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Say Hello to Internet Streams (Pt 1)
Say Hello to Internet Streams (Pt 1)
Where are you going and where have you been?
Even before making their first dollar online, bright online content developers need to understand what it takes to see their dreams through to reality. People like me know more than they can do and do as much as they can. I have been known to mix things up.
This year there is change in my approach, call it a maturing of the procedure. You and I are expecting to see some good things from Powerfitz Publishing and the content that will be produced in 2010. As a writer I am becoming more aware how valuable each word can be, that is why I am building my very own base of content to market rather than selling it away for practically nothing. “Learn how I made the switch.”
Every write needs to look at where they stand against someone like me, I’m poised to make a name for myself and the only things I had when I started was a computer and the internet. If you can write you can make money online. Work for someone else and it’s a job. Work for yourself and you have the possibility of making it very big indeed.
Here’s a little secret that’s not really a secret…
“Content Marketing is what everyone wants right now, and search engines are rewarding streams of original content with the best search results.” They might call it a band wagon but I call it band width and with the recent introductions of both Amazon Kindle and now the iPad from Steve Jobs and Apple, The writing for money online trend is moving in a direction that benefits writers and authors and readers alike. The demand for original content to fill the huge amounts of Kindle and Ipad disk space is creating new business models from which to earn an income.
If you are not sure which direction to take your content management, consider keeping it all for yourself and making money from it? The smartest authors are building a private library of “on demand” content that people can come and grab whenever they like. Fans and followers from Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn allow authors and readers to connect.
A business model of content management based on the theory that as the internet evolves into “streams”, a business must have “content” first. Take in account that to build a stream with followers takes on average a year or more before any revenue can even begin to be created.
“How far behind are you willing to get?”
The Year of the Author
This year is turning out to be just like they said it would. Literary agents, publishers, and even authors have noticed that wherever they look, there is a new writer working or an experienced author writing more. Connect this trend with the explosion of social media and an American economic slump, there are more writers working from home offices than ever before.
Just ask Nathan Bransford what is different this year than past years, and he’ll tell you that there are more queries being sent into publishers and agents than ever before. The reason is simple and it gives authors hope that if it continues they can make a good living creating stories and taking notes of facts about what people on the internet are looking for. Content is King and content marketing is the prince that will carry on the lineage of quality writing pays when it is produced “on demand” and has a following ready to read and rate it’s quality. The signs were there all year long, National Writing Month set the ball in motion, and now the best time to prepare a great work of fiction for the internet is right now.
If you’re a writer but you are a new writer I can tell you that I know you, you and me are alike. I am a writer who started writing because my reality changed and I agreed to change with it. I am not just another sheep in the crowd though, I am the black sheep. “Here’s how I plan on getting myself heard through all the baaaaing.”
#1 Write More (How to, Revenue Share, Website content, tagging, categorizing, novels, links, blog)
#2 Social More
Facebook
Twitter
Website
New options
#3 Bookmark More (Social Marker)
#4 Talk More (Blog Radio)
#5 Record More (NHRA, New Fiction)
#6 Organize More (Calendar, Schedules, Meetings)
These are all difficult and time consuming tasks. Each one has it’s rewards and by following along a schedule of activity that is effective, you can become as good as you want to be, or purport to be, or are. The internet has not offered more opportunity to the lowly writer than right now. I am leading the way with my marketing as I get the content rolling out that will make the most residual income over the long haul.
Royalties will allow me to pursue the rest of my dreams, and writing about what I dream about is a great place to start earning money from the things I love to do.
– FD Walsh
Writing for your own Pleasure
“I’m going to go broke before I make anything of myself, I swear.”
There’s truth to that statement, maybe more truth than I can admit. Writing for money online had been my goal and now that I know exactly how to make money online with my writing I decide that I want to go in another direction, going for broke is a career choice for me. An internet author with exceptional skills is what the viewers want, and they’ll come back to user friendly, web browser books if you interact with them on multiple levels.
If you can stand on top of a round inflated ball without falling off then I would say that you can manage to find a way to make money on your computer. The ball you are standing on is the internet, the the motion you feel under your feet is the ever changing orb that pulses and breathes new content. “It eats old content and takes in the new creative works of people like me, arranging it in order of care.
“How much do you care about your work online?”
I spend a little too much time some would say, collecting and spitting back all my thoughts on this screen. My wife says that if I don’t begin to write articles that pay I might just find myself out on the street. “Good, then I would have to work even harder during that time you say I’m not working. These efforts will result in a following that looks to me for what I have, “The stories” I tell are getting more interesting with each new chapter and more people are looking to me to give them the ending of what I have started. The ending of this story might just be the beginning of something really big, and life changing. The ending must be delivered when the fire is hot, but not before I can cool down enough to expect that once it is reported the beginning will start to emerge. When CARNE VALE is finished, the real work begins.
