It has been a long week here, but I finally finished the Earth’s Survivors Special Edition and got it published.
I did some work through the week on Billy Jingo and the first Dreamers book too.
I got some feedback on the books being available only on Amazon now. Why did I stop dealing with the other vendor, what about other outlets. I can only say that an Author, and Indie Author as I am, makes it or doesn’t make it, by fans, sales and word of mouth. I got more email about why I was not concentrating on Amazon than anything else. People, readers, like Amazon. I have to react to that or get left behind. Maybe there are some reasons, besides the obvious, that fans would not want to buy through some other vendor. Not big enough? Perceived quality? At Amazon you can read the book instantly. You can also join the Select program and read any book for free. That’s a pretty big deal. After I made the switch sales have been better, and more importantly the readers are happier and the emails reflect that. I have no intention of changing anything back. No, I can not quit my day job yet.. Oh, wait, this is my day job!
So, let me stop sounding like an Amazon commercial. Let me give you some news and links….
Press release links…
Earth’s Survivors Special Edition Released through Amazon
Feb 25, 2013
This is a special release that contains the entire text of the first and second Earth’s Survivors books. It also includes chapter illustrations and a complete main character bibliography. Available in both Digital and trade Paperback formats.
Earth’s Survivors Two Released On Amazon
Feb 24, 2013
Earth’s Survivors Book Two: The Nation has Been released on Amazon. It is available both as a digital download and a Trade Paperback. This book follows the Earth;s Survivors as they struggle to survive. Fighting the Un-Dead and the Changed earth.
Earth’s Survivors Series released on Amazon
Jan 20, 2013
If society fell apart tomorrow, what would you do? Would you be able to survive? Earth’s Survivors follows a group of men and women as they struggle to survive in a vastly changed world. Book one: Apocalypse, begins the 20-book series…
Amazons Author page. You can find everything I have written there.
http://www.amazon.com/Wendell-Sweet/e/B00B6QPHNM
The Special Edition
A note about the special Edition. It was written for readers. It contains the first and second books. Character Bibliographies and other bonus material. But, it is a not a different book. It is strictly written to provide readers that want both books with both books and a little more. It’s a fan book. I was shocked to see immediate sales.
The top seller, went to #655 last weekend is Earth’s survivors Book One: Apocalypse.
Other news…
Things are good here. Dreamer’s Worlds looks good for a publication date some time in March, Billy Jingo will probably be April or may. I thought I would give you a treat this week. This is an Excerpt from Dreamer’s Worlds Book One: The Girl in the Stone. There is a free preview of that book, but you will not find this in that preview. It’s only here, only for you…
DREAMER’S WORLDS BOOK ONE: THE GIRL IN THE STONE
This Free Preview is Copyright Wendell Sweet and Geo Dell 2010 – 2013
All rights are reserved. Used with permission of the Publisher
Amazon Digital March 2013
I left the window and headed towards the kitchen. Coffee would fix me up. And if my head was clearer I was sure I could make some sense of what had happened. Like maybe how it had ha penned and why it had happened for starters. It was my first death. I had known it could happen. I had only hoped it didn’t actually kill me when or if it did happen.. That’s the fear. The panicky part of it. How do you know? If it blurred the lines so hard how could you even be sure which part was real?
For instance, I asked myself as I fixed the coffee, was this real?
That actually made me stop and look around the kitchen. Of course it was, I told myself. Two false starts would be too much One had been bad enough. This had to be real.
I snapped back and realized the tap water was overflowing the coffee carafe, turned off the water, poured out the excess and filled the reservoir on the coffee maker. My eyes traveled worriedly around the kitchen. I tapped the cheap cabinet door. Real, I decided. It wasn’t a great apartment but it wasn’t too bad. It was home, and home had been worse. I would be able to tell if this was not real, I told myself..
Sure you would, my other self mocked. The same way you could tell the Doc. wasn’t real.
That gave me pause. But the more my eyes traveled the more they saw that was familiar. I levered open the refrigerator and laughed in spite of my serious mood.. Empty… As always. A half squeeze bottle of Mustard, crusted yellow brown at the top. Attractive, Laura, I chided. I picked it up, carried it the garbage and dropped it in, promising myself as I did that I would do some grocery shopping today. Shop… Pay some bills… Normal things that normal people did every day. My life had been Bat-Shit crazy lately, and it was only just beginning. I sighed, clicked on the coffee maker, and then left the kitchen. Two minuets later I was standing in the open bathroom doorway, towel in hand, clean clothes draped over one arm, screaming at the top of my lungs.
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There was a body in my bathtub. A dead body. Bent forward… Face Floating… Long black hair pooled around the head, the face barely visible floating just under the surface. A woman… Black hair… The same jet black hair as my own…
I forced myself to stop screaming, shoved almost my entire fist into my mouth and stood as if glued to the floor in the doorway of the bathroom..
Maybe two minuets passed. Maybe four. A rapid pounding came from my front door. Neighbors, I told myself. The walls were so thin… Thank God for neighbors, especially when you had a dead person, a dead woman, in your bathtub. I backed out of the bathroom doorway, remembering not to touch anything. Too many crime dramas on T.V. , but I was pretty sure that I had never touched anything when I had come in. The doorknob, my mind supplied… And maybe the doorjamb too… All that T.V. I knew you weren’t supposed to touch anything in the crime scene.
I opened the front door and things happened fast after that.
Bear bounded past me into the apartment. Dell stepped in behind him and quickly slammed the door shut. Before the door slammed I saw a crowd of worried looking neighbors gathered in the hallway. At least they had appeared worried in the brief glimpse I had had before the closing door had shut them off. My breath caught in my throat. That seemed to be happening a lot lately.
“What,” I managed as Dell pushed by me heading for the bathroom where Bear stood, paws wide apart, staring in through the open doorway.
“Jesus, Dell. What is it,” I asked again. He said nothing but stepped past Bear into the bathroom.
“Dell… Dell there’s a dead person… Girl in there,” I said.
“I know,” he said as he stopped next to the tub. Bear moved to the tub, looked down at the woman, and then looked up at Dell. Dell shook his head and turned to me. “We have to go,” He said quietly, “Right now.”
“Go,” I asked? “Dell, that’s a real dead girl in there! We have to call the cops… We have to… I could get arrested… We could get…” He cut me off.
“I know, Laura. I know. That she’s dead is obvious. I… We, knew about it before we got here…. Laura. If you stay you’ll have more problems than the cops and being arrested.”
“What… Why,” I asked?
“Jesus,” he muttered. He took two backwards steps into the bathroom, reached down and grasped the mass pf floating black hair and pulled the woman’s face from the water and backwards.
A small blue hole rested between her eyebrows. Blood trickled from that hole and began to run down her face. “Dell,” I began, a ball of sickness once again forming in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t finish as my eyes finally locked on her face and my mind began to work again. It took a second but I realized who she was. I screamed for the second time in just a few minuets. Dell let go of her hair and her head fell back into the water with a heavy splash. His hand rose quickly and clamped across my mouth shutting off the scream… His wet hand… The same hand… My stomach heaved and I pushed past him and barely managed to get the lid up on the toilet in time. Somebody began to pound on the door once again. Loud. Insistent. Demanding even. I stood. Dried my face with the towel I had intended for my bath and then walked to the front door…
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