June 01, 2010
Steal, er, Share Joe Konrath's Ebook: Is it Piracy or Sharing?
Joe Konrath, author of Cherry Bomb and the Jack Daniels series, is running an experiment. His claim: piracy or what he prefers to call file sharing, can increase sales.
So he is experimenting, saying his Kindle sales will not suffer as a result of his collection of Jack Daniels stories being given away free. You can read his claims and download the collection here.
Author Marilynn Byerly and other authors call the whole thing a fallacy as Joe may not suffer, but small press, ebook and indie authors and presses will suffer having their works put all over the web for free.
I'm still figuring out this piracy-file sharing - free thing. If you're lucky to have a number of books already published or are a writing machine, that cushion is larger. If you already have a name, yes, it makes sense that you will feel the hurt of free vs. sold books less.
People will do what they do. There's no stopping it. But it's like legalizing drugs - do you do it because "everyone" wants it? Is it a good idea? Aren't there still always those who do get hurt?
Yes, thieves will take what they want and won't pay anyway, no matter what. Entitlement seems to be the byword today (just ask all those jailed execs who still think they were the ones wronged and didn't do a anything illegal).
But... maybe that old saying still holds true: why buy the cow when the milk is free? Maybe the real key here is Joe is crazy - like a fox. Yes free works for him - he stirs the pot and gets all the free publicity he could ask for. Hmm...
* * What's your opinion?
May 29, 2010
A Pink Saturday Party!
What fun! Beverly at How Sweet the Sound is having a party!
Congrats to Bev on her "second" birthday for Pink Saturday! Let's bring out the cake and balloons!
Well, what better way to celebrate than a barbecue?
Here's part of the scene in my rooftop garden roombox built in a wall-hanging bookshelf.
Happy Memorial Day! Let's eat!
Congrats to Bev on her "second" birthday for Pink Saturday! Let's bring out the cake and balloons!
Well, what better way to celebrate than a barbecue?
Here's part of the scene in my rooftop garden roombox built in a wall-hanging bookshelf.
Happy Memorial Day! Let's eat!
May 22, 2010
New Miniature Finds for May Flowers
I made a few new plants from some artificial plants I had bought a while ago. I like the shape of the leaves, which I painted a darker green.
The great find were these neat beads at Hobby Lobby for half off. (sale ends today!) I love the designs for vases! The package says Metal Beads. Aren't they fantastic? Unfortunately, they only had the one package of the larger bead which is my favorite. I'm making some new plants to make an arrangement in it.
And since it is also PINK SATURDAY at Beverly's blog, How Sweet the Sound, I went and visited Kathy at Reimagined Treasures who makes the cutest little kids' outfits!
And this is my dog, Shania, who has this funny habit of chewing on her leg when she's lying in the chair. Well, not really chewing, but she seems to think her leg tastes good or something. I finally was able to catch her on camera before she moved. ha!
** In the mood for a quick read?
Check out
MOTHERLY LOVE - a story for less than a cup of coffee! See link at right column.
... A mother's love is eternal...
May 21, 2010
Miniature Food that Looks Good Enough to Eat
Some neat videos to be inspired by. I can only wish to create such realistic food in miniature.
Amazing isn't it? These are 1/12th scale (1" = 1 foot). Most cakes are around or under 1" in size. Hungry yet?
Amazing isn't it? These are 1/12th scale (1" = 1 foot). Most cakes are around or under 1" in size. Hungry yet?
May 20, 2010
Book blog tour: KJ Roberts, author of Pieces of the Star
Today I welcome author KJ Roberts, author of PIECES OF THE STAR, a YA suspense/thriller from FIDO Publishing. (Highly appropriate, I thought! Cool cover, too!) - And don't forget to check out the contest at the end!
In PIECES OF THE STAR, ex-cop and brain tumor survivor, Vincent Maxwell has been recalled for a special assignment: Capture a killer.
With no obvious common links or clues, Maxwell must work fast before another body turns up.
What he discovers suggests that more than his reputation is at stake. Wrapped up in an unbelievable world of superpowers, he’s dragged in deeper with a connection he never thought possible. Can he use the information to his advantage and stop the killer? Or will death strike before he finds answers?
Excerpt:
The man's mouth gaped open and his eyes were wide in terror. Something horrible had happened to him, yet only a small gash existed in his right ear.
Vince looked around the area. The local police force hadn't found any clues since five o'clock this morning when he'd gotten the call. Now the sun had begun to rise and people gathered around the yellow tape, murmuring worries about a possible serial killer.
Could anyone blame them? This was the second killing this month. Both victims had the same cut on the side of their head, but so far, they seemed to have nothing else in common. (Read more at above links.)
