Early Conception of 3rd Book/Sequel

Chapter 1

Dawn’s Daydreaming




I see such a lovely yellow planet in the sky this afternoon. The turquoise sky of my world is such a treat. I once visited the yellow world for a class field trip. I had such a good time visiting and learning of how we came to this dual planetary system fifty centuries ago.

Our people were pursued relentlessly by the inhabitants of another solar system. There were two worlds that were neighbors there. At one time they got along in a great historic alliance and explored the universe together. The mating of the beings of these two worlds are what brought our race into existence.

At a significant point, those many long years ago, a great rift formed in the alliance. We wanted to be self-governing, but the inhabitants of the two planets weren’t very interested in letting us be autonomous. Furthermore, many of our kin had violent intentions towards the government of the worlds. Subsequently, we fled and were pursued.

The legend continues and says that 4,000  of what were called rogues, my ancestors, fled to a world called Terra, or maybe it was Earth. I don’t think the legends are clear, as I’ve seen both names. A very bad woman in her delusions and use of a powerful drug, known as drosp, felt she was superior to the inhabitants of Earth, or was it Terra, as both names are in the legends. We only followed her to escape the tyranny of our worlds, and we reasoned we could stop her later.

In this book, “The Legends of Luggahro,” Jared wooed Padma and they fled to the yellow planet where they could have peace from pursuers. The remaining 3,998  of us soon followed. We landed on the turquoise planet and soon some of us went onto Luggahro, the yellow planet. Soon there would be a great tragedy.

A fledgling humanoid race was developing on this yellow planet. In less than a decade, the small population of 500 perished. We never directly contacted these beings, and in fact, we avoided contact and made sure we were not seen. The new humanoids only took a very small patch on this large planet, so avoiding being seen was simple.

Our scientist realized, sadly too late, that we introduced a deadly bacterium into the atmosphere of the planet which the creatures had no immunity to fend off. We saw signs of serious illness about 6 years after our arrival to Luggahro. Our legendary hero, Jared, could not affect any change. He alone went to these beings, trying to comfort them and give them medicinal treatment. Upon the demise of the new Luggahrolites, his guilt and horror settling this world haunted him for centuries.

I know soon my mother will realize I snuck out of my room and find me here in the back yard lying under the sky, daydreaming as I always do. Neglecting my studies is not common for me. I am a very good student and my grades are nearly perfect. It’s just that this perfect spring day, with all the smells of the blossoms and stream are irresistible today. I feel to take a nap under this shady tree.




This feels so nice, I feel a dream coming into my mind. Our race has a great history in controlling our nocturnal reveries. Mom will probably wake me up soon, as she often does, and have me do some chores, or go back to my studies. She often says, “Dawn! What will I ever do with you.” She is a very loving mother, stern, but fair. I should be doing the laundry or helping her out. I usually do, but this is a day to dream of my ancestors arriving on this world.

Again, I see many spaceships landing. My ancestors of 50,000 years ago have arrived. This time, it feels so real. It is much more vivid than ever before. Mother tells me that my control over my dreams will improve as I mature. I am only ten and she says my abilities are quite advance for my age.

Many of my ancestors surround me. They are shocked and look horrified. They speak in panicked tones, all asking me, in a din, “How did you get here without a ship! You must be a MetSche, as there are no inhabitants on this world!”

I feel great fear. I don’t want to have a nightmare, but I can’t seem to stop the fear. Our ancestors could read one another’s minds, but coming to this world and its magnetic fields made it impossible for others to track their minds. They sacrificed reading each other’s psyches by coming to this world in order to be safe from there pursuers. I feel I want to tell them it is just a silly dream I like to revisit from time to time.





“Wake up Dawn!” I hear my mother. She has awakened me from a nightmare. “Where have you been!” she persists.

“I just fell asleep, Mon, you see me here. Don’t be silly.”

“Dawn! I saw you sleeping there. Before I woke you up you literally disappeared for ten seconds or so!”

“How could that be, Mom, you know I don’t believe children’s stories.”

I would find out that this was indeed true. Other children in my neighborhood were seen to disappear when they were sleeping for short times. Nobody could explain the phenomenon. There were about six children that this happened to. They all reported having this happen when they engaged in lucid dreaming of the ancestors.

There was a child who disappeared in this way. The mother was so distraught that she jumped into the child’s bed in despair. A moment later, the child reappeared. The autopsy of the mother could not explain how her child’s body was imbedded in hers, but naturally, it killed both of them.


