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The Art of Making a Living With Full-time Writing

Do you want to use your excellent writing skills and experiences to build the life of your dreams – where you don’t have to report to a boss or commute to an office?  Where you work when you want, from wherever you want, on projects you enjoy?

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Does Writing for a Living Sound too Good to be True?
Why not do your writing work from the comfort of your home or at a favorite cafe, or while vacationing on a sun-filled, breezy island … Discover how to create your own satisfying, well-paid writing career in our new author-guidebook: 111 Tips to Make Money With Writing  –  The Art of Making a Living Full-time Writing.

Writing for a living doesn’t mean you have to wait forever until royalties rolling in. Use your book’s manuscript to extend your revenues, find tons of new freelance writing opportunities in the book, and learn everything about grants, crowd-funding, fellowships, writing contests or writer vacations in free residencies.
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The Possibilities Are Endless…
Learn how to be in charge of your income.  The only “ceilings” are the ones you place on yourself!  You can make an excellent living as a writer.  All you need is someone to show you how to start.

Writing for a living offers lots of advantages – you get to choose when and where you work, and with whom. But it’s not enough to say you want to make a living as a writer; you need to know HOW. You need a concrete plan to bridge the gap between where you are now to where you want to be.
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Double, Triple or Extend Your Writers Income Tenfold
This new book shows you exactly the many possibilities to become a full-time writer – with a lot more than 111 tips – how to make a living from writing.  Available as eBook – (ISBN 978-1-988664-08-8), enabling you to use the many links to freelance writing opportunities – and in print (ISBN 978-1-988664-18-7) mid-January at bookstores and online retailers worldwide.
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Amazon Worldwide  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078K6W3HL/
as well as on iBooks, Barnes&Noble, Kobo, Chapters, Thalia, Weltbild etc.
via a universal link: books2read.com/u/me21xl

 

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Tagged: authors, Blogging, Books, Freelance Writing, Magazine Writing, short stories

Christmas Gift for our Writer Friends

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From December 22 to December 28
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Purchasing one of my books on Amazon, and sending the receipt by email, will give you TWO more FREE ebooks.

Choose from these books:

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Just take a pic of your sales receipt, and add it to your email,
sending it latest on December 31, 2017, to 111Publishing a t gmail d o t com
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You will receive two more books of your choice for FREE.

Which means 3 eBooks for the price of only one!
Don’t forget to state in your email which of the books you would like.

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Happy Holidays to you all and all the very best for 2018

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Country Road 309 in New Zealand

A (very) short excerpt from an upcoming novel of New Zealand by Dr. Lawrence Winkler: The Bolthole

When Dr. Sababa first arrived in New Zealand, some thirty years earlier, he and Jane hitched the western entrance of the Tapu, to the trailhead of the Pinnacles Walk. This was where they discovered the love for moreporks in the moonlight and glow worms in gold mines, and each other.

They watched the meteors flash across the Southern Cross at night. “Maybe some day, I’ll buy you a place with a gold mine, in the Coromandel.” She gave him a harsh glare which Kiwi’s reserve for skiting high achievers. And the fireflies danced anyway…

The 309 had become an eternal source of terror for Dr. Sababa. He and Jane drove north of Thames on SH25, on the Pacific Coastal route they had adopted as their own since they bought the Bolthole, years earlier. It was an annual ritual, landing in Auckland in the early humid dawn of each Antipodean spring, and jumping the airport express to Queens Wharf downtown. Then for the short Fuller’s ferry ride to Jane’s sister, on Waiheke Island, the old offshore refuge of “the bad, the sad, and the mad”.

Dr. Sababa quickly decompressed from his professional responsibilities, and Jane caught up with the Rellies for a couple of days, before they returned to the big city. A ten-dollar taxi ride dropped them at A2B rental cars where, for a once excellent price, they piled in an ancient Toyota RAV, vertiginous from the number of spins on its own odometer. With a stop at Caros’ Wines, they zoomed off south, and then east, to Thames. At Pak’nSave in the Golddiggers Mall, behind which you could still find kauri gum, they loaded up several months’ worth of groceries.

By early afternoon, they were swerving through the magnificent red flowering Tolkien tunnel of pre-historic pohutukawas lining the highway along the slate blue of the Hauraki Gulf. They might stop for water, or an ice cream, but never for long, anxious as they were to reach the little shack before dark. They knew every curve on the way, including when it would turn inland at Wilson Bay. The Thames Coast Road went then through the hills and swamps of Manaia. Here a two-dollar coin, dropped in an honesty box at a remote farm gate, would get them a bag of juicy tangelos.

