Secrets of How Authors Can Sell Books by the 1000s to Organizations for Incentive Programs.
Are you an assistant-to-authors or a do-it-yourself author? Do you include selling books to business organizations in your marketing program? You should.
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By getting outside of the bookstore channel, you will have the potential of selling not just one book at a time but 1000s of books at a time. You’ll want to take advantage of these powerful strategies if you are…
•An assistant-to-authors, regardless of your title: Virtual Assistant, Virtual Authors Assistant, Book Coach, Book Shepherd, Online Business Manager, Author’s Assistant
•A published author who desires to help more people through higher book sales
•A published coach, consultant, speaker or trainer who wants to catapult your reputation and open opportunities to sell other products and services
•A published author who wants to make serious money by selling books… Continue reading
There is not a person alive today who would refute the idea that in today’s fast-paced world filled with technology, having information at our finger tips is a horrible thing. Far from it, everyone uses this technology in their own daily lives for all sorts of purposes. Krauss (2012) states that this generation is creating a “culture of distraction.” Just take a look around you if you want some evidence of the truth of this statement. Having gaps in your day for thinking have been replaced by people always wanting to feel connected with others, if just indirectly.
Technology and information is a great thing to be able to easily retrieve, if we use it intelligently. What disaster recovery services do, is to back up data that may otherwise be lost or destroyed in case of a disaster. Scotten (2012) states that “any company, large or small, that’s running business-critical… Continue reading
A divorce can be a sticky situation for all involved, especially the children, which is why it is imperative to get a good divorce attorney to help make sure the divorce is finalized as quick as possible. Large custody battles and law suits can ensue. Even the simplest and easiest case can be a stressful time. Kids often become stressed and start acting out because of it. They may revert to a younger age and stop doing things that they normally know how to do on their own. They may start having night mares and experiencing phobias. Some of this can be expected since there is a lot of stress and upheaval in their lives. Many children begin to believe that the divorce is their fault and become very depressed. They may feel unloved by one or both parents. They may feel unsettled by having to live in two homes… Continue reading
It seems you have to be careful what you say when it comes to blogging about music video codes and American Idol judge, Simon Cowell. It appears one UK blogger has been given an official police caution following some of the remarks which he make about Cowell on his internet blog, and has had to issue a formal apology.
American Idol is certainly something of a hot topic amongst pop culture bloggers all over the world, but especially in the US. Cowell is famed for his blunt and critical style of judging, which have become a popular topic with online writers. Even fans of the show who might only watch occasionally, are frequently keen to hear about Cowell’s latest comments, and to share their own opinion of such remarks online. Of course, there is a fine line between such opinions and factual statements, as was discovered by one UK blogger recently.
I know this isn’t much of a confession. It’s not as if I’ve just discovered global music, he’s a drug addict, a phone sex guy, the head of a religious cult, an ex-con, or married with four kids, a wife, and a minivan in Des Moines. But he owns a lathe, and I just found out.
We just moved in with each other, you see. And, along with bashed thumbs, bruised shins, sore backs, and woefully misplaced boxes which we won’t see again until the next move, this gave us an ideal opportunity to discover all the dirty little secrets we’ve been hiding from one another in the past many months of blissful dating.
He discovered that, despite my incarceration at the University of Chicago English department and the appreciation for fine literature which it implies, my collection of the classics is substantially dwarfed by my mass of… Continue reading
I slipped my father’s aviator sunglasses onto my face under the red bandanna I had tightly strapped around my head. I sauntered through the cold storage doors to the full length mirror in his bedroom. I stared at the 12 year old facing me, complete with fishnet t-shirt and long-sleeved, red matching knit undershirt beneath, blue sweat pants with the corporate logo from my father’s company hidden beneath Bruce Jenner-style shorts. My socks were pure off-white, another product of my dad’s dresser, and the shoes: pink and purple Vans. I was a rainbow of fruit flavors. A costume designer for a John Hughes film could not have done better. It was perfect. I was perfect. I was a break dancer, and I was ready to break.
For people who live by Cliff’s Notes. A simple one-pager on who the guy was, what he did and did not do, why he is commemorated, why he wished there was an electronic cigarette in his time and a variety of quality links. Oh, and great downloadables of “My Wild Irish Rose” and “When Irish Eyes are Smiling”.
Very comprehensive. Recipes, cookbooks, discussion groups, restaurant listings, services and suppliers. Unless you live in or are visiting Ireland, most of this is inapplicable. Click right to recipes. Meat lovers delight- Irish Stew (of course), Fillets of Whiting, Herring in many ways, Sausage Pies. But there’s also time-tested favorites like Soda Bread, Whiskey and Ginger Cream and Rutabaga Pudding. Screw the diet and go for it.