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A First Impression/Review of My Book

RE: Youtube downloads…


Hello, Stephen:


So this website converts youtube to mp3 and lets you download or other?


I am nearly finished reading The MetSche Message.


Is André a bit you?  He seems a bit you.


It’s interesting, the French aspects.  My grandparents spoke Cajun French, sadly, I do not.  They were punished for using it in school and did not pass

it on.  I remember certain expressions, but nothing more.


The novel works as a coming-of-age story.  I need to get to where the aliens are explained; that part confuses me a tiny bit. I still have about 3 hours

left.  I started about 7:00 this morning.  I do want to put a review on Goodreads.


I could relate to some of it.  I assume the boarding school is Perkins.  I went to a blind school, but not one with the status of Perkins.


I too mainstreamed for part of the day from the residential school.


I did not get up to the things your characters did.  I was more goody-goody.  I usually was at the top of my class and liked it there.  I should have been

a bit “bad.”


My college was a bit similar to that experienced by your protagonist.  I went to a large state college, LSU.  Big mistake.  I never really found a group.

I had readers and talked to them, but they were mostly more than acquaintances but less than friends — if that makes sense to you.


I think your character has better mobility than I did because I do not see at all.  I did major in English with a linguistics option and minored in Spanish,

but I never attempted computer science.  That would have been over my head.  Is that what you majored in?  And I never met anyone like John, André’s supportive



All in all, an interesting take on a coming-of-age novel.


Was it Goodreads.com you wanted me to put a review on or Amazon.  I think I can review on Amazon even if I did not buy the book.  But I know I can do Goodreads.com

and have in the past  for other books.  I even contributed several trivia questions to the goodreads.com trivia game.  I got a ranking as high once as

like 800 out of 2 million, but I’m lazy, and quit.  I don’t think I had your protagonist’s grit in college either.  I usually did well on courses, but

if it got hard, I dropped one once, rather than have my GPA ruined.  I don’t say this to brag.  If I had it to do over, I might have simply not cared so

much.  I thought a high GPA  was a magical key to a good job.  Maybe it is for sighted people, I never saw it was for me.  What I remember about the mid-1980s

was the fear of AIDS, Reaganomics, Just Say No, Eddy Murphy, Prince, Madonna, Family Ties, Apple 2 E, Versa Braille, NFB and the exit row mess, a couple

eye surgeries.  Yes, I can relate to the eye surgeries. Nasty mess. I hope I live long enough to see most of that be replaced with very modern laser and

such treatments.


Well, I am running on.  And thanks for attending my presentation on Mr. Branco’s show.  I am so pleased and surprised I managed to tie for the highest

attendance ever.



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Subway Steve/Mr. Snow from Carousel Redone!



[CARRIE, spoken]

Julie, Julie! Do you like him?


[JULIE, spoken]

I don’t know


[CARRIE, spoken]

Did you like it when he talked to you that way

When he put you on the subway trainp today, mm mm mm

Did you like that?


[JULIE, spoken]

I’d rather not say



You’re a queer one, Julie Jordan

You were quieter and deeper than a well

An’ ye never tell me nuthin’!



There’s nuthin’ that a keer to choose to tell



You been acting most peculiar

Every morning you’re awake ahead of me

Always settin’ by the winder




I like to watch the river meet the sea



When we work in the mill, weavin’ at the loom

You gaze absent-minded at the roof

And half the time your shuttle gets twisted in the threads

‘Till you can’t tell the warp from the woof



‘Taint so



You’re a queer one, Julie Jordan

You won’t ever tell a body what you think

You’re as tight-lipped as an oyster

And as silent as an old Sahara spink!

Julie, I’ve been busted to tell you something lately…



You have?!



The reason I didn’t care to tell you before is ’cause

You didn’t have a fella of your own. Hmm hmm…

But now that you got one, I can tell you about mine!



Carrie! What’s his name?



His name is Subway Steve

And an up-standed man is he

He comes home every night on the commuter rail

With a bag full of dinner just for me

An almost perfect beau

As refined as a girl could wish

But he spends so much time on the commuter rail

That he can’t seem to lose the smell of diesel


The first time he kissed me the whiff from his clothes

Knocked me flat on the floor of the room

But now that I love him, my heart’s in my nose

And diesel is my fav’rite perfume!


Last night he spoke quite low

And a fair-spoken man is he

And he said “Miss Pipperidge, I’d like it fine

If I could be wed with a wife

And indeed, Miss Pipperidge, if you’ll be mine

I’ll be yours for the rest of my life.”


