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Friday, December 30, 2011

Free copy of Birthright

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Free book offer!
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Expires: May 18, 2012

To start out the new year I am offering to all my friends and anyone else a free copy
of my Best Seller Birthright!

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!!! Please give a review when finished reading.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

I'm free!

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 are finding difficulty as well and don't know better?

To end this post, I will say how much better I feel knowing that my writings are back and totally mine to do what I wish and publish them with another publisher.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

The Art of being published

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 good (the infamous hook) and tell you all their marketing, promotional strategies and what they plan on doing with your work, and then...ba-zinga...the first telltale signs start to creep out and then you begin to have your doubts about having signed a contract with them. "Oh, that little voice inside me is "really" giving it to me good." Should have listened to it.

I get super annoyed when I'm told one thing and then it doesn't pan out! How in the bloody hell am I to organize book signings or promotional events if what I'm told doesn't happen, makes me look like I don't know what the hell I'm doing when in all cases it's the publishers fault!

So, I'm venting out my frustrations because right now I'm in one of those predicaments and I'm pissed off, annoyed and whatever other choice word I may come up with.

So, if you are a newbie at writing, word of advise to you, check the publisher out thoroughly, make sure you get a contract with every new submission, check out what reviews there are from past authors that have worked with them. This I did and found nothing bad about them, so that didn't work for me. It wasn't until I was already into it that their true colors came out...grrrr and if you have any doubts or mis-understandings you don't comprehend clearly...ASK and keep asking until you get what you want and feel comfortable with the results. Also, if you have a little voice, feeling inside you that makes you doubt the publisher, you are more than likely correct and should avoid them at all costs.

One more thing, a 2 year rights on your work is a bit excessive and so that should be a red flag right there.

To end this, I will say, good luck to all of you and your writings, may you all have great successes.

By the way, AngelicKnight Press and Vamplit Publishing are the two best publishers to work with!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Art classes are done...look out sequel here I come!

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 poster to put in their window.

So, I'll be in touch more now that things, well some things, have died down a bit. I'll keep you posted on my opening event at Utica.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Twas the Night That Was Creepy

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!

“Now Devon! Now Dion! Now, Petter and Vic!
On, Conrad! On, Curtis! On, Donovan and Nick!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now fly away! Fly away! Fly away all!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the vampires they flew,
With throats parched and thirsty and ready to chew!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard outside
The screaming and hissing of each vampires cry.
As Klaus drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Victoria came with a bound.

She was dressed all in black, from her head to her foot,
And her clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A group of newborns she had by her back,
And she looked like she was ready for her first midnight snack.

Her eyes how they twinkled! Her fangs sharp and pointy!
Her face was like winter, cold and so icy!
Her red little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the skin of her chest was as white as the snow.

The stump of a finger held tight in her teeth,
And the blood that was oozing, pooled just beneath
She had a small face and a little round ass,
That shook when she ran, quick like and fast!

She was sexy and fine, a perfect old vamp
An d Klaus got turned on when he saw her run up the steep ramp.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave her to know she had nothing to dread.

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all his needs then turned with a jerk.
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney she rose!

She sprang to her feet, to her coven gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, “ere she flew out of sight,
“Happy blood sucking to all, and to all a good-night!”