Thursday 31 October 2013

Hadn’t the Pleasure # 76

The books that have been collecting dust for so long they have become stained from it
(and yeah, I just realised this shouldn't have been the one here, but I honestly don't do horror, so...)

 
Matthew Elliot is one of LA’s best detectives—a smart, tough, closeted gay man. When he falls for his gym instructor, it’s not his colleagues he should be worried about finding out…it’s the bad guys.

Matthew Elliot is one of LA’s best detectives. He's been labelled the golden boy of the Fab Four: a team of four detectives who've closed down drug-rings all over the city. He’s smart, tough and exceptionally good at his job.

He's also a closeted gay man.

Enter Kira Takeo Franco, the new boxing coach at the gym. Matthew can't deny his immediate attraction to the man his fellow cops know as Frankie. But in allowing himself to fall in love with a man known to his colleagues, Matthew risks outing them both.

Matt and Kira work to keep their relationship and private lives hidden from Matt’s very public life, fearing it would be detrimental to their careers.

But it's not the other cops who Matthew should be worried about finding out his deepest, darkest secret…it's the bad guys


Point of No Return by NR Walker
(Turning Point #1)
 First published 2 August 2013 by Total-e-Bound
iBook, 164 pages
Contemporary Suspense Romance

The four of us hit the gym like we always did after a stressful day and were met by a round of applause from the other cops who were there working out.

Series includes
Breaking Point

Wednesday 30 October 2013

Plan’s for Movember

November, in Oz, I think is all about mo’s (it’s everywhere as far as I can see)
Yeah, we get a hairy bunch of blokes strutting around raising money for prostate cancer.

Mo History

From 30 Mo Bros in Melbourne, Australia in 2003 to 1.1 million Mo's in 2012, Movember, through the power of the moustache has become a truly global movement that is changing the face of men's health.

Next year I’m actually going to get right into this charity.
I know that I can’t grow a mo, and so my participation isn’t going to go all that well, but I’ll write a few post about prostate cancer, testicular cancer, and mental heath, and all such as well as about the charity.
I’m even going write a book (Love Without Knowing It) to get published, even threw a publishing house of self-pub and all the royalties/money (depending on how I end up doing it) will go to a charity, I was thinking one that they supported, but at the moment, with such quick research I can’t find what it is.

Anyway. In support of this… lol, I do support this charity, and if I’d been even slightly ready for it, I would have a book ready to go out (self-pub) for Nov. but alas I don’t, and so instead I’m going to give you four blog parts in That’s Different… It will be the next big part in the story, and will probably be a run off, like all four will hold a cliffhanger, type of thing (at least ‘cliff-hanger’ means, it will continue on as one big part.

I’m not sure if this will be appealing to you, but I’m taking on the same thing I feel with Being That For You, which means by the end of it, I’ll flush it out, chapter it up, and I’ll wrap it up as a free ebook.

Anyway, this means that I’m not going to be doing my fortnight Memoirs, though I know I should just scrap them anyway, and just keep the monthly reports, but I like writing those little things as I write and not sure where to put them instead. So until that day comes they will still pop up. but not next month.

And there’s my ramble
And my heads up on what’s coming next month.

Tuesday 29 October 2013

Stuck in Your Head # 71

I’m going to give you the line from the books I’ve read that make my mind crave the rest like chocolate & Coke.


“Yell at him some more, Bri. All of us talking to him didn’t do a damn thing, but apparently your anger just woke the asshole up.”
page 13, iBook

Heart of the Race by Mary Calmes
(2013 Daily Dose: Make a Play)
First Published 1 June 2013 by Dreamspinner Press
Contemporary Romance

Varro Dacien spends his life riding toward the next adventure. Brian Christie, his best friend and touchstone, the one person who’s always truly seen him, plays sidekick on these madcap adventures and subsequent trips to the hospital until he can’t take it anymore. While Brian can see Varro, Varro has never caught on that he’s breaking his best friend’s heart.