The majestic heights of Mount Pukewhakataratara brought them to the east. Jane and Dr. Sababa would zoom down past Preece Point and the mussel farms of Coromandel harbor. Then to the SH25 turn-off over the ranges towards Kuaotunu, and the cottage.

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It had been one of those perfectly crystalline summer mornings when Jane left him for a few days to take care of a family concern.

Her Uncle Bill suggested Dr. Sababa drive his son’s old copper-colored Holden HQ station wagon north, to camp in the furthest forest of the peninsula. “Take the Bronze Whaler. It‘s a great way to disappear for a few days and see the most remote part of the Coromandel.”

He eyed the massive metal machine in Uncle Bill’s driveway with suspicion.

“It’s big,” he mumbled. “It’s indestructible, mate. Runs like a buck rabbit.”

Dr. Sababa accepted the offer with gratitude and asked Uncle Bill for directions to the remoteness.

“I’d take the 309 just south of town. There are twists and turns and a few potholes, but from Whitianga, it’s 22 kilometers of winding gravel on a northwest diagonal, along the Mahakirau Stream, to Coromandel town on the east coast. Then there it’s straight up the guts to Colville and beyond.” The 309, joining Coromandel to Whitianga, was an unpaved road.

The good doctor threw his sleeping bag and tent in the back of the Bronze Whaler, and carefully navigated out of Uncle Bill’s gravel driveway. The old man waved from the deck, anxious to see him off on his adventure.

Dr. Sababa stopped at the Whitianga supermarket and filled up the back seat with two boxes of tinned food. The only eating utensil he would need was his Swiss army knife. The Whaler roared along the bucolic pastureland on the SH25 south of Whitianga until it reached the turn-off of the 309.

Gorse and scrub and native bush began to fill in his peripheral vision, but the tarmac continued smooth and deceptive for the first two kilometers before turning into dust and stones at the quarry. The Whaler blew past tree ferns and building blocks of rainbow-colored beehives, and the black squiggles on a yellow traffic notice warning of the 309 loops and bends which would form the next ten kilometers. Another sign, red and lime green spoke of local artisanal activity further down the road. 309 Honey… 3 kilometers.

Vehicles passing from the other direction raised clouds of fine dust the lasted only as long as it took to reach the next one. Dr. Sababa was experiencing his first solo flight in hostile airspace. New Zealanders consider driving as just another extreme sport. With classic All-Black élan and strategic intent, every car is an obstacle to scoring another goal, every road is a slalom course, and every give-way sign a mere suggestion. There is no blind corner too hidden, no passing interval too short, and no single lane bridge too long not to be taken at full speed and full volume. Kiwis don’t so much drive, as aim and, what he was soon to discover, the rules of engagement were the same on the motorways, as on the poorest narrowest cork-screwiest excuses for a road like the 309.

It was around one of these gritty turns that Dr. Sababa found himself on a collision course with a large white luxury vehicle, hurtling around the corner on his side of the gravel. Four young girls appeared to be chewing gum and chatting at the same time, and one of them was pushing her multitasking skills to the limit in attempting to aim his vehicle.

Dr. Sababa, with his lightning-fast analytical ability, came to three sequential conclusions in a matter of milliseconds. The first was that these young women were likely from Auckland, given the gap between their age and the cost of means of transport, obliviousness to the rest of the world, and their straw hats. The second was that, if he could just nudge the Bronze Whaler ever so slightly to the left, he might be able to demonstrate his chivalry, and avert a collision, thus saving the day and its participants. The third thing he realized, was that his chivalrous intent had been ever-so-slightly miscalculated. It resulted in an attempt by the left side of the massive metal machine to leave the rest of the encounter, slowly but irreversibly.

The Whaler began a slow crocodilian death roll, off the left edge of the 309, and over the bank of the sheer drop-off into space. It could have been a ballet if there hadn’t been so much metal in play. Not only the steel of the Whaler was in the air but, at a precise rotational angle, all the tinned food in the back seat boxes flew onto the field. They smashed into the cockpit airspace and around the befuddled expression on the twirling face of the good doctor. Fortunately for Sababa, Uncle Bill had been right about the indestructibility of the old Holden wagon. In three complete axial revolutions through the solar system and down the steep embankment, the Bronze Whaler did not break. It did, however, lose most of its height, as the roof was crushed nearly flat by the impacts with the slope before it was stopped and jammed immobile by a large old rimu tree.