January 30th is almost here. I know what that means to me but not quite sure how that relates to you, my reader. I want you to know that what I write about has a lot to do with things I have seen and heard and been a part of. I can;t just make up the real parts of an otherwise unreal story. How would I go about describing the places and people I never met? You can find something of me inside me books but the story is not real. Rick Waters is not me, he is how do you say…. “A real man trapped in a fake story”, I’m a fake man trapped in a real story.. “Or some would say.”
“Phil and his daughter, they live somewhere around San Fransisco, have been separated by schizophrenia. Phil doesn’t much care how he spends his time, he has no insight she says.” Phil’s daughter tries to understand Phil, but can’t because she has too much insight. “I’d rather be the blind man in the way of flaming arrows if I could not get away, than a smart man who sees and plans and then dies.”
SO I write for my own pleasure. I talk with my fingers and my computer talks to your brain with the marks it leaves behind when you find something I created. I must write because now I know how to make money and if I don’t then I really be that guy she tells me I am, but I’m not, “I’ll do it my way thank you very much”.
Novelists
I’m scouring the internet for news on the publishing world. What was common place just five years ago is now taboo. It seems that one good thing that came out of the economic down turn is there were more new novelists born in 2009 than any other year on record. Now that the books that were written last year, including the thousands of titles written in November for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).
The changes don’t stop there. “Publishing is not the same”.
Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Walden Books are just a few of the big names in book selling. They were supplied by publishers from around the world, new authors fell under the spell of their first literary agent, the manuscript was sold and printed and available from these mega book dealers.
Today the landscape has changed for publishers, retailers, wholesalers, and writers. “Writers have more options than ever before to bring a book to market.” They have those choices because the consumer is changing their buying habits when it comes to the purchase of original works, books that is. The consumer is driving more content into digital format because it is cheaper to buy, easier to buy, comes from one platform, and an impulse to buy makes it more profitable for the writers who self publish. There are more pay to edit publishers than ever before and the numbers of new release titles will skyrocket for the foreseeable future.
My own first work is available to be read (at least a good portion of it) right from its fan page on Facebook. “Marketing has come to the author in a big way.”
Before the internet, at least before amazon, writer’s who have to go from bookstore to bookstore pushing their words. Conventions and speaking engagements gave writer’s a place to market themselves and their books. Now, Facebook, and Twitter dominate. It’s like a virtual convention whenever you turn on the computer. If you don;t have at least 50 friends to tell your story to, then you haven’t met the internet lately, and as an author, you are doing yourself a disservice. Get your name, your title, your story online and you might be able to stop worrying about what publisher is going to pick up your next work. Maybe you can do a better job of promoting yourself and your book and now you really have the tools to do just that.
“I’m not going to tell you how to use Facebook but I will tell you that you can do more with that site than make your own personal profile page. There are fan pages that you can make for each title you have, or make a collection page that people can come and follow. Pay for adverts that will bring in more followers and readers will follow that information to your point of sale.
“Now where is your point of sale?”
“Put it on your own website and sell it to your network.” Do it like that and you keep everything. While publishers will cut you a royalty percentage, imagine if you could market yourself well enough to drive traffic into your own site, sell the digital copy through email or digital reading script, .pdf, or bound and covered through the mail. You get the best returns but you have to be the one driving sales.
“You can have your cake and eat it to with the right combination of virtual publishing and marketing combined with in store sales of your titles in bookstores like Barnes & Noble, Amazon.com, and the other popular book stores. Online and off, you can get a bigger return on investment when you do as much of the work yourself. It ensures you of the best percentages, you get to keep the most rights to your works, and you will be able to see a future in royalties with the digital text industry booming into 2015.
So, write a damn book if you’re out of work. Publish it yourself if you’re so inclined. Get the story down on paper and then turn it digital to take your earnings into the future with every new title you write.
01/08/10 “Publishing will never be the same.”
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Carne Vale – Flesh Farewell Chapter 2
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Rick Waters left town with a carnival to escape the sentence handed down on his twenty first birthday by a judge in Palmer. He was going to be free, but at what cost.
Chapter Two
The road from the courthouse to Ludlow was ten miles long and followed the Chicopee River West. It crosses water three times on its way towards Rick’s home and the first bridge was just a mile down the road from the courtroom in Three Rivers.
Rick stopped to look over the edge. Below, the Quabog river meets up with the Swift and Ware, spilling together into the Chicopee behind the Tampax factory that many of the villagers relied on for a living. Below the bridge the waters of the Quabog were low and you could see much of the limestone riverbed that would contain the waters when they were high. There is no dam here, and the rivers cut holes and pockets into the stone as it pools above the flat surface of the limestone.
