Unusual Concentrations is my first experiment with digital self-publishing. It’s a bleak, funny, sad, strange story about London, crime, coffee and careless talk. You can buy all 40,000 words of it for precisely the price of a disappointing medium latte at S***bucks. I assure you the novella gives better value.
[Kindle users: Unusual Concentrations is indeed available via the Amazon marketplace, but some of you might prefer to use this somewhat less Imperial outlet instead. It’s easier than you might think to transfer .mobi files to your Kindle. A tutorial on that can be found here.]
I’ve been completely snowed under by work for the last week or so, but now that I’m climbing out from the wreckage, I see I missed this. Now I know what I’ll be reading this weekend.
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Ultimately, it’s 2015, gang. If a massive publisher like Marvel with 70 or so books and well over 150 different creators can’t hire at least 10 female creators, they’re just not trying hard enough. There are so many talented women doing amazing work in this industry right now. It’s not hard to find great female cretors. Marvel’s usual response to a lack of diversity is to point out that there’s more coming, and that’s all well and good, but tomorrow is not today. And today, these numbers are rough. It’s even worse because it’s their big relaunch month. At a time when all eyes will be on Marvel, female creators will be few and far between. Not cool, Marvel. Sort of shameful, Marvel. Get it together, Marvel.
The most interesting thing about the Gawker shenanigans isn’t the question of whether or not this is the end of Gawker (It’s obviously not), but the fact that the Internet has changed so much in the last few years, and Gawker was not only unprepared, but apparently unaware of the change before publishing the Conde Nast story.