Dr. Sababa was stunned by the accident but relieved that he was still alive and none of the cans had smashed his skull. His passenger side doors were impacted tight against the tree the car was leaning on, but he wasn’t terribly concerned. he was confident, the young girls from Auckland would stop and inquire after his well-being, and together they would devise a safe way to extricate him from his chivalry.

The young girls from Auckland were indeed from Auckland and had continued on the way without giving Sababa’s fate so much as a second thought. Which brought him, with his lightning fast analytical ability, to his fourth conclusion in a matter of milliseconds. Thirty feet below the sheer drop-off, he was immobilized in a massive metal machine, surrounded by an even more sheer drop-off.

Carefully, he opened his driver’s side door, feeling the Whaler shudder under him. The wagon, exactly balanced on the pillar between the passenger side front and rear doors, was not in a forgiving mood for any more mistakes. Sababa gently pushed his door straight up, waited for it to catch, and slithered onto the slope, reaching for any branches or shrubs that might provide him a handhold to survival. He struggled up the bank, digging his soles in whatever they could find, rested, and then climbed again. Twenty minutes after his tumble, Dr. Sababa emerged scratched and shaken, but safe, onto the gravel roadbed which had tried to kill him. The silence was unnerving. He began to stumble back towards the Whitianga turn-off but had not walked far, before he caught a lift with a farmer, heading into town.

“What happened to you?” The farmer asked. Dr. Sababa told him the short version, emphasizing his shock and surprise at the actions of the young girls from Auckland.

“We call them Jafas.”

“Jafas?”

“Just Another Fucking Aucklander” explained the farmer. “You’ll likely meet more before you die.”

A period of silent contemplation followed.

The farmer dropped Dr. Sababa at a garage on the edge of the township. A thin, elderly man, in blue overalls, came out from under a car. He hadn’t said a word before Sababa launched a cathartic explanation of his travails, the accident, the predicament of the Bronze Whaler, its relationship with the rest of the family, the Jafas, and other topics, some totally irrelevant. “It’s down on 309 Road,” he said finally, as an admission of defeat.

The mechanic motioned him to get in a dilapidated tow truck the same color as his overalls. He didn’t speak as they drove back down into the belly of the beast. Less than fifty curves later, Sababa pointed to the edge of the road he had taken the Whaler over. The mechanic exited his own door and went around to the business end of his vehicle. He took two large iron bars and drove them into the roadbed, a fixed distance apart, with a sledgehammer half his size. He swung himself onto the large hook and rode the winch cable over the bank. The speed at which his blue overalls disappeared over the sheer drop-off into space let Sababa gasp. The man moved like he was executing a pivot in a rugby scrum and, for as much as Sababa knew about both the man and the game, he may as well have.

He swung himself onto the large hook and rode the winch cable over the bank. The speed at which his blue overalls disappeared over the sheer drop-off into space let Sababa gasp. The man moved like he was executing a pivot in a rugby scrum and, for as much as Sababa knew about both the man and the game, he may as well have.

Minutes later, his blue overalls rematerialized back over the edge, and onto the truck bed. The mechanic commenced pulling levers and pushing switches until the cable tightened, and a mighty grumbling began beneath them, thirty feet below. Dr. Sababa trembled with the terror of the exercise, and what disastrous results he might bear witness too if this taciturn grease monkey was not up to the challenge. But his torment was unnecessary.

Slowly, leisurely, the Bronze Whaler made a steady ninety-degree turn, her bonnet now facing up toward the roadbed. A tug on another lever and she began a stealthy crawl up towards the bank, swerving like the copper shark she was. Another heave and the Holden climbed over and back onto the 309, facing back towards the direction she had come. Her roof was crushed to the waistline, her windshield and windows were blown out, but she and every food can he had purchased at the supermarket were otherwise all there. The mechanic blew on two fingers and put the key in the Whaler. The engine roared into life. Dr. Sababa’s mouth was open in awe.

“Think you can drive her into town, mate?” It was the first thing the man had said. He nodded.

“How much do I owe you?” Asked the good doctor.

