1.) Scribd launched Smashwords authors on their site.
2.) Inkbok went live.
Both sites are ebook subscription services, which means that you pay a monthly fee to download all the books you want. Including mine.
As a Smashwords author on Scribd, I get a free subscription for a year. Today was the first day I had a chance to sit down and tool around on the site and so far, I've downloaded . . . well, I'd really rather not say how many books I've downloaded. Suffice it to say that I'm going to be spending a lot of quality time with my Kindle.
I am reminded of when Netflix first launched. Once upon a time, I would drop $40 a week on video rentals, easy. I had come to prefer Hollywood Video to Blockbuster because they had a better selection of indie (yes, even then, I was an indie girl) and foreign films, but that wasn't saying much. Then, of course, there was the scrambling around on Monday morning to get the videos returned before the late fees kicked in. When my husband told me about Netflix, my mouth went dry and my palms went sweaty. I'm sure my eyes glowed with the peculiar fervor of a religious convert. I was all, "Yes, yes we must do this thing immediately." For about three years, my queue was constantly maxed out, and I could be found, most evenings and weekends, squarely glued to the couch, luxuriating in the thousands of film titles, new and old, foreign and domestic. I had, indeed, found my religion.
Now this? This thing with Scribd and Inkbok? Is gonna be worse.
It's like Christmas and the Holy Grail and winning a jackpot and kittens and fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies and all kinds of great and good things all rolled up into one. No, I don't think I'm exaggerating. If it's possible to have the good kind of panic attack, I may be having it right now.
In other words . . .
So, yeah. Don't look for me for a while. I'm going to go get hopped up on fiction.