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March 25, 2016
Haiku Friday – Shower & Play
Hi everyone! Happy Friday! Today’s prompt words are Shower and Play. They were provided by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.
Ronovan hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.
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No play in the tub
No singing in the shower
There’s no clean water
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♦ The feeling of being immersed in a warm, soothing bath at the end of a hard day.
♦ The splash of children playing in a pool.
♦ The revitalizing swallow of clean, cool water.
♦ The taste of relief and hydration from a clear glass.
These are things we may be taking for granted. Meanwhile, there are many people around the world whose senses will never perceive such things. We are the lucky ones but if we don’t begin to conserve water our future children will not be so lucky.
Nature is always renewing our water supply through the water cycle. So why is it important to conserve water?
The amount of *potable water is less than 1%. Water is found in oceans, glaciers, etc. It takes a great deal of time and money and so on to clean polluted water. Just 2.5% of the planet’s water is fresh. Less than 1% is readily available for human consumption because some of the fresh water is stored in the form of ice bergs.
Salt water (97 percent)
*Potable – Water safe to drink; pure, clean, uncontaminated.
“Freshwater makes up a very small fraction of all water on the planet. While nearly 70 percent of the world is covered by water, only 2.5 percent of it is fresh. The rest is saline and ocean-based. Even then, just 1 percent of our freshwater is easily accessible, with much of it trapped in glaciers and snowfields.”
Lets do what we can to conserve water.
Tagged: haiku, haiku friday, National Geographic Society, poetry, RonovanWrites, The Writer Next Door, water
March 23, 2016
Writers Quote Wednesday – Fall From Desire
Hello everyone and welcome. It’s Writers Quote Wednesday. Today’s quote reminded me of a short story I had written a while ago, so I revised my story and decided to post it along with the quote. I hope you enjoy.
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Fall From Desire
By Vashti Q-Vega
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For my transgressions, I was cast out of Heaven and exiled to planet Earth.
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My fall was brutal as my six large white wings caught fire entering the Earth’s atmosphere. I cringed, cried and screamed as the flames consumed feathers and flesh. I looped and spiraled in the air, all the while stirring and reaching toward the flames, but there was no relief from the oppressive pain or the stench of roasted flesh. The fire was quenched when only the burnt bones of my wings remained. I wailed writhing in the air as the bony frames were yanked from my skeleton by a powerful force. This is what the male angels I led astray with my insatiable carnal appetite experienced as they fell from grace. I deserve worse for corrupting so many.
I splashed into a swamp.
The only light source was the brilliance of a full moon.
The swamp was dominated by woody plants and teeming with animal life. The water seemed to push down on me from all sides. I floundered and flailed my arms and legs, which only made me sink faster. I sank further and further into the swamp and away from the light of the moon. Soon, I was shrouded in darkness. My lungs burned for air. In horror, I screamed and warm, murky water filled my lungs. I shook and convulsed as alligators, snakes and all manner of swamp creatures witnessed the water take me away.
I opened my eyes. I was floating over the water. I survived? I was not sure how long I was unconscious, only that it was a different night—for the moon was no longer full. I trembled in fear and remained still, allowing the current to carry me wherever it may. As I came near the bank of the swamp, I took hold of a cypress’s knee, clambered to my feet and waded out of the water. I teetered and faltered, inexperienced in walking without wings. I am no longer an angel. The realization pierced my heart. What am I now? I broke the rules of celibacy in Heaven and tempted so many to do the same with my female ways. My lustful desires and sexual appetite were my ruin. Now I am alone, never to feel the pleasure of a caress.
My wide eyes flickered in every direction, trying to find a way out of the desolate and wild place. The potent, musky smell of decomposing vegetation and animal matter wafted into my nose, making me grimace with revulsion. There were no such smells in Heaven. Oh, how far I have gone from Heaven’s joyful fragrances!
