Guest Post: The Writing Journey of Luke D Light

Luke D Light

My preferred pen name is Luke D Light. I’m a Bronx, NY Native. I write as a mean to express myself, come up with short stories and even bring awareness to certain topics. I write plenty of poems, some of which I incorporate into my songwriting ability, short stories with a science fiction twist. 95% of materials I’ve produced are poetry books. That is my main speciality. Even my other genre books would have a poem in it or two.

Some obstacles with writing could be finding the time or inspiration. I’ve been meaning to write a third installment in the sci fic series actually because the two books I have on the market are like crossover events/stories. Just the opportunity to be alone and draw out a detailed scenario just hasn’t presented itself, the time wasn’t right. One thing my buddy once said was that I had such a way with words that I was able to draw her deeply connected to the story. Funny how one thing lead to another, I used to have like this stick figure comic story and eventually I was working on a movie script and scenario for the origin movie to explain the background history a bit. When I was 13, I told my late uncle that I wanted to be the writer and team up with an illustrator to help create this comic book series. Which I have recently 2018-2019 worked with illustrators on panel sketches. Who knows what the future holds!

I been writing for 11 years whether it be speech bubbles on comic sketch, short stories, poems, etc.. Recently, I had an idea, I write it out. Poems bleed onto the notepad, ideas crawl their way to the notes. Might take a week or two for anything to gets published. As a self publisher, that’s the routine with Amazon Kindle. I’m more passionate about poetry and songwriting in general as opposed to the other genre yet it’s a fun escape and challenging activity and definitely interested in creating more material. For now, let me do the one thing I’ve failed before and that is promote my work. Till next time, namaste. – Luke Daniel Light (RA Light)


Author Guest Post: Sourcing a Story-Line by Bill Fortin

Bill Fortin
Bill Fortin

Sourcing a Story-line


Where do the ideas for the story-lines originate?
In my case it a combination of career, travel, and a wide selection of personal experiences spanning 20 years in the international marketplace. RFC (Redeye Fulda Cold), for example, literally washed over me like an ocean wave.

Are you familiar with the term Déjàvu?
After almost fifty years it was the simple wording on the highway signage that opened the floodgates. The saga of RFC had been silently running in the back of my mind for quite a while. Besides… I was told by my family doctor that it is important, from time to time, to confront all of our first near-death experiences. The year was 2012. We were transporting one of our horses on the interstate. We were on our way to the New Bolton Medical Center. His name was Quiot Handsome… because he was. The good news of the day was the very talented surgeon, who had recently worked on Barbaro, was going to operate on our Handsome. It was the signage displayed just past the toll booth that triggered the event. The flashback hit me like a ton of bricks. I had not contemplated this place and its unique situation for over 40 years. It was at that moment I made a decision. The saga of what happened to me and my team so very long ago would finally be told. RFC is the accounting of the silent combat fought in West Germany’s production of the Cold War and the experiences felt in a little known piece of real estate called the Fulda Gap.

Medellin: Acapulco Cold by Bill Fortin

Roll Camera, Action, My Life!

Did the title pique your interest?  That’s what titles are for, right? Are you ready for some thrilling moments? Well, my story is not that of a celebrity. I am just an ordinary person who lived an extraordinary life.  I am Yasir Sulaiman….

Yasir Sulaiman


My journey as a writer began in Abu Dhabi (United Arab Emirates). Except for two years, I did my entire schooling in that city as my father worked there. In fact, I started my life in Abu Dhabi at the age of 3 months (1984) though I was born in Palakkad of Kerala (India). As a family, we have origins in both Tamil Nadu and Kerala (states of India). There was almost nothing over there at that time and yet it was home to me. The roads were super-clean and there were no power-cuts (even at that time!) I lived in an air conditioned room (we couldn’t afford bigger apartments back then) and could order anything I wanted (ANYTHING) through a telephone call. We lived in a third-class apartment of an old building. But we had a large balcony from which I could directly see the Baynunah tower (Google it!).  It was (and still is) a union of three towers, structured around a cylindrical core with space for lifts and water tanks, and containing 25, 31 and 37 floors respectively. In the vicinity was the famous “Corniche” or beach-line of Abu Dhabi. Shah Rukh Khan had just debuted and I became his die-hard fan right from the age of 9. We didn’t have cable-television or internet connections (mobile phones were science-fiction) at that time.  Hence, I spent most of time creating imaginary characters through rough sketches or writing innocent poetry. I also began writing poetry; mainly for birthdays and on wishes my innocent mind had at that time. That was the birth of the writer in me.