LUCKY LEPRECHAUN’S LANE
What a great site! In addition to a fantastic virtual tour of Ireland complete with… Continue reading
Spend hours relating people to Kevin Bacon in six steps or less. Try other similar games. It may be passe, but you’re alone, so who will know if you beat the snare and play along?
Meet Beck. He’s a loser, too.
3. Unsolved Mysteries
You’ve got some time on your hands- put it to good use. Either offer your well- founded opinion on what happened to D.B. Cooper, or ask others to help you find a life.
4. The 80s Server
Remember the good old days when you wore parachute pants and pink bandanas to New Years Eve bashes. Find your old Bangles cassettes and download pictures of Tom Cruise in his underwear.
5. Ask Dr. Weil
Maybe there’s an herb, or relaxation method you can use to make yourself feel better.
6. Heavens Gate
It’s possible… Continue reading
“They say this cat is a bad mutha” “Shut yo mouth.” I’m talkin’ ’bout Shaft. Can ya dig it? Here’s yet another multimedia shrine (job security for me) that breaks no rules, but provides trendy retro photo stills with headphones and borderline racist sound bites (“Who’s the black private dick that’s a sex machine to all the chicks) based on the 70s icon, John Shaft. Only three flicks to detail- Shaft, Shaft’s Big Score and Shaft in Africa (“He no rides camel. He rides ass.”). Pull some Nehru-sporting Richard Roundtree pictures, plot summaries, and quotes from each. The quotes are lengthy and not so funny out of context. And pre-dating Madonna & the Media 101 is a trippy yet fascinating study of Shaft’s role in American and film history. No college credit, but a fun read. Though this site seems to be a work-in-progress, it’s a one-time only check-out for… Continue reading
Do you need an image change? Are you the cheerful sort of geek who ends up wiping mucus from the shoulder of his suit jacket when your melodramatic female “friends” go running back to their mysterious, tragic-hero, coffee-house boyfriends who love the American Music Association? If so, get on over to Gothnicity. This site claims it can teach you how to “be goth” in six easy lessons. Once you’ve got the hang of the look and the moves, you can try emoting appropriately with the help of the handy angst-o-matic. Visit the “Galleria du Goth” in your made-over soul. Don’t be surprised if, in the end, your irrepressibly cheerful self leaves the site feeling even more buoyant. Good Goth! Is that a wry smile on the face of that Goth grrl? (You should avoid the discussion board, though. It’s got some technical problems the webmaster doesn’t feel like dealing… Continue reading
Shaq’s Slap: Shaquille O’Neal’s unexplained open-handed slap of Utah Jazz center Ron Ostertag last week, which netted him a $10,000 fine and a one-game suspension, has reminded us to make this bold prediction: Shaq will never wear a sports bra or the championship ring, at least not as a starter, in his career. How can we be so confident of this? Easy. Here’s a man with no love of the game of basketball whatsoever. Shaq loves the money, he loves the fame, and he loves his acting career (if you can call that acting). But he could really give a shit about the sport. His game is so ungrounded and his work ethic so nonexistent that a year ago at this time he was predicting his free-throw shooting would improve to “70, 80 percent” last season. He shot around 50 percent, like he always does. This makes him extremely… Continue reading
Chuck Chucks Schmuck: Heroic and intelligent Houston Rockets forward Charles Barkley started the regular season off in grand style this week by throwing a fellow bar patron through a wine rack and plate glass window at Jerry’s. The ever-insufferable Houston Rockets’ forward, who seems to have been in as many bar fights as all-star games, is claiming self defense, which is becoming a moldy excuse. We can’t remember whether he claimed self defense the time he spat on that little girl, after which his diplomatic skills were rewarded by being named to represent the USA at the Olympics. When you’re just 6′ 8″, self defense becomes a priority. How else to explain leaving a loaded gun in plain view on the floor of your Jaguar? And to think, this column was going to be pretty thin before Barkley saved the day. Who says Chuck doesn’t come through in the… Continue reading
Halloween Greetings: What would the season be without a hearty bushel o’ Devil’s Night wishes to White Sox outfielder Albert Belle? In case you don’t remember, Albert was visiting his father last Halloween when some local trick-or-treaters rang the Belle family doorbell. Ignorance and rudeness apparently being hereditary, the senior Belle told the revelers to take a hike, to which they responded by egging his home. The brave and athletic Albert jumped in his vehicle and ran the children down, mildly thumping one of them with his car, for which he had to pay later, thanks to the kid’s family lawyer from Lawgena. See, kids? You CAN get rich by trick-or-treating, you just have to choose the right neighborhood. Happy Halloween, Albert!
Tonya update: Miss Harding recently moved into the same Portland suburb as yours truly, and promptly got her fancy Ford pickup stolen while parked out at… Continue reading
As we prepare to open another long and boring basketball season, it would appear that the Bulls’ re-signing of will make this season somewhat anti-climactic at best and excruciatingly boring at worst. Since the championship is already a foregone conclusion, let’s concentrate on where the real action is: The ever-lengthening arrest records of the NBA’s top troublemakers. And no one can claim a larger selection of All-Star felons than my own Portland Trailblazers, known locally as the Jailblazers.
