Anyone who follows this blog knows I watch a lot of movies. Heck, anyone who’s ever read any of my books knows I watch a lot of movies! From Ushers, Inc. to Double Feature of the Living Dead, half my titles have to do with the movies.
I say all that to say this: I eat a LOT of movie popcorn. I can only imagine how many bags of popcorn I’ve inhaled since I began attending movies regularly at the ripe old age of, say, thirteen?
Thirty-plus years of gorging myself twice a week? Holy cripes, my arteries must look like the inside of some ancient cave, with stalactites and stalagmites full of FAT pinching off my blood flow by the hour! Gawd, I'm getting short of breath just thinking about it! (And don’t even get me started on the damage done by my Little Debbie addiction; that’s a whole other blog post and/or medical file.)
But I’m also addicted to something else: independent authors. I’ve met so many of them during my travels from Twitter to Amazon, from Facebook to Goodreads and back again. From Trisha Wolfe to Tori Scott, from M. R. Merrick to William Van Winkle, from Deb Ryan to Ciar Cullen and SO many more I could list.
And oftentimes I’ll see them with a new book release, and think – usually on my way to another new movie – “I should buy that!” But I’m already out the door, and then I forget, and then another week goes by and I see another five-star review or cover reveal or guest post or giveaway and I think, again, “I should buy that book, but… the movies call, and I want to make sure I have that extra five bucks for my buttery, salty, oily addiction.”
But I was thinking the other day, as I just blindly ordered my usual – small popcorn (hey, at least I order the small), small Coke Zero (see there) and a bag of Twizzlers (not too bad) – and then got ready to pay, “Dang, if I just got rid of one of these items each week, I could buy a LOT more indie YA books!”
So I did; I got rid of one of those items – popcorn. Okay, not that time because I’d already ordered it, but the next time. Okay, okay, I actually haven’t done it yet, but that’s only because I’ve been down with my annual pre-spring sinus infection so haven’t seen a movie yet.
But I know, I KNOW when I finally do feel well enough to go and see Ghost Rider 2 (don’t judge) that I’ll be strong enough, and smart enough, to say, “Bring on the soda and licorice, but hold the popcorn… I’ve got an indie book to buy when I get home.”
Okay, so I probably won’t say that last part because there will no doubt be a line and no one listens to me in real life anyway, but I’ll think it. And I’ve already started! Here are some awesome (reviews coming soon!) YA indie books I’ve purchased since I’ve started my movie popcorn embargo:
Destiny’s Fire by Trisha Wolfe
Doc, the Vampire-Hunting Dog by J. A. Campbell
Think about it: at my movie theater, a small bag of popcorn costs five bucks. Most of the indie books I buy are far less than that. Some are 99 cent EBooks, some are $1.99, or $2.99, but even if they’re $5.99 or only out in print for ten or twelve bucks, what’s more important: doing another indie author a solid and buying their book, or clogging my arteries with another bag of movie popcorn?
Thoughts, comments, corrections, suggestions, grievances? The comment boxes are open, 24/7/365…
Yours in YA,
Rusty
I say all that to say this: I eat a LOT of movie popcorn. I can only imagine how many bags of popcorn I’ve inhaled since I began attending movies regularly at the ripe old age of, say, thirteen?
Thirty-plus years of gorging myself twice a week? Holy cripes, my arteries must look like the inside of some ancient cave, with stalactites and stalagmites full of FAT pinching off my blood flow by the hour! Gawd, I'm getting short of breath just thinking about it! (And don’t even get me started on the damage done by my Little Debbie addiction; that’s a whole other blog post and/or medical file.)
But I’m also addicted to something else: independent authors. I’ve met so many of them during my travels from Twitter to Amazon, from Facebook to Goodreads and back again. From Trisha Wolfe to Tori Scott, from M. R. Merrick to William Van Winkle, from Deb Ryan to Ciar Cullen and SO many more I could list.
And oftentimes I’ll see them with a new book release, and think – usually on my way to another new movie – “I should buy that!” But I’m already out the door, and then I forget, and then another week goes by and I see another five-star review or cover reveal or guest post or giveaway and I think, again, “I should buy that book, but… the movies call, and I want to make sure I have that extra five bucks for my buttery, salty, oily addiction.”
But I was thinking the other day, as I just blindly ordered my usual – small popcorn (hey, at least I order the small), small Coke Zero (see there) and a bag of Twizzlers (not too bad) – and then got ready to pay, “Dang, if I just got rid of one of these items each week, I could buy a LOT more indie YA books!”
So I did; I got rid of one of those items – popcorn. Okay, not that time because I’d already ordered it, but the next time. Okay, okay, I actually haven’t done it yet, but that’s only because I’ve been down with my annual pre-spring sinus infection so haven’t seen a movie yet.
But I know, I KNOW when I finally do feel well enough to go and see Ghost Rider 2 (don’t judge) that I’ll be strong enough, and smart enough, to say, “Bring on the soda and licorice, but hold the popcorn… I’ve got an indie book to buy when I get home.”
Okay, so I probably won’t say that last part because there will no doubt be a line and no one listens to me in real life anyway, but I’ll think it. And I’ve already started! Here are some awesome (reviews coming soon!) YA indie books I’ve purchased since I’ve started my movie popcorn embargo:
Destiny’s Fire by Trisha Wolfe
Doc, the Vampire-Hunting Dog by J. A. Campbell
Think about it: at my movie theater, a small bag of popcorn costs five bucks. Most of the indie books I buy are far less than that. Some are 99 cent EBooks, some are $1.99, or $2.99, but even if they’re $5.99 or only out in print for ten or twelve bucks, what’s more important: doing another indie author a solid and buying their book, or clogging my arteries with another bag of movie popcorn?
Thoughts, comments, corrections, suggestions, grievances? The comment boxes are open, 24/7/365…
Yours in YA,
Rusty
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