I staggered in circles, my feet sinking into the spongy, wet ground. The moisture was so dense in this habitat that everything was wet. A film of moisture covered my naked body. Water soaked my long, blonde hair and pulled my curls flat. I heard the hooting of an owl. I turned toward a nearby tree and there it was, lurking in the shadows. Its large glowing eyes stared at me. Snakes slithered around my feet. Alligators remained immersed as they peered at me with their strange eyes peeking over the surface of the water. Where am I? There are only wetlands as far as I can see. How am I to survive here? I was not sure I wanted to live––not here. My body trembled, and desperate tears meandered over my cheeks and mingled with the moisture on my face. No one can hear me cry. I walked for miles. There were many sunrises and many moonrises, yet I remained alone in a world of swamps.
Swarms of mosquitos tormented me with their stinging and their buzzing in my ears. I had to deter countless attacks from snakes and alligators. I was covered in welts, bumps, scratches, bites and bruises from such attacks. My body itched, ached and throbbed. I deserve no less for sating my erotic desires without a second thought for the countless archangels, seraphim and cherubim I debauched with my impious, enticing and lustful ways.
I continued to wander the soggy swampland and began to feel an unfamiliar burning sensation in my middle. My strength was depleting, and I dragged my feet and panted. Feeling faint, I collapsed. I lay on the water-saturated ground and looked up at the heavens. What is happening to me? What have I become? I lay frozen for hours, feeling so alone, waving off a plethora of insects trying to invade my body. I would rather draw my last breath than spend the rest of my days alone in this sodden nightmare.
“What are you?” A masculine voice asked.
I jolted upright in a seated position and stared at a magnificent creature. “I––I do not know what I am. I have only knowledge of what I used to be.”
“Very well, then what were you?” He squinted his eyes and his eyebrows came together as he stared.
“I was once called Rachiel . . . when I was an angel in Heaven.”
He looked at me sideways. “You do not look like an angel to me.”
“Have you ever seen an angel?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I have, and angels have wings.”
“I, too, had wings. Large white wings—six of them,” I said, my voice quavering. “They were torn from me as I fell through the skies.”
He scrutinized me for a while with his piercing violet-blue eyes. “I believe you. I am not sure why, but I do. Perhaps something in your verdant eyes tells me you do not know how to lie.” His wide smile was stunning. “My name is Mendrion.” He was tall. His hair long, thick, the color of nightfall. Lengthy, heavy eyelashes framed his violet-blue eyes. His skin was like an ivory mist. He looked like divine pleasure. Enough, Rachiel! This is why you were cast out of Heaven! I shuddered and got out of my own head.
I gawked at his muscular body while he stared at my face and came closer. He searched for some of my hair that was not soiled, grabbed some and sniffed. He proceeded to nuzzle his nose against my neck, my shoulder, the top of my breasts. I closed my eyes. He breathed me in, taking in my essence. He looked up. I opened my eyes, and he stared into them. Then he walked around me, slowly, as he evaluated every inch of my bare body. He parted the long hair that fell down my back and saw the jagged stubs from where my wings used to stem. He passed his hands over them with a gentle touch, and then I felt him bring his face closer to smell the stumps. He came around to face me again.
“Are you in pain?” He did not look concerned but more curious.
“Since I have arrived on this planet, I have felt only pain, fear and sorrow.” I looked toward the ground.
“I can rid you of these malignancies.”
“How?”
“You need only say yes.”
I gazed at him. What am I to do? I am in much pain and I grow weaker with the passing of time. I shall not survive much longer without help. I bit my lip. I was unable to think with clarity.
“You do not trust me and I understand, for I have given you no reason to trust in me.” His voice was soothing.
“You are an elegant creature, but I do not know your mind.”
He grinned and lifted his muscular chest. He swaggered toward me and extended his arm. He passed his hand through my hair and caressed my face. Desire for him grew quickly inside me like a vine strangling all other emotions. Every fiber of my being was ignited. My chest heaved in rhythm with my shallow panting. It is happening again. I am overwhelmed with lustful desires.