Blazer owner and Microsoft co-founder Paul Allen, living proof that you CAN have too much money, built a new stadium here in Portland featuring no knee room and $4.50 12-ounce cups of Budweiser, hiring General Manager Bob Whitsitt (make up your own rhyme for “Whitsitt” here) away from Seattle, and Trader Bob went right to work turning the Rose Garden (slogan: Budweiser Feels Good On The Back Of Your Neck) into a… Continue reading
To its credit, Alien Resurrection has a wonderful premise. It attempts to combine the worst of Hollywood’s sensibilities (hyperbole) with the best intentions: an amateur interest in fancy story-telling. Bringing back dead characters, it uses fine actors and a finer director, award-winning art-direction and special effects, and is filmed by one of the most stylish cinematographers in the business. Furthermore, it pays post-modern homage to British cinema (Ridley Scot and Terry Gilliam) and Philip K. Dick in a pastiche of comic-book cum absurdist metaphysics. But the result is that niether this film’s metaphysics nor talent nor even carry-over feminism and the horror film aspects inherent to the series resurrects one’s belief in these premises. As usual in Hollywood, the crux of the film’s many-faceted failure is its lousy script.
Joss Whedon is the man to blame it seems. His screenplay, combined with the poorest simultaneous judgment of the aforementioned auteurs,… Continue reading
Don King: Only in America begins with a staccato bass rumble and tenor mantra “Money, Money, Money.” We recognize the song and no sooner do we tap hands to thigh and feet to floor, nod our heads to to and fro, does the film show an act of brutal violence. Cut from King stashing money into a pillow case in his Cleveland home to three black-clad, black-skinned thugs abreast crashing down his door, cut to them pistol-pointing in the direction of King and his money, cut to a steady-cam framing in the scene’s climactic increase of volumes: the soundtrack has reached its crescendo and silences just after the first of Don King’s infamous killings.
Bad to good.
King was acquitted for protecting his own property and person. But years later he would be convicted of manslaughter, landing him a place in Cleveland’s pen. This is the true beginning of the… Continue reading
While molten lava spews out of Los Angeles’ streets, and dinosaurs devour unfortunate extras in the Caribbean, and tornadoes rip apart everything in their path (save for Helen Hunt’s sports bra) – one begins to wonder whatever happened to those “Ernest” movies.
I mean, sure – “Ernest Goes To Camp” won’t be featured at Cannes any time soon, but if you’re going to make trite, meaningless films lacking character development or plot – you could save a couple hundred million by laying off the special effects.
And, why why WHY does every big-budget cheesy flick have to star Tommy Lee Jones? I’m not dissing Tommy Lee’s acting ability, but then again – he’s been a central actor in everything from the comic-book adaptation crap that dominated the box office in the early 90′s, to the Steven Segal crap that dominated the box office in the mid-90′s, to the disaster crap… Continue reading
I still stand by what I said on Saturday about the media placing too much attention on paparazzi, and down-playing the initial corroner’s report on the blood-alcohol level of the driver. However, there were some flaws with my article on Saturday, and new information that has come forward.
First, there is the question of whether the driver was drunk or not. A forensic pathologist representing the al-Fayeds have concluded that the driver was not drunk. However, you should be aware that the al-Fayeds are facing a civil suit by the Spencer family. So, it is in their best interest to find somebody who would say that the driver wasn’t actually drunk.
Second, the photo I used wasn’t actually one taken by a paparazzi, but by a video surveillance… Continue reading
Sure, I’m kind of happy to see this turn on the paparazzi, the “modern bounty hunters”; the “legal stalkers” – but, really – is this as big of a problem – globally – as is drunk driving?
What I find amazing is that it’s the media themselves that are placing the attention on these photographers. The very same photographers that brought Diana into our homes every week, the reason a billion people tuned it this Saturday morning to watch – we knew Diana personally – through the tabloids, or filtered slightly through mainstream media.
I downloaded the photograph above from CNN.com. They’ve got tons just like it on their site. The very same photographers CNN is slamming in their commentaries, are supplying… Continue reading
I received an email from a web designer in Indonesia who said he was a fan of the Denizine, and to keep up the good work. That made me feel wonderful, since I felt the Denizine was extremely Midwestern American in tone and content.
Then, I received an email from a close friend and former co-worker. This email was more telling.
Maybe we need to have a talk, Rob.
Geek means…oh nevermind. I’ll just buy
you a dictionary for your birthday.
Then there were the snickers from current co-workers who read the page, and muttered, “yup. geek.”
Then there was my fiance, Shannon. On Friday night, she said she was upset that I looked at this “geek status” as a good thing. And… Continue reading