an inherent task that any Dev Op/SRE guy worth his salt will do. The phrase 'If you can do it exactly the same way manually two times in a row automate that shit!' is something of a Creed amongst tech heads.
Basically it means we are a lazy shower of bastards and spend most of our time working on the non-important stuff because we are safe in the knowledge that a script somewhere is doing our job.
Or not....but that is another person's problem
This is something that has transferred into my home-tech life as well. From the get go The Bauble has mainly been an excuse for me to keep trying out new code in a project I actually care about. Add in a Twitter feed or pull images from Instagram. You know things that nobody else actually will give a crap about. But while the code for it and other sites I look after has also been kept up to date with feature-creep, the content never has.
Mainly because I am one lazy mother at the end of the day and having to log into two separate locations seemed to be some mental block for me
Well over the weekend that all changed. I decided that since I finally got a book written and out there in the real world I should start to rant/blog again. Particularly on my writing website. But I didn't want to just abandon The Bauble to the digital wastelands because, let's face it, it's been around for eight years at this stage. So using the Dev Ops laziness I merged the two sites together, kind of.
Basically what I have done is connected the backends of both and rejigged the code of the writing site. What this means is that I can post an entry here and then, if it is actually a writing entry, click a button and push it to the other site as well. Same goes for editing entries on that site, handling the comments, all that good stuff.
Of course I say all this now with great big ideas in my head but I give it about a week before I post nothing again