As part of her tour, KJ shares how one special dog turned her into a cat - and dog - person...
CAT-SITTING YORKIE
I’ve never been a dog person. Hey, don’t boo me. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, a dog person. My husband is notorious for dragging home strays. It all started years ago, and we’ve been through a few pets. Mostly cats, but dogs too.
About a year ago, we were down to one dog, a Blue Heeler and Malamute mix. My husband walked her every day, feed and played with his Princess. But one day he comes home from his walk with a puppy wagging behind Princess. A little dirty Yorkie.
I figured this puppy was someone’s pet, so I posted fliers. Sure enough, someone claimed him. We were sad, because we had come to love him, but took him home (all the way to the end of the street). An hour later, the man is back asking us if we wanted him. His granddaughter was scared of him and hadn’t stopped crying since he came home. (He was supposed to be a present for her.) So, we took him.
Now, like I said, I’m not a dog person. I like my cats, and I have a couple of them. But this little boy has wiggled into my heart. He is the cutest thing ever, does the funniest things, and loves the cats. He’s sweet and has so much personality I wanted to share these funny stories about our Boogie.
I have this knit jacket with the drawstrings in it, the ones that always come out. So, he grabs this drawstring in his mouth, pulls it in front of the cat and tries to get it to chase him. Once he has the cat’s attention, it’s on! He starts running around the coffee table and sofa with the cat on his heels. They’re about the same size too, but Boogie runs a bit faster. He’ll slow down and look back to make sure the cat is still chasing him, and then start running again. This game can go on and on while the family laughs. It’s about the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.
Currently we have another stray cat, well not really a stray - the neighbors moved out and left this cat behind. He’s not fixed and wouldn’t you know it, a female cat turns up pregnant. We have the momma and six kittens in the house in a box right now.
We’re working with a local shelter to find homes for all the cats, daddy too. The kittens are big enough they’ve started climbing out of the box and exploring. But Boogie’s right there to follow them around and make sure they don’t get lost. He makes sure we know where they are and helps herd them together. He’s pretty good at watching two at a time as they roam. So if you ever need a cat-sitter, Boogie’s your guy!
(Boogie sure sounds like a one-of-a-kind dog! Thanks for sharing, KJ!)
** Your Turn: Comment and you can win a copy of KJ's book, PIECES OF THE STAR. Share a funny story about your own dog (ok, cats too!) ha!
In PIECES OF THE STAR, ex-cop and brain tumor survivor, Vincent Maxwell has been recalled for a special assignment: Capture a killer.
With no obvious common links or clues, Maxwell must work fast before another body turns up.
What he discovers suggests that more than his reputation is at stake. Wrapped up in an unbelievable world of superpowers, he’s dragged in deeper with a connection he never thought possible. Can he use the information to his advantage and stop the killer? Or will death strike before he finds answers?
Excerpt:
The man's mouth gaped open and his eyes were wide in terror. Something horrible had happened to him, yet only a small gash existed in his right ear.
Vince looked around the area. The local police force hadn't found any clues since five o'clock this morning when he'd gotten the call. Now the sun had begun to rise and people gathered around the yellow tape, murmuring worries about a possible serial killer.
Could anyone blame them? This was the second killing this month. Both victims had the same cut on the side of their head, but so far, they seemed to have nothing else in common. (Read more at above links.)
As part of her tour, KJ shares how one special dog turned her into a cat - and dog - person...
CAT-SITTING YORKIE
I’ve never been a dog person. Hey, don’t boo me. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, a dog person. My husband is notorious for dragging home strays. It all started years ago, and we’ve been through a few pets. Mostly cats, but dogs too.
About a year ago, we were down to one dog, a Blue Heeler and Malamute mix. My husband walked her every day, feed and played with his Princess. But one day he comes home from his walk with a puppy wagging behind Princess. A little dirty Yorkie.
I figured this puppy was someone’s pet, so I posted fliers. Sure enough, someone claimed him. We were sad, because we had come to love him, but took him home (all the way to the end of the street). An hour later, the man is back asking us if we wanted him. His granddaughter was scared of him and hadn’t stopped crying since he came home. (He was supposed to be a present for her.) So, we took him.
Now, like I said, I’m not a dog person. I like my cats, and I have a couple of them. But this little boy has wiggled into my heart. He is the cutest thing ever, does the funniest things, and loves the cats. He’s sweet and has so much personality I wanted to share these funny stories about our Boogie.
I have this knit jacket with the drawstrings in it, the ones that always come out. So, he grabs this drawstring in his mouth, pulls it in front of the cat and tries to get it to chase him. Once he has the cat’s attention, it’s on! He starts running around the coffee table and sofa with the cat on his heels. They’re about the same size too, but Boogie runs a bit faster. He’ll slow down and look back to make sure the cat is still chasing him, and then start running again. This game can go on and on while the family laughs. It’s about the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.
