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You've decided to write a book, or you have one sitting in your drawer.    You're ready to publish and get discovered.    It's as easy as clicking a button to publish on Amazon and you just have to sit back to let the royalties roll in as you rocket to best seller status and become a household name. Ah, if only it were that easy always. Writing a book is hard.    Congratulations if you've finished your first one.    If you've finished your fifth one, then you need to start building your list to 10,000 readers because you almost have enough to make a living as a writer. But if you're at the very beginning, how do you know if your story is going to hit with an audience? Turns out, there's a great way to test to see if your story idea is going to fly. There are a few simple steps to check on your idea: First, write a 10,000-25,000 word short novel in the genre where you want to be.    Got...

https://www.patreon.com/ChrisLowrybooks One Day I might I think about this sometimes.  Sharing.  What to share. How much.  Sometimes I write in the electronic post it notes on my computer instead of Word or another word processing programming. I don't remember how I got started on that habit. I would click open a note and write a little reminder, I suppose.  A precursor to my 10 ideas a day journal.  A thought would happen, and instead of hunting for one program, I'd just click and type it out. Then one of the ideas turned into a scene for a story, and that evolved to writing in a giant post it note, which I would then copy and paste over to Word. Weird, I know. On some days I would have 20 or 30 notes open at the same time. You can adjust size and dimensions, so something like a daily task list would be small. Something I had learned in a seminar or training would be a little bigger.  And some of course wou...

I think George Washington said it best. Nobody knows nothing. Or maybe that was someone else. He said Beware the Two Party System. We got one. It an't pretty. Dems hate the GOP. Republicans loathe the Left. It's an all out cultural war that won't have any winners. Which is why I made a joke about it. A big joke book about it really. Want to piss off your conservative friends?  Get the paperback of EVERYTHING TRUMP KNOWS . Got an axe to grind with the liberal agenda?  Pick up EVERYTHING LIBERALS KNOW. These two books are filled with what both types of political parties know best. Would make great white elephant Christmas gifts so order today.

RENDER – CHAPTER EIGHT He showered first. It was at the end of the hall in his dormitory building. He tried every door on the way to the end and all were locked. The water was hot and he stayed under it longer than normal. Jungle showers were under canvas buckets hung from a tree limb, lukewarm water drizzled just enough to wash off a layer of sweat. Vanlife showers were close to the same, or cold spray from public heads nailed to four by four’s cemented in the sand. This felt like a little bit of heaven. He soaped up his hair and let the suds drip down his tired body. Then he rinsed and did it again. By the time he grabbed the bar of small soap and ripped the paper off, the room was full of steam. That was okay by him. It felt like the jungle and he was surprised to consider, it felt like home. He let his mind run through random thoughts, not trying to connect dots or to decide anything, just let them flow in and out. They wanted him to wo...

RENDER – CHAPTER SEVEN Brill followed Zelda across the long expanse of the community room floor. The big man fell in step behind them, but Brill ignored him for the moment. He was a mouth breather, so any move he planned to make would be announced and noisy. Zelda had great calves. They flexed and popped in her sensible shoes. She marched in a cadence, but it wasn’t military. Like she was wound up tight and controlling each movement. She didn’t swing her hips as she marched. Each step was a minimum expenditure of effort to propel her forward at the maximum distance allowed by the skirt she had on. She opened the door and him to another building across the round drive. It was another cracker box building set up on blocks with a wide hallway that ran down the center. There were eight doors off the hallway, four to a side. She opened the second door on the right and stood back to let him in. It was a ten by twelve box. Plain white walls. Two narrow slit win...

RENDER – CHAPTER SIX The large building was a simple rectangle mounted on top of blocks. There were four wooden steps leading up to a wooden porch that ran the front of the building and the length along one side. There was one door painted red in the center of the front with a bulb mounted exactly in the middle of the frame above the door. Two windows dotted each side, with four more along the edge with the porch. Bulldog pulled to the front of the building. Tires crunched the pea gravel drive as he slowed to a stop. The red door opened and a tall women stepped in to the sun. “This is where you get off,” said Bulldog. He lifted the pistol and aimed with one hand while he unfastened the seatbelt with the other. “Get out.” Brill used his bound hands to open the door. “Be seeing you,” he said over his shoulder as he slid off the seat. He heard the safety click as his feet crunched on the ground “I better not man,” said Bulldog.  “The two of us i...