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See this? This is exactly what it looks like. This is my very first published original short story. I can officially say that I am a published author! 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B077X2L2B7

It’s just a short one to begin with, but I can’t wait to get working on more, and possibly some longer stories too. It’s been incredible to put together, and a huge thank you owed to @aussieforgood and @alexiablackbriar13 for their help with editing this into a masterpiece.

Summary below:

Emily lives a simple life. She’s close with her sister, she goes to work, and after a monumental setback she’s finally getting herself back out there.

Then she meets Simon, and things start to make sense again. Simon’s handsome, sweet, and everything she could want in a man, but everyone she meets thinks its a mistake for her to see him.

Who is Simon? And what does everyone know that Emily doesn’t?

i really wanna start writing really really trope-y teen paranormal romance ebooks that are basically all the fun garbage I read in high school except hella gay. I’m talking angsty vampires in high school, magical boarding schools, implausible dystopian governments taken down by teenage rebels, the whole nine fuckin rainbow splattered yards. don’t even get me started on the cheesy ass covers,

Help - Readers wanted!

I need some help from anyone who has an amazon account!

As you may remember, I recently published my first short story (Rewritten) on kindle. It was based on one of my favourite Olicity AU’s I’ve written.

Understandably, not everyone has the kindle reader which is why I’d like to offer the following:

If anyone would like to read it, please message me - I’d like to offer anyone a chance to read it through the original googledocs link for free, if you wouldn’t mind please leaving a review on the amazon page after to help boost the page.

No payment is required, other than a small portion of your time :)

If anyone is interested please please please, message me! I’d be so grateful! 

Reading about Louisa May Alcott’s different pseudonyms for each genre she wrote for, I have reached the inescapable conclusion that if she were alive today she would also be publishing kindle dinosaur erotica.

snape haters!

i got a gr8 fanfic for you, it’s pretty long but worth it! sorry, it does include good!Snape unfortunately. and bully!James. other than that, i highly recommend it.

You can find it on Amazon, eBay, Barnes & Noble, or Kindle (the author actually published a fanfiction!) but I doubt you’ve read it before. More info:

Title: Harry Potter

Words: 76,944, Chapters: 198/198, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: PG

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Harry, Hermione, Ron, Hagrid, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy.

Relationships: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger, etc.

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Amazon.com: Looking Inward: 50 Haiku for Reflection & Introspection eBook: Mallory Rowe: Kindle Store
Amazon.com: Looking Inward: 50 Haiku for Reflection & Introspection eBook: Mallory Rowe: Kindle Store

I just submitted the first draft for my second book to my publisher! You can get my first book for $0.99; just follow the link! 

Hey guys! I published my first ebook! It’s a reworking of a Sterek fic– The Other Side of the Door– (which will probably be taken off my ao3) so if you’ve read it, you don’t have to buy it unless you want to support me of course!

BUT! If you could go and leave a review and help give me a bump up the list, I’d be super grateful!

(Featuring the beautiful @theonlylivingboyinnewyork on the cover. If you figure out where the pen name is from, you get a lollipop)

‘You hate the idea of slavery. It turns your stomach.’ Damen said it, a flat statement of truth. ‘If I’d been anyone else, you would have freed me on the first night.’ He searched Laurent’s face. ‘When I argued the case for slavery in Arles you didn’t try to change my mind.’

‘It is not a subject for an exchange of ideas. There is nothing to say.’


‘There will be slaves in Akielos. We are a slave culture.’


‘I know that.’


Damen said, ‘Are pets and their contracts so different? Did Nicaise have a choice?’


‘He had the choice of the poor with no other way to survive, the choice of a child powerless to his elders, the choice of a man when his King gives him an order, which is no choice at all, and yet still more than is afforded to a slave.’

—  Pacat, C. S. (2016-02-02). Kings Rising: Book Three of the Captive Prince Trilogy (p. 218). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
I Published the NaNo-Novel That Didn’t Win

During our “Now What?” Months, we’re talking to Wrimos who’ve published their NaNoWriMo projects and asking them about the steps they took to make it happen. Today, participant Emily Nakanishi shares what she’s learned about the ups and downs of small publishing, self-publishing, and the different ways stories are meant to be told:

November of 2012 was an incredibly busy time for me. I was in my first year of college, in a creative writing class with a difficult teacher, and everything was incredibly overwhelming at the time. I wasn’t even sure that I could participate in NaNo, but I hadn’t skipped a year yet and I wasn’t about to start.

I remember that I wrote Your Heart Was a Legend in the first five or so days. I had planned to write something about growing up gay in small town America–what came out was ten thousand words of a character in love with his mostly straight best friend. It was when I finished the paragraph that would become the ending that I realized it was two in the morning, and I had a short story due in my creative writing class the next day. So I did what any exhausted college student in my situation would do–I printed off and turned in my NaNo novel.

