November 10, 2013
August 14, 2013
So one of the interesting things here has been figuring out how to do the TNSSG swag. It’s all Vista Print all the time and Vista Print will happily co-host a storefront for you if — you expect 400 orders per month.
Cafe Press does stuff but they’re getting pretty damn expensive. And if you want a full store front instead of one image at a time on one link at a time, there’s a hosting fee per month and what have you it gets out of control.
Squarespace is a pretty cool new up and comer. But I already have a hosting service, urls, and product, and it’s $25 per month to run a site with a store through them [pretty as they may be] and then an additional fee to run merchandise through someone I don’t have an account with and don’t know. Not Square. Not Paypal. Someone entirely new. Hmm.
Ultimately, I figured, at $25 a month plus additional fees on every sale, I could buy Easy Cart for WordPress for $120 and in four to five months it would have paid for itself. So I went Easy Cart.
Easy Cart wasn’t a real friendly interface and I was willing to give up and ask for my money back after the first week, but the Easy Cart people are sort of like pit bulls, and said, No, we won’t give you back your money, we will make this WORK.
That sort of pissed me off going in, but ultimately turned out to be a good thing. The TNSSG swag page is up, and working, and it took hours both on my part and theirs to make this all fly and they never bitched about their hours. [Though I bitched about mine some.] And voila.
TNSSG Swag! Yay!
Also 5150 swag and AFW swag, though those do not apply to you unless you are part of 5150 or AFW.
It is odd how I tend to be proudest of the things that were hardest to pull off, and to take for granted the things that were easier. I don’t know if a difficulty level should be a gradient of “proud.” Maybe I should take as much pride or pleasure in what comes easy. The stuff that comes easy is, after all, in some circles, called a gift from God. But still, I often give more clout to what does not come easy. To what I had to sweat and fight for.
That cart did not come easy. But god dammit it’s pretty. And hopefully works.
Love and Kisses,
Your Cart Crazy Adams Girl
July 28, 2013
July 23, 2013
I am a guest on Wordplay stop by and hit the Scripts forum to chat about the biz end of film writing.
May 6, 2013
Some Twitter stalker going all balls out to hit me. This happens. The stalker thing. I appear to be stalker candy.
Sometimes I wonder if I should even be out in the world, but, fuck it, I want to live my life.
It generally happens because someone makes up in his or her mind what I am supposed to be. And then splat, they meet me, and I’m not it. Ahhh! She isn’t my imagined girl on the unicorn! Ahhhh!
Look I’m not a girl on a unicorn. And a very smart friend once told me, Look, you owe people who bought the book one thing and one thing only: The book. And you don’t have to be anything more or less than that. The end.
This fucker didn’t even buy the book. He just chased me around on Twitter. His intro was him telling me how amusing he found the Boston Marathon Bombing and West, Texas explosions. And since I did not find either amusing, it went downhill from there.
But he kept following me.
When I posted, Had anyone read the book who could give it a review? He said, “So, did I want HIM to give it a review”?
It was a threat.
I said I’d prefer people who read the book gave it reviews. And then he got more freaky and I blocked him.
He reviewed the book on Amazon. Just like he promised to do if I wasn’t nicer to him. A book he never read.
And he started a WordPress blog titled MaxAdamsAndTwitter. And pasted my photo on it and went to town with posts — with a link off his Amazon “review.”
WordPress took the blog down. Seeing as it was wearing my name and was draped in my photos and that’s kind of fucked up.
Amazon, however, is a little kinder and friskier with stalkers.
Amazon was the link out to the Max Adams Stalker Blog, see. But no worries. First, Amazon couldn’t find the one 1 star review on the book’s Amazon page even with an ISBN and link to the review. I know, that was the first email a week or so later after I asked for help.
(No worries, Amazon, I will send them to you again.)
Then, the review that flat out says “I didn’t read the book I just hate and want to fuck with the author” and links to a WordPress blog wearing the author’s name and photo attacking the author, well, no worries. That doesn’t violate Amazon terms of service. Because I guess being a conduit to personal and professional attacks on authors on the internet is no biggy, Amazon?
For fuck’s sake, Amazon, what are your terms of service?
I have to go call my lawyers now to find out what it means when an online business is actively operating as a conduit for personal and professional stalker attacks on female individuals through the internet. I asked for help more than once from you guys.
Love and Kisses,
Your Fuck You Amazon Adams Girl
PS: Hey, I posted your photo up there, you won’t mind right? You didn’t mind linking out to a stalker who was posting my photos, so I figured it would not bother you. Smooches!
April 7, 2013
It would just end with the book site, right?
I revamped SeeMaxRun too.
That one was hard. Not because it was particularly hard to do the revamp work, but because there is so much history in SeeMaxRun. Years of my life were chronicled in pages and posts on that site. But, SeeMaxRun was created originally in 2000. The code is really old. The layout went through three overhauls and used tags and addresses from three different origins. As much as I love it, it was time.
I think it turned out real pretty.
March 31, 2013
I have been working my little fingers to the bone revamping the book site. Go see. It’s pretty.
January 13, 2013
Wants to tell everyone else what to do. What god to worship, what person to marry, what food to eat, what drugs to take, what to drink, what to smoke, what to wear, what to drive, what gun to own, what books to read, what websites to visit, what movies to see, what television to watch, what radio to listen to — cripes, people. How about everyone just go worry about their own freaking god/marriage/food/drugs/drink/smoke/clothes/car/gun/books/internet/movies/television/radio and leave mine alone?
PS: While we are at it, what is the freaking story on 21 years of age drinking laws? If you are a “legal adult” at 18 and can get married, pay taxes, and pick up a gun and DIE for your country, you ought to be able to legally decide for yourself whether or not to drink an alcoholic beverage.