Amazon Prime Offer for Authors

Meditator sitting on floor with head disappearing.

I woke up this morning to an email from Amazon.com. I cannot disclose the exact amount of money that they were offering me, but it was pretty substantial considering I don’t make all that many sales of the book on a monthly basis.

The name of the program is Amazon Prime Reading. Prime readers can take advantage of this offer where they can borrow up to ten books at a time and read at their leisure. As an author of a book in Amazon Prime Reading, I get a one time fee and I continue to collect the regular royalties that come through book sales through their usual channels.

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Free at Amazon Prime until June.
The real advantage to the author in joining this program is that Sales Rank and Author Rank usually increases astronomically. This can increase sales of other books in the same niche.


For about the last year this book has been selling around 100 copies per month. That is not many considering the niche that the book is in. Other successful books in the same niche are selling thousands of copies per month.

This offer comes at a very interesting time because I was just considering writing another meditation book to help people get further in the process.

The topic for the new book will be something like 30 Meditation Tips to Supercharge your Practice. Or something similar.

Initially, when this offer started with Amazon offering Amazon authors money to join this program, it started out around $5000 USD for 90 days. Some authors are offered $1000 dollars, and others are offered just $500 dollars or even no money at all. Apparently there is some slot to fill in the meditation category that matches my book.

The wording of the email from Amazon was not very specific. It told me that I would have to keep my books in KTPAndAmazon select for the full 90 days if I wanted to take advantage of this offer. The money is paid to me at the end of the 90 days.

Some authors are saying they join the program only to have it take months before they were able to see their book added to the program. So they left the book in Amazon Select for that many months before it even started. Of course, some authors see this as unfair. An email to support usually cleared it right up, though not always in the author’s best interest.

I will let you know how things go in the near future with this. I hope that it gives a substantial boost to my Author Rank and also Author Sales Rank in Amazon.

If you know of another author who has gone through this program and you know some specifics about the results, could you please email me or leave a comment below to let me know what happened?

Thank you, and Cheers!

Where is the Best Place in the World to Write?

Thailand - best place in the world to writeChew on that question for a bit and let me present my case for Thailand being the best place in the world to write for a living.

I hadn’t thought much about it, though it’s quite obvious to me after fourteen years in Thailand.

Thailand is, if not the ultimate, it’s one of the best places to come to live your life as a writer.

Cost of Living

Cheeeep. My wife and I, for one year, survived on $300 USD per month. Where can you do that in America? Canada? Mexico? You can’t. The cost of living in Thailand is freakishly low, and in fact, the per capita income is something like $200 per month. The flight here will cost $1,000 – 1,500. Once you’re here, if you just need to subsist and have basic internet and food – and you’re not a drinker or crack addict you’ll be able to live on $350-500 per month without resorting to eating silkworms, bamboo worms, scorpions, and crickets – but you could if you wanted to.

Income

Many writers just write for a living in Thailand. It’s quite possible. If you can make $500 per month from your various writing assignments, consistently, you can call yourself a full-time writer and be living the dream – doing nothing but writing.

Some take jobs teaching English. Teachers make, on average, about $1,000 per month. Of course, it takes 8 hours of your day that you could be writing. If you have a Bachelor’s degree in anything you can teach English in Thailand. There are some more requirements, and I’ve written a book about teaching in Thailand.

Natural Beauty

I spent 6 years in Hawaii and 14 years in Thailand. Thailand compares very favorably with the beauty of Hawaii. It’s much more diverse – with amazing beaches, islands, and cool mountains in the north. Thailand is every bit as beautiful as Hawaii.

Stress as a Writer in Thailand?

My stress levels moving from the pressure-cooker USA to Thailand have dropped by a factor of 25. I no longer worry about things that I used to. The food is absolutely amazing. The people – pure gold. Temperature? I thrive in warm climates so the heat isn’t bad for me, it does get cooler in the northeast if you want to go there to write. Car insurance? It’s $25 per year. Health insurance? You don’t need it. My friend had 2 brain surgeries after a motorbike accident – stayed in a hospital a month. Bill? $2,200 USD.

Imagine a place where you can speed your vehicle at will and never worry about a speeding ticket. Yes, it’s paradise to live in Thailand as a writer. You can write daily without the little things bothering you. I have had a couple years of writing 1,000,000+ words. This year won’t be any different. This year I’ve already completed a couple e-books and I’m 50 pages into “Collecther” – a thriller killer novel, and 30 pages into “Spicy Thai Diet“.

Thailand is the best place to write if you’re a full-time writer and need low stress, fun, and new experiences to fuel the fire of your creativity.

Any questions?

Patrick Fisher – Thailand

Hi Patrick,

You sent me a message, but the email didn’t come through, so I cannot respond. Send another msg. if you get this.

At any rate, your comments were right on – regarding a couple of my books. The books you read were some of my first attempts at the written word, and I’ve since insisted on using an editor for all books!

