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Why it's not cringey to self-publish your own book
Let's talk frankly for a minute. When many of us writers first dreamt of "being a writer" what we saw in our fantasies was probably something glamorous: a clambering agent, a traditionally published book, and perhaps even a red carpet debut for the movie adaptation of our bestseller. Very few of us initially imagined the perhaps less-glamorous world of self-publishing.
3 Mistakes You Are Making In Your Novel That Are Boring Your Reader
The last thing you want a reader to be when experiencing the world of your novel is to be bored to tears. This leads to them either returning your book for their money back, placing it on the shelf never being touched again, or it being donated so that maybe someone else will find enjoyment in it.
Elise L. BlakePublished 5 days ago in WritersTHE ENVELOPE PLEASE
Fiesta! ¡Olé! It's Cinco de Mayo and time to celebrate the ASK ME IN DECEMBER the unofficial challenge winners. The creators had fun and it was fun reading all their entries. From Ballads to the Blues and a Villanelle to a Haiku, I was honored by the forty-four entries.
Babs IversonPublished 5 days ago in WritersOF MOTHERHOOD.
Dear mother-to-be, I wanted to let you know how very, very special I think you are. I don't think there can be any job that is more meaningful than the one you are about to begin, that of being a mom. You are the most important person in the world to your precious unborn baby, and you will be for many years.
Catherine NyomendaPublished 8 days ago in WritersReligious Freedom Granted in 1978
What traditions are you most thankful for and why? Rupi Kaur's Gratitude Writing Prompts 1. Enormous Gratitude for the return of religious freedom for American Indians in 1978. The same year I got into recovery. That year I could smudge, go into the sweat lodge, attend full-moon ceremony, pipe ceremony, wiping of tears ceremony, and others.
Denise E LindquistPublished 9 days ago in WritersCreate Your Personal Vocal Homepage
I'm not a Vocal Newbie (not that there's anything wrong with that), and I'm technologically comfortable. But, I'm also perhaps too comfortable. I think I know, even if I know that I don't know what I don't know, I still think I know more that I do know.
Judey KalchikPublished 7 days ago in WritersHigh Rise, Deep Impact
I have witnessed a death that I relive every time I step into an elevator. Although it no longer affects me as deeply—given that it's been 11 years since the incident—it remains a heart- rending memory from my first and last day as a paramedic. My initial call to the scene involved a man who seemed to have fallen down the elevator shaft of a high-rise building. Alternatively, it might have been that the elevator moved upwards while he was working on it. Different scenarios were being considered when I arrived.
Penelope HenainPublished 7 days ago in WritersOn Winning and Losing
Recently, the pleasant surprise of placement on the Vocal Bonus Leaderboard sent me down a rabbit hole. Now, rabbit holes are a pretty common place for me to spend time, but I don't always feel the call to write about them. To be honest, the thought of sharing some of them mortifies me.
Dana CrandellPublished 11 days ago in Writers
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Writers Appreciation: A Love Letter
Here are some amazing creators I have noticed on Vocal Media this past month, and wanted to quickly shout out! I think writers need some more appreciation, and I think this will be a fun way to do it! (Maybe it'll become a recurring thing, who can say!) But anyway, I wanted to write some little love letters to some amazing people, so here we go!
The Man From My Book: Episode 2.
“So what’s it gonna be?” “Can you keep your voice down, please?” I said, hurrying out of bed and heading for the door. Moving with such superhuman speed, the man jumped in front of me.
Eseoghene OnovughePublished about 5 hours ago in WritersCommunity/Reader Insights
Hello readers/writers! I don't know about you, but I have a lot of story ideas living rent-free in my head and it's time for them to vacate. Problem is, it's mostly snippets of ideas vs. a fully-fledged book. I will list out my ideas below and I would be so grateful if the members of the community could help me choose which story sounds most interesting to complete!