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Amazon files for arbitration against Kindle Direct authors and publishers
Amazon has accused several book publishers, marketers and authors of using the Kindle Direct Publishing system to artificially inflate their sales numbers and..
By Sarah Buhr

I’m extremely thankful Amazon is taking steps to level the playfield for authors. For anyone to purchase fake reviews, just to artificially elevate their books to the bestseller list, is disgusting and lazy. You shouldn’t be able to throw money at what you want to achieve–you should work hard for it. Thank you, Amazon.

Countdown to Launch

After months of revising and editing, Island Fever (Jimjeran Book 1) is now “under review” at Kindle self-publishing for the next 72 hours, and then I can purchase author copies and it will go live on the Amazon site.  It will also be available as a Kindle e-book download for $2.99. (The e-book version is free if you purchase the paperback version from Amazon.)

When it goes live, I’m not sure whether I should remove the fan fic version from Tumblr & AO3.  The edited version is so much better–more realistic, more detailed, more believable… But will people feel ‘cheated’ if they discover the online version?  I freely share the genesis of the project on my dedication page– (hey, you guys are there!)  I’m not ashamed of where it began, though I admit I’d feel better if Diana Gabaldon didn’t hate fan fiction so much.  

I would never have written 120,000 words without having an audience… seriously…  ;)

Having never done this before, it’s a mystery to me!  :)  

Need Some Writing Advice?

Struggling to write dialogue? 

Wanting to broaden your writing horizons?

New to writing and want to learn the basics?

Look no further than @typedwriters

She’s accept any and all asks relating to writing and will help answer whatever questions that you have! 

She’s an incredible writer who’s working on getting some of her works published through Kindle all the while helping me with my writing. She’s also the one who got me to pursue my admiration of writing and the reason that I have this Tumblr account (both gay and writing aspect).

For real, she’s really wise and a fantastic fucking writer who’s has an immense knowledge of grammar, vocabulary, and all things related to writing!

Hit her up with any questions you’ve got!


~ She also has a youtube channel under the same name! ~

“Jaime, then? Is it Jaime?”
“No. Jaime is still in the riverlands, somewhere.”
“Somewhere?” She did not like the sound of that.
“He took Raventree and accepted Lord Blackwood’s surrender,” said her uncle, “but on his way back to Riverrun he left his tail and went off with a woman.”
“A woman?” Cersei stared at him, uncomprehending. “What woman? Why? Where did they go?”
“No one knows. We’ve had no further word of him. The woman may have been the Evenstar’s daughter, Lady Brienne.”
Her. The queen remembered the Maid of Tarth, a huge, ugly, shambling thing who dressed in man’s mail. Jaime would never abandon me for such a creature. My raven never reached him, elsewise he would have come.
—  Martin, George R. R.. A Dance with Dragons (A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 5) (p. 795). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Just in case there was any ambiguity around what Jaime did at the end of his Dance chapter? Now we can point and laugh at Cersei trying to convince herself Jaime would never abandon her. Oh, yes he would, and yes, he did.

I formally request assistance from anyone who sees this to, at the very least, reblog it so that my message could be seen.

My two amazon kindle books have been published, and I would like to get the word out so that people who may be interested will know about it. This is the best way to spread the word that I know.

Senior Year.  Alyssa Jones has been bullied throughout her life at high school. She’s black. She has an unruly afro. She’s plus-sized. She’s smart. Plenty of fodder for the popular kids to tease her about. When her senior year begins, however, she befriends new student Mark, someone who has also been an outsider. They bond and become fast friends, and Alyssa entrusts him with her greatest secret: that she is a lesbian. As the senior year progresses, things get worse for Alyssa, and she doesn’t know if she can trust Mark anymore. “Senior Year” is a heartbreaking portrait of how bullying can turn tragic and that while love may sometimes lead to redemption, it isn’t always enough to save a troubled soul.

One Out of Many:  An immortal falls in love with a human girl who has been reincarnated over and over for thousands of years.


Ratings and reviews are the only way for an undiscovered writer to get discovered, and so I implore you, if you do happen to read one or both of these books, could you please give me an honest rating?

Libraries generally will stock independently-published books if their patrons request them. If you can’t afford paperback and you don’t have a Kindle, consider submitting Battlecry to your local library’s acquisitions department. Not only will you be making books available to a much larger pool of readers, you’ll be supporting an independent author. :) You wouldn’t be taking money from me–you’ll be introducing my work to more people.

As I said in a previous post, I encourage library usage. Public libraries are a cornerstone of a civilized society and provide access to a wide variety of services and products, almost always for free. 