Without Varro, Brian builds himself a life that’s all about just getting by, doing his best to ignore the hole in his heart and his life. Without Brian to balance him, Varro pushes harder and takes more risks to reach that ultimate high. His job racing high-octane bikes on suicide-level courses makes it easy to get that rush… until it’s no longer enough and Varro realizes it’s not the race, but who’s waiting at the finish line that truly matters. Now he just has to convince Brian to be there

Monday 28 October 2013

Nothing Particularly Important, but Words all the Same

I was going to write about something witty. Something important. Something that would inspire, or just let you knows there are others out there that are going through the same as you are.
 
‘Cause, though it helps, it’s not me being smarter than you. Or me going through something thing you are. It’s a connection thing we need to feel with others. Rather than lording yourself above the rest. Like you know what’s meant to happen, or what you’re meant to feel, know, understand.
But who really cares. When someone talks to you as if you don’t know anything about yourself, or your own feeling. Or if they treat you like your emotions aren’t worth anything because they aren’t what said person says you should be feeling.
 
Well, it just doesn’t sink in. we read it. We get pissed at it. We’ll have a little rank and then everything that is you sinks to the bottom of the pile and you are forgotten, because as human’s we don’t want people to tell us what we are thinking, what we are feling is a pile of dog shit or worse, that what we are feeling isn’t actually what your feeling, because I said it isn’t, and in my brain what I feel or how you feel is what your feeling.

Fuck, that was a mouthful.

Anyway, this thought actually makes me think of when I was having my second child. Hell, really any time you go to a doctor, but my second was what’s really sticking out.
I went into the hospital at... I think it was after midnight, but my daughter gave me a lot more labour pains, I remember walking around my house, not able to find a moment of comfort were I stood or sat.
Anyway, we were at the hospital. I got the shot in the thigh, and went normally loopy (note, it was the first time any drug actually worked on me the way it should have) and after, I think 3 hours, maybe less, it felt like two days, I was telling the midwife that the kid was coming out.

“I don’t think so,” she says as she ambles around the room. She’s tired. It’s the end of her shit; she doesn’t want to deal with me. That was evident when we came in that night.
“Oh, no, I don’t think you need the shot, it will just stop the progression” and yeah, that’s what they always say, because it’s true, but the way she said it. Like she just wanted me to go the fuck home.

Anyway, she tells me that she’ll do an exam, and I’m all like, “oh it’s probably just a need to pee” ‘cause if you’ve ever had a kid, you do not want anything suck up you. Hell, no, all you want to push everything the fuck out.

Anyway, you don’t need a blow by blow, I had her, she’d… um, ya know, where the baby poos inside you and the midwife didn’t have any crash cart ready. She didn’t want to deal with it, and more on she truly believed I didn’t know what I was going on about when I looked at the clock at 5am and said to them all I wasn’t going to make it to 8am when the midwife that had been dealing with me all the time said she started and that I should hold the baby in so she can be my midwife.

Anyway, the whole thing. I haemorrhaged afterwards because I ended up having my daughter on the bathroom floor in the maternity ward and she didn’t have the short ready so we all got to watch as she pulled my placenta out in strands.
I lost nearly 5 pints of blood, that they could count. More went done the bathroom drain.

Anyway, safe to say I nearly died when having my daughter, but what I truly remember, even when I was up and walking around again, was how much they didn’t trust you knew what your body was going through. Like, yeah, people lie, but shouldn’t you at least hold some part that will look at what’s around you, at the person you’re talking to and see it. if not, what are you doing. What are you thinking, that you can’t see what’s in front of your eyes. and more so, maybe you should work that shit out before coming into a job that could kill someone, because I was lucky and when it happened it was change over time threw the hospital and so there was double, of everyone there, even more because of the early morning change.

Anyway, this probably isn’t what you care about, but it’s a point. People don’t want you to tell them how you feel. They don’t want you to say what they should be feeling. They want to know that there’s someone out there feeling what they are. And maybe some help in how to stop from feeling it. Or how to help yourself. Or more importantly that you will survive the whole ordeal.

