Beem Weeks's Blog, page 14
February 3, 2013
Cursing In Stories
The other day I attempted to watch a popular comedian on a DVD I recently purchased. I was at my mother's house when I decided to view the comedy concert. Two minutes into the show, Mom hit the stop button. "Too much," she said. Too much humor? Too much laughing? Nope! Too much cursing--especially that F word.
I can understand Mom's complaint--to an extent. Mom won't watch movies filled with that particular offending word. Some great films have gone unwatched because of that word. Raging Bull is a classic film, but all Mom recalls of that movie is the over-use of that F word.
It is possible to make great films, write wonderful novels, or tell funny jokes without that word. There's a whole history of fantastic movies, books, and comedic shows to prove that statement. But what if the writer is trying to bring that element of reality into his/her story?
A novel about a gangbanger dealing drugs on some inner-city street corner won't have him calling his enemy--the one intent on killing him--a stupid dummy. When arguing over the proper way to dispose of a body freshly whacked by a pair of mobsters, it's not likely they'll toss a bunch of gee-whiz's and golly-wow's into the mix.
For all it's harshness, obscene language is still just that: language. It's how we talk--whether in English or any other dialect. Give a listen to some of those great old James Cagney gangster movies. He's tough, a hot-head, and violent. And while he never utters a curse word--Hollywood code prohibited vulgarity--the performances are intense.
But are they real? Are they genuine?
Does a movie like White Heat stand up against modern classics like Goodfellas or Pulp Fiction? That's for film critics to debate--though I do have my own opinions.
Gratuitous cursing detracts from any story--as does gratuitous sex and violence. But these things do have their place in a story meant to reflect the reality of an era, a place, or a culture. I won't be able to convince Mom of this--I've tried. But that's okay. Each individual is responsible for self. It's your story, tell it how you imagine it.
I can understand Mom's complaint--to an extent. Mom won't watch movies filled with that particular offending word. Some great films have gone unwatched because of that word. Raging Bull is a classic film, but all Mom recalls of that movie is the over-use of that F word.
It is possible to make great films, write wonderful novels, or tell funny jokes without that word. There's a whole history of fantastic movies, books, and comedic shows to prove that statement. But what if the writer is trying to bring that element of reality into his/her story?
A novel about a gangbanger dealing drugs on some inner-city street corner won't have him calling his enemy--the one intent on killing him--a stupid dummy. When arguing over the proper way to dispose of a body freshly whacked by a pair of mobsters, it's not likely they'll toss a bunch of gee-whiz's and golly-wow's into the mix.
For all it's harshness, obscene language is still just that: language. It's how we talk--whether in English or any other dialect. Give a listen to some of those great old James Cagney gangster movies. He's tough, a hot-head, and violent. And while he never utters a curse word--Hollywood code prohibited vulgarity--the performances are intense.
But are they real? Are they genuine?
Does a movie like White Heat stand up against modern classics like Goodfellas or Pulp Fiction? That's for film critics to debate--though I do have my own opinions.
Gratuitous cursing detracts from any story--as does gratuitous sex and violence. But these things do have their place in a story meant to reflect the reality of an era, a place, or a culture. I won't be able to convince Mom of this--I've tried. But that's okay. Each individual is responsible for self. It's your story, tell it how you imagine it.
February 1, 2013
Drive-In Movies
I just spent the past few hours Googling long-gone drive-in theaters from my area. It's amazing what we are able to do with today's technology. With only a handful of keystrokes, I was able to pull up pictures of lost relics I visited during those wonderful summer nights of the 1970s and 1980s.
Mingled with those ancient photographs were stories from others who recalled similar glory days spent seated in cars, watching films we now deem classics--or corny. "Let's all go to the lobby and have ourselves a snack."
Early on it was family time at those shows. But then the teenage years with those brand new hormones lured us to the drive-in, apart from prying parents, putting us in the mindset for some kissing, maybe, hoping to get past second base with that someone special.
It became an event, an American tradition played out all summer long across this great nation. And it didn't matter the era, either--50s, 60s, 70s, or 80s. It played out the same.
The movies had little to do with the adventure. There are few films I can recall once I reached those teen years. Maybe there'd be a carload of buddies going there, a case of beer in the trunk, ideas of meeting girls in our heads. And most of the time there were girls with those same crazy notions of meeting guys. They call it hooking up today. We just called it fun.
