Here is a story that will BLOW YOU MIND!
Originally posted by a Blogger & DA friend, KKart, ( Deviant Art News ) this letter just defies logic and common sense.
This person stole images from someone else's site, and when that person closed his site, this person threatens to take legal action for removal of these images, which he has been using for business purposes.
Read the full article here - Kottke
Wow! What is wrong with people? The Internet is not yours for the taking!
This really gives food for thought to those of us with books, etc. online...
And since I am also a professional photographer, this really freaks me out...
What do you think?????
Monday, June 15, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Feature Opportunities for Authors & Writers
Spunk On A Stick's Tips offers several opportunities for authors & writers to feature their work.
Author, Editor & Writer Guest Spots
I love to feature other authors and this takes place on Mondays. I prefer guest posts to interviews, although I may throw a couple questions your direction. Website links and images are welcome with your guest post, which should be between 400 -700 words in length. If you would like to be featured, feel free to suggest a topic that relates to publishing or promoting!
Book Reviews
Sorry, folks, I just don't have the time! I am also an author and between writing, editing, speaking, and promoting, I do not have enough hours in the day to devote to book reviews.
Other Options
Have a suggestion? Contact me with your idea!
wolferock at earthlink.net
Thanks!
Author, Editor & Writer Guest Spots
I love to feature other authors and this takes place on Mondays. I prefer guest posts to interviews, although I may throw a couple questions your direction. Website links and images are welcome with your guest post, which should be between 400 -700 words in length. If you would like to be featured, feel free to suggest a topic that relates to publishing or promoting!
Book Reviews
Sorry, folks, I just don't have the time! I am also an author and between writing, editing, speaking, and promoting, I do not have enough hours in the day to devote to book reviews.
Other Options
Have a suggestion? Contact me with your idea!
wolferock at earthlink.net
Thanks!
Friday, June 12, 2009
And Now For Something Completely Different...
"Hello, Mrs. Gorilla."
"Hello, Mrs. Non-Gorilla."
Book news and other oddities from around the web...
Book Blips! Book news, videos and blogs - definitely recommend you check out this site - Book Blips
Thanks to Blogger J. Kaye for the tip - J. Kaye’s Book Blog
From Helen Ginger, Why Write Books - Straight From Hel
Search terms that could lead to Malware... CNN
An article by Beth Groundwater on using Goodreads effectively - Murder Must Advertise
No more analog TV broadcasts! Did you know that the first scheduled program was broadcast in 1928????
Bookkeeping Basics for Authors at Joyce Anthony's site - Joyce Anthony
Brigitte A. Thompson will make an appearance here on July 6th!
Tonight - Game Seven of the Stanley Cup Finals - Go Pittsburgh Penguins!
And just for fun, I hosted an INSANE music trivia on my DA site - and someone got almost every question correct! The answers and that person's feature - Spunk On A Stick on DA
Did not go to the movie theatre this week, but we watched one on DVD-
Mongol - B
And for those who missed Steve's Bad Day - You Tube
"Hello, Mrs. Non-Gorilla."
Book news and other oddities from around the web...
Book Blips! Book news, videos and blogs - definitely recommend you check out this site - Book Blips
Thanks to Blogger J. Kaye for the tip - J. Kaye’s Book Blog
From Helen Ginger, Why Write Books - Straight From Hel
Search terms that could lead to Malware... CNN
An article by Beth Groundwater on using Goodreads effectively - Murder Must Advertise
No more analog TV broadcasts! Did you know that the first scheduled program was broadcast in 1928????
Bookkeeping Basics for Authors at Joyce Anthony's site - Joyce Anthony
Brigitte A. Thompson will make an appearance here on July 6th!
Tonight - Game Seven of the Stanley Cup Finals - Go Pittsburgh Penguins!
And just for fun, I hosted an INSANE music trivia on my DA site - and someone got almost every question correct! The answers and that person's feature - Spunk On A Stick on DA
Did not go to the movie theatre this week, but we watched one on DVD-
Mongol - B
And for those who missed Steve's Bad Day - You Tube
Thursday, June 11, 2009
The Thursday Excerpt
Today’s excerpt comes from a member of my writer’s club, The Writer’s Meow. “Eleven” is a WIP and was inspired by a Food Tech room! Her Deviant art name is Magical-Badger, but in the real world she goes by Rose Davis. Her DA site is Magical-Badger and this piece can be found in her gallery here Eleven
Eleven
The last rays of sunlight gave up the fight for life and sunk below the horizon, giving way to the azure shadows which snapped at its heels, eager to seep across the sky; the lily-white moon rising fast, bringing tranquillity from the storm. Wind whispered through the wailing trees, its breath forcing tiny water droplets to slide along the slippery leaves, hang tense on the brink of its smooth surface until energy unknown to it decided its fate, changing it’s colour like a chameleon from deep, iridescent green to murky grey. Below, the river sighed as its bulk swelled under the seemingly perpetual rain, the once calm bed now a churned mess of muddy brown , reflecting the pure light as smudged.
The gentle patter of water on water was interrupted as a figure burst out from the forest around the river, almost not stopping in time as her feet slithered along the saturated grass, which nearly gave way beneath her. Quickly righting herself, she shook her hair like a great black wolf, the air around her becoming hazy with the influx of liquid. A small bush baby scuttled amongst the dripping bracken, it’s vast yellow eyes mirroring two perfect images of the girl before it hurried away, as if not wanting to be seen. The inky sky wept harder as the girl tried to remember why she’d been running. Running away? In the rain? It had taken her long enough to get through the forest: she knew, given the choice, she should have stayed behind, but even with no sense of memory she knew something back there was… wrong.
As she turned, a pure swift note of metal rang out. Around her wrist was a thin silver band, adorned with a solitary tag. Something about it made her shiver, but curiosity motioned for her to look. It was inscribed only on one side, and gloomy rain made it hard to read. Squinting, she peered at it, finally reading the lone word: ‘Eleven’…
Copyright 2009 by Rose Davis
Eleven
The last rays of sunlight gave up the fight for life and sunk below the horizon, giving way to the azure shadows which snapped at its heels, eager to seep across the sky; the lily-white moon rising fast, bringing tranquillity from the storm. Wind whispered through the wailing trees, its breath forcing tiny water droplets to slide along the slippery leaves, hang tense on the brink of its smooth surface until energy unknown to it decided its fate, changing it’s colour like a chameleon from deep, iridescent green to murky grey. Below, the river sighed as its bulk swelled under the seemingly perpetual rain, the once calm bed now a churned mess of muddy brown , reflecting the pure light as smudged.
The gentle patter of water on water was interrupted as a figure burst out from the forest around the river, almost not stopping in time as her feet slithered along the saturated grass, which nearly gave way beneath her. Quickly righting herself, she shook her hair like a great black wolf, the air around her becoming hazy with the influx of liquid. A small bush baby scuttled amongst the dripping bracken, it’s vast yellow eyes mirroring two perfect images of the girl before it hurried away, as if not wanting to be seen. The inky sky wept harder as the girl tried to remember why she’d been running. Running away? In the rain? It had taken her long enough to get through the forest: she knew, given the choice, she should have stayed behind, but even with no sense of memory she knew something back there was… wrong.
As she turned, a pure swift note of metal rang out. Around her wrist was a thin silver band, adorned with a solitary tag. Something about it made her shiver, but curiosity motioned for her to look. It was inscribed only on one side, and gloomy rain made it hard to read. Squinting, she peered at it, finally reading the lone word: ‘Eleven’…
Copyright 2009 by Rose Davis
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