By the time I was 12, MY FATHER DECIDED that I had to continue my studies in India. A home was built in Coimbatore (Tamil Nadu) and me as well my sister (four years younger to me) were sent t here to get admission.


My maternal grandfather had just retired as a government servant and was looking for a place to settle down. He was from Pollachi in Tamil Nadu and my maternal grandmother from Palakkad in Kerala. By the way, my dad’s parents also were of mixed origins. They built the house together with their own money as well as some contribution from my father.  At that time, there were no roads in the vicinity, frequent power cuts, no shops nearby, and we had to walk nearly 2 kilometers to catch a bus. The school I got admitted on was and is still one of the premier schools in Coimbatore. Its owner was back then one of the richest people in the city. Though illegal yet openly practiced), they charged a hefty capitation fee. Despite all this hype, the school was a mess and the restrooms….readers of my blog will vomit! This was the place I was brought to from heavenly Abu Dhabi.  My only get-away from all this was the room allotted me for which my grandfather had installed a UPS (a generator of electricity) to escape the power cuts. Nevertheless, I made some good friends one of whom is still my friend until date. Ramesh is actually the only friend who stayed with me in the best and worst of my time. Also, I have to mention a fact her that most people who know me find it hard to believe. Because of my the manner I grew up until then, I was actually a shy person. I especially was shy of girls; couldn’t speak directly to them. Besides, I always had an inferiority complex.  Anyway, I was beginning to get used to my new way of life when I got called home from school one evening to receive shocking news; my grandfather had passed away while taking HIS mother to a hospital. Will cut the story short after that; everyone in the family was shocked and my grandmother was devastated. My parents came from Abu Dhabi and the whole household was in a state of remorse. I couldn’t stay like that. Hence, I started venturing out myself along with my new made friends. A few months passed like this. But there was tension in the air. Violent incidents were reported in Coimbatore.  Then then-home Minister L.K Advani had visited the city and extremist Muslim organizations triggered bombs in various spots. I was too young and had no idea of why was all this happening. In Abu Dhabi, Muslims like myself lived in total peace with people of different faiths and nationalities. Hey! Some of my classmates there were from Pakistan and we used to hang out together. Then why all these fights and hatred? I even asked the same questions in Coimbatore. I had a small circle of friends and the close friend named Ramesh I mentioned earlier in this blog is a Brahmin. We often ate out together, spent time in each other’s homes and were more like brothers. Ramesh, myself and others in our gang did not pay any attention to these incidents of violence. School was shut for a few days and we spent our days playing cricket in a locality that was 6 kilometers away from my home but close to that of Ramesh and the other guys. But I had no complaints; anything to get away from the wretched area in Coimbatore that I lived in. We played one such match in the attached graveyard of a mosque. This was located in an area named R.S Puram which is until now one of the trendiest spots of Coimbatore.  The match was going on smoothly. I was at the batting grease. One of my friends bowled and I swung my bat hitting the ball off to a boundary.  A guy who had joined us in the match went to pick up the ball. He crouched and….BOOM! A huge sound was heard and there was smoke all around. A bomb had exploded and until date I remember the sight I witnessed.  The guy who went to pick up the ball lay dead…with his head dislocated! The rest of the incidents were filled with commotion. There were attacks all around. The police stormed the area and started roughing up Muslims there mistaking them for terrorists. Ramesh silently led me out of the place and I stayed at his home for a week.  As my grandmother was alone, she too stayed in the house of a very close family friend who knew my mother since she was a kid; this person stands strong until today at an age of 85+. He is a Brahmin.

I am just skipping the events from here. Two months later, I turned 14. I acquired my TC from the school in Coimbatore and my father took me along with my sister back to Abu Dhabi.


