Why Authors Need to Be as Accessible as Possible


Helpful tips for new writers!

A Writer's Path

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by Katie McCoach

As an author today, you know that every reader is valuable. You love your readers; you want to keep the ones who are loyal and reach new ones. That’s what promotion and growing a business is all about – reaching new consumers.

That’s why it’s so important for authors to be as accessible to readers as possible.The easier a reader can find you and buy your books, the easier it will be to reach wider audiences.

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Colour Psychology #amwriting #flashfiction #magenta


Thank you to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Jade M. Wong
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Sally and Georgia were at the local museum. The museum had an exhibit on colour psychology that both girls found fascinating.

They paused at a large diamond-like structure made of hard plastic magenta. “What’s this?” Both girls said.

“It looks as if it could be a pensive from Harry Potter,” Georgia said. “The sides of the diamond could open up and you could dip your head in.” 

Sally rolled her eyes, “I don’t think that has anything to do with colour psychology. I read that Magenta is made of both red and violet. It has the ‘passion, power, and energy of red [but is] restrained by [violet’s] introspection and quiet energy.’ ” 

“Interesting,” Georgie said reading the same plaque. ” Magenta is a colour concerned with ‘change and transformation. [It releases] old emotional patterns [which] prevent personal and spiritual development. [Magenta] aids [people] moving forward.'”

“Do you honestly think that’s true?” Sally asked.

“Well it is true people are drawn to certain colours for specific reasons. Sometimes it’s preference, other times colours help fulfill an emotional need for peace or something more colourful and bold,” Georgia remarked.

A preteen boy passed by the women gazing at the diamond. “Why the hell is there a pink diamond here? Who cares about colours anyways,” he said to his Mom who gave him a reproving look.

The women peered at the boy. “It’s Magenta,” Sally said. “Not pink, pink has no purple or blue in it; it’s a tint.” 

The boy’s eyes glazed over.

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For more information on colour theory for Magenta, please visit the source of my quotations here. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved

Poem: Free Verse – ” You Get What You Give” #poetry #amwriting 


http://www.lovethispic.com

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If words tumble out, a stumbling of words and tongue, 

Can you answer my questions, when I stutter and cry? 

When evil conspires in the speech of a mere voice, 

Not a person infront of you, just words over the phone.

Maybe you think you’re doing your job? 

But you’re morally decrepit. 

Bankrupt of mercy, and I wish you — nothing, 

But Karma, to flip you upside-down. 

The concept of Karma means, 

You get what you give, no matter who you are.  

We’re all mean, corrupted, and selfish, 

A world wide problem, broken inside and out, 

Some of us more ruined than others. 

We convince ourselves what is right, 

Anything I guess, if you can sleep at night?

But I am no cupcake, I will not be devoured.

I may be a little person, compared to the status of many, 

But as the words go, “I’m fiercer,” than most.

And my heels are dug in, I’ve retired my lipstick, 

And brought out my spears and my battle armour, 

The spirited warrior, though “she be little,” 

Diligent because,  I know what you’ll receive —

Exactly what you deserve, someday soon. 

So, I’ll show forgiveness, I won’t hold a grudge,

Because God alone, is your judge.

I don’t have to do anything, 

Because one day it will be you. 

Life happens, leaves us battered, 

In a senior’s home or a car accident. 

Could be any condition or disease, one day it will be you, 

So I pray for you, and I wish —

That someone will be kinder than you were to me, 

Someone will believe you’re actually sick.

Someone will care, how you will eek out a living. 

Someone will care, and won’t leave you empty handed. 

Hands full of nothing, but words which don’t matter, 

Words, no one hears, because Karma came knocking.

I hope someone listens, and has a good heart, 

For in some way we all suffer, and must lift each other up.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Photo (Collage) Challenge: Poem – Cinquin – “What Love Means” #taleweavers #amwriting #poetry 


Thank you to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s collage prompt:

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Image Provide by: MindLoves Misery Menagerie

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Love it —

Must be more than, 

What Emma simply says, 

When You’re losing, 

Your teeth.

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She says, 

Quite clearly, 

And she’s only six-years, 

But she’s wise for —

Her age.

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Wisdom, 

Just children have, 

Amaze adults revealing that, 

Love is more than, 

We think.

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Complete, 

And comfortable, 

Smiling without teeth ’cause, 

Your friends love you,

For you.

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No matter, 

You’re missing teeth, 

And have gapes in your mouth, 

Friends care not, love —

Anyways.

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Of all, 

Kids’ memories, 

The best to remember, 

Innocence made.

Without —

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Judgement, 

Only fighting, 

Over favourite toys,

Grudges not kept, 

Hands held. 

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Pets like,

Favourite cats,

Laughing at penguins from, 

Favourite movies loved, 

With Friends.

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Second —

Homes, each other’s —

Houses; kids come and go, 

Colouring, 

Painting. 

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Spending, 

Childhood doing, 

All the activities kids, 

Should be doing, 

Laughing —

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Over, 

Funny things told, 

Not really funny but, 

Giggling stuck, 

Can’t stop.

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As kids, 

Laugh at every, 

Age; children’s innocence, 

Refreshing and, 

So kind.

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Especially, 

When they teach us, 

Lessons like to love anyway, 

Family and friends, 

Anyone.

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Kids play, 

Not realizing, 

World’s complicated; let —

Children be free

Always.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.