“You, too, are beautiful to look upon,” he said. “But if you wish to rid yourself of pain and fear you must become what I am.”
“What are you?”
“I am vampire.”
I jolted and gasped. In Heaven, I had heard stories of such creatures from the Observers––angels whose task was to observe the beings on Earth. Vampires are the spawn of Dracul, the infamous son of Lilith and Satan. I recoiled from him.
“You know of my kind?” He came closer.
“I do.” My lips quivered.
“You need not fear me. I mean you no harm. I only seek what you seek.”
“What do you think I desire?”
“Companionship.” He extended his hand. “Come with me and never be alone again.”
I stared at his welcoming hand for a while.
“I shall offer this only once.” His piercing eyes were fixed on me. I reached my trembling hand to meet his and he pulled me toward him.
He held me tightly and pressed his full moist lips against mine. After the kiss I became lightheaded. Through eyes half opened, I watched as he opened his mouth exposing large canine teeth growing into fangs. I gasped, but before I could move, he sank his fangs into the flesh at the base of my neck. A combination of his saliva and my blood streamed down my neck. I cocked my head back and moaned, my eyes rolling back in their sockets. Both pleasure and pain moved through me. My body tensed. My entire being was at peak response. As he drew my blood greedily, I felt my body meld into his. A delightful pressure began to build inside me. I gasped and groaned with pleasure. The pressure continued to build until I thought I would explode. My body went into spasms of incredible delight, and my mind was flooded with a variety of pleasurable sensations. Then I felt a wave of dizziness, my body slackened, and darkness began to close in on me.
Upon opening my eyes, I saw the world differently. The colors of cypress trees became more vivid, and plants were verdant jewels. I almost felt the fragrances of nature. The alligators’ bellows and the hissing of snakes became mellifluous. I lay on the ground, and Mendrion sat next to me. He smiled, and I returned his smile. He kissed me on the lips, neck, shoulders and breasts. His hands caressed my body, and his touch was heavenly. As a vampire, my body was made for pleasure. I sensed so much more and every nerve ending in my body was excited. Every touch sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. I need not food, nor water—I may well live on his touch alone. I was in ecstasy, but then he stopped. He got to his feet.
“No, do not stop. I implore you.” I gazed into his eyes feeling affection for him and wholly devoted. “I love your hands and lips on my body.”
He extended his hand like he had done before. “Take my hand, Rachiel.” I beamed when he mentioned my name. “I shall allow you to keep your original name, for it pleases me. Now go and join the others.” His words filled me with confusion.
He pointed to the swamp.
I turned my face and gasped. My eyes opened wide with disbelief. There were other fallen angels like me in the swamp. They were all converted into vampires—no doubt in the same way as I was. There was not a happy face among them.
“Go on,” said Mendrion. “Take your place among them. You are now a swamp vampire. You shall feed on the blood of alligators, snakes, beavers, frogs and other swamp creatures.”
“I shall not!” I screamed. I clenched my jaw and held back tears. “You deceived me.”
“I told you only the truth. You no longer feel pain, am I right?” He waited for my response wearing a wry grin. “If you do not feed on the blood of these swamp creatures, you shall die a slow and agonizing death.”
“I shall go away!” I turned my head this way and that, my eyes flickering in every direction.
“You have nowhere to go. You belong to me now and there is no escape, for your blood calls out to me and I shall find you wherever you go. Besides, you can no longer live without my touch.” He was right—losing his caressing is what I feared most. “Join the others now, or you shall never feel the gratification of my touch.”
Upon hearing his final words my face slackened. I shuffled through the bog and entered the dark, gloomy water. I stood amongst the others, merely another beauty in the murky swamp. The others glared at me––another to whom they must share him with. We were all doomed to the same punishment. Our bodies made for pleasure and overwhelmed with desire, condemned to long for the touch of the same master.
Copyright © 2014 by Vashti Quiroz-Vega. All rights reserved.