“Forty bucks.” Sababa paid him before anything more could happen, and watched the mechanic drive away. Clearly, there were all kinds of Kiwis, and this man was a seraphim angel of the highest order.

He found his drive back to Whitianga embarrassing. He felt every vehicle he passed snickering at the Whaler, especially because his visibility was windy, and less than five inches high. He pulled into Uncle Bill’s driveway, half relieved and half paralyzed, to find the old man still sitting on the deck where he had left him, not even three hours earlier.

“Quick trip up the peninsula,” observed Uncle Bill.
“Less up than over.” Sababa meant.
“How’d you like the 309?” Asked Bill.
“The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.”
“Looks like you found both today,” remarked Uncle Bill.

 

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Tagged: Bolthole, Coromandel Peninsula, Golddiggers, Maories, Nature, New Zealand, travel

The Only Rule Amazon Truly Cares About

MUST-READ warning for writers who sell through Amazon KDP Select by David Gaughran – prompting 64 comments so far. Here are some excerpts:
“Amazon only seems to click into gear if it suffers a PR embarrassment.
Perhaps if we all got on social media and blasted Amazon for what they really are–just a way for Jeff Bezos to become king of the world, perhaps they might do something about the underlying problems. I’ve had my share of nightmares with Amazon and have been thinking mightily about taking all my books down. I’ve been garnering more sales at Kobo and itunes in the last year than with Amazon. I’m getting sick of trying to keep up with their “rules”.”
“Amazon seems to forget that they can’t have KDP without authors!”
“Going wide is also offering me opportunities to build human relationships with key players in the wider publishing scene, a process that takes time but is a worthwhile long-term strategy. And my readers can find me on whatever platform they prefer.”
“We have the power to make Amazon listen, but only if we work together.”
Read the whole story here:

David Gaughran

On Monday, I found out that some bug hit a German e-book site causing the reactivation of long-dead listings, including one of mine, putting myself and some other authors in breach of KDP Select’s exclusivity rule.

Amazon pounced into action and cancelled my Countdown deal which was scheduled for this week, screwing up a carefully planned promotion. And despite pledging to resolve the matter and restore the promo, Amazon has not done so.

I’m going to go through what happened in detail so you can be sure that I acted correctly at all points – because there is a lot of shadiness going on at the moment – but feel free to skim some of the details if you wish.

Let’s Get Digital and Let’s Get Visible had never been in Select, so I decided to throw them in for one term as an experiment at the start of July…

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Guest Author Feature – Author D.G. Kaye interviewed me for her blog

Featured author of the week

I am thrilled to introduce you all to Doris Heilmann, author, and publisher at 111 Publishing. Doris is the ‘woman behind the curtain’ at Savvybookwriters.com. Many of you who like to stay current with what’s happening in the publishing world may be familiar with Doris and her most informative website where she contributes myriad of articles on current events in marketing for authors.

Doris is a freelance writer, writing coach and author of several books on book marketing. I recently wrote a book review on another book of hers, a most informative guide for writers, Book Marketing on a Shoestring, and today we’re going to get to know a little more about Doris and her latest book, 111 Tips to get Free Book Reviews, as well as learn more about Amazon and reading and writing reviews.

Read the whole story here:
https://dgkayewriter.com/guest-author-feature-doris-heilmann-of-savvybookwriters-com/


A Politician EXPOSED

“I mentally prepared myself for entering this historic U.S. residence which is, by all means, a political hell hole and private war zone where corruption, hypocrisy, and danger breeds.”

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The Narrator in A Politician EXPOSED is a tiny housefly who reports: “Deviance, debauchery, and corruption commonly thrive at politician’s addresses. Personally, I enjoy the challenge to scoop up as much dirt as possible so we can fry these hypocrites, and I can usually smell them a mile away. I’ll be shocked at what’s brewing behind these closed doors.
I will be your narrator and your private guide. I will take you into private homes, behind closed doors as a voyeur.”

A Politician EXPOSED  is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This short-story eBook is available in North America, Australia and in Europe at Amazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, Tolino, Scribd, and Books2Read
– get your copy for only $0.99.

ISBN: 978-1-988664-09-5
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Charlayne E. Grenci, Ph.D. is a clinical sexologist and clinical professor, an author and a relationship expert; a graduate from Maimonides University, an affiliate of The American Academy of Clinical Sexologists and a Diplomat of The American Board of Clinical Sexology. She has a private practice in Southern Florida and is also a guest lecturer.

