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Hi I will be back in full swing with new information and some great groups that are now going on in Facebook. I will be listing them. Come on over and join. There is one for everyone. These are all in books. For young and old. And if you are looking for promoting your book more we have a group there too.
Here they Are!
EbooksNBooksPromos Group An open promotion group for all authors of general fiction and non fiction books. For epublishers and small press please contact me at email@example.com for personalized promotional services.
I received this as an email from my emails as I was checking them today.. I have to agree with some of it..
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This was written by a 21 year old female who 'gets it.' It's her future she's worried about and this is how she feels about the social welfare big government state that she's being forced to live in! These solutions are just common sense in her opinion. (And mine!)
This was in the Waco Tribune Herald, Waco , TX , Nov 18, 2011
Subject: PUT ME IN CHARGE . . .
Put me in charge of food stamps. I'd get rid of Lone Star cards; no cash for Ding Dongs or Ho Ho's, just money for 50-pound bags of rice and beans, blocks of cheese and all the powdered milk you can haul away. If you want steak and frozen pizza, then get a job.
Put me in charge of Medicaid. The first thing I'd do is to get women Norplant birth control implants or tubal ligations. Then, we'll test recipients for drugs, alcohol, and nicotine. If you want to reproduce or use drugs, alcohol, or smoke, then get a job.
Put me in charge of government housing. Ever live in a military barracks? You will maintain our property in a clean and good state of repair. Your "home" would be subject to inspections anytime and possessions will be inventoried. If you want a plasma TV or Xbox 360, then get a job and your own place.
In addition, you will either present a check stub from a job each week or you will report to a "government" job. It may be cleaning the roadways of trash, painting and repairing public housing, whatever we find for you. We will sell your 22 inch rims and low profile tires and your blasting stereo and speakers and put that money toward the "common good.."
Before you write that I've violated someone's rights, realize that all of the above is voluntary. If you want our money, accept our rules. Before you say that this would be "demeaning" and ruin their "self-esteem," consider that it wasn't that long ago that taking someone else's money for doing absolutely nothing was demeaning and lowered self-esteem.
If we are expected to pay for other people's mistakes we should at least attempt to make them learn from their bad choices. The current system rewards them for continuing to make bad choices.
AND . . . While you are on Government subsistence, you no longer can VOTE! Yes, that is correct.. For you to vote would be a conflict of interest. You will voluntarily remove yourself from voting while you are receiving a Government welfare check. If you want to vote, then get a job.
Now, if you have the guts - PASS IT ON...
Hi everyone I have been so busy lately I haven't been able to post more. I finally finish College Yay... now it is time to work. I am still in the works to become an author but I am few steps closer now. I work for XoXo Publishing so it is a step closer. Working with other authors and with other staff memebers. My Goals are almost complete.
Here is some Facebook blogs if you are looking to join some.
A new group for Canadian authors and epublishers. Including foreign authors published by Canadian epublishers.
YA and Children Promotional Group
Just Book Reviews for Children and YA
Just Book Reviews
Latinos & Italian Writers / Authors Open Group
Take a look at XoXo blogsite xoxopublishing.blogspot.com and hope you will follow it will mean a lot to me, and for those who I am working with. I am in promos, guess I start from the bottom to know the business and work my way up.. =)
Well I am finally am done with school and I am happy the 2 years are behind me so now it time to work on repayment of my school loans. So I been busy with promos and re=writes that I had pending due to school was not giving me the time to do them. Now I can. I hope everyone is having a great summer so far. You will hopefully see my books coming along. Now also that I am a bit better at writing.
School did help me with that. Along with reading sociology classes etc... graduated with a 3.15 GPA not too bad for someone returning to school after 20 years now and being disabled with MS. I tell you it was hard the last year. Now I have a degree in Web design.... Yay...
When Marena Jacobs drove home on a cold, rainy night to Eden, North Carolina, she never expected to meet the man of her dreams, after she died. Surviving a near fatal car accident, she slowly recovers from a traumatic brain injury and crushed leg. In the months ahead, she remain shaunted by what happened in the seconds of time she passed from in to death. Was it real or imagined? Before the accident, her life had almost come to a tragic end. Contemplating suicide, she found a crooked heart-shaped stone in the grass that saved her. She realized that it carried a message. "Even though your heart is broken, it's still a heart, you can still love." A stranger was about to prove to her how true that was!
