To anyone with an Internet connection and a love of literature, it’s obvious that self-publishing is the future of the book industry.
You know what I always wanted to be, ever since I was a kid? A storyteller. Not just a writer, but a teller of stories.
Last year, 1.5 million words or so hit the market with my name on them. This year, the same thing happened.
Our little party of travelers awakened the next morning refreshed and full of hope, and Dorothy breakfasted like a princess off peaches and plums from the trees beside the river.
When Dorothy awoke the sun was shining through the trees and Toto had long been out chasing birds around him and squirrels. She sat up and looked around her. Scarecrow, still standing patiently in his corner, waiting for her.