Next moment we were promised

And now my mind’s in a maze

For all it can do is look forward to

That wonderful day of days!

When I marry Subway Steve

The streets will be humming with the bus traffic

The subway will make racket in the Boston Common

When I marry Subway Steve

Then it’s off to home we’ll go

And both of us’ll look a little dreamy-eyed

Taking the T ferry to a cottage by the Oceanside

Where the salty breezes blow


He’ll carry me ‘cross the threshold

And I’ll be as meek as a lamb

Then he’ll set me on my feet

And I’ll say kinda sweet

“Well, Subway Steve, here I am.”


Then I’ll kiss him so he’ll know

That evry’thin’ll be as right as right can be

A living in a cottage by the sea with me

For I love that Subway Steve

That young T -faring

Bold and daring

Big bewhiskered, overbearing

Darling Subway Steve

Synopsis for my Upcoming Sequel

Synopsis for my upcoming sequel.

How about this?  I whipped this up in about 30 minutes. I tried to mention highlights but give nothing away.

As the story begins, there is deep discord in the MetSche Alliance. In addition, a rogue MetSche hybrid, Padma, is determined to escape her place of birth
and rule Earth with the cruelty that she herself experienced in youth. Andre, the human recipient of the profound MetSche message that was delivered in
the prequel to this book, is wracked with guilt concerning his previous drug addiction, as well as grief following the death of his long-time lover, John.
Attempting to come to his aid is Min, a kindly MetSche hybrid disguised as a black cat. Andre, knowing that he must have further training before he can
seek employment and attain stability, finds himself strongly drawn to the somewhat mysterious Jared at a vision rehabilitation center. Is there any hope
for a relationship with him? And what of the beautiful planet with the yellow sky and the turquoise moon? Who are the benevolent but non-corporeal beings
who show all this to Andre?

In this sequel to The MetSche Message, the author presents us with a true maelstrom of emotions and conflicts. Journey along with him to the surprise ending
for all the main characters, human and otherwise.

This is The Last Preview of My Up Coming Sequel…


A Sneak Preview of My Up Coming Sequel





I am here, celebrating my 13,456th birthday. We never really paid much attention to this fact on my home world. Only when visiting Earth did we find many so proud of how many years they have lived. I imagine since their lifespans are so short, they have much to be grateful for.

I don’t believe that people of Metamo, or myself, are taking our long lives for granted, but we just assume an average life of 10,000 years is a given. I am the oldest living Metan on record. I’ve heard that somebody lived to 12,345 years. I certainly am thankful, yet I do know that shortly my life will end. It will be very soon as I have rapidly gone into bad health and aging related issues.

Nearly four and one-half millennia ago, the MetSche Alliance discovered the planet Earth. We had jointly explored two or three planets in the preceding century. One or two of them had very rudimentary life, mostly of the microscopic variety. Naturally, Earth being the first humanoid world we found made it a special place in our hearts.

Our alliance has always been curious as to how these beings would develop and deal with the fast onset of technological progress. It was also a concern as to how they would fight or avoid conflicts. Much of their history mirrored our past. We could sense a common route of violent pasts in their development which was eerily similar to ours. We had nearly destroyed our own worlds 50,000 years ago.

Since we discovered the Earth so long ago, we’ve found many planets all over the galaxy. I am told we’ve found nearly 5,000 planets with life, but the Earth was very unique. Many worlds had simpler animal and plant life. Humanoid civilizations are very rare. Only a half-dozen worlds other than Earth and the alliances two worlds have similar races. The Earth’s development is far ahead of these other worlds.

It is a blessing that our prized planet of Earth is only 13 light years away. We can make the trip very quickly. There is much literature devoted to how we can travel about one light year in an hour. This concept would be unexplainable to anybody on the human world of Earth. We have a fifty-thousand-year head start on them in terms of evolution.

It is also notable that Metamo and Schegna, the dual planetary system from which I come from is the only example we have found where two humanoid races have developed in the same solar system. It is rare enough to find humanoids, and we believe a binary humanoid development in the same system is almost impossible.

One reason for this has been explained by the “Goldilocks” affect. More specifically, the exact distance from the sun and proper temperature is a very fine line. In our solar system, we are fortunate to have two nearly Earth like planets orbiting the sun. The sizes of the planets and atmospheres have made us fortunate. The only comparison is that if Earth’s neighbor had the right atmosphere, it might be possible to have humanoid life, or any kind of life develop.