Fat chance you’ll see this because RSS feeds are finished, but who knows?

Cheers,

Vern

Recipe for Chaos – a Milestone Reached

Hannah Lindsay, literary editor
This is Hannah. Don’t let the cute cat fool ya.

Finally submitted the first chapter to the editor, and she tore that shit to pieces! So happy to finally get going on this. I’ll never be a writer that skips the editor. Nope, not after that crucifiction (I know). I’ll stick to writing good drafts and let the editor worry about turning it into magic.

New editor – happy as hell with her too. Oh, she’s related. No, not my sister, she has real life to worry about. This is my sister’s daughter. My niece. She’s cold as ice. A heartless wordfiend from the depths of western Pennsylvania!

She’ll whip me into shape.

Something better.

So, she looked at the INTRO for Recipe for Chaos – and she slaughtered me. No fear though, I’m coming back for more. Just need to edit another chapter before I zip it off to her. This one will take a while, so I asked if she had anything better to do than editing my 3 short stories while she was moping around the house. We’ll see what her answer is tomorrow.

If you need a book or article edited, and you want 100% straight-shooter, my niece Hannah is your girl. I mean, if she won’t blow smoke up my ass, she certainly isn’t going to let you off the hook. She’ll catch everything you dorked up, and help you straighten it out.

Obscurity Knocks | Becoming a Writer

Sitting at my tin-metal desk gazing out the spiderweb-filled second-floor window at coconut palms and Thai flags flying on the blood meridian. There’s a secondhand shop across the 4-lane road. Above it and three kilometers away is a small limestone mountain where I catch snakes a hundred times a year.

At 5:30 pm. the guy with only a quarter of his teeth is going to be-bop his way down the sidewalk to the blue plastic trash bin. He’ll find at least one plastic bottle, and sometimes a plastic bag to pull out. He’ll walk back toward the street leading to his home watching everyone drive by. Sometimes he smiles and gives shocked looks to passersby. He isn’t shocked, it’s just his way.

I sit up here ‘working’ as the rest of the world is in action. I think. They work. I contemplate. They suck it up.

I have massive ambition. I have goals that must be met. I just cannot figure out the plan for meeting them.

Obscurity knocks.

I’ve done so much. So much of little consequence. I’m sitting here deciding the future for us. My family. I have a little girl, 8, and her mom is 34. Grandma is with us, for something to do. She’s 63.

I am a young 51. I planned life exactly like this when I was a teen. I saw far too many people not enjoying life, and my intent was to enjoy mine. I figured I’d get serious about life at 50. I came close. I was about 48 when things changed and I got serious about life. About money. About GTD. About legacy.

I’ve saved enough to seek greener grass. Taiwan. Thailand has worn on us. The moss has grown thick on my ass. If we don’t go now, we’re not going anywhere. Scary thought.

Teaching English is not my forte. I’m a disservice to the kids. I know I shouldn’t. But, it’s an implicit part of the plan if we move. We’d move not just to escape some of the worst Thailand has to offer but to save money. Way past time to save a lot of money… in hindsight.

So, like most writers, I face a crossroad. A decision to go this way or that. There is an uphill road, and there is a steep uphill road.

Which to take?

The first 51 years in literal obscurity.

The next 50 in what?

Obscurity Knocks – Trashcan Sinatras

Always at the foot of the photograph – that’s me there
Snug as a thug in a mugshot pose, a foul-mouthed rogue
Owner of this corner and not much more
Still these days I’m better placed to get my just rewards
I’ll pound out a tune and very soon
I’ll have too much to say and a dead stupid name

Though I ought to be learning I feel like a veteran
Of “oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems”
Calendars crumble I’m knee deep in numbers
I’ve turned 21, I’ve twist, I’m bust and wrong again

Rubbing shoulders with the sheets till two
Looking at my watch and I’m half-past caring
In the lap of luxury it comes to me
Is this headboard hard? am I a lap behind?
But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself
Is the kind of fate I never contemplate
Lots of people would cry though none spring to mind

Though I ought to be learning I feel like a veteran
Of “oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems”
Calendars crumble I’m knee deep in numbers
I’ve turned 21, I’ve twist, I’m bust and wrong again

Know what it’s like
To sigh at the sight of the first quarter of life?
Ever stopped to think and found out nothing was there?

They laugh to see such fun
I’m playing blind man’s bluff all by myself
And they’re chanting a line from a nursery rhyme
“Ba ba bleary eyes – have you any idea?”

Years of learning I must be a veteran
Of “oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems”
And the calendar’s cluttered with days that are numbered
I’ve turned 21, I’ve twist, I’m bust and wrong again
Ought to be learning
Twist, I’m bust and wrong again
Feel like a veteran
Twist, I’m bust and wrong again
Calendar’s cluttered
With days that are numbered
And I know what it’s like
To sigh at the sight
Of the first quarter of life