Birthright

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Ok, so you all read my post about "The Art of being Published" well, I have been set free from this publisher! I simply wrote him a small, but fully packed letter informing him of our contractual agreement to which he was not doing his part in it and that I wanted my ebook that they had published off the market because I did not want my writing represented by this publisher. Oh, and that the manuscripts I had sent to him be destroyed. His reply? "I understand and I wish you the best of luck!" Here I was all set to give him what for if he decided to give me a hard time and his reply back was rather nice and non-offending...darn! Seriously, I'm glad that it went as well as it did. From my last post on this matter, I come to find yet another author who was contracted with this publisher was having the same if not identical situation that I found myself in. So now I wonder how many more authors that are bound by his ill-conceived notion of publishing a

Ok, now I may not know everything when it comes to being published, but I do know when someone isn't doing their end of the bargain. In that I mean, from my experiences there are different kinds of publishers, those who are awesome at what they do and those that bloody stink at it and the in-betweeners (new word for those that don't have a "exact" position in my list yet). A good publisher not only sticks to what they promise and give you a contract for everything they publish of yours and when they give you a deadline for whatever (ie.submissions, edits and publishing date) they stick to it and to me that is great, because being a Type A personality, I have to have things exact and know where things are going so that I can plan accordingly when it comes to book signings, etc. Then, there are the ones who for the life of me...I get rather annoyed with. Not only do they ignore questions you may have asked them, but they don't deliver. Oh sure, they start off

Ok, I know I haven't been around much, that with art courses at night after working 6 hours with autistic students, and my failing health, I now can sit back without any other issues that have been hampering my ability to write and finish my sequel. Oh, I have been writing short stories here and there, but with the rave reviews from people who have read Birthright, I really need to focus now on the sequel. I don't plan on taking another art course this next semester because I want to finish this novel by next year...big dreams huh? Also, I don't if any of you know this, but Birthright goes on consignment at Finnegan's Bookstore in Utica where my story takes place. A book signing to kick it off this coming January, still not sure of the date, I haven't heard back from him. So, I'm hoping for a big success, but I'm not hanging on it though, seems that when I do, it usually doesn't pan out. But I did make an awesome movie of it and a great book pos

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, except dear old Klaus The clothes were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that the blood smell still would be there. The coven were nestled all dead in their beds, While visions of horror played in their heads And Katherine in her black dress and Klaus in his cape Had just finished sucking on the misses’ dear nape. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, He sprang from his feeding to see what was the matter. Away to the window he flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave a worry to people from their homes just below When, what to my blackening eyes should appear, But a gorgeous young woman who stood without fear. With a little waistline, immortal herself, I knew in a moment this was no elf. More rapid than ravens her vamps they did came, And she hissed and shouted, and called them by name!