Dr. Grenci specializes in life coaching, sex education and instruction for individuals, couples, or groups who are seeking advice, info, and support for improving sexual relationships, alternative lifestyles, or sexual issues. Charlayne E. Grenci, Ph.D. has inspired, entertained and educated thousands of people for over thirty-six years with her knowledge, experience, and amazing life’s story.

 

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Short Story: Last Curtain for a Stripper

Decadence, Sex, and Crime Behind Closed Doors…
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Available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Tolino, and Scribd  – in North America and in Europe – get your copy for only $0.99.
ISBN:  978-1-988664-07-1

Experience the shocking, uncensored stories about the private lives and the double lives of people we think we know. Take a peek behind the masks of hypocrisy and the walls of deception which lurk and thrive in the mainstream. The secrets and desperate lives of sinners, perverts, politicians, and criminals remain well hidden from the wrath and condemnation of our society.
The LAST CURTAIN FOR A STRIPPER is a short story, actually two, and is a prequel for BEHIND CLOSED DOORS.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
 Charlayne E. Grenci, Ph.D. is a clinical sexologist and clinical professor, an author and a relationship expert; a graduate from Maimonides University, an affiliate of The American Academy of Clinical Sexologists and a Diplomat of The American Board of Clinical Sexology. She has a private practice in Southern Florida and is also a guest lecturer.
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Dr. Grenci specializes in life coaching, sex education and instruction for individuals, couples, or groups who are seeking advice, information, and support for improving sexual relationships, sexual issues or alternative lifestyles.
Charlayne E. Grenci, Ph.D. has inspired, entertained and educated thousands of people for over thirty-six years with her knowledge, experience, and amazing life’s story.
Dr. Grenci is available for book-signing presentations, guest speaker presentations and seminars, private office sessions and special educational courses. Dr. Grenci is also a specialist in relationship and marriage issues and pre-marital coaching.
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Follow the Author:
Twitter: @CharlayneGrenci
Readers can also order signed print books by Dr. Grenci directly at the author’s website:
Queen of Domination: My Secret Life
Marcel Proust EXPOSED
SECRET CINEMAS
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
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How to Escape Publishing Predators

Road-to-Success

Lots of roads you can go to show your book

Did you know: Self-publishing endeavours exceeds New York’s traditional publishing stream and publish far more titles – attracting lots of sharks… and Authors respond to these lures by the thousands…

Author Judith Briles wrote a great article Beware of Sharks in Publisher’s Clothing full of valuable tips for authors how to escape the predators of “self-publishing” and “subsidy-publishing” companies.  They call themselves “publishers” – without being real publishers. Unfortunately this business term is not regulated by law. So, everyone can hang out his shingle as “publisher”. “Self-publishing” companies and experts are nothing more that sharks behind slick logos, free webinars etc. Yes, and still many writers get suckered in because:

  • they “don’t know what a real publisher is” … or:
  • they want to see their books in stores – no matter what.
  • Or they don’t know that many so called “self-publisher” companies don’t deliver to bookstores and libraries automatically. Only when a customer orders the book, the store might get it for the patron.
  • Another reason is that many newbies don’t know a thing about the process of a truly professional designer, layout, editor, etc. does and how to deal with them. Unfortunately, they are ignorant in how to deal with professional – or don’t want to learn it. However some also don’t want to get help from professional publishing consultants.
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The actual reason that Judith Briles once more wrote about these sharks, was the call of a writer who was dubbed by the now defunct Tate Publishing firm, which closed on January 24. Paying $2,000 for publishing and not getting the book to market is devastating.
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There are millions of dollars in lawsuits including one from Lightning Source (that’s Ingram) for over $1.8 million. In February, a default judgment was entered against Tate when its owners did a no-show in court. I can’t even imagine the number of authors and books who have been damaged.

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Her First Advice: Get Your Money Back!
“I want you to contact the credit card company you used to pay for Tate … and tell them you’ve been scammed. If you want me to be on the phone when you do, I’ll text over things to say. I gave her key words/phrases to use” said Judith Briles to the devastated writer, who called her credit card company and received $2,000 back.