Its why books, why writing is so objectifying.
And it’s what I’m struggling with as I write Book A, because it’s about a man who is in the beginning of PDS and when I read it I feel I’m not doing a good job. But the thing is I don’t want it to be textbook, because this is only going to be 10k and I don’t want to go into the happenings of PDS I just want to show his struggles as he tries to break free of what he’s known for the last 3 years.

But It’s not what’s normal. It’s not textbook and I feel it’s going to get slammed because of this. and I know this. I know and it’s something that I want. I don’t want it to be text book, hell I don’t what him to even realise that he’d got PDS until, maybe the end when he finally gets some help.
But more so I want this book to be about a side of a person when they get help just before they pick up a bottle and start to drink away the pain. I don’t want him to go that far down the path, sort of that moment where you have to roads, and both are going to be hard, but one won’t lose you your life.
Because my story is a romance, and a new one, and because of that, this book is about him taking that romance and making himself stronger, getting help, before he was able to begin to drown in the darkness of history.

I don’t want this book to be heavy, and hell, maybe I’ll write what would have happened if his lover hadn’t been there. maybe I will write a books comply and utterly about PDS because I think, maybe, my writing style would work well in that type of book, since I write so close to back of a person’s eyes, you can’t help but see what he’s seeing. And that, I think, would make your heart ache with feeling that the person telling the story is feeling.

But I’m not in a good place at the moment. Mentally as well as in, my writing and I don’t want to write something that comply and whole life destroying, until I’m a little further along.
But also, I’m a person that truly has to feel what I’m writing to be able to write it. That’s why I do through big bouts of blocks, because if I don’t hear it, or feel it, or see it, then I end up writing shit, and no one wants to read that.

Saturday 26 October 2013

Story Corner #Bring that for You

This posting is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.
It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

Friday 25 October 2013

We Give Thanks, the Threat is Gone

The fire front is still burning, but the threat has gone.
I thought, since I wrote about this before that I would again, being that it’s ended. Yeah, there is still a smoke smudge in two of our horizons, but there not expecting any real threat to come from them.

I don’t really know what to say, but people overseas, it was only NSW that was on fire, the rest of Australia it’s been raining. And in NSW only two fire fronts have been causing a lot of damage, both the one in the Blue Mountains, and the one in Newcastle.

I’d like to give my own person thanks to all the fire fighter, both from NSW and outstate, as well as those who came over from NZ (if they did actual make it here)

As well as my condolences to the family of the water bomber helicopter who lost his life in Newcastle.

Anyway, here are a few photos of the fires in action (I don’t own any, and I don’t know where they came from since I got them off a general search, so if you want me to take them down tell me and I will)

 




I think, the only reason that we didn't have as much problems as what they were thinking we would, was because all that smoke, on our hottest, driest and most dangerous days, was heading over Sydney rather than towards the ridge I love on.
it was the reason that I had no panic on Wednesday or Thursday that I wouldn't be able to go home that night (I spent the day with my family at my parents house, since everyone was home because of the threat level) because when a bush fire is threatening, but it's far enough away that you don't really have to think about it, it's the smoke--the ambers that are the dangerous part of it. yeah, for those on the group, the fire fighters and the house near by, that would be scary, but for me, if there wasn't any smoke, then I didn't see there being a fire. not unless some little fucker decided to light one up.
 
but the people in charge got themselves ready for the worse, and the back burning worked as well, if better, than anyone thoughts, and everyone is back in there own beds.
well, except all those people in the Springwood/Winmalee/Hawkesbury area, and if you wish to help out there are many places you could donate to. but I'm not sure where any of them are, since I donate in hand.
 
well, I'm taking a breath and hoping they get Lithgow fire under control and that the people that live along Bells Line of Road can go home and get back to there lives.

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Thursday 24 October 2013

Hadn’t the Pleasure # 75

The books that have been collecting dust for so long they have become stained from it

 
Fire cost Jared Kenny his home and all his memories of the man he’d loved for over half his life. But it also brought him firefighter Adam Collins and the purest blue eyes Jared had ever seen.