Trees cling to the sides of the river bank precariously situated in between the river and the village’s buildings. Here, three rivers converge into one, on their way to Long Island Sound by way of the Connecticut River. The rivers were low because the winter had been warm. Each day the sun had come up and melted what ice had formed at the edge of the river at night and now it was gone. With the sun beginning to wane in the sky Rick realized that unless he got moving he would still be on the road after dark. He began to walk West, not wanting to stay at the edge of the railing for much longer unless to test his own will to continue now that his future was out of his control.
The youngest of four, Rick had inherited the best of both parents, one Irish and one French. His baby face was handsome and his thick black hair was unruly, like him. His eyes were blue and gray. Some days they were the deepest blue and on others they were a pale, slate gray. He had known that his eyes were special, they had captivated people in the past. Strangers would stop and say the nicest things or look deeply into them and smile.
His parents were each born into large families that had overcome the ravages of depression to achieve the new American dream. Irish, Portuguese, and Polish families moved to Ludlow to begin their own American dream and Rick’s dad brought his young family to Ludlow for its schools and clean neighborhoods. When Rick was three his died in a car accident and as he grew up from child to boy he couldn’t stop thinking about how different his life would be if only his father were still alive.
There had been a long list of counselors to get over the loss, or to get over drinking. His past was littered with appointments made and missed. The state had ordered his attendance at various group meetings to learn about his behavior and how it was affecting his life. The whole idea was to give a drunk something to do so he doesn’t drink, right? After all, how good can it be for a guy to continuously talk about something in order not do it? It eludes me how that’s supposed to work.
In the meetings he had attended in the past Rick would describe his past as if it were someone else.
“I have love in my life.”
“I love ice cream, that’s a love.”
“I love my dog more than I do ice cream, there’s emotion involved.”
“I sometimes have no idea what love is all about.”
“I heard it at home but didn’t quite believe it.”
“I love you.”
“Your mother screwed us all.” My oldest brother would say. he stopped loving too. He stopped so hard that he fell into depression and desperation and sorrow. He was, after all, only 12. He was in the car the night his father died, “Wasn’t he?” You would have to ask him yourself if you can find him.
“Your mother is your Mother.” That’s my other brother, the middle child. Just enough opinion to hurt himself with his own words. The middle child goes unreported, undiscovered. This son made it. Made it through his life not without trouble, strife, fights, obscene drunkenness, but without the legal issues which can takes days, months, and years from those who do it differently.
“You just leave your mother out of this.” There she is, the oldest child and only daughter. I do not care if you eat green eggs and ham, I just don’t give a damn. She was lucky to be the first to leave the house. Ten years my senior, There’s not much interaction, attraction, or loss. The opinion I have today is that she could have done better. On the inside.
No matter where we were there was loss for me. The days of my youth were appropriately filled with enough joy to consider it a happy childhood, but life is only as good as we believe it is and for me life was just a procession of days and nights and months and years where I wished for a moment that he was there. I had dreams and visions and pain that would fall upon me and push away my love. Push it back to a place where it became lust, where it became desire. My desire to never want to love again was strong.
My life as a teenager was spent doing what I wanted to do. By now, the home that I shared with my mother and my brother was more a hotel than a home. The rarity of having the three of us together at once inside the walls was staggering. While mom worked and my brother had his friends, I had mine. In the neighborhood, exploring around town, starting trouble with a neighbor or something like that, in a place where everyone knew your name I was nameless and the days progressed. I believe something was happening inside of me, or something was not happening inside of me. I learned to care less than I should. I let the lack of caring take me down paths I should not have gone. I could have been the best at something early on in life but I was not.
I was sixteen and on my way to Texas for the second time. It had been decided that a trip to Texas would fix all the problems I was dealing with at home. My grades were a mess. Summer school in Houston was supposed to fix me up and get me back on track. But my body was searching for my first experience, and during that summer I got exactly what I wanted.
It was a great summer for most of the time I was in Houston. I did exactly what I wanted to do outside of attending and passing the summer school program at Cy Creek. I did what was expected of me and I did more than that. That was the summer of my first sexual encounters with a woman. She had platinum hair and a funny smile and she let me in. She let me in whenever I could. She let me whenever I should not. She let me in and let me in and never thought about the day I would leave. Until it was close and the questions about what we were supposed to do were real. Now she says she’s pregnant. Now she wants me more than ever before and I’m not sure what to want. My love was not for her but for the experience. I wanted to stay. I ran away and stayed in an abandoned house just wanting to stay. I did not stay though, and she was not pregnant. I was found and shipped home early. Love eluded for the first time.
