Celebrating Independent Authors
Ah, the movies. Don’t we all love them? Did you happen to catch the fine assortment of video trailers we showed during the Sunday matinees on Indies Unlimited this month? Let us know which one you liked best by voting for Trailer of the Month. Take a look and pick your favorite. No cash. No prizes. It’s all for the glory!
Check ’em out for yourself by clicking the links! The contestants this month are:
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Did you happen to catch the fine assortment of video trailers we showed during the Sunday matinees on Indies Unlimited this month? Get in on the action now, because whichever trailer wins trailer of the month could go on to winning trailer of the year, decade, or even millennium! Okay, so perhaps that’s a little overzealous. But we do have a selection of four great book trailers to choose from, so take a look and pick your favorite. No cash. No prizes. It’s all for the glory!
Check ’em out for yourself by clicking the links! The contestants this month are:
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The Dude stepped out of the saloon’s swinging doors and stopped short. “Oh, Lord, here comes another one,” he muttered. Chewing on a stalk of hay, he watched with increasing disgust as a wide-eyed young woman stumbled in and out of the businesses that lined the street. She hugged a sheaf of papers, tied neatly with string, to her chest, and one fist clutched a stack of full-color brochures and business cards. The wad of advertising material increased in size with each stop, and her expression drooped at the same rate. Continue reading “The Dude”