Despite the best efforts of his department, Adam had to watch with Jared while Jared’s house burned to the ground. Something about the man touched Adam and made him want to follow up and protect him. Later, when the two of them gave in to their passion, it burnt and bared them both.

So Jared ran…from Adam, from his past, and from everything their future together could hold. He tried to start a new life, taking only his newfound passion for glass and his obsession for a finding a particular shade of blue, the blue of the heart of a flame. It took a near-tragedy to teach him that the blue he sought, he'd had all along…in his firefighter's eyes.

Publisher’s Note: this book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual practices.

Blue fire by ZA Maxfield
First published 21 July 2009 by Loose Id
iBook, 89 pages
Contemporary Romance

Adam’s heart sank. He had no water to fight the fire. The arm beneath his fingers trembled. He gave it a gentle tug to pull its owner away from the building, and they watched helplessly as it was consumed by fire. […]

Tuesday 22 October 2013

Stuck in Your Head # 70

I’m going to give you the line from the books I’ve read that make my mind crave the rest like chocolate & Coke.


Alfred’s fingers curled around the tube as if he was horrified by the possibility that Caden would try to steal it and the right to take care of his mate away from him.
page 92, iBook

The Love of a Mate by Kim Dare
(Pack Discipline #4)
First Published 6th June 2011 by Total-e-Bound
Paranormal BDSM Romance

Alfred’s always been the pack’s trouble maker. He’s given up hope of ever being anything else. But, could that change when he suddenly receives the love of a mate?

Caden’s never had any trouble convincing other wolves to do what he wants. He might not have his brother’s status, size or grumpy personality, but that doesn’t matter. He’s always found smiles and flirtations to be far more effective than any of those things anyway.

When Caden sets his sights on Alfred, he knows he’ll need every trick he’s ever acquired if he’s to have any chance of reforming the pack trouble maker into a good wolf and a first-rate potential mate. However, that might not be the only obstacle they face—the rest of the pack might yet prove to be their biggest challenge of all.

Please note this book is best read in sequence as part of the Pack Discipline Series.

Series includes

The Mark of an Alpha, The Strength of a Gamma, The Duty of a Beta

Monday 21 October 2013

Real Life Intervening

Hey, I wanted to take some time out of our lives to give you a warning in the case that I stop being able to post anything new onto this blog.

As of, well, now, my house is stilling in an unstable place.
It’s not an earth quark or anything; it’s just that there are three fire fronts and a high possibility for them to merge as one in the Gross Valley, and whip out the ridge in which I live.
Its’ not just my house that’s it’s a Blue Mountains thing, but I know for certain that if the fire come close this house will possibly, more than likely, burn up in the blaze.
Fun for us, devastating, a little scary and life.

 I’m not sure if you can fully understand what it’s like to live in a high bush fire area. But it’s a part of summer here in Australia, only for the last 8 years it’s been absent, instead we have had massive flooding.
Which for this moment is brilliant, it means that we have plenty of water to put the fuckers out, but it also means there’s a butt load of bush trash waiting to be burnt up in this heat.

Before I continue I think I should add a picture to show you a little of what we’re facing, but I couldn’t get a snap of the site and the fires in it, so I drew a map for you—it’s really shit, but it’s basically what’s happening.
The purple is where we live, the red the fire. I’ve written the amount of hectares that have been eaten but I’m not sure if you’re able to see that.

 
Now, that area on the bottom right, is Springwood, that area has a cumulated the most damage. They have lost 195 house, in and the surrounding areas, as well as damaged 109 properties. A man even dyed in it. However, he had a heart attack but it was probably due to the high stress and smoke inhalation.

We have to thank everyone that’s helped out in that, because it’s the right thing to do, as lots of families are homeless now, with nothing to their name (well, until the checks come) as the fire seemed to more rapidly and with little warning.
I’d like to think this is the most we will lose. I’m not naive to think it’s going to be true, as Bells Line of Road (which is that purple line under the big arse red spot) is already seeing house lost, but in all the years that I can remember there was never more than one town lost to bush fires. and that mostly always happens because we aren’t prepare for what’s in front of us. And right now, since it seems to be raining over the rest of Australia, they have all leant us most of their rural fire squads.