Illustration by Victoria Frances
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Colleen Chesebro is a writer, poet, and book reviewer. She hosts an inspiring event every Wednesday on her blog, Silver Threading, called Writer’s Quote Wednesday. Anyone can participate by choosing a quote by a favorite writer and posting it on your blog.
Tagged: #WQWWC, Fall from Desire, quote, short story, Silver Threading, The Writer Next Door, Vashti Q-Vega, Victoria Frances, Writers Quote Wednesday
March 18, 2016
Haiku Friday – Lift & Plan
Hi everyone! Happy Friday! Today’s prompt words are Lift and Plan. They were provided by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.
Ronovan hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.
Prayer
by Vashti Quiroz-Vega
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If you’re feeling flawed
Lift your eyes to the heavens
Make a deal with God
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Tagged: God, haiku, haiku challenge, haiku friday, prayer, RonovanWrites, The Writer Next Door
March 16, 2016
Writers Quote Wednesday – FRUSTRATION
Hello! Welcome! I hope everyone has had a better morning than me. I spent most of the morning on the phone with Apple Support. Last night I was online when suddenly a window popped up on my screen. The pop up window vibrated and then a recording came on and it told me that my computer was in danger of crashing and that I had to call the number on the screen immediately.
I immediately called the number and spoke to a man with a thick accent who told me I had to pay $199.00 to fix my computer because someone hacked into it and I had several viruses. I told the man that I would much rather go to the Apple store and speak to someone in person. I actually just wanted to hang up on him since the entire situation seemed fishy to me. It was late, so I called Apple this morning.
It turned out that it was all a hoax! This man was the hacker and he was all over my computer. I feel so violated and frustrated. I can’t even think straight right now. If this happens to any of you, don’t even bother calling the phone number on the screen. Close your computer at once and call Apple (or whatever service provider you have) directly and allow them to fix the problem.
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“Things never go the way you expect them to. That’s both the joy and frustration in life. I’m finding as I get older that I don’t mind, though. It’s the surprises that tickle me the most, the things you don’t see coming.”
~Michael Stuhlbarg
Michael Stuhlbarg had the right idea, but I bet his computer has never been hacked.
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Colleen Chesebro is a writer, poet, and book reviewer. She hosts an inspiring event every Wednesday on her blog, Silver Threading, called Writer’s Quote Wednesday. Anyone can participate by choosing a quote by a favorite writer and posting it on your blog.
Tagged: #BEWOW, computer, frustration, hackers, quotes, Silver Threading, The Writer Next Door, Writers Quote Wednesday
March 10, 2016
Haiku Friday – Class & Firm
Hi everyone! Happy Friday! Today’s prompt words are Class and Firm. They were provided by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.
Ronovan hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.
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Splendid little bud
Congealed by snowy clime
Trembles in the breeze
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Wishing everyone a wonderful weekend!
Tagged: haiku, haiku friday, poetry, RonovanWrites, spring, The Writer Next Door 
March 9, 2016
Writer’s Quote Wednesday – GRATITUDE
Some people . . . many people, spend their time griping and complaining about the objects they don’t have, and the places they’ll never visit, and things they’ll never do. They don’t put anywhere near as much time and energy appreciating the people in their lives or what they do have. I don’t want to be like those people (although sometimes I can be).
It occurred to me that we don’t have to wait until Thanksgiving, Christmas or any other huge holiday to tell others and ourselves what we are thankful for. I decided that today I will do that and I will begin with the so-called ‘little things‘.
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1/ Toilet Paper
Did you know that before toilet paper people used stones, pieces of clay, sponges, and corncobs to wipe their––you know? Ouch! Quilted Northern, formerly Northern Tissue, advertised as late as 1935 that their toilet paper was “Splinter-Free!” So, the first rolls of toilet paper had splinters? I’m so grateful for my soft, absorbent, splinter-free Charmin toilet paper.
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2/ Bottled Water (clean water in general)
I don’t know about you guys but I go through at least 6-8 (16 oz.) bottles of water a day. I can’t imagine living in countries like Ethiopia where women and children are burdened with the task to get water. Sometimes walking up to six hours to collect water from unprotected pools of water that may be contaminated. I’ll never complain about having to go to the corner supermarket to get water again.
