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 Book Publishing Saga Is Almost Over.

I can breathe a little bit easier now. We finally got the book uploaded to the publisher. My next step is to order some hardcopy books and get the book reviewed by some readers. 

The process, not without some kicking and screaming, was accomplished late on the evening of April15th. As of the morning of the 16th, the digital format was downloadable. What I need are what are called ARC's (Advance Reader Copies). I will order them as soon as the publisher lets me know the files have been set up for the POD (Print On Demand) service. They only print a book when they get an order for it and they will and do print one book.

So it's possible some changes will be made depending on my ARC feedback. However, the mountain has been climbed and I can see the green valleys below.

Writers write.

I'm currently writing a screenplay. I haven't had a compulsion to write something like this since I finished the novel I'm publishing. 26 Women poured out of me like water from a hose. It wasn't even hard to write. The scenes, the dialogue, and the settings were there in my head. All I had to do was put it on the screen.

The reason I'm writing a screenplay instead of a novel is that this story is begging for it. I can see the sets, the actors, and movement in my mind. I can hear the ambient sound and the dialogue.


But then some days I need a little help, my drug of choice is Caffeine.

The New Yorker





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