What they are fear the most, and what they are planning for, is Wednesday, when, along with high temps we are going to be seeing 100k hr northerly winds. And I’m not smart enough to figure out where that’s going to end up pushing the fire, but from what I’m hearing, the fire-rey are waiting for all three fire fronts to end up combining into on inside the Gross Valley (which is the blank spot in the middle. This will lead to a massive fire front that they won’t be able to hold off. There just isn’t enough manpower for that, especially if it heads across to us.

Though, since this morning, when they were sure it was going to happen sooner rather than later, it’s seen that the temp hasn’t reached as high as predicted nor the wind. I’m guessing there main goal at the moment is keeping each fire as a single blaze and keeping it out of the Gross, which is a lot easier said than done, because, as I see it, if they are able to hold it as long as possible they might not fire it goes that far when the wind hits it. or maybe if it isn’t in there, it might not reach the houses until the wind dies down.

But I haven’t been listening to the news for a good hour now, so I’m not sure what’s happening either way. I’m just hopeful and thankful since all the smoke from the fires seems to have head on down towards the city, which means it’s less likely to start a new blaze from the ambers.

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you about this, maybe when it’s all over I’ll go into it more, tell you how it went and all that, but for now, I just wanted to give you all a heads up just in case I drop off the internet world. It’s probably just means I’ve been evacuated and that I may or may not have anything to come home to.

But, like I said (if not, here it is) bush fires are a fact of life around here. And honestly the smell of one and the threat and the heat, well, to me it’s finally summer, and we haven’t seen that in so long I was longing for this day. Even though it’s quite hot here.

Talk soon

Saturday 19 October 2013

Memoirs of this Delusional Writer #34

Starting paragraph
Their hands meet. Just a shake, nothing that didn’t happened any other day with any other person.
Something Said, opening line

Friday 18 October 2013

So, In Conclusion

Hi, I’m Bronwyn Heeley. I have a series come out in the near future.

It’s a Paranormal Romance of the m/m genre. It’s about the love between the men rather than the plot line. Each book follows the love life of a different characters. It’s in third party, and though it should probably be read in order, I’m hoping (but not sure yet) that each book can be individually read.

The werewolves in my series are what I see as the 1980 version, the ‘Hollywood’ version where they are man like wolves, who eat what they can when the moon is full. I’m hoping that they aren’t particularly violent, and aren’t heavy in any nature.
They are quick reads of love that you can read when you have a few hours to spear.
They aren’t about racism or homophobia, or anything but love, and lust and sex.

Thursday 17 October 2013

Hadn’t the Pleasure # 74

The books that have been collecting dust for so long they have become stained from it
 


A life of wealth and privilege doesn’t equal happiness—just ask Eric Courtland. Growing up with a cold, unfeeling father and unstable mother has taught him exactly what he doesn’t want out of life or love. The troubled young man prefers a solitary life and is content to keep it that way until a campus emergency saddles him with an unwanted roommate.

Popular, wholesome, straight Nick Thompson is far more temptation than Eric’s prepared for, but Nick’s warm, easygoing manner gradually cracks through Eric’s prickly protective shell.

After Eric suffers a traumatic attack, their friendship gives way to an intense passion. Eric’s no stranger to casual sex, but what he feels for Nick is something deeper, and more fragile.

Independent Eric doesn't know the first thing about being in a relationship, much less with a lover who can't even admit he's gay. But conservative Nick can't seem to find his way out of his own personal closet.

Rock, meet hard place.


By Chance by Cat Grant
(Courtland Chronicles #1)
 First published February 2009 by Lyrical Press
2nd Pub 2012 by cat grant books
iBook, 121 pages
Contemporary Romance

Eric stepping inside his room and stopped short, frozen by the sight of someone else’s clothes strewn over the couch. What the hell? Had dorm administration assigned him a new room without telling him?

