indie

I don__ have to convince anyone that I love you.

She had words in her heart which she released thru her fingertips.

Nowadays, the Internet decides if you're good, not the big man in the big office. No matter how important that man thinks he is, everyone else knows that he's not important anymore, and the Internet decides these things, here in the modern age.

It was the freedom to experiment that made this experiment called Freedom possible.

I'm sorry...I just don't know what's wrong with me..

...I tried to pretend that what we were enacting was nothing more than an intricate kind of handshake." ~Malcolm

It should be said that my parents had married for love. The affection and devotion they had shared was the rarest of indulgences, perhaps especially in those days. For them, it had been love at first sight, and so my mother's death shattered my father. That it only dimmed his light rather than snuffed it out altogether was a miracle in and of itself. ~The Peacemakers ~(The Nemesis Engines)

The self-addressed stamped envelope. The representation of everything that was wrong with the old publishing industry.

At the end of the day, I just want to sit with someone I love and chat about what matters and even what doesn__.

But_" yelped Twizbang, __reydor will eat us!

You won't find the tales I bear in any books . . . My tales are from the Moon Realm._ __bb Autumn

Odd names: Winter, Autumn__hey almost sound as if someone just made them up._ __ubb

Some people are just sad when there aren't talking squirrels._ __ily Winter

Tavin cupped his hands to his mouth. __ere, dragon-dragon-dragon!_ he yelled.Lily stared in amazement. Well, that was bold, she thought, and stupid.

Try being an indie author, a minority author, a woman, and a person with health issues in the world of traditional - that's where you are clearly 'different' and marginalized. I am all of that, yet I am still here and smiling. Life is good!

I went to a foot specialist recently and she said:"You've broken a bone, it's healed funny.""What can you do?""Not much."She strapped me up though and that's the reason my foot is hurting, because the strapping gave me cramp.When I'm about to die I'm going to head ti a swamp so I topple in when the time comes. In 50,000 years when they dig me up, pretty well preserved, the scientists will have to work out what sort of life I led from my bone structure, teeth and whatnot. Maybe I'll be clutching a Felt record or something to give them a clue. They'll look at my foot and say: "This man broke a bone and it's healed funny." And they'll look at the Felt record, analysing the grooves with a Groove Analyser and they'll say: "He was obviously in an indie band and one day the pressure got too much, and he booted a wall." And they wouldn't be far from the truth, those crazy scientists.

My book sales are way down today. Also, I've received two scathing reviews. One of them calls me __ purveyor of insipid wet-dreams.

Indie publishing lets me feed my inner control freak.