I decided to start life afresh in Abu Dhabi; wanted so much to forget the horrible tales of the past two years.  My new school was a small one that featured mostly Malayalee (people from state of Kerala) students. There were others too.  I didn’t take life seriously for some time. Well, I was just recovering and just wished to layback for a while. It had its cons too. The sudden change in lifestyle made me lazy. From the power-cuts, messed-up roads (if you can call them roads) and lack of other facilities in Coimbatore; I was suddenly in a City with NO POWERCUTS, perfectly clean roads and anything you wanted at unbelievably low prices!! I always had loved fast food; but had to sacrifice them in Coimbatore owing to the shockingly high prices (even back then!) and lack of any good place close to my locality. Abu Dhabi was (and is) totally different. My new home was a flat with central-air conditioning and was located in the middle of the city.  Besides, there were two other things about Abu Dhabi that I adored. The city was so clean that you had practically lick the roads. There were garbage bins every 10 meters and municipality workers cleaned every part of the place (the outskirts) four times a day! Also, no loud horns or any kind of noise pollution were over there. Schools and colleges were kept distant from residential areas. After 10 pm (right now 12 pm I guess), silence was supposed to be maintained. Or else, you could be fined or even jailed.

Everything was here. I started devouring fast food such as burgers, pizzas and aerated drinks in the likes of Pepsi. Obviously I started putting on a lot of weight.

But things were about to change.  Incidentally, I became popular in this school as well. But I also have to mention that timings in the school were different for boys and girls. Hence we were a co-educational school but never met each other. This was the era of MSN messenger; remember those days? Somehow we received email addresses of our female counterparts in the school and started chatting with them. I soon found my first love.  Let me make this clear. I had several experiences “puppy love” much earlier in life. In fact, I thought I found the girl of my dreams right at the age of 10!

As I mentioned earlier, I had (my tastes kept changing after college) been a dire-hard fan of actor Shah Rukh Khan. Hence my whole life as well as mannerisms revolved around the characters in his movies. The first puppy love I mentioned in the earlier paragraph? I actually sang “Jadoo Teri Nazar” (Your eyes are magical) from the movie “Darr” to her! ☺. Things were beginning to change. I became very good friends with a girl in my school through chatting on MSN messenger. The irony and perhaps the reason why she liked me as a friend was because we never met those days;-. I do not wish to mention her name here as things turned sour between us later in life. So let us just call her “S”.

However, I do credit her for bringing about a big transformation in life.  Things were getting brighter in my life now. This girl along with several others in our school as well as a few in other schools became fans of my poetry. Can you guess who one of them was? Have you heard of billionaire Yoosuf Ali of EMKE group?  His daughters studied in the same school and the elder one Shafeena Yoosuf Ali was one of the friends I made with the impact of my poetry.  Some of them even wanted to meet me directly. Yet I felt uncomfortable as I indicated earlier; I was extremely shy of the opposite gender.

The first girl I spoke about then encouraged me to change myself. The first I had to do according to her was to lose weight. In her words; ‘Didn’t I want to look more like the Shah Rukh Khan I adored?’ Those words were enough to set my wings on fire. This was close to the end of public examinations for the 10th standard. By the way, I studied in a CBSE affiliated school in Abu Dhabi. Once the exams were over; I started my transformation.

Read a lot of articles on the internet and even read books on weight-loss. I discovered that white rice (a common food item for South Indians) had a lot of starch and an excessive contribution of carbohydrates in it. This was my usual lunch. I must admit I was an obsessive eater and when I used to love mutton. Biriyani (a dish cooked with rice). Hence I completely avoided rice and even cut down on my beloved fast food for a few weeks. Joined the gym; went for Karate classes; took part in several sporting activities; and went started jogging long distances. The result? I lost 25 kilos in two months (Beat that!).

I then regularly did facials and straightened my hair. Though I used to watch them earlier too, my fascination with Hollywood movies was nurtured at this age; especially the ones with action and graphics.  My next choice was Hindi movies though I hardly watched any Tamil or Malayalam movie. Absent mindedly, I was shaping my personality on the character “Rahul” from the film Kuch Kuch Hota Hai (played by Shah Rukh Khan). Shah Rukh Khan was known as the King of Romance and I would naturally follow that, right? Soon, love was in the air; the first innocently true love of my life. Let us call her “R”. She was in my school and incidentally lived in the same apartment as I did. This was around the time the Tamil film Minnale (Rehna Hai Tere Dil Mein in Hindi) released.

