I had no idea money was such a big part of being an evil mastermind. I am sick and tired of all the other evil masterminds laughing at me from the safe seclusion of their island lairs while I blog from between two dumpsters. I need parts for my laser death ray, and the distributor doesn’t accept the Discover card.
My first fundraising efforts involved sending the minions out to sell candy door-to-door. Mader was the only one who’d wear the Girl Scout uniform and everyone came back with no candy and no money.
But this—this is an idea too good to fail! By popular demand (meaning someone once mentioned it to me) we are now offering Indies Unlimited gear. You can choose from a whole line of fine products and show your support for Indies Unlimited.Win-win.
K. S. Brooks’Postcards from Mr. Pish, the first book in the educational children’s series featuring the friendly traveling terrier, appears in the latest issue of Conversations Magazine. A smiling Atavion Webb displays his copy of Postcards from Mr. Pish in the article “Twelve New Year’s Resolutions for Kids: Stopping the Self-Entitled Mentality.”
For unknown reasons, they rejected my suggested title, “Stopping the Self-entitled Mentality: What’s in it for You.”
For more information on Conversations Magazine, go to www.conversationsmag.com. To learn more about the Mr. Pish educational children’s books series, visit www.MrPish.com.
And hurry up about it. Mr. Pish is a dog, so every minute he has to wait for you to click is like seven minutes in dog-time.
Serendipite Studios of Mount Pleasant is one of twelve new companies in the United States selected as a finalist for the O’Reilly Publishing Startup Showcase. The competition is part of O’Reilly’s Tools of Change Publishing Conference in New York City on February 13 -15, 2012.
Frustrated with current economic models in publishing, Founder and CEO Kathy Meis started Serendipite Studios about a year ago with a mission to protect quality literature and journalism. In late December 2011, the company introduced Pappus, a revolutionary book discovery tool that enables authors and publishers to blog directly from their books and reach their readers in seconds.
“Digital books are technically giant web pages. You can do amazing things with them,” says Meis. “Our goal is to help authors and publishers engage with readers from within their books without interrupting the reading experience.” A writer herself, Meis spent a year studying the problems facing authors and readers. The biggest problem she found was discovery. Continue reading “Serendipite Studios Selected for Prestigious NYC Showcase”
Today we’re pleased to announce the winner of the 10th weekly Flash Fiction competition at Indies Unlimited.
The winning entry is rewarded with a special feature here today and a place in our collection of winners which will be published as an e-book at year end.
A total of 115 votes were cast in the contest this week. The winner (with 27% of those votes) is: Contestant #11– Teirrah McNair.
Congratulations to Teirrah, and thanks to everyone who participated – excellent entries! Now, without further ado, (cue symphony) here’s the winning entry:
Photo by K.S. Brooks
Dead Stop
by Teirrah McNair
Ingrid held onto the bell for dear life. She came from a long line of Train Bell Aids and the 4003 was her first outing. For as long as she could remember Ingrid had heard stories of her ancestors rising above their lot and doing great things.
“Not just any ole mosquito can do what we do,” the old ones would say.
“Stick your belly out with pride. Hold your antennae high. You’re a Train Bell Aid, a TBA and that’s some kind of special.”
Ingrid could barely sleep that day and hurriedly got her a little bite before getting in gear. She knew timing was everything.
She perked up her antennae to make sure she was pumped to land on that 4003 bell rod right before it hit that final turn. Somehow in her little heart she knew she could guide that locomotive into the station safely.
The tracks vibrated. The scent was right and Ingrid soared upward and circled twice just like she practiced. She smooth landed on the rod and tapped that bell with her antennae. The bell rod was scorching hot and Ingrid’s body bristled, but nothing could stop her from riding the 4003 in. It was her destiny.
Ingrid held onto the bell for dear life. She braced herself as the bell began to ring furiously, slinging her from side to side, then flipping her onto that hot rod as the 4003 skidded to a clean stop.
Battered but beaming with pride, Ingrid shivered hungrily.