The older we get, the more we reach back for a quick touch from the past. "What were those girls names we met that time in 1984? You know, the night we went to see Red Dawn?" Old friends remind me, "Pam, Vanessa, and Cheryl." True story--though I won't go into details.
Like youth, those old spots vanish with time, victim to the wrecking crew, replaced by the modern. There was a drive-in just outside of Lansing, Michigan, called the Crest. Family entertainment--until 1973. That's when it became an adult movie theater. Funny thing is, it was torn down and replaced by a Catholic church. How's that for messing with somebody's memories? Of course, I never went there after it ceased being family oriented. Truth. But all those other drive-in theaters that once dotted the landscape maintain a hold on my fondest memories--even if they are gone.
I miss those days. I'm sure many others miss those days as well. Kids today will never know the great fun of a drive-in movie beneath the stars on a warm summer night. And maybe that's not such a bad thing, either. It's something that belongs only to those of us who lived it.
Mingled with those ancient photographs were stories from others who recalled similar glory days spent seated in cars, watching films we now deem classics--or corny. "Let's all go to the lobby and have ourselves a snack."
Early on it was family time at those shows. But then the teenage years with those brand new hormones lured us to the drive-in, apart from prying parents, putting us in the mindset for some kissing, maybe, hoping to get past second base with that someone special.
It became an event, an American tradition played out all summer long across this great nation. And it didn't matter the era, either--50s, 60s, 70s, or 80s. It played out the same.
The movies had little to do with the adventure. There are few films I can recall once I reached those teen years. Maybe there'd be a carload of buddies going there, a case of beer in the trunk, ideas of meeting girls in our heads. And most of the time there were girls with those same crazy notions of meeting guys. They call it hooking up today. We just called it fun.
The older we get, the more we reach back for a quick touch from the past. "What were those girls names we met that time in 1984? You know, the night we went to see Red Dawn?" Old friends remind me, "Pam, Vanessa, and Cheryl." True story--though I won't go into details.
Like youth, those old spots vanish with time, victim to the wrecking crew, replaced by the modern. There was a drive-in just outside of Lansing, Michigan, called the Crest. Family entertainment--until 1973. That's when it became an adult movie theater. Funny thing is, it was torn down and replaced by a Catholic church. How's that for messing with somebody's memories? Of course, I never went there after it ceased being family oriented. Truth. But all those other drive-in theaters that once dotted the landscape maintain a hold on my fondest memories--even if they are gone.
I miss those days. I'm sure many others miss those days as well. Kids today will never know the great fun of a drive-in movie beneath the stars on a warm summer night. And maybe that's not such a bad thing, either. It's something that belongs only to those of us who lived it.
January 31, 2013
Selling The Dream
I always imagined writing a novel would be the most difficult step to becoming an author--published or not. That isn't the case, though. Selling the finished product to a reading public is proving to be even harder than the arduous task of creating it.
Getting published is simple in this era of online publishers. But making a book-buying public aware of your work is such an odyssey--a thankless one at that. It's out there, among the millions of other novels clamoring for attention. Having a PR person chasing down reviews and interviews would be a wonderful blessing--which a starving artist can scarcely afford.
The dream of being a full-time writer has all but collapsed. I've seen those slick ads for this method of sales or that shiny new idea, each touting promised customers--in theory. But in reality, these are designed to separate the author from his/her hard-earned money--with little or no return on the investment.
Frustrating as it is at times, I'm still a published author. If it doesn't pan out, well, at least I can pull out my book and say, "I made it this far." I want more, though. I want an audience who reads my work and lets me know that they enjoy it or they despise it. It's here, this story called Jazz Baby. It's available worldwide at tinyurl.com/bbj4my7 among other sites.
But if my voice isn't getting heard, well, I'm just talking to myself. I'm extremely grateful for places like Goodreads, Koobug.com, and Twitter. These have helped me move a few more copies than I would have otherwise.
I know I'm ranting. But sometimes we all need to do that. Now, I'll reset myself and try again in this new year. Here's to writing! Cheers!
Getting published is simple in this era of online publishers. But making a book-buying public aware of your work is such an odyssey--a thankless one at that. It's out there, among the millions of other novels clamoring for attention. Having a PR person chasing down reviews and interviews would be a wonderful blessing--which a starving artist can scarcely afford.
