The Publishing Journey 4.5.2019

BRIAN GAGE LANGDON NH

 

Happy Rainy Morning from Troutman, NC!

 

Yes! I am still working on the personal journal, AFTER THE ROOSTER CROWS, I talked about in my earlier posts. The one with some photography scattered throughout!

The lines are drawn on the pages!

The “This Journal Belongs to:____________________” is awaiting for YOUR name.

 

The automatic table of contents has been created and updated numerous times!

BUT FIRST-

I  give a thumbs up to  the Amazon templates you can download! That definitely has been a time saver!

Currently, I have just sent off the two prose pieces, I plan on including,  to my ol’ English teacher from High School!

Editing! Verification! Double checking! Proof reading!

I cannot stress enough the importance of the proofing!

Take it from a true human! YUP!

Just as the title page should be on the right hand side of your published manuscript so should the Table of Contents be on the  right hand side, right after the title page!

The first book I published, Where the Cows Still Play, It was on the left.

Opsee!!

Also, the first time I published it had a number of errors. I had to pull it back and fix some things and re-publish!

WHAT A PAIN!

So, if you are planning on doing your own thing!

To Self publish!

Make sure you have more than one set of eyes checking things over!!

Well I am off to figure out what I am going to use for a cover!

Have a fantastic Friday!

#winning!

Kind Regards  – K

 

 

 

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Where The Cows Still Play

ORDER K’S BOOK HERE!

Photography Copyright- Brian Gage- Langdon, NH

Do you like to Jot Your Thoughts? 3.18.19

Just like the tiny branch

Twirls on the branch above,

Often so do my thoughts.

They flip, flop, twist, turn, and often tailspin. When I journal it seems to slow my mind down. I am able to catch my breath!

You will soon be in for a treat! I’m working on a journal to publish, slight twist… I have scattered a few photographs throughout! There are 5 contributing photographers!

#winnng!

Chat soon!

Kind Regards and hugs – K

To Journal 3.5.19

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Teresa’s featured Rooster from Salem, OR!

 

 

A peek into -After the Rooster crows Journal

Soon To be released for your journal pleasure.

 

To Journal

 

Whether you journal

In the morning,

Or you journal

In the eve,

You journal to get

Your thoughts out,

Or you journal,

So that your words

Flow just right.

 

Whether you

Write a short story, haiku,

Or to make

The line rhyme,

You may journal to release

To capture a quote,

Or savior an old memory.

It does not matter why.

Always remember,

Writing in your journal,

Is personal,

And never, ever

A waste of your time.

 

  • Kallie A Knight

 

# winning 🙂

Kind Regards and sunshine – K

 

After the Rooster Crows 2.6.2019

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Good morning.

Happy Wednesday!

According to Siri, my I-phone, Troutman, NC should have a temperature 

Around 70 degrees today! yahoo!

 

Do you have a morning routine?

I do.

Start the coffee, walk the dogs, feed the fur children, Marbre’, my cat, then my beloved canines, Chief and Abby.

Pour a cup of coffee.

Pop open the computer, a fresh word doc and type or grab a pen, my journal and write.

There is something about putting pen to paper, I find calming and soothing.

Early Morning Journaling

My scrawled words

Enrich the paper

Wtih sentiments, thoughts and wishes.

From dreams, to logging life’s events.

Whether fond memories, frustration or woes.

Releasing all upon a blank sheet,

Creates an inner harmony 

 No other early morning

 Activity can beat.

Writing or typing allows me 

An opportunity to

 Makes sense of some,

Chuckle at others,

Or allows me, to set free

Any negativity from yesterday. 

A clean slate, 

Enables my heart,

My soul, my mind

To open, be trusting, 

And accept 

All the possiblities,

And potential,

Of a fresh, new day!

 

 I am thinking of creating a journal with a large variety of life’s pictures, from a group of friends photos scattered throughout. The clicks can be used for writing exercises or for the viewing pleasure of the person who still journals. What do you think?

Kind Regards and #winning – K

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Difference (a short story)

Who knows if Frank ever truly loved her for his forever, as he vowed. The answer to that question was buried along with him.

 

It was cancer, as he had foreseen. It hit him as second cancer, according to the experts. It wasn’t longer than 6 months after, his one year cancer free anniversary. Six months after he had told her he was going to die soon anyway, so he wanted his freedom. Therefore, she could start grieving him now. Just pretend I have already passed on, were his words.

 

Kate thought he was hilarious. “Since when in the last 3 years, have you not already done exactly what you wanted?”, she chuckled along with her reply. He smiled that odd secretive smile he often used when he was already living inside his own thoughts. Hugged her and walked away.

 

 

Kate knew all too well the difference between “pretend” death and the real thing. She knew when a person was gone,eventually, those 

left behind, could find solace. There was an acceptance of knowing their loved one, was no longer in pain and felt at peace.

 

When she was fifteen, her mom, lost a 3 ½ year battle against leukemia and cancer. Her father had gone to the other side after a sudden heart attack in 1998. Then bone cancer that moved upward, took her older brother in 2007, when Kate was in her early forties.

 

Often, on a bad day, she would still talk to them. Instinctively, Kate felt them as they watched over her. Angels. 

She thought of them as protective angels, 

keeping herself, her children and later her grandchildren from harm. 

Hell, her theory was 

proven when she was barely 16. One late,sunny summer afternoon, as they were cruising up the road on his dirt bike. Suddenly, she hollered into her high school boyfriend’s ear,

 YOU HAVE GOT TO PULL OVER, I HAVE TO GET OFF!

 

From nowhere, she had this desperate anxiety flood 

every nerve in her body. Panic succumbed her thoughts. The message? 

GET OFF THAT BIKE, KATE! GET OFF THAT BIKE RIGHT NOW!

 

Dave, being the loving, caring boyfriend that he was, pulled over to the side of the country road. She hopped off. He looked at her, shrugged his shoulders, gave her the, are you sure look? She nodded. They were approximately 1500 feet from the base of his parents driveway. Slowly, he pulled away.

 

Just as he turned onto the hill of the driveway, the bike’s throttle stuck, discovering the brakes were gone, he had no choice but to jump off. Somehow, the bike, remained 

perfectly upright. It gained speed up the hill, across the driveway and crashed 

full throttle into the garage doors at the other end. He could hear the high pitch wine of the engine that within seconds, sputtered and died.

 

Kate came running. Still laying on the side of the driveway, Dave looked up at her and asked, “How THE HELL, did you know?”, “I didn’t.”, she replied, still slightly out of breath. “All I knew, was for some dang reason, I just HAD to get off that friggin bike! 

 

Sitting up in the grass, he reached for her and pulled her close. She snuggled in and the two of them just sat there for an hour or more, holding each other. They quietly chatted, as young lovers do. Occasionally, one of them glanced towards the mutilated dirt bike.

That, was the day it started…  

 

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Thought I would try my hand at a short story.

In all honesty, I picked up a new journal the other day.

As I was putting away the groceries, I picked up a pen and that story wrote itself.

Some is fiction, some is not.

Kind Regards and #winning- K

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Photography, copyrighted and compliments of K of TheBlackWallBlog. 12.18