Currently we have another stray cat, well not really a stray - the neighbors moved out and left this cat behind. He’s not fixed and wouldn’t you know it, a female cat turns up pregnant. We have the momma and six kittens in the house in a box right now.
We’re working with a local shelter to find homes for all the cats, daddy too. The kittens are big enough they’ve started climbing out of the box and exploring. But Boogie’s right there to follow them around and make sure they don’t get lost. He makes sure we know where they are and helps herd them together. He’s pretty good at watching two at a time as they roam. So if you ever need a cat-sitter, Boogie’s your guy!
(Boogie sure sounds like a one-of-a-kind dog! Thanks for sharing, KJ!)
** Your Turn: Comment and you can win a copy of KJ's book, PIECES OF THE STAR. Share a funny story about your own dog (ok, cats too!) ha!
May 19, 2010
New Ebook: Motherly Love
New ebook: Motherly Love.
Maria's family had a secret: an ancient tradition she'd always thought was nothing more than superstition. Then her little girl fell ill. Now, just like her mother and grandmother before her, Maria vowed to do anything to save her daughter--even the one thing she feared most.
** BUY: Download at Smashwords for less than a cup of coffee!
Excerpt:
Motherly Love - C.A. Verstraete
Chicago, 1929
The kerosene lamp on the table flickered faintly, the feeble light enveloping the kitchen of the small flat with an eerie glow.
Normally, I would've jumped up at the increasing duskiness that masked the worn linoleum beneath my feet and the bulges in the excessively plastered walls. I hated the dark, and usually rushed to find some old candle stubs to dispel the shadows and augment our meager fuel supply.
Now, such things didn't really matter. Instead of feeling uneasy about the approaching shadows, I almost wished I'd be swallowed up by the malevolent beings I imagined hid unseen in the thick blackness.
A hoarse croak floated out of the small bedroom a few steps from the kitchen and stopped my musings. "Maria?"
"Yes, mother. I'm coming."
The dry hacking coughs that followed my mother Anna's call hurried my preparations. The pieces of silverware clattered against the chipped china bowl and plate I set on the tray and carried to her closet-sized bedroom.
For several minutes I stood mannequin-like outside the room, my heart hammering against my ribcage at the raspy sounds and the sickly scents that assaulted my senses. I sighed, struggling to cope with my mother's rapid decline. It was a burden that felt horribly heavy on my fifteen-year-old shoulders. I shifted uncertainly from foot to foot, my two-step of insecurity making the worn kitchenware clank some more.
"Honey, is that you? Come in and sit by me."
I braced myself and went to her bed. "Here, Mother. I made you some chicken soup and some tea. Better eat while it's hot."
She did her best to murmur her thanks, her words of appreciation now wrapped in hoarse whispers and phlegmy coughs that I wished I wasn't hearing.
"Sit, sit." She patted the worn chenille spread covering the small iron-framed bed in welcome.
"No, no, I don't want to shake the bed," I said. "You should eat before it gets cold."
"Cold, hot, it won't matter." She sighed and reached to reassure me when I gasped aloud. "Don't worry. I'm not giving up yet. The soup'll be just fine once it cools a little. We need to talk."
I hesitated but did as she asked and eased myself onto the lumpy mattress without jiggling the bed. She hadn't complained of any queasiness since yesterday; I hoped it stayed that way.
From my vantage point, the sharp angles that had replaced mother's once heavily padded frame were clearly noticeable. Her smile put me at ease until she leaned forward. Her jerky motion caused the necklace tucked beneath her floral patterned nightdress to spill forth.
The s-linked chain flowed out of mother's gown in a fluid motion like a golden snake, and then stopped. A low moan escaped me as I watched her skeletal fingers pull the rest of the chain into view. I glanced uneasily at the decades-old wooden amulet attached at the chain's end.
** BUY: at Smashwords for less than a cup of coffee!
(c) 2010 C. Verstraete http://candidcanine.blogspot.com
Maria's family had a secret: an ancient tradition she'd always thought was nothing more than superstition. Then her little girl fell ill. Now, just like her mother and grandmother before her, Maria vowed to do anything to save her daughter--even the one thing she feared most.
** BUY: Download at Smashwords for less than a cup of coffee!
Excerpt:
Motherly Love - C.A. Verstraete
Chicago, 1929
The kerosene lamp on the table flickered faintly, the feeble light enveloping the kitchen of the small flat with an eerie glow.
Normally, I would've jumped up at the increasing duskiness that masked the worn linoleum beneath my feet and the bulges in the excessively plastered walls. I hated the dark, and usually rushed to find some old candle stubs to dispel the shadows and augment our meager fuel supply.