The dream of being a full-time writer has all but collapsed. I've seen those slick ads for this method of sales or that shiny new idea, each touting promised customers--in theory. But in reality, these are designed to separate the author from his/her hard-earned money--with little or no return on the investment.
Frustrating as it is at times, I'm still a published author. If it doesn't pan out, well, at least I can pull out my book and say, "I made it this far." I want more, though. I want an audience who reads my work and lets me know that they enjoy it or they despise it. It's here, this story called Jazz Baby. It's available worldwide at tinyurl.com/bbj4my7 among other sites.
But if my voice isn't getting heard, well, I'm just talking to myself. I'm extremely grateful for places like Goodreads, Koobug.com, and Twitter. These have helped me move a few more copies than I would have otherwise.
I know I'm ranting. But sometimes we all need to do that. Now, I'll reset myself and try again in this new year. Here's to writing! Cheers!
January 29, 2013
New Stories Posted
I love reading and writing. It's amazing how stringing words together, turning them into sentences, can lure us into worlds that don't really exist. It can take us away from a mundane life, transporting the reader to places created in minds long dead. But the work remains.
That's what makes authors immortal--the stories they write. But enough of my rambling. I've posted two more short stories on my "writings" page. They aren't necessarily new--I've posted them on my home website--but they are new to this site. Also, just a heads-up on a great free short story contest open now at http://www.freshinkgroup.com/280-new-.... It's open to anybody who cares to enter. There are many genres to choose from. The deadline is Aug. 1, 2013. Good luck to those who enter.
That's what makes authors immortal--the stories they write. But enough of my rambling. I've posted two more short stories on my "writings" page. They aren't necessarily new--I've posted them on my home website--but they are new to this site. Also, just a heads-up on a great free short story contest open now at http://www.freshinkgroup.com/280-new-.... It's open to anybody who cares to enter. There are many genres to choose from. The deadline is Aug. 1, 2013. Good luck to those who enter.
January 28, 2013
Indie Publishing
Is it such a terrible thing to self-publish that novel you've spent hundreds of hours perfecting? Some authors think so. There are those who believe self-publishing is selling out the dream for baubles and beads. Others claim it's a shortcut that's not been earned. I beg to differ.
I chose the self-publishing route because of a desire to get my work to readers in a quick and timely fashion. And it worked! Jazz Baby, my first novel, is available all over the world in print as well as in ebook formats. The downside of this form of publishing is the lack of a big-budget advertising campaign. That's where social media sites like Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads come in handy.
But not all self-publishers are equal. The cheaper you go, the lower the quality you can expect. I'm reading an excellent self-published novel that suffers from poor punctuation. Without a solid editor to comb through your manuscript, you can expect errors to reach your readers. Some readers might not care--or even notice. Others will, and they'll fault the writer. This will cost that author in the long run.
Sure, even the big publishing houses let slip an error here and there. But online publishers who don't offer professional editing really do the industry a serious disservice. These are the ones who take your money and publish your work, warts and all.
Don't shy away from this wonderful medium. If you're tired of rejection letters, try the indie route. It's a growing industry with a bright future. Just take your time when shopping. Beware of hidden fees, make sure they offer professional editing, and be ready to work your tail off to sell your product to the world. Because writing it is no longer the difficult part of the deal. Letting the world know you wrote it is.
Jazz Baby http://www.tinyurl.com/bbj4my7
Slivers of Life http://www.amazon.com/Slivers-Life-Co...
I chose the self-publishing route because of a desire to get my work to readers in a quick and timely fashion. And it worked! Jazz Baby, my first novel, is available all over the world in print as well as in ebook formats. The downside of this form of publishing is the lack of a big-budget advertising campaign. That's where social media sites like Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads come in handy.
But not all self-publishers are equal. The cheaper you go, the lower the quality you can expect. I'm reading an excellent self-published novel that suffers from poor punctuation. Without a solid editor to comb through your manuscript, you can expect errors to reach your readers. Some readers might not care--or even notice. Others will, and they'll fault the writer. This will cost that author in the long run.
Sure, even the big publishing houses let slip an error here and there. But online publishers who don't offer professional editing really do the industry a serious disservice. These are the ones who take your money and publish your work, warts and all.
Don't shy away from this wonderful medium. If you're tired of rejection letters, try the indie route. It's a growing industry with a bright future. Just take your time when shopping. Beware of hidden fees, make sure they offer professional editing, and be ready to work your tail off to sell your product to the world. Because writing it is no longer the difficult part of the deal. Letting the world know you wrote it is.