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3/ My Bed
You’d be surprised how many people don’t have decent beds or mattresses. Would you like to know what it’s like not to have a bed? Go camping for a weekend––you’ll miss your bed . . . trust me.
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4/ My shower (running hot water)
If people in countries like Ethiopia, Afghanistan, Laos . . . don’t have enough clean, sanitized water, do you think they have showers with running hot water? I don’t think so. I can’t imagine going to work with bed-head and skin that smells like night sweat.
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5/ My iPhone
I have books, news, information, weather and traffic reports at my fingertips! Thank you Steve Jobs! I’m glad you bounced back after being fired from your own company.
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There are so many things I am grateful for, like my husband, family, my fluffy baby Scribbles, friends, online blogging buddies, writing, readers, the fact that there hasn’t been a hurricane in Florida in the last few years, my new house, Pinterest . . . I could go on and on.
For those of us living in free countries where there is plenty of food, clean water, freedom of speech and religion, entertainment and beauty––lets stop complaining about the things we don’t have and live life with gratitude for what we do have, because if we think about it, we have so much.
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“Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.”
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Colleen Chesebro is a writer, poet, and book reviewer. She hosts an inspiring event every Wednesday on her blog, Silver Threading, called Writer’s Quote Wednesday. Anyone can participate by choosing a quote by a favorite writer and posting it on your blog.
Ronovan, from Ronovan Writes and Colleen have joined forces! He has been linking his #BeWoW blog share (Be Wonderful on Wednesday) now to include: Be Writing on Wednesday. If you would like to combine both posts feel free to do so and link them to Colleen’s post. She will make sure and add you to the quote wrap-up she does each Tuesday. Please make sure and check out Ron’s blog for more writing inspiration and motivation!
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What are the ‘little things’ you’re grateful for?
Have a wonderful day!
Tagged: #BEWOW, gratitude, quotes, RonovanWrites, Silver Threading, The Writer Next Door, Writers Quote Wednesday
March 3, 2016
Haiku Friday – Flash & Dance
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Hi everyone! Happy Friday! Today’s prompt words are Flash and Dance. They were provided by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.
Ronovan hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is a writer and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.
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THE OSCARS
by Vashti Quiroz-Vega
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Cameras flashing
Starlets dance along the red
Wearing sparkling gowns
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Strutting the carpet
Divas wear deep plunging gowns
Flashing lots of skin
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Celebrities Weigh In On #OscarsSoWhite
#OscarsSoWhite Controversy: Which Camp Are You In?
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Check out Ronovan Hester’s new release, Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling, a historical fiction about pirates. Available now on Amazon.
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Have a great weekend!
Tagged: #OscarsSoWhite, haiku, haiku friday, oscars, poetry, RonovanWrites, The Writer Next Door 
March 1, 2016
Writer’s Quote Wednesday – Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss!
Theodore Seuss Geisel was an American writer and illustrator best known for authoring popular children’s books under the pen name Dr. Seuss.
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“Kid, you’ll move mountains!”
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“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.”
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“Why fit in when you were born to stand out?”
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“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.”
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“You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And you are the one who’ll decide where to go.”
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“Everything stinks till it’s finished.”
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There are so many amazing quotes by Dr. Seuss I could go on and on listing them here. One thing all his quotes have in common––he spoke the purest form of truth and he knew how to inspire a generation with simple words. I grew up reading Dr. Seuss and his words always made me feel like I could do anything. Dr. Seuss’ books encouraged me to be the best person I could be.
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Have a great rest of the week!
Tagged: Dr. Seuss, quotes, Silver Threading, The Writer Next Door, Writers Quote Wednesday
February 26, 2016
Haiku Friday – Tight & Warm
Hi everyone! Happy Friday! Today’s prompt words are Tight and Warm. They were provided by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.
Ronovan hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is a writer and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.