Don’t worry; I am not taking the readers through my romantic moments in this blog. The point is I wrote my first story and this was my beginning in writing fiction (The story will be re-launched by end of 2019). She loved it and I also got many female fans! Life was changing and I was changing. I took part in dance programs and won them!  I was not the “shyster” anymore. People didn’t mock my obesity and everyone wanted to be with me.

Also, I started meeting several entrepreneurs and VIP’s across Abu Dhabi.  Yoosuf Ali had even assured me of a job if I continued in Abu Dhabi. To earn some pocket money, I have even worked as an intern in one of his departmental stores (a fact I hadn’t told my family then) One of the guys who studied in my school was a relation of the Royal family in Abu Dhabi. Hence I had even visited the Royal Palace in Abu Dhabi (one of the most revered places in the world) after completing my 12th board exams. Life was great, but… dad was going to shock me again.


My dad told me on my birthday (just a week after my 12th standard Board Examinations); I had to go to India to continue my higher education. I begged with him but he argued that Abu Dhabi was of no use for us Indians we couldn’t gain much out of education there. Wish he could see the Abu Dhabi today. Anyway, I was once again sent off to India by force.


{To the readers, the events I mentioned in this blog until now were only a build-up for the several challenges that waited for me in the next 17 years. Several factors contributed to me being a writer today and it is necessary to know the background behind it. Pardon me if I am elongating it much. The main portion is yet to come}

See I did a lot of treasures,

Meet I did a lot of friends,

Enjoy I did a lot in paradise….

Journeying through the roads of life,

Walk I did through a lot of flames,

Fight I did a lot of enemies,

Suffer I did a lot in hell….

Journeying through the roads of life,

Learn I did what wasn’t taught to me,

Become I did what I never dreamt I could be,

Live I did a lot in life….

I have seen, felt and touched a lot in life,

Yet I am still studying it….

The show will go on…


Guest Author: Lessons Learned in Publishing by Roxanne San Jose

Roxanne San Jose

Roxanne is a budding writer originating from Philippines. I invited her to share her experiences in the publishing world as a new writer!

Roxanne, in her words:

My name is Roxanne Angelie Torres San Jose, I am born in Manila, Philippines on September 26, 1989. I migrated in America at the age of 13 and graduated with a degree in Political Science in UNLV Class of 2012.
I love reading and my favorite author are Dan Brown and Paulo Coelho.
Annagram is my first book which was published on March 2015.
My second Book, Time Travel, received a publishing contract with Avid Publishing LLC. 

The Making of Time Travels

I got the idea to write a book during the time I was reading books because I love reading. It does not matter what kind of book genre I was reading since I used my own creativity and social issue to write my two novels: Annagram (2015) and Time Travel (2019).
By reading books, I also learned how to format mine such as dialogues and actions on a character or between characters.

It took me two years to write it since I went back briefly in the Philippines. 

To Write it, I just use my creativity in my head then started brainstorming. I read a book on writing a novel and notes about vocabulary and grammar. It made me realize how important education was.

It was also the first time I worked with an editor. I learned a lot from it because when I first finished my second book, I did not edit it properly and I went straight to submitting it with publishers. Got many rejections and some acceptance from non-traditional and traditional publishers. I almost went with a non-traditional publisher but the price did not go well with me. Again, I learned a lot knowing I should have edited it first.

After editing, I searched and submitted my book to publishers. An acceptance arrived from Avid Publishing, LLC and I was over the moon. No words can explain how I felt about it.

Now, I am productive on promoting my second book.

Why and how I wrote my second book, Time Travel

I love reading so it inspires me to write my second book, Time Travel. My favorite authors are Mitch Albom and Dan Brown.

I started with being creative then brainstorming. I studied about writing a novel, vocabulary and grammar. I remembered studying about writing a novel on my iPad in my bed. I now knew the importance of education because, for me, knowing things can make it better.

Now, my second book is published. All I can say is I am proud I did it.

Checkout Roxanne via the links below:





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Angelie Thompson invented a time machine in 2015 and her boyfriend, John Salvador, was accidentally transported back to 1970. Left with no other option, Angelie journeys through time, searching for John. Along the way, she encounters several adventures, meeting new people on her desperate search for her lover. Meanwhile, stranded in 1970 and with no hope of ever returning back to his own time, John begins a new life, working as a receptionist in Lesti Hotel where he finds a new love, Elisha. Conflict arises among the characters due to their complicated relationships and when disaster strikes, it’s up to Angelie to save the world with her time machine invention. The tale of ‘Time Travel’ highlights love, determination and friendship.