Jazz Baby http://www.tinyurl.com/bbj4my7
Slivers of Life http://www.amazon.com/Slivers-Life-Co...
January 27, 2013
Sex In Stories
I read a tweet the other day from an author posting a comment he'd received regarding one of his novels. The comment went something like this: "Great story, but way too much sex." In all honesty, I've not read the book in question. But the issue of sex in literature has long been a thorn to some, a crime to others, and a selling point to many.
D.H. Lawrence faced all sorts of legal issues concerning his novel Lady Chatterley's Lover upon it's original release back in 1928. That book--and much of his other works--was banned in England and the United States for decades. The Free World at its finest. I understand some people prefer "clean" stories. There are many classics that carry a solid G rating that have been favorites for hundreds of years.
Today, with the advent of self-publishing, writers of erotica have found an audience--some with great success. I don't write erotica, nor do I read it. But that doesn't mean there isn't a place for it. There is sex in my novel. Sexuality is a human trait--indeed a trait of most living creatures. There is the romantic element, which gives rise to the romance novel. For those who want their sex without love, there's lust. Lust is a strong emotion that everybody experiences at some point in life--though some would deny they've ever been guilty of that sort of sin.
Then we come to sex for curiosity's sake. A girl kisses another girl just to see what it's like. A guy cheats on his wife of twenty years just to satisfy an urge to know what it would feel like to be with somebody else. Sex and sexuality is part of being human. It's part of being alive. It's real life. It's what gives breath to the fictional characters authors create. To deny it is to deny our humanity.
Now that doesn't mean you have to read about it in some novel that makes you uncomfortable. That's why we still love the classics.
So if you're not into sex in your story, pick up a copy of Little Women, Moby Dick, or A Farewell to Arms. A great book is always a great book.
D.H. Lawrence faced all sorts of legal issues concerning his novel Lady Chatterley's Lover upon it's original release back in 1928. That book--and much of his other works--was banned in England and the United States for decades. The Free World at its finest. I understand some people prefer "clean" stories. There are many classics that carry a solid G rating that have been favorites for hundreds of years.
Today, with the advent of self-publishing, writers of erotica have found an audience--some with great success. I don't write erotica, nor do I read it. But that doesn't mean there isn't a place for it. There is sex in my novel. Sexuality is a human trait--indeed a trait of most living creatures. There is the romantic element, which gives rise to the romance novel. For those who want their sex without love, there's lust. Lust is a strong emotion that everybody experiences at some point in life--though some would deny they've ever been guilty of that sort of sin.
Then we come to sex for curiosity's sake. A girl kisses another girl just to see what it's like. A guy cheats on his wife of twenty years just to satisfy an urge to know what it would feel like to be with somebody else. Sex and sexuality is part of being human. It's part of being alive. It's real life. It's what gives breath to the fictional characters authors create. To deny it is to deny our humanity.
Now that doesn't mean you have to read about it in some novel that makes you uncomfortable. That's why we still love the classics.
So if you're not into sex in your story, pick up a copy of Little Women, Moby Dick, or A Farewell to Arms. A great book is always a great book.
January 26, 2013
The Written Word
The only thing good about winter is staying indoors. This gives me more time to read and write. But lately it's been more reading than actual writing.
I'm a slow writer to begin with. It's a deliberate act. Creativity should never be rushed. I am a firm believer in rewrites, rewrites, and more rewrites. Of course there are occasions when the first draft of a story nails it. But even then I comb through the piece just to be sure (and usually find things to change.)
I aim for perfection but have never even come close to achieving it. If I'm not interested in something I've written, I can't expect anybody else to give a damn about it either.
I've got several start-and-stop pieces that will never see publication. They sounded interesting when I conjured up the idea. But once on paper, well, they suck. And that's okay. Writers never bat a thousand--especially this writer. But I aim for it each time out--though never at the risk of becoming bogged down in one story. That's what makes creating something new so exciting--trial and error. The thing to remember is: Just keep writing.
I'm a slow writer to begin with. It's a deliberate act. Creativity should never be rushed. I am a firm believer in rewrites, rewrites, and more rewrites. Of course there are occasions when the first draft of a story nails it. But even then I comb through the piece just to be sure (and usually find things to change.)