As I feel my life ebbing away, I want to right my thoughts so that others may take heed of my warnings. We have had great success in forming a dual planetary alliance. This is rare, as many worlds have enough trouble with one race getting along. On Earth, even though all humanoids came from a single source, they have had issues regarding ethnicity and race. They have had difficulty with understanding similarities and have put more negative emphasis on differences which are not really important in the grand scheme of things.

I am truly fearful for our future hear on Metamo and Schegna. I have no empirical evidence to back up my misgivings, yet I truly fear a big change is coming to our worlds. Much of this trepidation stems from our experiment to cross-breed Metans and Schegnans to improve ourselves and have a new coexistence.

I imagine at the time, millennia ago, the idea was appealing. Now, there seems to me a new reason of concern. Many of the MetSche, or as I’ve said, cross between Metans and Schegnans, our dual solar system with two races developing in the same system, have been very vocal.

First of all, the hybrids feel they had no choice in being brought into our alliance. Many of them feel that they should be autonomous from our governing body. The council doesn’t necessarily object to this idea. It is just that many of the “rogues” have taken to violent protests rather than taking a more democratic approach.

Secondly, I think our MetSche council, or more specifically, a coexistence between Schegnans and Metans, but with no representation on the council by hybrids, is becoming obsolete. One has a right to opinion, but I feel much more strongly than that. I question whether or not we have been productive.

Many of my Schegnan colleagues have reported to me that many on the alliance feel similarly. There is also an undeclared power struggle. The council likes to believe, or at least portray to the outside that they are united. I am fearful that a great rift has been unaddressed for at least two centuries. I would have liked to serve on the council but have been too ill for the past few centuries.

Finally, I am grateful that I was on the first planetary missions we started nearly 5,000 years ago. I recall fondly returning to Earth many times. The day we discovered a primitive civilization was such a joy.

It is laudable that the council is concerned with the development of said planet. My health has not allowed me to return there in a couple of centuries. I’d have loved to have witnessed the beginnings of their technological age, even though they have a fearful need to want to annihilate themselves.

I wonder if our infatuation with Earth is not becoming unhealthy. We do acknowledge our emotions, but I sense that many on the council don’t want to admit that our obsession with Earth is merely hubris in discovering a race similar to ourselves. I also feel we can somehow change the course of their development, yet at the same time we don’t want to interfere.

If all these concerns weren’t enough, our own worlds are undergoing massive changes in terms of ideas and beliefs. I wonder if not openly talking about it is due to fear, or perhaps an actual belief in denial will make it go away. Very few on our worlds agree with me. Some have said my mind in old age is playing tricks on me. I hope they are right. I can’t shake the feeling that Earth, Metamo, and Schegna are at a great crossroads. I also think another more advanced race has a stake in this unknown future. In any case, it is a grave sense of dread which has kept me up these late nights.

Now it comes. I am fading fast. I am not afraid. I am so thankful for my full and long life. At least now, I will have peace for these great concerns of mine. Although my peace from this horror is a good thing, it is my hope that others will at least listen to my warnings and try to stop the terrible future I fear for our worlds.




Here I am on Luggahro. I have been traveling through space for what humanoids would call millennia. As we have no physical bodies, we are soon to leave our planet. We no longer need it for sustenance. We are creatures of space now, traveling through the limitless vastness and sustaining our lives through the stars themselves.

It is thought of by those with physical bodies that those of us who are noncorporeal live indefinitely. We have death as well. We aren’t all-knowing or omnipotent. We believe in the possibility of eternal life after death. We have the belief in, one using words would call, a god.

We are nearly one-million years ahead of the humans and Schegnans. The MetSche is about 750,000 years behind us in terms of time and evolution. I have witnessed many marvelous developments in the many centuries I wondered through space and fed on starlight.

It was such a joy to see the Metans and Schegnans survive the horror of fifty-thousand years ago. A new alliance was a great source of joy for us. We love to observe nature on a universal scale. Yes, we can travel almost instantaneously from one physical place to another. Since we are merely energy and very much developed, we have many laws of nature not even imaginable for one with physical form.

Recently, great concern has been raised by myself and fellow travelers in the ether. The trinity of Metamo, Schegna, and Earth is troubling to us. It appears that the MetSche alliance and hybrids are at a very serious crisis. We will hope for the best. We can’t do much.

We have limited powers to communicate with the afore-mentioned races. We don’t have any way to affect change in the physical environment. We can observe and hope that some will read our concerns. It is very difficult to connect to one so different from oneself.

The hybrids of the MetSche are very worrying to us. It appears that the two races didn’t consider the possibility that they were going to have problems. Many of these hybrid beings are somewhat defective. They seem to be impulsive and angry. They seem to have, rather than  improved on the Metans and Schegnans, regressed to a more primitive animal form.

Of course, there are actually quite a lot of MetSche humanoids who have captured the very hopes of the alliance when they debarked on this venture centuries ago. It will be very interesting to see how all of these facets play out. I fear for the worst. Many of the hybrids have meddled with Earth in the past and the council only recently became aware of this horror. I hope the wrongs can be set right.

The MetSche alliance has only begun to map the galaxy, let alone the universe. If they can survive the upcoming crisis, they will soon discover scores of humanoid life forms on many planets. There is such a diversity of humanoid life all over the universe. Perhaps the MetSche hybrids who have actually improved on the Metans and Schegnans, and not the bad mutants, can assist in averting this worry of mine.


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3rd Class Citizens!

I copied this from another group.
I think it’s really interesting.
Whereas issues of race, gender identity & expression, and sexual orientation are widely accepted by virtually everyone on the Left today, disability discrimination
and oppression are still mostly ignored, even though disability rights are protected by the Charter and in the various Human Rights Codes.
Ignoring a Whole Social Movemement
The notions of disability identity and disability rights are largely unknown among progressives and yet are a living, breathing part of contemporary Canadian
society. These notions are founded on the very simple concept that it is the structural and attitudinal barriers of society, not medical impairments, that
prevent people with disabilities from achieving their equality rights. In other words, disability is largely a social construct determined by the cost-cutting
constraints of an increasingly neoliberal capitalism. An entire social movement is out there fighting discrimination daily, but is ignored by both progressives
and the mainstream media.
This is no small problem. In virtually every area of social life, people with disabilities face systemic discrimination from employment to transportation
to income levels to education and even in expressing their sexuality and their right to have relationships.. It should give pause that at least with respect
to services, the Americans, with a militant, grassroots disability-rights movement and a strong Americans with Disabilities Act in place, have arguably
removed more barriers more systematically than here in Canada. This is, in part, a result of direct-action tactics undertaken by the American disability-rights
activists like ADAPT, that has engaged in confrontational in-your-face demonstrations to get their message heard.
Universities, colleges and public schools are another area where barriers, both physical and attitudinal, are systemic across Canada. It is not surprising
that the unemployment rate for people with disabilities remains enormous, even with a robust economy over the last several years.
A Disability Agenda
What, then, is to be done? Clearly the broad Left needs to pay more attention to disability issues and disability oppression. Disability is arguably the
least well-theorized of the “new social movements,” yet astonishingly, most activists on the Left, whether they are feminists, Greens or anti-poverty activists,
show little or no interest in the topic. Publications on the Left rarely write about it. While even the most sectarian of far-Left organizations have been
forced to at least reconsider their approach to race, gender and sexual identity, few on any part of the Left have anything to say about disability politics
and disability oppression. On a practical level, progressive meetings, be they about globalization or feminism, the environment or gay rights, are often
held at notoriously inaccessible locations, with embarrassed apologies issued after the fact. Material in alternative formats for those with visual impairments
is often only available late or not at all.
There is so much work to be done, theoretical and practical, that only the most tentative of projects can be outlined here. However, one crucial item that
merits consideration is attendant-care and medical support services. In order to function as full and equal citizens, people with disabilities need access
to affordable, quality attendant care and medical support services Yet, as the debate is currently framed, the voices of people with disabilities are rarely
Their needs are often subsumed or conflated with government funded service providers (such as the large disability charities)  or parents. There is no
reason why progressives (other than fear and disinterests) cannot form a cohesive, long-term alliance with disability-rights advocates to campaign for
programs and services, employing well-paid, unionized staff that would allow people with disabilities to live independently and with dignity. And that’s
just a single example of transformations that are needed for disability empowerment.
Thus, social movements of all stripes need to support disability-rights activists in their day-to-day struggles and systematically incorporate disability
oppression analysis into their own agendas. An example in the first category is the campaign by disability-rights activists to enact a BC & Canadians with
Disabilities Act, which would, to a modest degree, empower people with disabilities.
Whatever the structural limitations of the proposal, progressives need to be actively involved in the struggle before critiquing it. And emulating it across
the country, particularly in provinces with NDP governments, would be a great step forward. An example of the second category is explicitly making disability
oppression a fundamental part of the growing anti-globalization movement. Feminist and anti-racist militants expect no less and neither should disability-rights


Potentially Tens of Thousands of Untapped Customers! Get on Board!

Attention Companies!

You may be unaware that you could be missing out on tens of thousands of potential customers.

Blind people are online thanks to access technology.

Are they able to use your sites?

I can help you find out and also, if there are issues, you can solve them and get those potential buyers.

It is cool to have an accessible platform!

I also want you to avoid the predatory practices of some legal folk who want to litigate.

I am a believer in education.



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From Soup to Nuts: The Skinny on Self-Publishing

One would wonder why I’d chose self-publishing as a topic for a Tech Corner. The truth is, that with all the online and social media activity, self-publishing relies heavily on many types of technology.

Actually, I am deferring my discussion to David Dvorkin and his book, Self-Publishing Tools, Tips, and Techniques. I not only gave it a five-star review rating on Amazon, but felt he was objective in his presentation.

One of the first impressions I had was the table of contents. It read like a syllabus for a college course. I mean this in a most positive and sincere way. Indeed, David’s book would be a great tool for those taking marketing or writing courses.

Dvorkin opens with a well-defined outline out  the shrinking traditional industry. He then goes into self-publishing taking hold. The next chapter objectively points out the pros and cons of self-publishing, as he tries to answer the question of whether or not  you should do so. I sense, and agree with  him, that it probably is the way to go, but David does not shrink away from the realities of the industry. I was very enlightened on his clear presentation looking at the pluses and minuses of literary agents. Again, he is not against agents, but has a clear understanding of the issues on both sides.

He then continues to outline the “Big Self-Publishing Barrier.” He makes no rosy promises of best-sellers or Hollywood movie offers. Yet, he rightly points out that “traditional publishing” is no better a guarantee. Even an agent will not be a pass to quick success. He also alludes to the fact in many parts of the book that if you don’t like writing, then you shouldn’t do it. Also, he very rightly points out that traditional publishers are interested mostly, if not exclusively in profits, let alone literary merit.

A full chapter entitled, “Writing is Its own Reward” did a lot to make me forget the grim realities of publishing of any kind. I really value his real-world experience with himself and Leonore having books published traditionally and via the self-publishing platforms.

He then goes into scam artists who prey on the dreams of would-be best-selling authors. David does a very good job in outlining what to look for if you want services such as editing, cover design, and all the other many minute details of self-publishing. I think he rightly points out the idea that self-editing one’s book can be done, but as we are so close to our own works, it is likely we will miss things.

The vast kernel of the book is replete with every possible technical and other detail to get your book on the three major online sites. Smashwords, Amazon, and CreateSpace are the ones he discusses. He points out that with printing on demand, you can print one to how ever many books you want. It will always cost the same amount of money per book. He states correctly that the quality of these books is up to par with traditional printing houses, also known as vanity presses, of the past. All of these sites are not so-called vanity presses. They offer many tools and services to help you get your book out there.

Chapter 10 was concerned with marketing. One theme of David’s book is there are no real hard-and-fast rules to self-publishing, let alone traditional approaches to getting one’s work out. His experience in the field and knowledge of the minutia of the industry is impressive. He mentions, “Tsunami of self-publishing” to illustrate the odds any author is facing. Also, it is important to note that he tells us we are our own publicists.

I like near the beginning of the book, and I’m paraphrasing, David mentions something like, “The advantage of a traditional publisher is that your editor is on your back.” On self-publishing, not having an editor nagging you for a deadline could be a negative. He is only illustrating that an author wishing self-publication has to be self-motivated. The rewards are that every decision is entirely in the author’s hands. Again, in true fashion, David points out that this can be daunting and many people have given up before they even started.

He points out success stories of self-published books. 50 Shades of Grey is the only example I can remember that he gave, but there were a few others. It is also clear that one should not expect any such glory or success. Yes, indeed, that probably shouldn’t be the goal, as one will be very disappointed if they live in this semi-delusion. On the other hand, David does not say to give up either.

Another impression I got was how the old days of small independent presses have given way to monopolies. The big conglomerates, most overseas, have taken a stronghold on traditional publishing, making the prospect of success even less likely.

David assures the reader that all the steps, technical and otherwise, are very simple, and can propel anyone to fully self-publish their work. I agree, and the level of detail to all the issues is breathtaking. However, as my sequel nears its release, I will continue with DLDBOOKS as my professional team to help me propel my book online, design the cover, and do the editing. With my lack  of vision, I don’t feel I can delve into the intricate details, especially the visual ones, when it comes to getting this just so.


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