J. L. GreenPublished about 9 hours ago in WritersThreads of Resilience
Threads of Resilience In the heart of a bustling city, where the streets once echoed with laughter and the air buzzed with energy, now lies a quiet resilience born of adversity. The COVID-19 pandemic swept through the world with a ferocity that no one could have imagined, leaving devastation in its wake. Yet, amidst the chaos and despair, there emerged a glimmer of hope – the AstraZeneca vaccine. In a small community nestled on the outskirts of the city, a sense of cautious optimism fills the air as the first doses of the vaccine arrive. For months, the residents have endured the anguish of separation, the fear of illness, and the weight of uncertainty. But now, as they line up to receive their long-awaited protection, a newfound sense of collective strength binds them together. Among the crowd stands Maria, a single mother who has weathered the storm with unwavering determination. With her son by her side, she clutches his hand tightly, her heart heavy with gratitude and relief. For Maria, the vaccine represents more than just a shield against the virus – it is a lifeline, a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in darkness. As Maria watches her neighbors step forward to receive their doses, she is overcome by a wave of emotion. Each injection is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, a symbol of the collective strength that binds them together. In the eyes of the community, Maria sees a reflection of her own struggles and triumphs, a reminder that they are not alone in their journey. But amidst the celebration, there lingers a sense of sadness – a reminder of those who could not be here to witness this moment. For every empty seat in the vaccination center, there is a story of loss and longing, a silent plea for remembrance. Yet, even in their absence, their presence is felt, woven into the fabric of the community like threads of resilience. As the day wears on, Maria joins her neighbors in a makeshift gathering, their laughter mingling with tears of joy. Together, they share stories of survival, of hope, and of the bonds that have sustained them through the darkest of days. For in each other, they find strength, courage, and a renewed sense of purpose. In the weeks that follow, the community comes alive with the sounds of life once more. Children play in the streets, elders gather in the park, and the aroma of home-cooked meals fills the air. With each passing day, the scars of the pandemic begin to fade, replaced by a sense of resilience and renewal. But as the world slowly returns to normalcy, Maria knows that their journey is far from over. There are still challenges to overcome, wounds to heal, and lessons to be learned. Yet, as long as they stand together, united in their determination to rebuild and reclaim their lives, Maria is confident that they will emerge from this crisis stronger than ever before. And so, as the sun sets on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city, Maria takes a moment to reflect on the journey that has brought them to this point. In the faces of her neighbors, she sees the resilience of the human spirit – a force that knows no bounds, a beacon of hope in the darkest of times. For in the end, it is not the challenges we face that define us, but how we rise to meet them. And in the face of adversity, Maria knows that their collective strength will carry them through, lighting the way to a brighter tomorrow.
Earnesta's Will
Lord I am trying to make it through. Lord I am trying to overcome. My soul is weary. And my soul is in need of rest. O Savior I need thee I pray for thee. And the choir sung over and over Lord Lord Lord I've been through Lord Lord Lord I've been through Lord Lord Lord I've been through. I never heard that song before on the radio. It made me feel happy so much I wipe a tear from my eye. It reminded me of the songs they used to sang in Momma's church. Momma used to love repeating those songs when she was stressed. Momma would sang so pretty and loud that people outside could hear her. Even when she washed the clothes, she would be humming in the fields. Sometimes I missed Momma so much I would go by our old house and remember. I better hurry up get to church because you know church doesn't wait for you. And I love praise and worship and Pastor Clay's preaching. I usually am good at getting ready but it just lately I have been feeling it. Going through a divorce, loveless marriage ending. And not yet ready to give up. Like stormy weather, I am frightened at public confrontation. Even though I am not ashamed because it was not me but the relationship was just turning for the worst. I can't keep feeling this way. I can't keep letting these emotions get to me. Sometimes I would have to walk in the rain just to relieve my stress. Sometimes I would run in the rain. Something I used to do as a child because it was fun. And I like laughing and playing. Momma said I was a curious and adventurous child. Yeah whatever happened to that, being fun and adventurous. Hebert just was too strict and he cling too much. I need space. I need independence. I need a life. Anyways I am dressed and on my way to church. I can't seem to get that song out of my head. Momma said when you are hurting He knows. There will be times of depression, times of anguish, times of stress. When you need a word, that's when it time to go to church. You gotta know when to be preach to and when to preach and when to teach and when to listen. Many people don't feel preaching. Many people don't feel like listening I guess. Many people don't think about God or ignores His existence. But I was raised better. Momma would put me in my place if I ever thought that. Lord knows, wait don't rain now. I am praying Father in Heaven I love rain but no storm. And you said we have dominion and power. Give me dominion and power right now to tell that storm not to come. I never liked storms ever since I was a child. I remember the thunder, the lightning, wind, and the damage. I could not play even in the house. I had to stay quiet. I was soooo afraid about being struck. My heart stood still as I clutch my favorite stuffed