I aim for perfection but have never even come close to achieving it. If I'm not interested in something I've written, I can't expect anybody else to give a damn about it either.
I've got several start-and-stop pieces that will never see publication. They sounded interesting when I conjured up the idea. But once on paper, well, they suck. And that's okay. Writers never bat a thousand--especially this writer. But I aim for it each time out--though never at the risk of becoming bogged down in one story. That's what makes creating something new so exciting--trial and error. The thing to remember is: Just keep writing.
January 23, 2013
New Postings
I've added a couple of short stories to my writing page. One is entitled Yearbook. It's a piece written about a year ago. It is not inspired by recent events in the news. Inspiration comes from a song by the band Hanson--though I changed the intent. The song in question, also called Yearbook, details the story of a boy who goes missing.
My take is a person can disappear without vanishing. They can be right there in the same room and still be gone, changed into someone or something we don't recognize.
The second story, called Bad Acid At Woodstock, is a silly little piece of nonsense I wrote long ago. Just a bit of fun. Enjoy.
My take is a person can disappear without vanishing. They can be right there in the same room and still be gone, changed into someone or something we don't recognize.
The second story, called Bad Acid At Woodstock, is a silly little piece of nonsense I wrote long ago. Just a bit of fun. Enjoy.
January 21, 2013
Short Story Update
Just giving a heads-up to the edits I've completed on my two short stories, Rave On and Peepers Creepers. Sorry they ran without spaces between the paragraphs. Those spaces didn't translate over from my files and I didn't give a proofread of them once uploaded. Anyway, they appear readable now. I invite everybody to take a read and, if you have a moment, maybe give a review of them. I appreciate any and all input on my writing. Thanks to those I've already heard from. Your advice is invaluable.
January 14, 2013
Two Friends, Too Old
First Novel Confronts Old Friend Losing His Mind
Retired Attorney and Non-fiction Writer Robert Scott Releases First Novel: Two Friends, Too Old. Lifelong Pals Face One’s Mental Decline and Dangerous Violence While the Other Makes Tough Choices.
Publisher Fresh Ink Group announces the release of retired attorney and non-fiction writer Robert “Robbie” Scott’s first novel: Two Friends, Too Old. Frank is a 65-year-old enjoying his golden years until he finds old friend Clay savagely beating his own dog, the first symptom of a dangerous spiral into creeping dementia and unprovoked bursts of horrific violence. Frank’s wife, Lucille, adapts to aging with quiet grace, unaware of any threat Clay might pose to her family. Dirt-poor farmer Will strives for simple dignity in coping with his own wife’s terminal illness—until he crosses paths with Clay at his very worst. Pharmacist Matt knows risky psychotropic drugs might help Clay, but Frank figures Clay will resist, so he makes potentially tragic choices about what to do and how much to say.
The Two Friends characters are each conflicted by multiple motives, author Scott explains. “If one motive is good and the other is bad, is that character a good person or a bad person?” The story is grounded in friendship, even as it explores the darker edges of aging and growing dangerously selfish. It looks at how fate shapes our lives, and the consequences of lies, even told for the best of reasons.
“I was planning to write a light short story about two old friends spending a day with one granddaughter,” Scott explains, “but then the story turned dark, and I began to develop characters around that theme.” Indeed, Frank desperately wants to prevent what seems inevitable, but as sweet little Shelley gets caught in the middle, her grandfather’s options narrow and everybody runs out of time.
At 67, Robert Scott had to squeeze writing his first novel into an active outdoors lifestyle. Living in North Central Washington State, he spends much of his time adventurously, including skiing back-country and paddling rivers as far away as Oregon, British Columbia, the Arctic, and even Cambodia. After a long law career immersed in telling “the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth” plus writing law-review articles and non-fiction for an on-line magazine, he enjoyed “unshackling myself from facts to venture into the realm of fiction.”
Scott cites Theodore Dreiser’s novel An American Tragedy and the Mike Nichols film based on Edward Albee’s play Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? as inspiration for this taut tale of conflicting loyalties and the consequences of secrets as means to an uncertain end. He hopes the story resonates with people over 65, and those with family and friends approaching the years where issues of aging catch many by surprise.
Scott looks forward to hearing from readers sharing thoughts on Two Friends, Too Old or their own experiences and stories. Contact him through his pages at http://www.freshinkgroup.com/authors/..., or through his Facebook and Twitter accounts. “If nobody likes what I wrote,” Scott quips, “maybe I’ll take up another profession—like long-haul trucking.”