Better Parenting … "The Napkin Manuscript: Involvement" (2011-2012) is the first installment of a socially relevant series of novels in contemporary fiction by G. Mitchell Baker ('Consistency', 'Awareness', and 'Nurture' to follow). This timely body of work addresses the issue(s) of Better Parenting by relying on dynamic and approachable characters in a plot that drives the theme of parenting enough to provoke thought about the subject of what it takes to achieve better parenting. The Napkin Manuscripts story begins by exploring whether a devolving Father, Jon Emerson, will ultimately decide to remain 'Involved' with his daughters and then ... 'Consistently' remain involved enough to become more 'Aware' and thereafter a more Nurturing parent and father...
It is with hope the contemporary fiction of "The Napkin Manuscript..." may well continue to contribute to the public discourse of better parenting as well... the fine efforts mentioned above … The Very Best, G. Mitchell Baker
Xoxo Publishing is where I do my Promo for the authors I post here, but I also promote everyone else too. The site has a lot of good book all types. Children, Teen,(YA),and adult and self help books. We are one of many to promote any gender. I have read so much on the author we have, all I ask is to take a look. You may be surprise what you will find. I know I am addicted, I am a writer/author and now I work for them and happy to. I fit it in my schedule besides school which I will be done by mid July (I hope). Even being disabled with MS I still manage to do what I love, is reading, writing, and just enjoying a book here or two. Yes I still read a lot. It is for me good for the mind body and soul, in my case it helps me with my MS. So if anyone has any question let me know. I encourage all authors from xoxo to post their books here, out or not yet. And don't forget to follow me. This Year is going to be Great! I have that feeling!
Well with the new year in with the new out with the old. Well I started my new set of 9 weeks classes online Jan 9th. So far so good. Math 117 algebra 2 is not as hard as I thought it was. I passed my photoshop class with An A... and my math 116 algebra 1 with a C. So now I am taking the math above and webdesign one..... after these classes I will have 2 more and I will be done with school. Yay... I am happy I am coming to an end of my school yet sad too. But I know I will be busy with other projects I am doing with XOXO Publishing so it will keep me active busy, and my writing. So what has happen to you that is old and what is new now?
Our standard 40% off the cover price is paid bi-monthly based on e-book sales. Our terms of contract are now for the standard three years and require full digital, CD and print rights and is fully negotiable. Full details will be sent to you upon offering a publishing contract for your accepted manuscript(s).
Authors are not required to pay for any editing or promotional services. We are not a vanity press or self-publishing company.
We are open to various types of submissions at this time: Fiction and Non-fiction, mainly Romance and Romance subgenres.
Subgenres romances such as Time Travel, Historical, Erotic Romance, Pirate, Vampires, Steam punk, Mystery, Fantasy, Science Inspiring, Contemporary, Modern, Hip Hop, Mom Lit, Shape shifters, Magic, Mermaids, Spiritual, Humour, Suspense, Angels, etc. If you don't see your genre listed, we are still interested.
We are seeking high quality original short stories, novellas, and novels that have never been published before, including non-fiction, how-to, self help, cookbooks, educational essays, business, etc.
We do not accept reprints and self-published works as long as you are a contracted author with XOXO Publishing. You must show us your terminated agreement(s) and letter stating your termination with whomever you have published with in the past.
We do not accept multiple submissions, but will consider your manuscript if you inform us prior to or while submitting.
Short Notes™: 800 words
Short shorts stories: 900 to 1,500 words
Short stories: 1,600 to 2,500 words
Novelette™: 7,000 to 15,000 words
Novella: 16,000 to 46,000 words
Novel: 48,000 to 100,000 words
Novellone™: 150,000+ words
Poetry: 30 single pages minimum, 175 pages maximum
Scripts Novellas™: 16,000 words to 60,000 words
Scripts Novels™: 65,000+ words
Submit the following:
Cover letter about your book and a little about yourself.
Include the following: your full real name and pen name if you're using one, primary e-mail address and postal mailing address, home phone number and cell phone number, title of your manuscript, exact word count, genre and subgenre, and 300 words blurb about your story.
