A Newbie’s Guide to Publishing

A new voice–well, new to me–on ePublishing.  A Newbie’s Guide to Publishing

I’m just beginning to scan this guy’s stuff, and I’m already impressed with his blog.  Of particular note is the way he has his sidebar set up.  Obviously, this self-published writer is serious, and he’s done a lot of work toward paving internet paths back to his books.

Just thought I’d share.

 

ePublishing Ponzi

Say What?

Occasionally, I come across an article that I don’t want to believe.  As I read, I’m resistant to the ideas proposed, until I come across a certain section that is undeniably true.

Lately, I’ve been offering links to other sites.  I know you might click away to read them and forget about me, as you get caught up in the article, but I’m really, really interested in what you think about this one.  Here’s a short clip of the article:

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Every Writer’s Nightmare

“Better Him Than Me”

Want to read about every writer’s worse nightmare?  Check-out the reviews on Huff Post for The Worst Book Ever.  Self-published, of course.  This guy must be hiding under his bed, changing his name and closing all his accounts by now.   In a way, I feel sorry for him.  In a way, I don’t.   BTW:  Haven’t I seen his name on Smashwords?

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Who Knew?

See the Light

 

…and I thought an edit was just an edit.  But no, the experts break it down into logical and productive steps.

 

 

1.  Rewrites, revisions and substantive edit:  I guess, you’ call this the Big Picture.

(I’m particularly talented at this stage, IMHO.)

2.  Line Edit:  An engine check.  Does it work?  Does it flow?  Is it logical?  Is every action followed by a reaction?  Is the POV consistent?

(I get a passable grade on this one, too.)

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Sequence

Read these two excerpts and tell me which one you like better…

This one, a mishmash of sentences as they occurred to the writer (me):

Early morning light crept across the dirt floor.  When would they come for him? What monstrous hour would be his time? Steve watched a spider build its web between the two metal bars of his cot. He noted the beads of dew on the web without really seeing them, without seeing the spider or its red belly, without caring about a potential bite from its venomous fangs.  Down the hall, keys rattled on a heavy chain, a door clanked and a prisoner whined something unintelligible.  Somewhere, within the compound but farther away, two other men laughed.  It was not the sound of two men sharing a joke.  Steve squatted on the ground, pulling his legs up until even his toes were covered by the darkness.

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