Reblog: Self-publishing News: New Year, New Predictions | Alliance of Independent Authors: Self-Publishing Advice Center

I just read a fascinating article by ALLi (see below). Some of these trends I noticed in general, such as so many things moving towards subscription. But I love the idea of moving towards more interactive stories and what that means for the writers. There are so many variables to combine and that is what I think will lead to far more interesting and engaging stories.

The more you know!

Enjoy. 🙂

Source: Self-publishing News: New Year, New Predictions | Alliance of Independent Authors: Self-Publishing Advice Center

Late for Work

Lucas packed his work bag, filled his coffee mug, and headed out into the chill.

He hastily sipped his coffee before flinging his car door open. Once inside, he position his items, started the car, and opened the garage door. Each action a smooth, practiced motion that took a fraction of a second.

The engine turned over letting out a comfortable growl. He loved the feel of it purring beneath his fingers through the steering wheel. The radio blared at him, still set to an ungodly volume from his commute home. He sighed as he turned it down.

One more sip of coffee and then he was strapping himself in; foot poised over the brake. He reached for the shifter and clicked into drive with an easy swipe. The backup cam popped up on his dash. At first there was nothing, just the absence of his radio. Then the familiar image of his driveway appeared. It was blurred at the edges where road grime clung to the camera clouding it.

But it was the shape of a person that caught his eye. He had already released the brake and was beginning to back out, when the image registered in his mind.

Stop.

He hit the brake an instant later. Mere milliseconds had transpired.

What the hell?

Lucas parked the car and opened his door. His breath left him in bursting puffs; white wisps that billowed out before him. The flakes fell thick in the predawn. The only light came from his garage.

He stared down his empty driveway. No one was there.

A wind caught the accumulated flakes and gave them a playful swirl.

Lucas was alone.

Homage to REJECTOMANCY

The “Year of the Submission” is soon to close out and a new one to come whisking by.

A special shout out to Aeryn Rudel and his blog REJECTOMANCY. You have inspired me to get off my butt, hit the rejection pavement, and start getting acceptances.

For 2018 I have sent 41 submissions and received two acceptances! It doesn’t sound like much, but yay! Two were also personalized rejections. Keep in mind about half of my submission on are standby, having heard nothing to indicate an rejection or acceptance.

For the upcoming year I hope to double my submissions and thereby increase my acceptances. Also, I plan to submit to paying markets only. This is a big change for me. Since I was 11 I have wanted to be a published author and while I have found nothing but opportunity, I would like to show my “talent” as Stephen King puts it:

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Cheers to a New Year and showing our talent. Best of luck, fellow writers.

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Writer’s Prompt

Ingredients:

  • Characters
  • Settings
  • Items and any other odds and ends that have the “spark”
  • 250 verbs
  • A room full of writers

Directions:

Five minutes before writer’s group officially starts, hand out printed documents and scissors. Provide three mixing bowls and a colander (or a fourth mixing bowl if you are an adult and own that many) for each category.

Each writer draws one setting, two characters and at least three verbs (some took a “pinch”!) and writes. We do not set a time limits.

Results will be hilarious, dramatic, and spectacular.

Here’s a link to the doc I used with my writer’s group to get you started. I used a Pinterest board to collect ideas.

Illustrate our world

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Words are exacting with

their imprecision. Capturing moods,

colors, but leaving

measurements and formulas out.

Words illustrate our world as

paintings use the human eye to capture low lighting
though the proportions are disjointed.

This is how the writing goes

painful and broken.

Without sacrifice there can’t be art.

Finding strength with my pen, lifting 10,000 pounds and

carrying it

through time and space.

So that someone too will feel

as viscerally as myself. Will know as intimately this condition

called life.

If only for that moment.

If only for that time we share

like two sets of lips pressed

to the same cup,

living that experience.

Some other mother

It’s so stupid how out of no where it hits you. This wave of sorrow and guilt for something that isn’t even your fault. How tears eat away at brown eyes and you remember when your co-worker made you cry. How it was nothing in particular but really it was the weight of the whole world that made you crack. And how you wished you had just said it, “But my mom! My mom she’s—” And slammed the receiver down. But of course, the words never came.

You can articulate so well who you don’t want to be. That doesn’t make it feel any more fair or any more right. These tears they soothe, they burn, they heal. It makes the new skin itch no less. Are you sitting in this present enough? This pain? Do you feel each cell of your skin as you grow?

You are so much more than she was. And I wish I knew why that can’t comfort you. Why instead that stirs your anger, sinks you in sadness. If only the idea of a mother could come along—some other mother—someone else’s mother–and soothe you. Wrap you up and love you. Banish this nightmare.  If only

you had your mother.

Welcome to the world

Ah, and so there must always be a first. A first deep breath of a spring morning, the first kiss of the day, and even the first blog post.

Things are heating up and getting real in my writing life. It’s certainly not visible to the outside world *cough-cough* you guys, but we are feeling it at home. Lots of deadline and even, I might add, something other than a rejection letter.

Hopefully all is well in your world. Hello and goodnight.