Do you have any marketing plans? How will you promote your book along with us?
Submit your complete manuscript(s) to us via e-mail as a Word Doc attachment: firstname.lastname@example.org
What we do NOT accept:
No writers under the age 16 or 18, depending on which country you're in.
No Incest of any kind.
No Rape scenes of any kind.
No Pedophilia, under age sex.
No Golden showers, or extreme hardcore materials/fetish.
No Domestic Violence acts toward men or women or children.
No Bestiality, unless it's a part of the alien fantasy or science fiction storyline.
No Racist remarks or racist storylines.
No Violence and death scenes while coupling.
No Pornographic materials.
If you have any questions prior to submitting your work, please e-mail us anytime at email@example.com, subject line: Questions or Suggestions.
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out, I am planning something huge, and I hope I can get some people out of
state maybe to jump in. I do promo for XOXOpublishing.com. Here is the
kicker... I would like to get young author unknown first timers to participate
if you can write a story that is already edited, good grammar, and can go by
simple guild-lines. It can be about anything as long it meets at LEAST 15000
(15k) word count in word program. So if you or your child ever wanted to write
a book but did not know where to turn. Well contact me (message me) I will have
more details on this. Writing is fun, and it will be fun for them as well. Questions ask me.
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I am not much of a football fan. But I do like my home state teams. Football- Giants and baseball- Mets. I follow them when my husband tells me. Or if I am very bored which is rare occasion lately. So Everyone, Enjoy it if you watch it.. if not. Do what you love to do.
Have a great Sunday!
I read this cool article last week — “30 Things To Stop Doing To Yourself” — and I thought, hey, heeeey, that’s interesting. Writers might could use their own version of that. So, I started to cobble one together. And, of course, as most of these writing-related posts become, it ended up that for the most part I’m sitting here in the blog yelling at myself first and foremost.
That is, then, how you should read this: me, yelling at me. If you take away something from it, though?
Then go forth and kick your writing year in the teeth.
Right here is your story. Your manuscript. Your career. So why the fuck are you running in the other direction? Your writing will never chase you — you need to chase your writing. If it’s what you want, then pursue it. This isn’t just true of your overall writing career, either. It’s true of individual components. You want one thing but then constantly work to achieve its opposite. You say you want to write a novel but then go and write a bunch of short stories. You say you’re going to write This script but then try to write That script instead. Pick a thing and work toward that thing.
Momentum is everything. Cut the brake lines. Careen wildly and unsteadily toward your goal. I hate to bludgeon you about the head and neck with a hammer forged in the volcanic fires of Mount Obvious, but the only way you can finish something is by not stopping. That story isn’t going to unfuck itself.
You have a voice. It’s yours. Nobody else can claim it, and any attempts to mimic it will be fumbling and clumsy like two tweens trying to make out in a darkened broom closet. That’s on you, too — don’t try to write in somebody else’s voice. Yes, okay, maybe you do this in the beginning. But strive past it. Stretch your muscles. Find your voice. This is going to be a big theme at the start of 2012 — discover those elements that comprise your voice, that put the author in your authority. Write in a way that only you can write.
Worry is some useless shit. It does nothing. It has no basis in reality. It’s a vestigial emotion, useless as — as my father was wont to say — “tits on a boar hog.” We worry about things that are well beyond our control. We worry about publishing trends or future advances or whether or not Barnes & Noble is going to shove a hand grenade up its own ass and go kablooey. That’s not to say you can’t identify future trouble spots and try to work around them — but that’s not worrying. You recognize a roadblock and arrange a path around it — you don’t chew your fingernails bloody worrying about it. Shut up. Calm down. Worry, begone.
The rise of self-publishing has seen a comparative surge forward in quantity. As if we’re all rushing forward to squat out as huge a litter of squalling word-babies as our fragile penmonkey uteruses (uteri?) can handle. Stories are like wine; they need time. So take the time. This isn’t a hot dog eating contest. You’re not being judged on how much you write but rather, how well you do it. Sure, there’s a balance — you have to be generative, have to be swimming forward lest you sink like a stone and find remora fish mating inside your rectum. But generation and creativity should not come at the cost of quality. Give your stories and your career the time and patience it needs. Put differently: don’t have a freak out, man.