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Do Your Homework – Start a Google Search!
Check out the company that wants to publish your book – or your money in general (not matter for what) and “google” their name + the word complain, scam, problem, lawsuit, rip-off etc. Invest thirty or fifty minutes in your future.  I am preaching this for years and you will find it in Judith Briles’ article as well.  She adds: “Don’t stop on the first page of your search like 90% of most Google visitors do … dig down and deeply. Scammers and cons know how to bury bad news–page four may have the info you are looking for. If you are in business with one, terminate it, don’t be seduced to stay—you may need legal advice to exit. Cancel the credit card it has on file and contact the credit card (or PayPal if you used it). Always pay with a credit card, not a check. And please, forewarn others.”

Read the whole article at Joel Friedlander’s website:
https://www.thebookdesigner.com/2017/03/beware-of-sharks-in-publishers-clothing/

 

 

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Why You Need Writer Friends

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Many new writers are wary (and even scared) of forming friendships with other writers. Creativity comes from living life, ideas come from getting out of your comfort zone, exploring the world.  But even the most introverted individual needs fellow writers to talk to, better yet a close-knit network of writer friends.  Having wonderful, (but not writer) friends, family, and writing to keep you busy is fine, but having professional discussions with other writers is essential, und it would make the writing process a lot less fearful.
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Working in isolation might over time suck the life out of the writing, and you might hit a plateau. Having people you can trust and who understand the crazyness because they had endured it, too. Often writers really want to open up with someone about their writing failures and successes, but never having anyone to talk to. We need someone to tell us when our writing is good (and when it’s god awful terrible), someone to complain with, someone to pick us up when we feel like quitting.
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Writer Friends are Not Only for Socializing…
Becoming part of a small writers or critique group means:

  • Writer friends know exactly what you are going through
  • Writer friends will help you to improve your writing
  • Writer friends will inspire you and teach you new things
  • Writer friends will be your first readers and proofreaders/beta readers
  • Writer friends will help you to promote your books

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Proofreaders/Beta Readers
Beta Readers are not your editor or proof reader and don’t expect them to do the grunt work. That’s your job. They can help to strengthen your story from the beginning. But they could spot a few flaws BEFORE you release the book. They might discover passive voice, accents, cliches, misspelling, typos.
Beta Reading might save you a lot of money if the editor is charging by the hour.  Beta Readers also help to polish your book before the first reviewer or readers get their hand on your book.
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Writer Friends are Helping to Promote Your Books
Building a platform, getting a follower-ship and being constantly present on social media are not a favored task by most writers. But with a little help from your friends…promoting each others books makes it much easier and not a chore anymore. Start with the basics and exchange this:

  • Recommend your writer friend’s books regulrely at Goodreads. You will find the Goodreads page dedicated for this under “Browse” and then “Recommendations”.
  • Recommend and share the books on all your social media accounts, as well as to your family and “real live friends.
  • Share her or his blogs posts, and use the sharing buttons on each of the Amazon pages and on Goodreads for all books she/he wrote.
  • Write guest blogs for each others blog or website, and help your writer friend to find book reviewers in your circles and online communities.

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Where to Find Writing Groups and Writer Friends

  • Join writer communities at Wattpad, LibraryThings, Goodreads and Google+
  • Meet-up groups are practically in every large town and city and offer critique groups and writers circles
  • Find writer friends at workshops and conferences
  • Social media sites usually have writer groups in your genre, such as LinkedIn, Google+ or Facebook

No excuses! There is no shortage on like-minded writers that are all looking for pals. Just say hello!
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Writers are usually really warm and willing to go out of their way to help each other. We’re all in this together, right?  Remember: you are in this for a long time – if writing is really what you like best in life. 

Read also: Why Authors Need Beta Readers
https://www.savvybookwriters.com/why-authors-need-beta-readers/

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Steamy Short Stories – Book Giveaway

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Secret Cinemas: 10 Erotic Movie Fantasies

only 18 years or over… 

Andy Warhol, film-maker and visual artist, once famously stated: “Sex is more exciting on the screen and between the pages than between the sheets.” How true this really is, proves the author, Dr. Charlayne Grenci, in her latest book:
SECRET CINEMAS: 10 Erotic Movie Fantasies.

Opening SECRET CINEMAS, you are entering a world of sexual fantasy, passion and pleasure where you can explore and experience the powerful, captivating realm of erotic sexual adventures and escapades.

Only for a short time: US-Goodreads members have a chance to win the print version.

AMAZON REVIEWER: “I really liked the “out of the box” idea of placing yourself in the storyline. It is a very erotic book and a new take on erotic novels. Awesome book, I highly recommend it.”

 

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