Shreveport was balmy and wet in the Spring time, it always soaked you to the bone when it was like this. Len grunted at the red light as he waited impatiently in his Jeep for it to turn to green. Market street was always busy at five pm with the rush hour craziness of people on a war path to get home.
As some of you may know I’m a bit of a writer and I want to talk about Publish America (aka PA) or America Star Books (ASB).
I was part of a writing forum called AW (Absolute Writer – still am) and the consensus there, despite PA’s claims at the time, is that PA is a pay to play publisher – more accurately it’s a vanity publisher and a bad one.
I know, that was complicated for an explanation. I keep seeing it in my minds eye. The first page a drawing of a guy (and oh my lord my google searches must be throwing red flags, be careful how you google stuff *eye roll*) has his back to a wall in a room, a child clinging to him, on his haunches, he has been injured…shot several times.
This project seems to have taken on a life of its own. Quite literally, it is screaming to be let out into the light of day like some centuries old corpse that has been waiting for its time in the lime light.
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