Symi, Stuff & Nonsense
[News: Yianni Poseidon will be taking the boat out on April 30th if he has enough people. Find him in the harbour during the day and book in advance.]
Before setting off on my walk yesterday, I had a look to see what was my ‘best selling’ book of this year so far. I do this from time to time as some kind of masochistic dabbling. I never really publicise the books, so I never expect large sales, and thus, I am never disappointed when I look at my stats. I wasn’t disappointed yesterday either. In terms of Kindle and print sales, ‘Symi, Stuff & Nonsense‘ comes out top of the list, followed by ‘Symi 85600’ and then the Saddling series. In terms of page reads under Kindle Unlimited, ‘Remotely’ is top of the list, followed by ‘The Saddling’ and then ‘Symi 85600’ and ‘Carry on up the Kali Strata.’ That last one, ‘Carry on’ works better on KU because it’s costly to buy, and that’s got something to do with the photos and layout, but that’s another story. KU, or Kindle Unlimited, I believe gives you so many titles to ‘borrow’ from the KU library each month and us authors get a share of the overall number of page reads. That’s million of pages read across the world each month, and for every page of one of my books read under KU, I get $0.004 – way hay!
Meanwhile, back with my feet on the ground, I tramped up the hill again yesterday, this time to the main road bridge that crosses the ravine behind the village. That’s the ravine where rocks and debris tumbled down during that horrific storm of 2017, taking out half a house at least, and several steps and causing all manner of damage. Luckily, the council had cleared out a collection of dumped white goods sometime before, and few people had thrown anything else into it between times. It’s still clear of human rubbish, I am pleased to say.
So, the photos today are from my stroll on Monday. I saw the mules again yesterday, this time running down through Leoni with Tassos driving behind. It’s at least 2.5 miles from where they live to the village, so I expect a good trot wakes them up for the day’s labouring, but I hate to think how they feel on the trudge home at clocking off time.
