The other day I was thinking about our front porch in Montague, Michigan. Growing up it was used as a gathering place where people were welcomed, listened to, encouraged to share, and I believe, felt loved. I never really understood the significance of all of this until mom and dad were gone, and I could no longer sit on that front porch.
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I am participating in a reader-powered process for a publishing contract through Amazon for my novel, "Surviving Stephen."
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Our library in Montague, MI was above the firehouse. I was happy to know I could go there and check out fun books to read. We didn’t have a television so our activities were simple. Reading became an important part of our lives.
One day my father said he had a surprise for me. “I want to show you something, Adele. I’m going to take you to a place where there are many books! We’re going to go to Grossman’s.” (Grossman’s was a very popular department store in Muskegon, MI).
The holidays are over. No more shopping until Valentine's Day. BUT THE GIFTS KEEP COMING. Here's a FREE copy of my award winning first novel in the Sam Jenkins Smoky Mountain mystery series. Simply click on the link and follow the directions to down load your free mobi version (for the Kindle eReader.) If you would like a different version (ePub for Nook and most other eReaders or PDF for PCs and all other devices) just send me an email (the address is provided on the "freebie page") and I'll send it to you.
I hope you enjoy A NEW PROSPECT and plan on visiting Sam Jenkins and all the boys and girls of Prospect PD often.
I have been reading an antique book that I found in an old bookcase which contained several titles from years ago. I do not know from whence this wonderful book came but it has to be won of the best histories ever written about Albert Einstein. Authors read as well as write for pleasure as well as insperation on occasion, and since my professional life was as a teacher of physics, I found an urge to become better aquainted with one of the greatest phsycist of all time. Reading this book of about 700 pages has been a distinct pleasure.
How I Used Author Reach to Increase My List of eMail Subscribers
Many of us met Josh Wiley when he spoke at an AGT monthly meeting about his company Author Reach and how they could help a writer manage and build their email lists to reach more potential book buyers. I’ve been using them since their “Beta” days and continue to use them while marketing my books via mass emails.
But the story goes back further than that AGT meeting in Farragut. I received a tip from another writer who had extraordinary success with this method of book marketing. Here’s that story:
Hello AGT members and website visitors,
My new anthology is in the final stages of publication. I just received the semi-final PDF version that will be used to produce the hardcopies and all eBook versions. Now, the publisher asked me to look for "Advanced Copy" readers who are willing to read the book and within 30 days after it goes up for sale, post a reveiw at Amazon and/or Goodreads.
If anyone is interested, please send me an email address where you'd like this PDF file sent. Please note: This copy contains several typos or errors that have been found and will be corrected before the true final vversoins are released to the public.
Okay, here's the information on the new book:
THE GREAT SMOKY MOUNTAIN BANK JOB and other Sam Jenkins Mysteries
(This is an essay I wrote for Rachel Holbrook's online literary journal that's dedicated to women's issues. She calls it The Same, tagline: "The more things change, the more they stay the same." It's URL is: https://thesame.blog/submissions)
From the mid-1950s through the late 1960s, my mother worked for a Chicago-area publisher as an editor of Young-Adult Christian fiction, and as a managing editor of two trade periodicals.
When I was a young child, she would often read to me from the fiction galleys she brought home to work on. These readings were more instructional than entertaining for me as she’d edit the text as she went along. With her ubiquitous blue pencil in hand, she’d start reading and stop in mid-sentence to make emphatic proofreading marks and scribble notes in the margins. Continuing, she’d come to a passage she’d reread, and then suggest a rewording, asking for my opinion. I’d always agree with her rewrite that sounded better to me. I made more of a contribution to the dialogue of children who were supposed to be not much older than me. Mom would read a few lines of conversation, sigh audibly, put down the manuscript and look over at me. “This doesn’t sound natural,” she’d say. “Is this how your friends would say this?” I’d shake my head no, and translate the meaning into my own childish speech. She’d nod emphatically, scratch out the text, and do a rewrite in the margin she’d encircle with a bubble. Reading on, she’d sometimes point out examples of smooth phrasing and good word choices, and then stop again at a clumsy phrase she’d have to rework. With all the pauses and rewriting, I’m sure I lost track of the story, but I learned a lot about the craft of writing from these sessions.
At one point, the publishing house where my mother worked hired a younger man named John to be my mother’s assistant to help with her heavy workload. Since John didn’t have much experience, Mom had to teach him the job. She didn’t mind as she said he was nice and willing to learn.