Author Interview: Lonna Enox

Lonna Enox is a former high school and college English instructor. She grew up on a ranch in New Mexico, where she learned to love critters, reading, and “wide open” spaces. She is a wife, mom, and grandmother, as well as the proud owner of 4 rescue pets–3 cats and a dog. Aside from an early stint as a newspaper reporter, she also spent 10 years as a freelance magazine writer. She is happiest exploring a wildlife refuge, cuddling little ones and critters, or snuggled up reading a good mystery.

We are glad to be interviewing her on our blog. We hope that you’d enjoy reading this interview. 

Describe yourself in five words:

Sensitive   Sentimental   Reserved   Kind   Hardworking

How do you work through self-doubts and fear:

I jump into the project, telling myself that I can only fail.  And failure will never define me.  Because when I fail at something, I keep working a different way until I get there—or I try something else.

What scares you the most?:

Some of the same things that scare my characters—dark corners, things that go bump in the night, losing those I love,  storms…

What makes you happiest?:

An evening at home with a good book, a kitty snuggled beside me, the dog at my feet, the sounds of little ones giggling, and…chocolate.

Why do you write?:

I write because write.  When not writing novels, I’m writing to a variety of pen pals, I’m writing lists of ideas for writing, I’m writing love notes, I’m writing in my journals…..

Have you always enjoyed writing?:

I not only cannot remember when I began writing, but it would be like not breathing to stop.

What motivates you to write?:

The greatest motivation for writing is that my mind is always busy and people tire of listening.  I see something in passing, and it inspires me.  I would be an insatiable chatterbox…and chatterboxes interrupt the lives of those around them.  So my “chatter” is written.

What writing are you most proud of? :

I am proud of anything I write that is enjoyed by the readers I am targeting.  Before writing my novels, I wrote and published a variety of magazine articles.  They had first held a place in my journals, and I labelled them “Reflections”.  When someone commented, “I have felt like that!  But I didn’t know someone else had!” I was proud to have shared that moment with them. 

What are you most proud of in your personal life?:

Besides my children and grandchildren?  I am proud of the students I taught who tell me I made a small difference in their education.  I am proud to be an American.  I am proud of the parents who not only taught my brothers and myself to value our lives but also to love.  And as I’m now writing novels, I am proud to have a husband who is a computer person.  When he hears me cry, “Oh no!”, he appears, touches something, and the chapter that had just disappeared magically returns.

What books did you love growing up?:

I love the Louisa Mae Alcott books (Little Women, Little Men), the Nancy Drew mystery books, books set during historical periods like the Civil War or the American Revolution, and books where animals were main characters.

What do you hope your obituary will say about you?:

Besides that I’d died writing my latest book at 102 while writing my next book?  Seriously, I hope it will say that I believed in education, love, and read as many books as possible.

Location and life experiences can really influence writing, tell us where you grew up and where you now live?:

I grew up on a cattle ranch that my great grandmother had homesteaded (widowed and mother of 6 kids) in west Texas…only 6 miles from the New Mexico border.  Except for the years I attended college in southeast Missouri, I have lived in New Mexico or Texas.  At this moment, it is in Roswell, NM.

How did you develop your writing? 

By doing it until it felt “right”.

What is hardest – getting published, writing or marketing?:

Marketing is—by far—hardest.  Writing takes tremendous energy and time, but marketing takes creativity, opportunity, courage, and luck.

What marketing works for you?:

My facebook page helps tremendously, scheduling book signings or fair booths or book club talks—anywhere I can speak to people about writing, and having a large family to buy them.

Do you find it hard to share your work? :

My articles are difficult because they are so personal.  My books are difficult because they’re like children—you adore them and know they’re the best…but you realize there may be some ‘uninformed’ people out there who may not have yet realized that.

Is your family supportive? Do your friends support you?:

Oh, wow, yes!!  My father’s sister’s whole church ladies’ group reads them, my brothers read them, my children promote them among their friends and come up with innovative places for me to appear, my granddaughter’s teachers read them, my pastor not only advises me on police procedure but also reads them…

What else do you do, other than write? :

I read voraciously, I love to decorate anything…everything…anywhere…everywhere…J  A blank wall is a challenge waiting to be taken.  I love to travel to the beach, to wildlife refuges, to anywhere that I don’t have to be “on water”.  I love to bake at Christmas.  I’m a past leader for Girl Scouts, I lead various children’s activities in church, and survived countless slumber parties at my house.  Now, I decorate for adult activities at church, rope my husband into decorating projects, knit, bake, spoil the numerous critters I add to the pet menagerie, go to concerts, and walk.

