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Price Drops and Review Copies (2 More Read Tuesday Opportunities)

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READ TUESDAY

Read Tuesday is a Black Friday type of event just for book lovers.

In 2014, Read Tuesday falls on Tuesday, December 9.

It’s a great opportunity to gift e-books or stock up on good reading.

It’s also a great opportunity for authors to stimulate 4th quarter sales.

We’re adding two news promotions to Read Tuesday:

  • simple price drops on Kindle (as opposed to Countdown Deals)—see below for more details
  • review copies to be given away (last year, we had some traditionally published authors interested in this)

Here are ways that readers can save big on Read Tuesday:

  • Participating Kindle Countdown Deals, price drops,  and FREE e-books will make for great e-books to gift.
  • Participating Smashwords discount codes will also make for great e-books to gift.
  • Participating Kindle MatchBook offers will have FREE Kindle prices—so you can give the paperback as a gift and keep the Kindle e-book for…

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Lay Your Head Under the Tree of Awe; Two Poems by Rumi

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The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

From Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks

 

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Shadow and Light Source Both

How does a part of the world leave the world?
How does wetness leave water? Don’t try to
put out fire by throwing on more fire! Don’t
wash a wound with blood. No matter how fast
you run, your shadow keeps up. Sometimes it’s
in front! Only full overhead sun diminishes
your shadow. But that shadow has been serving
you. What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is
your candle. Your boundaries are your quest.

I could explain this, but it will break the
glass cover on your heart, and there’s no
fixing that. You must have shadow and light
source both. Listen, and lay your head under
the tree of awe. When from that tree feathers
and wings sprout on you, be quieter than
a dove. Don’t even open your mouth for even a coo.

From Soul of Rumi by Coleman Barks

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Whip It – WIPpet Good … and a Request!

I always want to belt out Devo on Wednesdays, for some reason. Before I get into the work in progress snippet (WIPpet), I have a request to make. I’m trying to get a couple of my short story collections free on Amazon (US, UK, CA, etc.). In order for Amazon to do that, I need different people to report that there’s a lower price on the collections elsewhere. So what you would do is visit the link associated with your country:

The Ruling Elite and Other Stories

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NBLUWA8

http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00NBLUWA8

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00NBLUWA8

http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00NBLUWA8

and scroll down to the PRODUCT DETAILS section. If you are logged in, you should see an option that says, “tell us about a lower price.” Click it and fill out the short form. You will need a link for the free copy, which is here: https://itunes.apple.com/ie/book/ruling-elite-other-stories/id909160062?mt=11 or http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-ruling-elite-and-other-stories-xina-marie-uhl/1120171102?ean=2940046102932

I also have a need for the same to be done for this collection (US is already done):

A Fairy Tail and Out of the Bag

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fairy-Tail-Out-Bag-ebook/dp/B00KF4KWJK/

http://www.amazon.ca/Fairy-Tail-Out-Bag-ebook/dp/B00KF4KWJK/

http://www.amazon.com.au/Fairy-Tail-Out-Bag-ebook/dp/B00KF4KWJK/

It is FREE over here: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-fairy-tail-and-out-of-the-bag-xina-marie-uhl/1119478347?ean=2940045937207 and https://itunes.apple.com/ie/book/a-fairy-tail-and-out-of-the-bag/id878181819?mt=11

Hugs, kisses, and big, giant THANKS for helping me out!

Now, to my WIPpet. It is a short 10 sentences (for the 10th day of September) of The King’s Champion. Young Lance is training to be a member of the prince’s guard.

One morning, Uffen, who had the annoying habit of bursting into cheerful song at the crack of dawn, bounded up while I lay on my cot rubbing sleep out of my eyes.

            “We’re having a war!”

            Fear squeezed my stomach. I sat straight up. “The king has declared it?”

            “No, you dolt. A practice war. Many of the city guards will join us.”

            “Not to mention the prince,” Shar commented. He was standing in front of the open door, scratching his crotch.

Come join the fun, started by K.L. Schwengel, by clicking below to read more excerpts from works in progress, or if you’re feeling REALLY daring, post your own:

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Action on the Training Field

Who’s having a good week? I am, and I hope that you are, too! I’ve been making my way through Rayne Hall’s Twitter for Writers and really enjoying myself as I dip my toes back into those fast-moving social media waters. I actually have a strategy this time around which is good because Twitter is all too easy to spend hours and hours on each day.

Today I am posting from my YA epic fantasy novel The King’s Champion. Here, bumbling young Lance, newly arrived in the city from the countryside, tries out his grandfather’s sword. In true WIPpet (work in progress snippet) fashion I have added up a bunch of numbers related to the date to figure out how many paragraphs to post: 9+3 (month and day) +1 + 4 (last two digits of the year) = 17. Don’t worry, though, most of the paragraphs are not very long at all.

As always, I am embarrassingly grateful for constructive criticism and comments.

The sounds of sword fighting wakened me early the next morning. Staggering upright, I dressed, splashed water on my face, and went outside the barrack, yawning.

Carter and the others from yesterday stood on the training field in front of the barrack, fighting each other in groups of two. Carter shouted a suggestion here, an encouragement there, in a loud voice. He glanced over and saw me.

“Boy!” he boomed. “Do you want to try out that half-wrecked twig of a sword I saw you with yesterday?”

“Yes, sir!” I cried, my heart leaping in anticipation.

I ran inside, threw on my boots, and grabbed my sword. Outside, Carter broke up the duo fighting nearest him.

“Kenton, go a round with young Lance, here,” he told one a squat, dark-skinned man nearby.

Kenton looked at me and grinned, revealing a broken front tooth filed to a point like a spike.

I took up a stance in front of Kenton. He scarcely gave me a moment to center myself before he rushed at me, howling. I let out a surprised cry as he launched a stroke designed to chop off my head. Survival instincts flaring, I ducked and elbowed him in the gut. Skittering backwards, I let fly with a wild chop that sliced clean through a hank of Kenton’s thick dark hair. The men standing around us fell abruptly silent.

Kenton froze, then put a hand to his hair in dull surprise. He turned to me with a snarl of rage.

“I will chop you up into little pieces for that, boy.”

A wild exhilaration filled me. “Try and I’ll trim your whole head!”

Kenton gave another roar and unleashed a vicious round of blows at me. I fended them off with limited success, catching a jab in the ribs, a slap on the arm and a ringing swipe to the head. I managed to get in a good swat to his right side, unbalancing him. Backing up quickly, I found myself near the barrack wall. Shaddai! I took a few steps forward, trying to reposition myself.

Kenton snorted like a mad bull and pawed the earth. Lowering his head, he ran at me, powerful legs pumping his body forward with tremendous speed. I believe he intended to hit me in the stomach and knock the wind out of me. That might have worked if I hadn’t twisted aside at the last instant. Kenton hit the barrack wall head on. He sprawled on the ground, semi-conscious.

The others surrounded me, laughing and patting me on the back. Carter came up also, grinning.

“Good job, lad.”

I looked worriedly at Kenton’s inert figure. “Is he–?”

“Oh, don’t worry about him. Marl, Uffen, haul Kenton over to the doctor. He’ll be all right. He’s strange about his hair, that’s all.”

Come join the fun, started by K.L. Schwengel, by clicking below to read more excerpts from works in progress, or if you’re feeling REALLY daring, post your own: