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Writing is a labor of love by which those who possess the Gift of Story-Telling reach out to the world and make it a little bit better by their labors.
It is also a complex, time-consuming process, fraught with missteps and the need to understand many subtile tricks not apparent to the untrained eye. Even those with good language skills can easily get lost in the maze of plot progressions, story arcs and character evolutions.
And for all the effort put in, the chances of the unknown author making it through the traditional 'New York Market' are dismal at best. It is disheartening for the up-and-coming generation of spec fi authors to think that their labors are in vain, but the sad truth is that the present system just doesn't work for newcomers: which brings us here.
The rise of Print On Demand and downloadable formats like Kindle and ePub have changed the publishing world. Now the only thing keeping the would-be author from publication is the knowledge to do and the will to act. And therein lies the rub: for the road to self-publication has many potholes and blind ends.
The Written Wyrd* is a literary trust created by
a typical self-published author who has been down this road. The
goal is to support self-published and small press authors and
cover artists by recounting my own efforts, successes, and
failures in order to smooth the journey for others. The works listed at the edges of this page are my
own efforts at independent authorship, which I offer world-wide
as a charitable activity. The income is used to support new
authors and cover artists with technical advice and resources on
this site. The goal is to help them develop their skills and get
their names before the reading public - to provide them that
little edge which can make the difference between a wannabe and
someone with honest accomplishments in hand.
So please come in, look around, explore the world
of speculative fiction as seen through the eyes of the self
published author, and above all, enjoy!
Thank you for your time and
interest. I hope these efforts will prove helpful.
All my best,
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"Are you a figment of my imagination? Or am I one of yours?" Admiral MacKenna growled.
Minister Jacek Hogarthy was just sitting his briefcase on the Admiral's desk, and gave him an angry glare. "Really, MacKenna, that was uncalled for. I see no reason for these personal insults."
"I'm sure you don't, but I can assure you they feel so damned good!"
Hogarthy fumed for a bit, locked in a bitter eye-to-eye battle with the Admiral. "I suppose they do," he ground out at last. "Just one more indication that you are no longer suited for this job."
"Well if you meant that as a threat, then you can take this job and shove it up your personality!" Right then MacKenna was fighting a nervous headache, which the Defense Minister's unwelcome arrival wasn't helping. It made him more combative and short-tempered than usual, which for him was something.
"You should be ashamed of your unprofessional behavior," Hogarthy lectured him. "I come all the way out here to Singapore to help put the fleet back in order after that disaster you got us into, and this is how you greet me? I would think you..."
Mac lost it, and pounded his fist on the desk. "I don't give a flying purple DAMN what you think!"
"That will be enough..."
"If I may, Minister," Captain Rostokovich interrupted. "Please excuse Admiral's temper. He is under much strain, and is still not recovered from his injuries."
MacKenna bridled at that, but kept his peace. Ivan was right: he needed to dial it down, no matter the provocation. In fact he wasn't fully recovered from what happened at the Battle Of The Dreamsingers' World—he died, horribly, from the effects of the Black Sphere's death-wish projector—nor did it seem likely he ever would. The alien J J Ballas revived him and wiped away most of the memories, but something like that marks a man, regardless.
Your
Disturbing Thought For The Day: The law of unintended consequences is a dangerous thing.
From The News Room:
My Writing Career Is Restarting!
As many of you know, I have been absent from my writing for some time - years - brought on by a combination of health issues, several unexpected household moves, and some severe writer's block as a result.
I am pleased to announce that my writing has taken the first tentative steps to restarting: first by a long overdue upgrade to this web site, followed by completing several novel length works.
First of these will be the third of the MacKenna trilogy, which I can see will need some substantial rewrite. After that are two epic fantasies, two mainstream novels, a third YA demi-novel, and another short story collection.
This will take time, especially as my writing efforts are still problematical, but - hopefully - things are moving again.
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