What other jobs have you had in your life?:

To get through college, I cooked in a Dairy Queen, worked as a secretary in the college offices, babysat, cleaned houses, and even worked one summer for a weekly newspaper writing obituaries and church news.

After I graduated, I worked as a reporter on a newspaper.  After that, I taught high school English and Sp-anish.

If you could study any subject at university what would you pick?:

I picked it.  I studied English and American literature and Spanish.

 If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? :

I’d live right where I was “planted”—in the American Southwest.  I love to visit other places, then come home to the forever skies, sandy plains, and people who say “yawl” and help when you need it.  But I’d go back to Hawaii at least once a year to the beach!

Tell us about your family?:

Mama was a nurse and Dad was a cowboy.   Both taught us to love what we did, to love each other, to dream, and to work to make them come true.  My mother’s dream was 3 college graduates.  People laughed at her…until she had 3.  My brother Russ is a natural born artist whose sketches and paintings are real enough to talk.  He also is a rancher and does ranch work all over the Southwest with his helicopter.  My young brother Ben spent his younger life teaching kids to play band instruments.  Now he volunteers in his community in musical activities and is a happy “grandpa”.

How do you write – lap top, pen, paper, in bed, at a desk?:

I write with a laptop anywhere…even outdoors.

How much sleep do you need to be your best?:

I’m not sure, as I find I sleep less with the years.  Maybe I am afraid I won’t get everything written if I sleep too much.

Is there anyone you’d like to acknowledge and thank for their support?:

My family—the parents who gave tirelessly to ensure I would be educated, the grandparents who told stories to make me realize there is more than the written word, my children who are never embarrassed by my writing, my grandchildren who have read my first book even as they are still quite young.  My husband tirelessly tramps through the wilderness, takes photos, help with the computer, and discusses all sorts of technical problems with me.  But most of all, I’d thank Mrs. Sloman, my first grade teacher, who said, “Write?  That’s easy.  I can show you.  Then you can write for always.”

Every writer has their own idea of what a successful career in writing is, what does success in writing look like to you?:

Success is when a complete stranger spends their money on your book, or takes the time to send you a note to say they enjoyed it, or shows to a book signing.  Success is the joy deep inside when you hold each new one in your hands.  Success is the warm spot inside when you know you’ve touched a dream and snuggled it into your heart.

It is vital to get exposure and target the right readers for your writing, tell us about your marketing campaign?:

I blog on my facebook page, I book numerous appearances including fairs, book signings, talks to book clubs, talks to civic groups, talks to schools, etc.  In all of it, I focus on why this book, these characters, this story will appeal to them.

Tell us about your new book? Why did you write it?:

My new book is a sequel to the first two.  Currently, I am writing book four, which may or may not be the end of this series.  I’m writing it because they are still “talking” to me…and they still have a part of their story that hasn’t been told.

When you are not writing, how do you like to relax?:

I read, watch a movie or television, walk the dog (Maggie), tramp through wilderness, browse through a book store, go to a concert or play.

What do you hope people will take away from your writing? How will your words make them feel?:

I hope they will enjoy the characters—smile at their humor, cheer for their success—and appreciate my Southwest culture and beauty.

Do you have links that you’d like to share for others to read? – Website – fan page

Check out her books at 

Thank you for reading and do connect with her on Facebook.

Author Needing Votes for Publishing Opportunity


Hello everyone! I’m Bruce Henderson. I am married with two adult children. Next week I will celebrate my 30th anniversary.  I work by day as a Real Estate Broker, Business Consultant, and Controller.   I have toyed with writing a book for 17 years before I finally got serious with trying to publish. My years of work have kept me mired in consultative details.  I have lots of ideas and I’ve found that putting them on paper is something that I enjoy doing. A lot of my inspiration comes from reading about history.