Back home things quickly became usual again. By now it was just me and mom in the house. I was happy for that adjustment and I do not know if it happened before, or after I came home from Texas, but now that Brennan had been married and moved out, I began to notice that there was more that I wanted and had no plan to achieve than I ever realized before. Now was the time I should have been working on getting ahead, but I decided to stay the same. Just wanting something I could not have. My love deluded me.
I stopped caring again. It was easy to do. The things that should come naturally did not. Jobs, independence, friends, they all belonged to someone else. I worked and got fired for lack of caring, or lack of attendance. My first attempt at getting my driver’s license I went the wrong way into the DMV parking and failed. These were the years that my path led me the most. But now I see it was me. I kept myself from achieving by not caring enough to succeed, to persevere. I had a crutch and I was using it on the inside. Whenever I could I would smoke to get high, drink to get drunk, and if I could do it with a friend I was satisfied. I had given enough already, and I just wanted to do what I wanted to do.
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The Flesh Farewell Trilogy Began 11/01/09
November was National Novel Writing Month and the folks at Nanowrimo attracted more novelists than ever before, Powerfitz author FD Walsh included. Carne Vale – Flesh Farewell was created during the competition and since winning the event held at Nanowrimo, Powerfitz Publishing has been hard at work inserting chapters from the book on the web for free. To read Carne Vale – Flesh Farewell, Book #1 on Facebook
A Flesh Farewell Trilogy
The author extends an invitation to read the first in a trilogy of Flesh Farewell fictional works from the new breakthrough writer Damian Walsh.
The virgin release of “Carne Vale” has been released on facebook to fans of fictional suspense and thrills. The first book comes out of the heart of New England, in the spring of life Rick Waters is heading for a fate much like his oldest brother Paul.
Rick Waters left town with a carnival to escape the sentence handed down on his twenty first birthday by a judge in Palmer. He was going to be free, but at what cost.
The district courthouse in Three Rivers, Massachusetts could be mistaken for a small Quaker church by anyone not familiar with its use. The courtroom is part of a single floor building with an entrance at each end and one entering the middle of the building off of Main St. When it was empty of defendants and police, judges and jurors, the courtroom looked like a sanctuary.
The presiding judge sits in a raised, legal pulpit, straddled by two lower tiers. On his right sat the prosecutor and on the left a witness chair. Below them, spanning the width of this legal alter, sat the clerk of courts. The defendants for the day sit in pews. Before the start of the day the clerk does a roll call of people in attendance to organize the cases and after each defendant had been ordered to comply, the clerk would call out another name until the list was finished. Halfway through the day they called out his name.
“Rick Waters”
He slid out of the pew. There was a mark on the floor where all the defendants would stand when their case was called. As he passed through the swinging door of the wooden railing that separated the courtroom from the gallery, it creaked its announcement at the arrival of the next offender. The courtroom would become quiet as each case was heard.
The judge continued flipping through his record as Rick stood in front of the altar. They were plenty of records to look through. The prosecutor’s point of view was that it was time to send Rick Waters in for some real consequences. Her recommendation was that because Mr. Waters had not completed any of his probationary duties, there was nothing keeping the court from confining him to complete the two year suspended sentence handed down ten months ago by a visiting judge.
“Your honor, Mr. Waters has been in and out of this courtroom on misdemeanor charges involving alcohol since he was approximately sixteen.” “His non compliance with the terms of his probation gives us no other option but to confine him for the remainder of his sentence up to and until he completes the terms of his confinement or he completes a program of alcohol and life skills while incarcerated.”
After the prosecutor finished with her recommendation the judge spoke. He looked up from the files in front of him and into the eyes of the defendant to make sure that he understood what was happening and why he was here.
“I am revoking your probation Mr. Waters.” “Due to your inability to meet the demands of your probationary sentence, you must now submit yourself to confinement in the Hampden county jail for no less than six months and no more than twenty four months.” “That period of confinement begins the thirtieth of January and will continue at the jail on York St. until you complete your sentence in full or are released after successfully finishing the program of life skills and alcohol abuse counseling inside of York St.”
“Mr. Waters I recommend that you get your things in order.” “You have five days until your sentence begins, don’t do anything stupid before then.” The gavel sounded and it was then that suddenly, magically, his public defender appear, if only to usher him toward the probation office.
“You’re lucky, usually they just remand people right off to jail.” “Make sure to check with the probation office and pay your fee before you go.” “And I don’t have to tell you what will happen if you don’t show up in five days kid…”
As soon as he walked out of the courthou se Rick knew it was time to get out of town or he’d spend his twenty first birthday in jail and his twenty second too.
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