Series includes
Strictly Business, Complications, the Arrangement, Triad

Wednesday 16 October 2013

My First Time with Editing

This one was weird on a lot of counts. (and probably a repeat of shit I’ve already said)

First, they edited about a chapter of my first book, got me to fix up what they found, and then I ended up with a different editor who fix up a few other things but then continued on with the rest of my story.

The first story was around 12k and it wasn’t chaptered out.
If I remember correctly—no, I’ll look it up. This one ended up going through four editing sweeps before it got sent up the line …

Tuesday 15 October 2013

Stuck in Your Head #69

I’m going to give you the line from the books I’ve read that make my mind crave the rest like chocolate & Coke.


“Hey, Butterfingers Murphy, you going to catch the ball tonight or stand around with your thumb up your ass like you usually do?” He heard that loud and clear. So did his teammates. They moved in tight as he turned to find the source of the taunt. Every damned hair on his body standing on end.
page 18, iBook

Six Ways from Sunday by Mercy Celeste
(Southern Scrimmage #1)
First Published 12th April 2013 by Beg for Mercy Press
Contemporary ‘sport/military’ Romance

 
Take one NFL tight end, and one Marine, add one week and watch the sparks fly.

Bowen Murphy craved two things, football and Dylan. After high school he had football but he lost Dylan.

Dylan Sunday walked a different path, one laid down before him by his father and his grandfather. Losing Bo one day after discovering they shared more than football wasn’t part of the bargain.

Six years of missed connections and finally Dylan is able to come home to the man he left behind. The spectacle of the biggest game in the NFL is only the beginning of one sizzling week. After that time and fate would decide if Bo and Dylan would walk the same path, or if one of them would make the ultimate sacrifice.

Warning: bittersweet tale of two hot men, making up for six years of separation. May not be suitable for sensitive readers. Contains scenes of male/male sexual practices.


Series includes
Sideline, Offside Chance

Monday 14 October 2013

Let’s See What You Think

You see, at the moment Josh Lanyon is doing, a piece where he’s going to follow the career of one author from start to... well I’m not sure, but it’s to show how things are going, or maybe if you can get rich that way. (It’s a year. A year in with a newbie author)

Honestly, I can’t remember, and it’s not the minute details that matter, at all, it’s the long run. It’s the point.
And the point is that it’s a good idea. It’s an idea that had me starting this blog when I first decided I want to write, though then I was reviewing more than really writing.

Anyway, I thought it a good idea. And even though he’s going to be doing a quarterly thing, and ask a set of question in each time, or whatever, I thought that maybe you’d like the idea from me.
A look into my head at what happens, and all that (as long as it doesn’t make me brake my contract I’ll tell you everything)

Anyway, its an idea, one that can work weekly, monthly, that sort of thing. A kinda of meme that might help you know if what you’re thinking about doing is something you want to.

Okay, so first… (oh, and sorry if this is just a repeat of things I've already said)

So I’ve Written my Book, now what?

For me, I had actually written three books and was well on my way to finishing my fourth when I got the balls enough to start looking into submitting my book to a publisher.

I’m not sure if it was just me (I’m not) but I’m shit scared of putting myself out there. I’m guessing it’s because I didn’t want to have my hope and dreams smashed into little pieces at my feet, resulting in me being so crushed I wouldn’t want to do this anymore.

Okay, so that’s reality.

The thing is I wasn’t concisely thinking these thought. I was think, ‘it’s okay. I’ll submit it, what’s the worst that could happen? They say no. big deal; I’ll just fix it up a bit and try again”
“It’s no big deal what they think, and really, it might not be your writing that they don’t like but the story. So you’ll write something else and try again.”

It got to the point where I was calling myself some filthy names. Very descriptive and totally counterproductive. Who needs that much negativity or abuse in your life—especially if you don’t deserve it? And mostly, even more so if you’re the one that’s yelling the shit at yourself. Really, you believe your own stupid thoughts before you believe others.

You see, and I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but I didn’t have a beta read for these stories, so more than anything I was scared for the fact that I had been the only one who had read them.
Which isn’t something you should do.

I just didn’t have anyone around me with the time, or who would actually like what I write, and for a lot of reason I can’t push my books onto people who probably wouldn’t like them (I’m gonna suck at publication, aren’t i?)