The Publishing Company I am working with includes a process where the Author starts building they’re Platform by acquiring 1000 votes in order to receive

A publishing contract. Once the 1000 votes and a contract agreement is reached, another 1000 votes is acquired during the editing phase after contracts are agreed upon. We are 170 votes away from the first 1000 votes.

Book Synopsis
John and Benny had known each other since elementary school. John became the quiet dependable family man while Benny continued his childlike life of adventure. While they kept in contact, their interaction diminished a little more as each year passed. One day everything changed. John, his wife, and grandmother had traveled to Missouri to meet his new boss and look for housing to go with his new job. They were finishing up visiting the last house with the realtor when a gust of wind split a tree in half and blocked the road. John quickly pulled the car to a complete stop. He started to get out of the car, but something changed his mind. All of a sudden a huge face appeared at the front of the car. It moved over to where it was directly in front of the driver’s side of the car and paused as if it was trying to look at John face to face. What he saw was not
flesh and blood, but it was floating in the air as if it was riding the wind.
The speckled gray hair it had looked almost human, but its face looked like it was part man and part beast. Suddenly, its mouth opened and out if it came winds that felt like it was ripping the car apart. John yelled,“Does
anyone see what I’m seeing”, but no one answered. He was directed to back up to find an alternate route when he found a side road that took them around the tree. As soon as they took the road the face disappeared and the winds died. The next day John arrived back at his office from his trip intent on at least working the remaining half of the day. He was surprised to find out that Benny had called and left a message
about a major discovery he wanted to share with him during an impromptu visit tomorrow. Neither of them knew how the two events would shape their lives.

Guest Post: Does Sex Sell by Samuel Alexander

Samuel Alexander

Samuel Alexander

About Samuel:

Local to the island of bermuda. Likes to write, think I can sing and have a poetry blog with a few actual blog posts that aren’t poems. Samuel Alexander is my middle name. So it’s not a pen name in it’s true form. Just Wrote the first of a trilogy ‘Salinor: The Beginnings, it’s awesome. Best book i’ve ever written. I love to read and usually think myself to sleep thinking about the books I have to write that I havent’ begun yet. That’s about me in a nutshell, when something more ingenius comes to mind, i’ll share it here.

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Does Sex Sell

You’re probably wondering why I’m writing about the obvious.  Of course sex sells. Still, it isn’t as simple as it may sound.  The problem with sex is where it is.  Sex doesn’t actually sell it’s the genres that sex is in that sell.  People expect erotica, and romance, and chick-lit and even some comedies to have steamy sex.  Suspense novels and mysteries even get away with it because of their darker adult nature.  Sex in places people aren’t used to seeing it, not as successful.

Lets take my own books for example.  My first three horribly written.  The sex, hardcore to the bone.  There were problems on both ends of the scale, not enough, or it’s all about the sex.  There wasn’t a lot of sex, but when there I didn’t get all ‘tone it down because it’s not about the sex’.  In my head adults have sex.  We know what it is.  We’ve done it.  It’s not going to distract me from the plot.  I was of course very, very wrong.  Apparently it’s all the way erotica or soft-core.  There is no middle ground.

So did I tone down the hardcore.  Hell no.  I went on this journey to prove you can have hardcore sex in a standard none-erotica book and it could work. Have the story be about the plot but just happen to have real not-so-dumbed-down sex.  Book one, fail.  Two was better, better sex, more plot, sales… zip.  Book three, I finally got into my steamy stride, the sex was great, and I got my plot to almost make sense.  It wasn’t a good book to be fair but the balance was finally on it’s way. The sex, didn’t sell them.  People clearly want sex to be in the box/book they want it in. So it could be the best sex ever and that shit would be totally irrelevant.

Finally book four.  The magic has happened.  A plot that actually works, sex that blends in seamlessly without being too much or too little, and/or detracting from the plot.  Obviously I struck gold right.  No.  Regardless of the steamy sex, decent plot, and comedy, it didn’t quite make the cut.  And lastly my last book which is by far the steamiest, the first in a fantasy trilogy and apparently actually is good.  It’s the only book I’ve ever gotten a review for and I sold the most of it and… not a single drop of hardcore sex but as my characters are adults, sex oozes everywhere in conversations and flirtation.  The steam is at its pique without me even needing the sex.  So how did I finally actually go from Zero sales to sales.  Reviews.  Feed back.  That’s the key really.

