The multiple self-publishing hurdles for non-US authors. Self-published authors, who like me, have the misfortune to reside outside the US know all too well of the handicaps and barriers that they have to accept, or break down along the route to getting their books self-published and promoted. There are issues such as extremely high shipping costs, and excessively long delivery times for POD books and higher minimum royalty payments that are only payable by check to non-US accounts, and not electronically as they are for US accounts. Even when they overcome issues such as these, further hurdles and worse, firmly closed doors await them along the way in trying to broaden their markets and promote
So what’s new in tech? Well, nothing much these days really. Tech has come to a grinding halt on three fronts for me. The halt though, while extremely boring, is also saving me a lot of money. What’s boring is not worth buying. Apple I’ll start with Apple, who of course were everyone’s favourite company just a few short years ago. So cool were Apple, that people used to queue up for days in rain, snow and ice, just so they could be first to donate huge wads of cash to the Apple god of tech. Today, however, where are the queues of Apple tech heads with fat wallets of cash?
The Glothic Tales Ever since that fateful decision was made to descend from the trees, stand on two legs and eat fewer bananas, humans have looked back on the decision with regret. It was at that very moment in time, when we began feeling that we were being controlled. By who, why and how is today, just as much of a mystery as it was then. As a species, we have lived our entire existence under constant control; by lords of the manor, governments, banks, moneylenders, faceless men in strange brotherhoods and manufactures of shiny objects that go beep and keep us amused for hours on end. The one unsolvable
One Last Love Life has the habit of delivering its perverse twists at the most unexpected times. For Bonnie his life had been lived, and the bitter sweet memories of his wife, along with the never ending sorrow of losing his son so young remain with him, but were now ebbing slowly with the passing of the years. His days of love, warmth and tenderness well past and all that was left were his last few quiet years to grow old. Alone, yet content. What he had done, he had done and what had happened, had. All that remained was to live out the rest of his life in a