Now, such things didn't really matter. Instead of feeling uneasy about the approaching shadows, I almost wished I'd be swallowed up by the malevolent beings I imagined hid unseen in the thick blackness.
A hoarse croak floated out of the small bedroom a few steps from the kitchen and stopped my musings. "Maria?"
"Yes, mother. I'm coming."
The dry hacking coughs that followed my mother Anna's call hurried my preparations. The pieces of silverware clattered against the chipped china bowl and plate I set on the tray and carried to her closet-sized bedroom.
For several minutes I stood mannequin-like outside the room, my heart hammering against my ribcage at the raspy sounds and the sickly scents that assaulted my senses. I sighed, struggling to cope with my mother's rapid decline. It was a burden that felt horribly heavy on my fifteen-year-old shoulders. I shifted uncertainly from foot to foot, my two-step of insecurity making the worn kitchenware clank some more.
"Honey, is that you? Come in and sit by me."
I braced myself and went to her bed. "Here, Mother. I made you some chicken soup and some tea. Better eat while it's hot."
She did her best to murmur her thanks, her words of appreciation now wrapped in hoarse whispers and phlegmy coughs that I wished I wasn't hearing.
"Sit, sit." She patted the worn chenille spread covering the small iron-framed bed in welcome.
"No, no, I don't want to shake the bed," I said. "You should eat before it gets cold."
"Cold, hot, it won't matter." She sighed and reached to reassure me when I gasped aloud. "Don't worry. I'm not giving up yet. The soup'll be just fine once it cools a little. We need to talk."
I hesitated but did as she asked and eased myself onto the lumpy mattress without jiggling the bed. She hadn't complained of any queasiness since yesterday; I hoped it stayed that way.
From my vantage point, the sharp angles that had replaced mother's once heavily padded frame were clearly noticeable. Her smile put me at ease until she leaned forward. Her jerky motion caused the necklace tucked beneath her floral patterned nightdress to spill forth.
The s-linked chain flowed out of mother's gown in a fluid motion like a golden snake, and then stopped. A low moan escaped me as I watched her skeletal fingers pull the rest of the chain into view. I glanced uneasily at the decades-old wooden amulet attached at the chain's end.
** BUY: at Smashwords for less than a cup of coffee!
(c) 2010 C. Verstraete http://candidcanine.blogspot.com
May 18, 2010
Witch hat swap
I was lucky to do a swap with Kat the Hat Lady (be sure to check out her cool hats!) - and got this neat face hat and broom. Thanks, Kat!
Giving me an idea to do a hat shop I think! (Like I don't have enough ideas to do yet? ha!) Well what's a few more, right?
* Coming up: more odd plants
May 14, 2010
Another EBook Reader: Borders jumps in with Kobo
So Borders is jumping into the ebook fray with its new e-reader KOBO, coming in June. Good news is that it will only be $150 - kind of bad news is it has no Wi-fi. You hook up to the computer to download. No big deal but does that mean you can't hook up right in a Borders? What about B&N letting you read free ebooks right in the store?
The price, though, is sounding more realistic. Eventually these things should come down enough to more reasonable levels. Then you'll start seeing used models on eBay and more clones on the market. For someone who carries a book everywhere and is used to reading books on computer, I'm intrigued. Eventually this might get to the point where almost anyone can get one.
* Your thoughts?
* Kobo details on PC World.
* Sample/BUY my NEW ebook: Motherly Love (you may have to sign in).
Another EBook Reader: Borders jumps in with Kobo
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May 12, 2010
Almost 100 followers! Win a "Little" Something!
Since I'm nearing 100 followers, I guess I'll have a contest.
** Follow me and comment ON THIS POST about a book you're reading, share a line from your latest work in progress, or tell us about your latest mini. Make sure I have a way to contact you via blog, group or email.
* One winner will get a few mini books, journal, and a pencil.
* The 100th winner will receive a mini plant and book set. Yes all prizes are minis. Or if you prefer, I'll send you a (real) paperback mystery to read from my collection in good but used condition. * The 125th person will win a set of mini books and bookends.
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** Follow me and comment ON THIS POST about a book you're reading, share a line from your latest work in progress, or tell us about your latest mini. Make sure I have a way to contact you via blog, group or email.
* One winner will get a few mini books, journal, and a pencil.
* The 100th winner will receive a mini plant and book set. Yes all prizes are minis. Or if you prefer, I'll send you a (real) paperback mystery to read from my collection in good but used condition. * The 125th person will win a set of mini books and bookends.
NOTE: Message will show up later; I approve them manually.
May 10, 2010
Miniatures Monday: Make a Note of It
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