I said “stop hurrying,” not “stand still and fall asleep.” Life rewards action, not inertia. What the fuck are you waiting for? To reap the rewards of the future, you must take action in the present. Do so now.
It’s not going to get any easier, and why should it? Anything truly worth doing requires hella hard work. If climbing to the top of Kilimanjaro meant packing a light lunch and hopping in a climate-controlled elevator, it wouldn’t really be that big a fucking deal, would it? You want to do This Writing Thing, then don’t just expect hard work — be happy that it’s a hard row to hoe and that you’re just the, er, hoer to hoe it? I dunno. Don’t look at me like that. AVERT YOUR GAZE, SCRUTINIZER. And get back to work.
You don’t get to be a proper storyteller by putting it so far down your list it’s nestled between “Complete the Iditarod (but with squirrels instead of dogs)” and “Two words: Merkin, Macrame.” You want to do this shit, it better be some Top Five Shiznit, son. You know you’re a writer because it’s not just what you do, but rather, it’s who you are. So why deprioritize that thing which forms part of your very identity?
The mind is the writer’s best weapon. It is equal parts bullwhip, sniper rifle, and stiletto. If you treat your body like it’s the sticky concrete floor in a porno theater (that’s not a spilled milkshake) then all you’re doing is dulling your most powerful weapon. The body fuels the mind. It should be “crap out,” not “crap in.” Stop bloating your body with awfulness. Eat well. Exercise. Elsewise you’ll find your bullwhip’s tied in knots, your stiletto’s so dull it couldn’t cut through a glob of canned pumpkin, and someone left peanut-butter-and-jelly in the barrel of your sniper rifle.
Complaining — like worry, like regret, like that little knob on the toaster that tells you it’ll make the toast darker — does nothing. (Doubly useless: complaining about complaining, which is what I’m doing here.) Blah blah blah, publishing, blah blah blah, Amazon, blah blah blah Hollywood. Stop boo-hooing. Don’t like something? Fix it or forgive it. And move on to the next thing.
You hear a lot of blame going around — something-something gatekeepers, something-something too many self-published authors, something-something agency model. You’re going to own your successes, and that means you’re also going to need to own your errors. This career is yours. Yes, sometimes external factors will step in your way, but it’s up to you how to react. Fuck blame. Roll around in responsibility like a dog rolling around in an elk miscarriage. Which, for the record, is something I’ve had a dog do, sooooo. Yeah. It was, uhhh, pretty nasty. Also: “Elk Miscarriage” is the name of my indie band.
Writers are often ashamed at who they are and what they do. Other people are out there fighting wars and fixing cars and destroying our country with poisonous loans — and here we are, sitting around in our footy-pajamas, writing about vampires and unicorns, about broken hearts and shattered jaws. A lot of the time we won’t get much respect, but you know what? Fuck that. Take the respect. Writers and storytellers help make this world go around. We’re just as much a part of the societal ecosystem as anybody else. Craft counts. Art matters. Stories are important. Freeze-frame high-five. Now have a beer and a shot of whisky and shove all your shame in a bag and burn it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. So you fucked up somewhere along the way. Who gives a donkey’s duodenum? Shit happens. Shit washes off. Don’t dwell. Don’t sing lamentations to your errors. Repeat after me: learn and move on. Very few mistakes will haunt you till your end of days unless you let it haunt you. That is, unless your error was so egregious it can never be forgotten (“I wore a Hitler outfit as I went to every major publishing house in New York City and took a poop in every editor’s desk drawer over the holiday. Also, I may have put it on Youtube and sent it to Galleycat. So… there’s that”).
Let 2012 be the year of the risk. Nobody knows what’s going on in the publishing industry, but we can be damn sure that what’s going on with authors is that we’re finding new ways to be empowered in this New Media Future, Motherfuckers (hereby known as NMFMF). What that means is, it’s time to forget the old rules. Time to start questioning preconceived notions and established conventions. It’s time to start taking some risks both in your career and in your storytelling. Throw open the doors. Kick down the walls of your uncomfortable box. Carpet bomb the Comfort Zone so that none other may dwell there.
ALL THAT out there? All the industry shit and the reviews and the Amazonian business practices? The economy? The readers? You can’t control any of that. You can respond to it. You can try to get ahead of it. But you can’t control it. Control what you can, which is your writing and the management of your career.
