#1 MinFicton: The Woman in the Street by Pamela D. Beverly

I’m taking Nortina’s one minute fiction challenge at https://lovelycurses.com//2017/06/12/Mondays-one-minute-fiction-week-of-June12/.

Here’s my contribution:

I got to her before he did.

“Don’t touch her!” his commanding voice rang out.

I stopped short for a second but bent down to give aid.

Book Festivals – Are they Worth it?

2012 Book Fair

Image Credit: Virginia Festival of the Book

Yesterday I participated in a local book festival.

Can’t get those six hours back.

A big goose egg.

Zero.

Nada.

Zilch.

And no, the photo above is not from the book festival I was a part of yesterday although I did attend that festival about five years ago.

At yesterday’s festival, there were probably more author and vendors than customers. And from what I could see from my table, those that were there weren’t buying much. Those authors lucky enough to have any sales seemed to be children’s authors.

Is it the demographic? I’m wondering. The genre? I don’t know.

Do you?

Or is just basically a crapshoot?

The hours I spent writing, editing, proofreading, having my manuscript proofread, edited, formatted, deciding on a cover design, working on my blog, marketing.

Spending money.

Lots of moo-lah.

Why? What’s my motivation?

I’m starting to wonder ’cause this ain’t my first rodeo. I’ve participated in several with my first book, albeit costly when I add up the cost versus what I actually sold.

As for yesterday’s book festival, it’s not like I didn’t try to help the cause. I advertised it on my Twitter, Google+, Facebook and Amazon Author Pages several times as the time grew near.

Where’s the support? The readers?

How about where you live? What are your thoughts?

Are people coming out?

Are they buying?

Is there simply too many books on the market?

I’d like to know.

 

Egad! Where’s My E-Book?

Last Tuesday was my birthday. And although I am happy to have reached another year of life, I am upset about something and have been for almost four months.

The e-book version of my novel. The Kindle version, to be more precise.

When my first novel, Relations, was published, it was available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Books-A-Million and Abbott Press among other retailers.

Fast-forward to November 2016 and it’s gone from Amazon.

Why?

The paperback and hardcover versions are still available on Amazon but the Kindle version is nowhere to be found.

Like I said, that was in November 2016 when I found out and I still don’t know why.

To say that I’ve been a bit perturbed about it would be an understatement because my publisher has known about this since August 2016. Maybe even longer.

And if I hadn’t stumbled on this issue, I probably wouldn’t even know about it now.

Authors should be able to get information about any issues(?) with their books without a lot of rigmarole.

I would’ve appreciated a letter or an e-mail, even.

It’s still available as an e-book through Barnes and Noble, Abbott Press and other online websites so what could the issue be? More information has been leaked about the White House than about why it’s no longer available on Amazon.

It’s infuriating–they’ve got all the information they need about us–they’ve practically got my blood type and mother’s maiden name but when you make inquiries, all-of-a-sudden, you’re persona non grata or something.

Depending on who I talk to, there doesn’t seem to be any constructive advice given regarding how I (actually they) will be rectifying this conundrum.

If there was, my birthday wish will have been granted.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Love Labyrinth©

Image by Pexels*

Have you ever wondered how you could see more than one side to an issue?

How about three sides?

 

Meet Clark Johnson:

“Women. Does anyone understand them?

Treat ’em right but does it matter? They still don’t know what they want.”

 

Coming soon!

The Love Labyrinth by Pamela D. Beverly

* Disclaimer: This is not the actual cover.

An Excerpt from The Love Labyrinth©

Image Credit: Pixels*

 

     “Come here, Rodney,” Wayne called. “Let me get to that head of yours.”

     “While you’re doing that, I think I’ll go to the post office and get some stamps,” Noelle

said, going to the hall closet to get her coat.

     Wayne peeked his head out of the kitchen. “I have some in my wallet.”

     Noelle took her coat off the hanger and closed the door. Slipping it on, she replied,

“That’s okay. I want to get some air anyway.”

     “Suit yourself.”

     She went upstairs to their bedroom and grabbed her purse, then left the house.

     Noelle went to the post office and afterwards, got back into her car and drove around

aimlessly, not wanting to go back home right away. She reviewed the events of the past

evening in her mind. Her exchanges with Wayne had been sparse when he arrived home.

They’d shared a brief kiss and embrace, then Noelle had gone to warm up his dinner while

Wayne spent time with the kids.

     After he had eaten, the children were asleep and they had prepared for bed. Noelle had

taken a long, leisurely bath and was dismayed to discover that Wayne was still awake when

she entered their bedroom.

     “Junior told me that you gave him some pointers on how to write a good book report and

that he got a B on it.”

     “Yes, he did a good job.” Noelle climbed into bed and after turning out the lamp on her

nightstand, turned on her side, away from him.

     “You deserve some credit,” Wayne countered with gentleness.

    “I didn’t do it for him. He’s a bright boy. All he needed was a little coaching.” She

wanted to go to sleep. She felt his warm hand brush the hair away from her ear and her

body gave an involuntary shiver.

     Wayne kissed her neck, pulling her gently into his embrace. “You just can’t take a

compliment, can you?”

     She tried to wriggle out of it. “Maybe because I’m not used to them anymore. Wayne,

I’m really sleepy.”

     “Baby, it’s been almost two weeks. I’ve been getting home late or out of town and

lately, you’re always tired.”

     “Well, I’m sorry, but you know the boys can be a handful. Especially when you’re not at

home …”

     He continued to kiss her, running his hands all over her body. “Just a little bit, baby?”

