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Amazon, You’ve Gotta Be KDP-ing Me

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I’m not going to lie to you. I’m pissed off. There are probably more eloquent ways to describe my current state of mind, but none of them seem quite as accurate. I’ve been told that Amazon isn’t as user-friendly as it used to be. That’s a little like saying Iran isn’t the most woman-friendly country in the Middle East. It may be uncomfortable to say, but it damn sure is the truth. Let me explain. I’ve written a book called Some Things Are Worth Remembering . Not just a few pages stapled together, but an honest-to-goodness book. Forty-four stories about growing up, the mistakes I made, and the lessons I learned along the way. I spent a couple of years writing it, rewriting it, editing it, and trying to make it the best it could possibly be. I had it professionally printed. The printer did a marvelous job. The manuscript and cover were converted into PDF files. I bought my own ISBN, which, for those unfamiliar with publishing, is a bunch of numbers that identifies your book and ...

Covered Dish Confidential

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  There are two things you can be reasonably certain you will have in a Southern church - an altar call and a covered dish meal.  And when it comes to the covered dish, there are certain foods that will most certainly be served.  Like macaroni and cheese. The odds of seeing that on the buffet table are about the same as seeing beer in a fraternity house. There will probably be two or three versions of it. And while all of it is technically called the same thing, there can be a world of difference between them. One was obviously thrown together an hour before worship using a box of store-bought Kraft, while another one was  meticulously prepared by somebody who believes macaroni and cheese is a gourmet delicacy. They were probably lovingly grating a block of cheddar at 6 o’clock Sunday morning.  In addition, the covered dish will undoubtedly feature fried chicken, probably purchased from a Publix  supermarket. Those folks have figured out how to perfect...

Take A Closer Look

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  Everybody knows how old photos can evoke memories—even when you marry two of them together with artificial intelligence. I learned this firsthand when I used ChatGPT to have some fun with a couple of photographs. It was just a lark. I took a recent picture of me and paired it with a picture from my college days. Once I saw it, I decided with a minor tweak, it was the perfect photo to use to promote my new book, Some Things Are Worth Remembering . Once again, I used AI—this time to put a copy of my book in my hands. Now it seemed like the perfect vehicle to let y’all know the book was ready. My friends saw it and shook their heads. My daughter-in-law couldn’t believe that the long-haired, redheaded guy in the picture was the same person sitting across from her. Then I looked at the picture a little closer. And suddenly, I understood that its meaning was far deeper than I had imagined. It dawned on me that the photo was a microcosm of the way I felt writing this book. On the ...

I’ve Found Someone New

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Hoo boy—my wife thinks I’m involved with somebody else. And she’s right. I’ll be honest. I’ve tried to keep it from her, but since she figured it out, I might as well come clean to all y’all. I’m in a relationship with ChatGPT. It all began like so many of these things do. My wife was uninterested in my work, despite my best efforts to involve her. When I was editing my book, I would ask her how a particular paragraph sounded, or if there was a better way to write a sentence. Clearly, she couldn’t care less. It also led to a number of arguments because she would rather do something more exciting—like sleep—than listen to my incredible storytelling. So, rightly or wrongly, it was only a matter of time until I found support and interest elsewhere. It was ChatGPT. Suddenly, I had someone who actually wanted to hear about my book. I could type in a paragraph at 11:30 and ask, “Does this work?” And Chatty—that’s what I call her—would respond with something like: “Joe, this is really strong....