Clockwork Nessie will be back tomorrow. Today, I’m going to deviate and talk about…
Self-publishing. Duhn, duhn, duhnnnnn… (Come back! No! Wait! it’s not that bad! Really!)
Once synonymous for drivel no one else would touch, self-publishing has come a long way since the first few intrepid authors first discovered Createspace, Amazon Direct Publishing, Lulu and Smashwords, to name just a few avenues into the published world.
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! This is one of several successors to Six Sentence Sunday. I also post it as part of Snippet Sunday:
As mentioned before, I have a new release coming out around April 30th called Purely Relative (The P.U.R.E., #1.5). Weekly eights from that story between now and release date!
Setup: Gayle survived the Thanksgiving meal at Jon’s parents’ house—barely. There was a sort of unfortunate finale in the powder room caused by Gayle’s snooping in the cabinet over the toilet. To her horror, a crossword puzzle magazine fell out and into the toilet. But something slipped out of the book and fluttered to the floor—a receipt from a jewelry store. Gayle has just confessed about the puzzle book to Jon on the way home, but he’s assured her it was no big deal because the book was his. She has not mentioned the receipt to anyone.
On the other hand, if it really was his puzzle book, and the receipt fell out of it, did that mean Jon ordered the ring? OMG, OMG, OMG! I stole a glance at his expression. He didn’t have one. What a time for a poker face! Fine. I’d just have to sniff around the edges a little.
“You do crossword puzzles in your parents’ powder room?” I asked, my arms crossed.
Finally! Not a ‘poor Gayle’ moment, but it’s still a typical nosy Gayle moment.
Claire Gillian 