     I can’t believe you! Noelle seethed inside. We’ve barely spoken since you’ve gotten home and

you’ve got the nerve to use our secret code for wanting to make love, one we both haven’t used in a

very long time. I ought to slap you. Here I’ve been frustrated for so long, waiting for you to show me

a bit of genuine affection.

     “Wayne, we need to talk.” She continued to struggle against him.

     Slipping his hands beneath her nightshirt, Wayne whispered, “Later.”

     Against her better instincts, Noelle yielded to the overpowering desire for her

husband’s affection. You sure know how to push my buttons, she thought weakly, despising

herself.

     There were no further protests.

     Forcing her mind back to the present, Noelle thought with despair, I should’ve told him

no. Simple sex is not going to fix this thing.

     I’m on a road leading nowhere.

 

*Disclaimer: This is not the actual cover.

 

Be on the lookout for my sizzling second novel, The Love Labyrinth©

by Pamela D. Beverly, on Amazon.com and other online retailers soon!

My Interview with VaLerie Irene, Author of the Children’s Book, Raffi and Friends – The Lunch Box Mystery

Tell us a little about yourself.

I grew up in Washington, DC and am the youngest of five siblings. I am a Federal government employee by day, with over 32 years under my belt. I love to read and am thankful that the e-book came about (to contain my book collection) although I still buy plenty of physical books.valerie-irene-2 I like to travel, read, garden and I dabble in photography. I hope to one day produce a coffee table book of, or a coloring book based from, some of my photos.  

I know you and you’ve never been interested in writing. What made you write this book?

I have wanted to write a book for a long time. In past attempts, the topic just didn’t seem right  – I didn’t feel like I had a “novel” inside of me. So I asked myself, what is the one thing that always makes me happy; that would be fun to write about. There, in front of my face was my collection of stuffed animals. Some of them I’ve had since I was five years old, and they’ve really made me happy over the years. There are four characters in my book – a giraffe, an owl, a turtle, and a monkey. Two of the characters, the owl and the turtle, I’ve had since I was at least five years old – and they look like I’ve had them that long. The giraffe, Raffi, I crocheted about four years ago when I was teaching myself how to read crochet patterns, and I have a collection of about 30 monkeys, so I had to have one of my monkeys in the book.

What is the name of the book?

Raffi and Friends – The Lunch Box Mystery.

Without giving too much away, what is the book about?

The book is about Raffi, the giraffe, who loves to eat grilled cheese sandwiches (so much so, he could eat them every day) who loses his lunch box with his grilled cheese sandwiches inside. Raffi’s three best friends – Owie the Owl, Torrey the Turtle, and Marlon Monroe the Monkey use their individual qualities while helping him search for his missing lunch box.

What do you hope the readers of your book learn from reading it?

I hope my book can help teach young children basic, wholesome qualities associated with being a good friend.

That’s so sweet. Where can people purchase or pre-order copies of the book?

Introspection

Recent Pictures 306Returning from a weeklong cruise, I find myself being introspective. Maybe I’m just getting older (aren’t we all?) but whenever I gazed at the ship I sailed on or the airplane I flew on, I kept thinking, mankind (and this goes without saying that women are included in this) is skilled in so many areas. I mean, the fact that man designed something as massive as a 165,000 ton ship that can move 6,000 people to different parts of the world in a matter of days in itself is astounding. Something so large yet it can float.

While eating, I would observe numerous families consisting of many nationalities, eating or interacting with the staff, who were also from all over the world.

Therefore, it boggles my mind when I continue to read about violence here in the U.S. as well as other parts of the world. It is so senseless.

Why is this?

A man in the nearby town of Temple Hills, Maryland, shot two firefighters, killing one and critically injuring the other,  after they came to his residence on a welfare check. It is unclear at this time whether he thought that it was a home invasion or whether they introduced themselves or forced their way in but it asks the question: When did we get like this, everyone scared of everyone else? The motto nowadays is to shoot, stab, beat-up, you name it first and ask questions later.

When will mankind get itself together and learn to live, play and work together like we did on that huge ship I was on, a microcosm of the world at large?

I hope it is soon.

 

A Poem for the Voter – Vote!

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This is my contribution to LovelyCurses blog:

http://lovelycurses.com/2016/02/03/black-poetry-writing-month-poem-voter/.

Blood has been shed.

“I’m not gonna vote,” you said.

Was it all for naught?

How much time have you got?

Does it really take that long?

Not as long as it took

our ancestors.

Those sharecroppers,

chauffeurs,

and also maids.

Shoe shiners,

porters,

and most of all, slaves.

Will it cost you that much?

It cost them a lot.

And you think now

of what you haven’t got?

Think of what they may

take from you later.

It’s probably what they want

since it’s not your vote

to whom they cater.

Wise up, young ‘uns

and old folks, too.

Let’s make sure they know

that we aren’t fools.

One is a lonely number

but joined by another

counts for another vote cast.

It’s up to you, sisters and brothers.

They’re waiting,

your ancestors

and so am I.

Copyright 2016 by Pamela D. Beverly

Who Would’ve Thought…

…that it would be this difficult to secure a narrator for my audiobook? It started off great and although the few that I auditioned weren’t the right voices for my novel, Relations, it seemed as if the interest was there. Now it isn’t. I really don’t know. I’m assuming that it’s due to my modest book sales. Hey, you gotta start somewhere.

Have you authors whose books are available in an audio format as well had this problem? If so, what did you do to resolve it?