It’s a jungle out there – watch out for the vanity presses #wwwblogs #amwriting #selfpublishing

Nice reminder. Dear Writers, do your research. It’s free and easy to upload a file to Amazon. If you must pay, read the contract carefully and know what you’re getting.

3 Tips To Keep Your Reader READING: Cliffhanger Endings

I enjoyed this! Excellent lesson. I want to write now lol.

Dan Alatorre AUTHOR's avatarDAN ALATORRE

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Using my unreleased manuscript An Angel On Her Shoulder, I am showing you my techniques for reworking a story into a more readable, more enjoyable piece. It’s 45+ lessons in about 45 days. (To start at Chapter 1, click HERE.)

To view it best, bring up the two versions in different windows and view them side by side to see what was changed.

Then give me your thoughts in the comment section.

 

Cliffhangers

Most of the time we as writers get a scene completed and we say, “That’s enough, I’ll stop writing and end the chapter here.” We solved one of the mini hurdles. Whew! Time for a drink.

But

If we give readers that feeling of something being resolved, THEY may stop and go have a drink – and never pick our book up again!

Your audience will probably keep reading if the story is…

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Yecheilyah’s Book Reviews – The House on Candlewick Lane by Amy M. Reade

Title: The House on Candlewick Lane

Author: Amy M. Reade

Print Length: 263 pages

Publisher: Lyrical Underground (February 7, 2017)

Publication Date: February 7, 2017

Sold by: Penguin Random House Publisher Services

Language: English

ASIN: B01FBZXR3K


When Dr. Greer Dobbins receives a call from her daughter’s school to confirm that her little girl is out, she is surprised. Ellie should have been in school.

Ellie is missing, and Greer could experience no greater agony. Having been abducted by her ex-husband Neil, Ellie has been taken by her own father. A marriage that fell apart over Neil’s gambling addiction, there’s no telling where he’s taken, Ellie. Distraught, Dr. Dobbins is at her wit’s end as she and the police try to piece together the details of the disappearance.

They discover a man is spotted on an airport security video in Albany, New York, holding the hand of a little boy. The man’s face is concealed, but the little boy turns around and faces the camera. The little boy is Ellie. Greer is taken aback. Neil has cut their daughter’s hair and dressed her in boys’ clothes.

Unfortunately for this professor, things do not get better. Having already sugar-coated the divorce details to the police, Greer must inform them that neither she nor Neil is from the United States. In providing information about Neil’s parents and siblings, she reveals that she and Neil are both from Scotland. At this point, after discovering that both she and her daughter’s passports are missing, it is clear that Neil is headed home.

After a frantic attempt at boarding a plane without a passport and going through several airport personnel to rectify the situation, Greer heads to Edinburgh, Scotland, searching for her daughter. On the plane, she meets James, and a casual conversation sparks the beginning of a relationship and a long search ahead. We learn more about Neil and Greer’s relationship, her strained relationship with her former parents-in-law, and other secrets the city holds.

I enjoyed how the author didn’t allow the book to end until all the questions were answered. I love this in a good novel: everything is resolved before the book end and we have a solid and satisfying conclusion.

Plot Movement / Strength: 4/5

Entertainment Factor: 3/5

Characterization: 4/5

Authenticity / Believable: 3/5

Thought Provoking: 3/5

Overall Rating: 3 / 5 stars

The House on Candlewick Lane is  available now on Amazon.

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Website: www.amymreade.com

Blog: www.amreade.wordpress.com

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Amazon: www.amazon.com/Amy-M.-Reade/e/B00LX6ASF2/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

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Owning Your Writing Craft

Like I always say, take some time to enjoy the journey. Post quote: “Look at where you started and where you are now. Be proud of the distance you’ve traveled and how much you’ve accomplished, so far.”

theryanlanz's avatarRyan Lanz

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by Tonya R. Moore

There’s all this hubbub floating around out there lately, conflicting theories of all the DOs and DON’Ts of what it takes to be or become a successful author.

Some time ago, I saw some Perpetual Writing Advice Giver actually tweet that if you’re a writer promoting your work and you don’t have this many (double digit) thousand followers on Twitter, you’re simply not trying hard enough. To add insult to offense, said party didn’t even have a half of that “strongly suggested” following.

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No Punctuation

Dear Love,

your voice is the sound of pages

I’ve been waiting to read my entire life

like run on sentences

in a book too perfect to end

tell me

how do you shackle power to punctuation

If I could

I would end this poem with a period

or place a comma in the places I need

to catch my breath

but you

will only rush to the tips of my fingers

you see love

will only leak

from the pores in my skin

like the sounds of many waters

flooding its way from Noah’s Ark

you shelter me

like an infant

carefully encased in its mother’s womb

before language existed

before there was ever a need of capital letters

dear captain

you chose us

before there was a thing called history

sucking at its mother’s breast

we are nurtured by the past

to understand the future

Dear Love,

you are the answer to every question

and the sound of your mercy

is the only thing worth setting my alarm clock to

so I’ve chosen to reverence you this way

with outstretched pieces of paper

and ink pens

and a medley of words

all purposed to form the letters of your name

all destined to sing your praise

with no punctuation

no commas

or periods

or apostrophes

just run on sentences

limitless

like sign language I don’t remember learning in Public School

and while my tongue clings to the roof of my mouth

while my heart waits

I’ll write you poems

in the form of prayers

on the palms of my hands

and I’ll leave them running

like fountains of compassion

overflowing the levees of thought

I’ll leave them open

unedited

unrevised

and grammatically incorrect

so you’ll read me

like you always do

and never forget what my heart looks like

with no punctuation

because all the world has ever needed

was love.