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I am not sure how many of you will have seen this yet, but Amazon want to offer lower-priced versions of Kindle e-books to owners of the physical book.

For those of you with dead-tree publishing deals, I wonder what you make of it. It seems like the best of both worlds to me, as a reader especially.

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For all my freelancer friends; I know we have all felt this way before...
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This kind of sums up why I am so tired of being told we don't know what heat is. That's the point; we are not ready for heat. Also, it's pretty humid, since we live on an island, so it feels hotter because you can't sweat...
Heatwave 2013,
An Exposition of the British Experience
We are not use to heat. We are accustomed to rain which makes this island a fertile vibrant green and cold northern winds which make it hardy, not blistering sunshine and blue sky’s. We can cope with the rain by pulling  out our well used umbrellas and rain coats. The cold we can cope with by closing the curtains, cranking up the central heating and drinking hot chocolate.
It’s all very well and good for other countries to scorn us for complaining about heat when they have a constant temperature of 20°c or higher. They are use to it. And there is the key. We are use to rain, hail and the cold so try imaging your Australian/South American/Spanish etc winter dropping to -18°c etc. You would all moan then because you are use to heat. We are use to the cold.
So please allow our frazzled brains a bit of a grumble and moan because we are not designed to cope with sudden heat.
Thank you for your time.
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I am so used to watching things on DVD that waiting a week to resolve a cliff-hanger is kind of strange for me. Also, I've been watching Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin) and thinking 'it cannot end like this' for the past two episodes.
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Daylight Saving Time starts in three weeks for the UK, so bear that in mind when converting times to US equivalents.

Silly practice anyway, since it means that Greenwich is only on Greenwich Mean Time for five months of the year.  And it doesn't actually do anyone any good that I can see, since anyone who needs to take the earlier sunrise into account (like farmers) will not suddenly start waking up an hour earlier.
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It's a good point that the cartoon makes, but James' discussion of his own experiences is just as thought-provoking, probably more so.  We live in a society where we almost fear mental illness, as though it were contagious.  I think even lepers are treated with more kindness...
My dad shared this cartoon, which is from Beatrice the Biologist over on Bookface.

It is hard, damn hard, to admit when something is wrong with your brain and there are many days when I think deciding to be open about my depression was a bad idea. It gives people another stick to hit me with. It was, however, a conscious decision made with full thought and along with my decisions to be more open about who I am, what I think, what I feel and to live with less shame.

Even now, about as depressed as I ever have been and exhausted from coping with that fact I am still capable of doing bits and pieces of work, of getting shit done that really needs to get done. I can still layout a simple book or upload some things for sale. I can still meaningfully participate in discussions. I can still support friends and family going through their own tough times.

You try getting half the shit done that I manage to get done with the physical equivalent of this. Imagine your arm is broken but you still manage to restock the shelves or do inventory. Imagine every movement is stabbing agony but you still make yourself go door to door on a postal route. Imagine you have the flu so bad that every joint aches and your head is swimming with semi-hallucinatory images and you still manage to travel an hour by train to an important social function.

I am fucking amazing in my capacity to cope, to carry on, to get shit done and yet, because its an invisible, mental illness the amazing stuff I do manage to do doesn't register and I get stuck on what I can't do, on wanting to not be an imposition or a bummer and yet when I am in this state I need to be more of an imposition and I need to worry less about bumming people out or not working hard enough.

Living with less shame also means not being ashamed to admit when I'm broken and need help.

I am broken and I need help.

I don't know what anyone can actually do of course. The straws breaking my back are things nobody can actually help with or are too much to ask. I'm so out of it the last few days I don't even have the energy to maintain the brilliant job I did tidying the house before - and it's sliding back to mucky and cluttered. Just cooking the evening meal is too much for me to cope with and I've been being lazy about cooking for a month and now the cupboard is virtually bare.

These are things people can't actually help with and even if they could I'd refuse it. I don't know what I need or want really, I just know I'm desperately low and that I always go out of my way to help and emotionally support the people I love and care about - and that's most people I know. I need some of that karma paid back somehow. I just don't know how.

See how much I rock? I didn't even end this by apologising which is what I'd normally do.
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I know many Americans following me will disagree, but this is where I stand on the issue...
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