Anyway, it was at this point, the start of 2013 that I started to do my research.

Like everyone else I’m going to say this is something you really should do. I’m not saying that you should be looking at the background, or any of that crap. Like you don’t have to hack the system, or even, really talk to other—though that probably helps. But you should at least have a look into authors that are published there. About where else they are, and what the publisher is looking for—or what they have published in their past, because if you get a place that’s mostly published contemporary and you have a very heavy paranormal, it will probably take them longer to decide if your right for them, since there is a hesitant in the fact that it isn’t normal for them.

And I’m saying this I  a way that, a lot of companies will publish both, but how I see it, if they largely swing contemporary, you’d probably find them more willing to accept a contemporary then they are a paranormal, and then if you really want to go that way. what type of paranormal did they publish, if it’s all light, then a heavy one? Well, it’s unlikely, unless you’re a bestselling author, and I mean a real one, not arrogant enough to think you are one.

When I was starting, and I mean before I was really starting to look, the shit was going down with Silver Publishing, so to me that one was out.
I’m willing to not care one way or another, but to me, there’s something tainted with that company, and I’m, as a reader, am a little reluctant to by a book from them. I honestly only do if it’s from a series that I was currently reading, or if it’s sold on a third party—since that way I don’t particularly look at who published it.

Anyway, you want a pretty cover; you look at Silver, because they always come out with great covers, no matter what. but what if they decide they want more, are you willing to not be paid because of their bad business ethics?
So, all that was going on, and it got me interested. Which lead me into what publisher sold, what they seemed to sell more of, and where my series, would be better suited.

As I saw the whole thing I had two chose, with this series, I had total-e-bound, and extasybooks. They both seemed to have a lot of books that were the same size as my series was, with the same type of context and with authors that are still going back—that was a biggy for me. At the time, with all things up in the air, I wanted a company that seemed to still be publishing books by authors.
What alimentally had me choosing extasybooks (I’d like to say it was a coin toss but it wasn’t) was because I have three authors that I love who publish there, and I thought it be nice to see if I could be too.

Then I had to learn what the hell you were meant to do when submitting a book. For someone like me, it was a little hard to understand some of the details.
I had to download a program just to get my document on the right level.
I had to find sites that dealt with cover letter, because what the fuck is one of those, and I roughly started writing out my one.

It was hard, and I was nervous the whole fucking time. Like my hands kept cramping up because I was having to hold them still was I typed when all they wanted to do was shake to shit on me.
I didn’t really have much to say. I wasn’t sure if what I wrote was actually right.

Then when I had to document ready—holly hell, that was a scary time, when I realised I could get my hands on the write program and, then as I downloaded it. My stomach played havoc with me. I’m not sure I even if I ate for the week it took me to get it all up and loaded.
Okay, so that took a day. One day and I was ready for everything to be loaded up.

I ended up pressing the send button on Sunday night before I went off to dinner at my parents’ house; it was late May, and yeah… I was there, my head all worrying and trying not to worry because it was going to be a max of 6 weeks before I even knew one way or another (that’s what the website said) and there wasn’t any point getting worked up about it until I knew. I had to try and forget

Yeah, right.
Like you could forget something this fucking big!

But, for whatever reason, it worked, I got noticed. It actually happened a shit load faster than I thought it would. I’m not sure why. I can speculate that there wasn’t that may people submitting work.
That I was obviously sellable and that she would be able to tell that within the first paragraph or two of a document, since it’s her job and she’d read many.
That my book was short easily put in a space that just opened up.

I fixed up my blog, became more involved in social media. Signed the contract, and I’ve had four of my five books edited (okay, the 4th was just sent back after its first round) and it’s only been four months since I signed the contract.

I’m not sure this helps you or not, I’m not sure if you care, but maybe in time what I have to say might actually help. Or at least, maybe you’d just be interested in how it all started. Not that this really talks about that, but I’m mentioned all this information more than once but you have to start at the beginning with these things, and here’s mine.

Till next time…