Diversification is the name of survival for all creatures: genetics relies on diversification. (Says the guy with no science background and little interest in Googling that idea to see if it holds any water at all.) Things are changing big in these next few years, from the rise of e-books to the collapse of traditional markets to the the galactic threat of Mecha-Gaiman. Diversity of form, format and genre will help ensure you stay alive in the coming entirely-made-up Pubpocalypse.
To be clear, I don’t mean, “stop writing for specific markets.” That’s silly advice. If you want to write for the Ladies’ Home Journal, well, that’s writing for a specific market. What I mean is, stop writing for The Market, capital T-M. The Market is an unknowable entity based on sales trends and educated guess-work and some kind of publishing haruspicy (at Penguin, they sacrifice actual penguins — true story!). Writing a novel takes long enough that writing for the market is a doomed mission, a leap into a dark chasm with the hopes that someone will build a bridge there before you fall through empty space. Which leads me to –
Set the trends. Don’t chase them like a dog chasing a Buick. Trends offer artists a series of diminishing returns — every iteration of a trend after the first is weaker than the last, as if each repetition is another ice cube plunked into a once strong glass of Scotch. You’re just watering it down, man. Don’t be a knock-off purse, a serial killer copycat, or just another fantasy echo of Tolkien. Do your own thing.
They’re going to do what they’re going to do. You’re not them. You don’t want to be them and they don’t want to be you. Why do what everyone else is doing? Let me reiterate: do your own thing.
Know the industry, but don’t be overwhelmed by it. The mortal man cannot change the weave and weft of cosmic forces; they are outside you. Examine the publishing industry too closely and it will ejaculate its demon ichor in your eye. And then you’ll have to go to the eye doctor and he’ll be all like, “You were staring too long at the publishing industry again, weren’t you?” And you’re like, “YES, fine,” and he’s like, “Well, I have drops for that, but they’ll cost you,” and you get out your checkbook and ask him how many zeroes you should fill in because you’re a writer and don’t have health care. *sob*
You’ll hear that. “I don’t think this can sell.” And shit, you know what? That might be right. Just the same — I’d bet that all the stories you remember, all the tales that came out of nowhere and kicked you in the junk drawer with their sheer possibility and potential, were stories that were once flagged with the “this won’t sell” moniker. You’ll always find someone to tell you what you can’t do. What you shouldn’t do. That’s your job as a writer to prove them wrong. By sticking your fountain pen in their neck and drinking their blood. …uhh. I mean, “by writing the best damn story you can write.” That’s what I mean. That other thing was, you know. It was just metaphor. Totally. *hides inkwell filled with human blood*
We want to do everything all at once. Grand plans! Sweeping gestures! Epic 23-book fantasy cycles! Don’t overreach. Concentrate on what you can complete. Temper risk with reality.
You are your stories and your stories are you. Who you are matters. Your experiences and feelings and opinions count. Put yourself on every page: a smear of heartsblood. If we cannot connect with our own stories, how can we expect anybody else to find that connection?
Fuck dreaming. Start doing. Dreams are great — uh, for children. Dreams are intangible and uncertain looks into the future. Dreams are fanciful flights of improbability — pegasus wishes and the hopes of lonely robots. You’re an adult, now. It’s time to shit or get off the pot. It’s time to wake up or stay dreaming. Let me say it again because I am nothing if not a fan of repetition: Fuck dreaming. Start doing.
Fear will kill you dead. You’ve nothing to be afraid of that a little preparation and pragmatism cannot kill. Everybody who wanted to be a writer and didn’t become one failed based on one of two critical reasons: one, they were lazy, or two, they were afraid. Let’s take for granted you’re not lazy. That means you’re afraid. Fear is nonsense. What do you think is going to happen? You’re going to be eaten by tigers? Life will afford you lots of reasons to be afraid: bees, kidnappers, terrorism, being chewed apart by an escalator, Republicans, Snooki. But being a writer is nothing worthy of fear. It’s worthy of praise. And triumph. And fireworks. And shotguns. And a box of wine. So shove fear aside — let fear be gnawed upon by escalators and tigers. Step up to the plate. Let this be your year.