You may also want to check out Ronovan Hester’s new release, Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling, a historical fiction about pirates. Available now on Amazon.
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**I have a feeling I know in what direction most will go this week, so of course I’ll take the opposite route.
I thought I’d try a humorous haiku today. Sorry––not sorry. ;)
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Spanx
by Vashti Quiroz-Vega
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Squeeze me tightly
Keep me warm and together
My faithful girdle
Spanx, anyone?
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Food Porn :P
by Vashti Quiroz-Vega
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Hot and scrumptious
As I indulge pants tighten
Foodie’s dilema
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Tagged: food, foodie, haiku, haiku friday, poetry, RonovanWrites, spanx, The Writer Next Door
February 24, 2016
Writer’s Quote Wednesday – Self-Publishing
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Colleen Chesebro is a writer, poet, and book reviewer. She hosts an inspiring event every Wednesday on her blog, Silver Threading, called Writer’s Quote Wednesday. Anyone can participate by choosing a quote by a favorite writer and posting it on your blog.
Ronovan, from Ronovan Writes and Colleen have joined forces! He has been linking his #BeWoW blog share (Be Wonderful on Wednesday) now to include: Be Writing on Wednesday. If you would like to combine both posts feel free to do so and link them to Colleen’s post. She will make sure and add you to the quote wrap-up she does each Tuesday. Please make sure and check out Ron’s blog for more writing inspiration and motivation!
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Today I wanted to briefly mention the Publishing Industry. I’m busy working on my Fantasy Angels Series and I’ve been on the fence for some time about whether to send out query letters to agents or skip all that and self-publish. I know there are many aspiring authors who are as confused as I am about this. I found an article by author Hugh C. Howey that was very helpful.
My Advice to Aspiring Authors by Hugh C. Howey
Here’s a snippet from the article:
Now would be a good time to explain the advantages of self-publishing over traditional publishing. When writers ask for advice, they are often asking how they should proceed with their completed manuscript. I’m going to explain why every author should begin their writing career self-publishing, even if their dream is to be with a large publisher. There’s a lot to say. Bear with me.
Your manuscript won’t change. This is the biggest logical fallacy I see in the self vs. trad debate. The idea seems to be that if you self-publish, somehow your work drops in quality. It’s the same work. The words won’t change because of perceived association with what else is out there. Querying an agent won’t make your manuscript better. Self-publishing won’t make it worse. It’s either a story that appeals to readers or it isn’t.
I underlined that sentence because it tickled me––it’s so true!
Know your gatekeepers. Appealing to readers is the endgame. They want story over prose, so concentrate on that (aim for both, but concentrate on story). Agents and slush-pile readers are often the opposite, which is why they bemoan the absence of literary fiction hits and cringe at the sale of Twilight, Dan Brown, and 50 Shades. You are writing for the reader, who is your ultimate gatekeeper. Get your work in front of them, even if it’s one at a time, one reader a month or year.
Other sentences that struck me as the ultimate truth.
(To read more click on the link above)
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“There’s a bizarre prejudice that exists in the New York publishing establishment that any work outside the tri-state area is being done by trained chimpanzees, that geography screens out sensibility.”
~Kate Braverman
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“The publishing world is very timid. Readers are much braver.”
~Kiran Desai
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“Anyone who says it’s easy to self-publish a book is either lying or doing a shitty job.”
~Nan McCarthy
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“Whatever you may have heard, self-publishing is not a short cut to anything. Except maybe insanity. Self-publishing, like every other kind of publishing, is hard work. You don’t wake up one morning good at it. You have to work for that.”
~Zoe Winters
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The State of Self-Publishing – The Wayfinder – Hugh C. Howey
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I believe it is every indie writer’s responsibility to write the best and most complete book possible before publishing in order to elevate the industry.
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Have a great day! :D
Tagged: #BEWOW, authors, Hugh C. Howey, publishers, publishing, self-publishing, Silver Threading, The Writer Next Door, Writers Quote Wednesday