Battlecry by Emerald Dodge (paperback edition)

  • ISBN-10: 1732283001
  • ISBN-13: 978-1732283008

Battlecry by Emerald Dodge (ebook)

  • ASIN: B07CX3MGCS

A note about the ebook: While my paperback is published by IngramSpark, the ebook is published by Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing. A lot of libraries and retailers won’t stock through Amazon. 

Helwater.
— 

Gabaldon, Diana. The Scottish Prisoner: A Novel (Lord John Grey) (pp. 505-508). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Straw rustling under him, the ends poking through the rough ticking, prickling through his shirt. Dark air, alive around him.

Bonnie lad … 

They’d brought down the Yule log to the house that afternoon, all the household taking part, the women bundled to the eyebrows, the men ruddy, flushed with the labor, staggering, singing, dragging the monstrous log with ropes, its rough skin packed with snow, a great furrow left where it passed, the snow plowed high on either side. Willie rode atop the log, screeching with excitement, clinging to the rope. 

Once back at the house, Isobel had tried to teach him to sing “Good King Wenceslas,” but it was beyond him, and he dashed to and fro, into everything, until his grandmother declared that he would drive her to distraction and told Peggy to take him to the stable to help Jamie and Crusoe bring in the fresh-cut branches of pine and fir. 

Thrilled, Willie rode on Jamie’s saddlebow to the grove and stood obediently on a stump where Jamie had put him, safe out of the way of the axes while the boughs were cut down. Then he helped to load the greenery, clutching two or three fragrant, mangled twigs to his chest, dutifully chucking these in the general direction of the huge basket, then running back again for more, heedless of where his burden actually landed. 

Jamie turned over, wriggling deeper into the nest of blankets, drowsy, remembering. He’d kept it up, the wean had, back and forth, back and forth, though red in the face and panting, until he dropped the very last branch on the pile. Jamie had looked down to find Willie beaming up at him with pride, laughed, and said on impulse, “Aye, that’s a bonnie lad. Come on. Let’s go home.” 

William had fallen asleep on the ride home, his head heavy as a cannonball in its woolen cap against Jamie’s chest. Jamie had dismounted carefully, holding the child in one arm, but Willie had wakened, blinked groggily at Jamie, and said, “WEN-sess-loss,” clear as a bell, then fallen promptly back asleep. He’d waked properly by the time he was handed over to Nanny Elspeth, though, and as Jamie walked away, he had heard Willie, as he walked away, telling Nanny, “I a bonnie lad!” 

But those words came out of his dreams from somewhere else, and long ago. Had his own father said that to him once? 

He thought so, and for an instant— just an instant— was with his father and his brother, Willie, excited beyond bearing, holding the first fish he’d ever caught by himself, slimy and flapping, both of them laughing at him, with him in joy. “Bonnie lad!” 

Willie. God, Willie. I’m so glad they gave him your name. He seldom thought of his brother, but every now and then, he could feel Willie with him; sometimes his mother or his father. More often, Claire. 

I wish ye could see him, Sassenach, he thought. He’s a bonnie lad. Loud and obnoxious, he added with honesty, but bonnie. What would his own parents think of William? They had neither of them lived to see any of their children’s children. 

He lay for some time, his throat aching, listening to the dark, hearing the voices of his dead pass by in the wind. His thoughts grew vague and his grief eased, comforted by the knowledge of love, still alive in the world. Sleep came near again. 

He touched the rough crucifix that lay against his chest and whispered to the moving air, “Lord, that she might be safe, she and my children.” 

Then turned his cheek to her reaching hand and touched her through the veils of time.

This is the end of The Scottish Prisoner, and one of the reasons this is one of my favorite books. 

This scene, with Jamie trying to keep warm in the hayloft of the barn at Helwater, would have likely been in mid-December of 1760. (Lord John had attended George II’s funeral just previous to this scene and the king was buried at Westminster Abby in November 1760). 

Born in January 1758, William would have been just shy of his third birthday in December 1760, and I can imagine a chubby toddler in Jamie’s memories.

What happens to the knights of summer?

“Because it will not last,” Catelyn answered, sadly. “Because they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.” 

“Lady Catelyn, you are wrong.” Brienne regarded her with eyes as blue as her armor. “Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it’s always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.” 

Winter comes for all of us, Catelyn thought. For me, it came when Ned died. It will come for you too, child, and sooner than you like. She did not have the heart to say it.

Martin, George R. R.. A Clash of Kings (A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 2) (p. 264). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Short version: Brienne’s arc in Feast (and beyond) is an illustration of the folly of this idea of “always summer in the songs.” 

Fast-forward to Brienne’s last chapter in Feast, when she wakes up in a cave.

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