Wednesday Wing – Guard Against Your Amazon Reviews Being Removed #wwwblogs @TerryTyler4

This is good advice if you have had any of your Amazon review removed.

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This week on Wednesday Wing…

Writers/Reviewers: Guard against your Amazon reviews being removed.

Terry Tyler offers advice and thoughts on the matter.

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There has been much blogged about lately on the subject of Amazon removing book reviews. I am no authority on this subject, but believe their principle is to counteract the growing number of fake reviews; writers who cannot get them any other way (I will not go into the reasons for this right now!) have perhaps made use of the various sites around the internet that sell five star reviews. The owners of such sites do not read the books, but just post reviews. I saw one that had posted around a hundred on the same day, all of which consisted of the five star rating and one word, ‘brillent’, which I imagine was supposed to say ‘brilliant’; I suspect many of these sites are run by scammers…

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Happy Now?

My thoughts, exactly.

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It is day four in the Big Brexit house.

I had hoped after Friday’s absolute catastrophe of a day that the country might somehow magically rally over the weekend. I mean, when you plunge your country into possible ruin on the promise of a golden future that will allow it to rise like a phoenix from the flames, you have a plan, right?

As it turns out, you don’t. The only person that seems to have any plan at all, and be acting on it rather than just spouting meaningless Churchillian rhetoric is Nicola Sturgeon, and I can’t even vote for her.

I was distraught and angry on Friday. I had hoped to feel better by today. Instead I am running on barely controlled rage and getting more enraged by the moment.

Here are a few things I am furious about:

Firstly, leave voters telling me to calm down. I’m sorry…

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Think You Couldn’t Possibly Lose Your Amazon Publishing Account? Think Again.

A terrifying situation for an indie author.

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There’s this indie author I know a little bit from the Kboards.com forum. Her name is Pauline Creeden, and she’s an ordinary midlister, like so many of us. I remember PMing her some time ago and gushing about how particularly beautiful one of her book covers is — the one for Chronicles of Steele: Raven.collection Here, I’ll include an image. Gorgeous, eh?

Anyway, today I tuned in to Kboards and noticed that Pauline had started a thread. It contained what’s surely the worst news possible for an indie author: Amazon had closed her publishing account. All her ebooks had been taken off sale. Permanently. Here’s the email she got from Amazon:

We are reaching out to you because we have detected that borrows for your books are originating from systematically generated accounts. While we support the legitimate efforts of our publishers to promote their books, attempting to manipulate…

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The saga of converting my UK driving license to an Italian driving license

The downside of being immersed in the final stages of writing a book, I find, is that I shut out everyday life. My story and characters become my life, in effect. At the back of my mind, I knew I should get my UK driving license converted into an Italian one, especially as my UK license was due to expire in June, but I set the task aside until I’d released Three. With hindsight, I wish I hadn’t done that…large_read-reflect-write-repeat

Publication week over, I paid a visit to the Italian Automobile Club’s office in Asolo on Monday to find out what documentation I’d need. Online information was sparse and contradictory. The lovely lady behind the counter told me to come back on Wednesday evening between 5-6 pm (the working day goes on longer in this area due to the fact that people take a three hour break for lunch). I’d need to have a “visita medica” and bring my UK license, two photos, my Italian ID card and my codice fiscal (social security). Great, I thought, seems simple enough. Ha, if only I’d known… UI Driving License

Wednesday evening, I took my place in the queue to see the doctor, an officious man who seemed to be taking delight in telling people to get new glasses. When my turn came, my eyes and hearing were tested. All good. Phew! And then, the question, “Have you got a “Certificato Anamnestico per Rinnovo Patente” from your GP?” I gulped. WTF? “I didn’t know I’d need one.”

The lovely lady behind the counter, clearly feeling guilty for not telling me about this extra piece of paper, tried to help. But the doctor wasn’t having any of it. I needed to see my GP. Bear in mind, this was Wednesday evening. And, surprise, surprise, Thursday was June 2nd, Italian National Day, and a public holiday. “Try and see her now,” he suggested. So I drove to her surgery, twenty minutes away, only to find it was her afternoon off. Back at the Automobile Club’s office, the doctor said he categorically couldn’t let me have his certificate without seeing the one from my GP first. The lovely lady behind the counter came to my assistance, and it was decided she’d keep the eye test results and would let me have them when I came back with my GP’s certificate in two days’ time. Friday was the last day I could apply for my Italian license as my UK one would expire on Sunday, hence the urgency. I would have to take all my documentation to Motorizzazione (Department of Transport) in Treviso between 11 am and midday on Friday.

Up with the sparrows on Friday morning, I went to my GP’s surgery. The waiting room was filled with people who had made appointments. Obviously, I did not have an appointment as, by the time I knew I’d need one, it was too late to phone and Thursday was a holiday. So, I sat and waited. And waited. And waited. Woo hoo, at 9.30, my GP was free to see me, when she’d told me it would probably not have been until eleven.

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After answering a few questions about my general health, and paying 61 Euros for the certificate (1 Euro = 1.10 USD), I left my GP’s surgery with the certificato in my hand and drove to the Automobile Club. The lovely lady behind the counter took a photocopy of all my documents and asked for 31 Euros to cover the eye test and tax. Then she gave me a bill to pay for my new license for 45,76 Euros. I couldn’t pay this to her, but could pay it at a newsagents or Post Office. By now, time was marching on and I was starting to panic. Treviso is a good 45 minutes’ drive away, and I wanted to get there by eleven. Back in our village, I went to the newsagents’ and tried to pay there. No way. It would have to be at the Post Office with their notorious queues. Thankfully, it was only next door. And, thankfully again, the queue wasn’t too bad. Only two people in front of me. However, they took an age to conclude their business, not to mention have a chat with the lady behind the counter, as one does in Italy. Eventually, it was my turn and I paid, got the appropriate receipt, and set off for Treviso by 10.30 to arrive at Motorizzazione at 11.15.

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You can imagine my horror when I stepped into the waiting room. There were over twenty people queuing! people queing

How would they see all of us by midday? Especially as there were only two people serving behind the counter. I took a seat and waited, my eye on the clock. At midday, there were still ten people in front of me. Would they turf us all out and tell us to come back on Monday? I heaved a sigh of relief when they simply locked the door. We would all be seen. Yay!

Finally, another lovely lady behind the counter checked my documentation and I waited nervously for her to tell me I’d need something else. But no, all was in order. Just one moment of panic when she asked me where I’d passed my driving test. If it had been in China, I wouldn’t have been able to convert my license, but, thankfully, I’d actually taken my test in Italy and had converted my Italian license to a UK license when we’d first gone to live in England. All I had to do was fill in another piece of paper and sign that this is what had occurred. The lovely lady behind the counter gave me a receipt, and said my new license should be ready entre un mesetto “within about a month.” But she did take my phone number, “in case there are any problems.” Ha! I’m keeping fingers, toes, and everything else crossed…

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