Published by Fresh Ink Group, Two Friends, Too Old (ISBN: 978-1-936442-11-9) is a 128-page perfect-bound trade paper edition cover-priced at $9.70. Find it worldwide through all major e-tailers and print distributors. E-book editions are available on major platforms such as Kindle and Nook for $6.30.
Fresh Ink Group is an imprint of The Fresh Ink Group, LLC, a multi-media publisher and collective of authors, artists, and content experts who work together to help enhance, produce, and promote each other’s best work. Fresh Ink Group offers myriad streams of author support and how-to guidance such as the GeezWriter.com writers’ community, plus newsletters and more. Contact Fresh Ink Group at (817) 488-1448, info@FreshInkGroup.com, or P.O. Box 525, Roanoke, TX 76262.
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Retired Attorney and Non-fiction Writer Robert Scott Releases First Novel: Two Friends, Too Old. Lifelong Pals Face One’s Mental Decline and Dangerous Violence While the Other Makes Tough Choices.
Publisher Fresh Ink Group announces the release of retired attorney and non-fiction writer Robert “Robbie” Scott’s first novel: Two Friends, Too Old. Frank is a 65-year-old enjoying his golden years until he finds old friend Clay savagely beating his own dog, the first symptom of a dangerous spiral into creeping dementia and unprovoked bursts of horrific violence. Frank’s wife, Lucille, adapts to aging with quiet grace, unaware of any threat Clay might pose to her family. Dirt-poor farmer Will strives for simple dignity in coping with his own wife’s terminal illness—until he crosses paths with Clay at his very worst. Pharmacist Matt knows risky psychotropic drugs might help Clay, but Frank figures Clay will resist, so he makes potentially tragic choices about what to do and how much to say.
The Two Friends characters are each conflicted by multiple motives, author Scott explains. “If one motive is good and the other is bad, is that character a good person or a bad person?” The story is grounded in friendship, even as it explores the darker edges of aging and growing dangerously selfish. It looks at how fate shapes our lives, and the consequences of lies, even told for the best of reasons.
“I was planning to write a light short story about two old friends spending a day with one granddaughter,” Scott explains, “but then the story turned dark, and I began to develop characters around that theme.” Indeed, Frank desperately wants to prevent what seems inevitable, but as sweet little Shelley gets caught in the middle, her grandfather’s options narrow and everybody runs out of time.
At 67, Robert Scott had to squeeze writing his first novel into an active outdoors lifestyle. Living in North Central Washington State, he spends much of his time adventurously, including skiing back-country and paddling rivers as far away as Oregon, British Columbia, the Arctic, and even Cambodia. After a long law career immersed in telling “the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth” plus writing law-review articles and non-fiction for an on-line magazine, he enjoyed “unshackling myself from facts to venture into the realm of fiction.”
Scott cites Theodore Dreiser’s novel An American Tragedy and the Mike Nichols film based on Edward Albee’s play Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? as inspiration for this taut tale of conflicting loyalties and the consequences of secrets as means to an uncertain end. He hopes the story resonates with people over 65, and those with family and friends approaching the years where issues of aging catch many by surprise.
Scott looks forward to hearing from readers sharing thoughts on Two Friends, Too Old or their own experiences and stories. Contact him through his pages at http://www.freshinkgroup.com/authors/..., or through his Facebook and Twitter accounts. “If nobody likes what I wrote,” Scott quips, “maybe I’ll take up another profession—like long-haul trucking.”
Published by Fresh Ink Group, Two Friends, Too Old (ISBN: 978-1-936442-11-9) is a 128-page perfect-bound trade paper edition cover-priced at $9.70. Find it worldwide through all major e-tailers and print distributors. E-book editions are available on major platforms such as Kindle and Nook for $6.30.
Fresh Ink Group is an imprint of The Fresh Ink Group, LLC, a multi-media publisher and collective of authors, artists, and content experts who work together to help enhance, produce, and promote each other’s best work. Fresh Ink Group offers myriad streams of author support and how-to guidance such as the GeezWriter.com writers’ community, plus newsletters and more. Contact Fresh Ink Group at (817) 488-1448, info@FreshInkGroup.com, or P.O. Box 525, Roanoke, TX 76262.
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