What actually sells a book is word of mouth.  Reviews on online bookstores.  Book ratings.  It doesn’t matter how much or how little sex you have, if people don’t start talking about how awesome your book is, or how much it sucks ass, no one will buy it.  It appears that sex sells, and on a certain level it does, but it’s really the hype around a book that sells it.  So if the buyers don’t talk about it.  Then usually no more people will buy it.  The curse of the starving indie author is that good or bad, no one ever seems to want to talk about their books but they will gush all over a famous author, or equally hate them if they don’t like the book.

Sex can sell, but that is only after people talk about it.  Therefore in actually the sex doesn’t sell the book, the readers do.  So more people should speak up if only so the masses can also enjoy the passion oozing out the pages seeping into their minds and then sweating out their pores in sinful bliss.  Get to writing those reviews and telling the world about this book, whether you hate it or love it.  You have the power to sink or sail a book, and what small chances at ultimate power we have we should use.

Sex sells.  But it can’t sell, without you.

Charlie Hebdo: Yay or Nay?

Jasveena’s latest post on satire and Charlie Hebdo.

Charlie Hebdo: Yay or Nay?

The Montreal Massacre 1989

International Book Promotion was founded by Jasveena, an aspiring young engineer entrepreneur who also writes on things that matter to you and me; for the betterment of all.

Here is the link to one of her posts if you’d like to know what are the things that matter to her and probably should matter to you as much as possible.

The Montreal Massacre 1989: Another Reason Why We Need Feminism

Why I love Owls So Much

Peruvian Pygmy Owl

Peruvian Pygmy Owl

I have often been asked why I include owls in my books. It is because I have loved them since I can remember and had, at one time, a picture of me with my first owl. Unfortunately, I have been unable to find this picture though three of us worked frantically to find it in all the pictures we had.

The picture is me at 3 years old standing in front of the old console televisions. On top of it stood my prized owl; an electric alarm clock made from ivory colored plastic and stood 6 inches tall and 4 inches wide. The clock was in its belly and I couldn’t wait to be able to put it in my bedroom. Mom said I needed to be a little older and at the age of 10 I was allowed my treasure. The clock was used through high school when it decided it had ran its course.

eurasian eagle owl

My grandfather was always tinkering and I though he would be able to fix it for me. When I gave it to him I asked him to not throw it away if he couldn’t. He just looked at me as said he’d see what he could do. If he couldn’t get it working again I planned on taking the clock works out and putting artificial flowers in it and keep it forever. Grandpa threw it away as he never believed in keeping anything if it didn’t work. When I got home from school I was ready to go through the trash but it had already been collected.

I scoured the internet hoping to at least find a picture of it but had not.

That’s how I became infatuated with this marvelous birds.

Since then I’ve collected over 100 owls in statute and picture and some jewelry. I even still have a pencil holder and letter holder I received in 1970, and use to this day.

great horned owl

great horned owl

My first book, “The Angler and the Owl” features my favorite of all the owls, the barn owl, which has a heart-shaped face plate. After researching which owls were indigenous to South America I was delighted to find the barn owl was amongst them. The only difference in my story owl and the real barn owl is that my story owl has a light blue heart-shaped ring around its face that has an eerie glow in the dark.

My husband had purchased a book “Owls of the World” for me for my birthday two years ago and I spent the whole week reading about all the different owls. There are 254 species and 53 sub-species with some being considered to be added to the species list.

Barn Owl

Barn Owl

I was amazed to find the size differences, also. From the smallest, 5 inches (the pygmy owl) to the largest, 33 inches (the Eurasian eagle owl) fascinated me. The book also goes into detail about how each species is designated but I won’t bore you with that.

In my second book, “The Owl of the Sipan Lord” I chose the Peruvian pygmy owl as it is indigenous to the Peru and used in the pottery of the Moche people. The Moche lived 200 CE to 600 CE and were the focus of the archaeologists in my story.

My WIP, “The Midnight Owl”, is graced with the great horned owl, or as most know it the hoot owl. I plan to have that book finished this year.

The magnificent birds will always be part of my stories whether they be harbingers of bad news or rescuers in a perilous situation, or anythin in between.

That’s the story of my obsession with owls. I have them in every room in my home. Though my husband teases me if I bring another one in he’s leaving, he’s still here.

Viv Drewa aka The Owl Lady

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