French Bull Dog doll. I called him Puddles. Puddles would help me to sleep at night and on time. I love Puddles because he kept me safe. I would not cry with Puddles. However I somehow lost him. Oh good it did not rain but I am running late. I got passed everyone to get a good seat. Good they are still doing praise and worship and singing We are Healed. The lead sing twice He was wounded for our transgression, He was bruised for our iniquities, the chastisement of our peace was upon him. With his stripes we are healed. And the choir joined Augusta the lead who was classical trained repeating for the third time. But something happened to me as a social worker I never thought I needed the help. Helping all those people for 20 years on the job and i could not save my 20 years marriage. Telling everybody it's okay and not feeling okay. Was I living in vain? Was I a liar? Was I living a life of lies? So worryingly I walked out of the sanctuary covering my tears into the women's bathroom and I chose a stall. I heard to church friends talking. You know Teresha you should not go around spreading gossip and rumors. It is not becoming. You know you will reap what you sow. As they both were fixing their looks in the large mirror. The other said So what you are suppose to speak the truth. And they both stood quiet oddly. I did not want to break the conversation or be questioned by them so I stood in the stall. Merea you should mind your business. The truth will come out. Teresha the truth belongs to God not to you and you will reap what you sow. Why do you want to hurt her so bad? Why do you want to be so ugly? Put yourself in her shoes. I just could not stay any longer plus Pastor Clay might be speaking. So I got out quickly washed my hands in the third sink and quietly left. And the two women were shocked and offended. And as I was walking in the sanctuary, Pastor Clay was speaking. You say I am hurting. You say I am offended. You say Lord why? But do you really want the answer. Do you really want to know why. God is trying to get through to you in a loving way. He is trying to tell you something that you need to know. God is trying to change your life, change your direction, change your position in life. Though you live, you strive. Though you seem okay, you faint. Though you struggle, you close yourself. God is trying to get through to you. God is trying to speak to you. He wants you to know that hurt is not life. Offense is not life. Struggling is not life. He wants you to live. For God so loved the world that He gave His only Begotten Son that whomsoever believe in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life. If you need healing from the past come to the altar. If you need healing of abuse, come to the altar. If you need healing of hurt, come to the altar. The altar is here for you to meet God. the altar is here for you come to God. The altar is here for you to humble yourself and seek His face. Amen. And the church was in an uproar and many people came to the altar even I. As the choir sang Is your all on the altar of sacrifice? Is it laid? Does your heart let the Spirit take control? You can only be blessed and have peace and perfect rest when your all on the altar is laid. And Pastor Clay prayed on me and I fell into the arms of the ushers. I blackout and had a dream just a light and hearing this voice of God saying Is your all? Do you give up everything to me? Forgive as I have forgiven you. And the storm of your life shall subside. And I woke up covered by a sheet from the usher. And I told the minister what I saw and hear. And the minister prayed on me and encourage me. They gave me the church number to call for guidance. And as I went home I was singing that song on the radio and I had to pull over and say to God I will do what you will. I give up my will for yours. And a driver came to see if I was okay, it was my brother Peter and he told me about Momma. After talking for sometime, he gave me some Fried Fish Dinner that he just brought saying that he had extra dinners. I told him about Hebert. And he asked me if I love him. And I tried to ignore but my brother Peter is persistent. And I said yes I do loved him. Peter said God can fixed it Earnesta. Do God's Will. Ask God if you should go back to him. Tell God you will do whatever He says. Then Peter left to see Momma. i tried to fix my makeup and prayed. i felt better. I felt alright. My marriage needs God. I need God. I feel healed in my right mind and I feel like my storm has passed by Jesus' stripes. And whatever happens happens. I will let that man know that I love him. And I will leave it in God's hands.
Matthew PrimousPublished about 11 hours ago in Writers2024 high businessn design generation technology
Introduction The Business Model Canvas consists of nine building blocks that explain the reason for a company's success. The Value Proposition Canvas is an extension of the Business Model Canvas. It is primarily focused on developing a strong value proposition which is the central element of a sustainable business model.
Logan MillerPublished about 12 hours ago in WritersBusy Writers Can Write A Novel Faster Than Those With Time To Spare
Nobody has free time. It's just not a thing anymore with jobs that need to pay the bills, children that always need something, spouses or partners that always need more somethings, friends that want to see you, family that needs something from you, the dogs that need to be walked and petted and everything in between.
Elise L. BlakePublished about 12 hours ago in WritersLiux Animal
In the fascinating world of innovation, ideas deemed brilliant in hindsight often seem outlandish at first, says Antonio Espinosa, the visionary CEO of Liux. This is how the intriguing story of the Liux Animal begins—a prototype that challenges traditional norms and redefines the automotive sector. The Animal is the embodiment of an innovative vision, conceived as a biobased vehicle, primarily constructed with natural materials like flax and natural resins. But how did this idea emerge, and more importantly, how did it become a reality?
Daniel JimengarPublished about 14 hours ago in Writers
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