Is this a place to promote my book? I have to be honest, I need your help. Now ranked 10771 on the Epic Fantasy list, sold on Kindle for $1.87 (and free to those with subscription) it may be too pricey for many. It was for family and friends.

About as prominent in Amazon as a single bee in a hive, please search under its title "Never the Hero" or you've no way to find it.

For a teaser, here's my blurb. If that works, try Chapter 27. If that works, who knows...

Harold's no hero, so leave him alone. All he's done is adopt some dog, not knowing Raj has magical powers, or that he's expected to rescue a kingdom. Good for Raj but what's that to Harold, not that Angela cares.

Dumped in some alternate universe, the time before was just him and Raj, but now he's got Lilith to help.

Bullied and swindled and out of control, Harold blunders through mishaps and crises, never believing he'll ever get home. Last time he'd confronted an evil queen, and that had been scary enough. Now he must steal from a dangerous warlock, and all on behalf of Angela, the sweet but conniving old lady he's grown to detest.

Charming but ruthless, however he struggles, he can't seem to stop her from running his life. How can she do that? She isn't his mother, and why would she want a hero who's passive aggressive?

In a lunatic tale of magic and evil, can Harold survive on denial alone?

Chapter 27

“And did she?

“What?

“Did Angela talk her way out of paying you compensation?”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought she signed over the house.”

“Well, yeah. I guess. Sort of.”

“So you got everything you asked for.” Lilith was looking at Harold with barely disguised contempt.

“You survived the mission, didn't you? And you got paid for it. Very well, in fact. I get that you don't like being here, but I've heard enough about Angela, so is your diatribe finally over or can we expect an epilogue?”

“No. I've said all I wanted to say.” Harold's feelings were hurt, unhappy at how she'd dismissed his concerns.

Lilith didn't let up. “I don't get your problem,” she told him. “You got your money, just as you wanted. It's sitting there waiting for when you get back.”

“And that is my problem,” he answered. “Why do I have to be here at all? She trapped me into doing this mission just so I could get paid for the first. I already had that money, so why can't I get to use it whenever I want? If she hadn't jammed me up, I wouldn't need to be here. That's not fair. Anyone can see that.”

“Can they now?” said Lilith with a shrug. “You got the house, didn't you. Why didn't you live in it? Selling was your decision. Nobody held a bow to your head.”

This time Harold was really offended. “It's alright for you,” he shouted. “You weren't drowning in debt, or stuck with those horrible neighbours. You walk a mile in my shoes before you're so eager to judge.”

“So tell me this,” she said. “Why are you even here at all? We didn't actually need you. We only needed Raj.”

“I'm not just handing over Raj. Forget that. Raj is my dog. He stays with me.”

“Stop acting like you're a victim.”

Harold's bottom lip quivered. “I am a victim,” he answered, “and so is Raj. I don't remember us asking you to shove us into that painting? You did that all by yourself.”

He stopped speaking to Lilith. Thinking he'd won the argument, he settled for grumbling under his breath, telling himself that Lilith had been disrespectful.

His problem was he found his argument losing ground. Another voice inside his head was saying he could have stayed in the house, borrowed against the property, found himself a better job, maybe gone on some dating sites, and tried to get on with his neighbours. If he'd have chosen to go that route, he wouldn't be here on this mission.

Instead, he'd taken the easy way out, running away from a bad situation and in the process, painting himself in a corner. Sure, Angela held the brush but he'd invented the corner.

Grudgingly, the earlier voice conceded the larger point, but it still drew the line at Angela. By Lilith pointing her finger at him, she was also excusing Angela, and that wasn't right. Angela had treated him badly. Twice in fact, and any sane person could understand that. Lilith was wrong to take her side. Harold got ready to have the last word, but Lilith spoke first.

“Harold,” she said, “you're a whiner. You're here now so get over it. I got hijacked too, you know, but are you hearing me complain? The money's waiting for when you get back, so stop with this bitching.”

Harold didn't agree, and wasn't inclined to stop. He needed closure and would have said more except that Lilith leaned over her horse, and slapped the back of his head. His ears ringing, he gave up talking. Harold could take a hint.

He watched her riding ahead of him, her body fused to the saddle, those massive thighs locked to the horse's flanks. She seemed so much in command of her mount, and he envied her that. The horse he was riding had taken control, stomping along in a merciless bone-crunching trot. His legs were aching from having to stand in the saddle, but he couldn't sit down, his butt hurt so badly. He wanted to stop if only to rest but didn't dare say that to Lilith. It wasn't male ego. She terrified him.

Truth was, he couldn't find words to say how he felt about Lilith. She wasn't remotely attractive, but her power held his attention. He even found he'd be stealing a glance at those thighs, wondering what they would do to a man.

He'd felt the same when she'd started that brawl. All by herself, she'd punched out four soldiers and trashed a tavern. What woman does that? He struggled even to see her as female except when he watched her on horseback, he'd get this ripple run through his body. He didn't know why and he didn't enjoy it, but he found he didn't rush to suppress it.

When next they rested the horses, he tried changing the mood. “Lilith,” he said. “I guess I do complain too much about Angela. And you're also right, I could have said no to this mission. But I'm here now so I'll do my best not to let you down.”

Watching her face, he'd hoped for some sign of approval. Since none was forthcoming, he spoke again.

“I'm thinking, as long as we're here together, I'd like to know more about you. How come you're here, and what's your deal with Angela?'

“Angela found me in the Great Forest, badly injured and close to death. She brought me to safety and nursed me to health. She saved my life and I owe her for that.”

“Wasn't a simple thank you enough?”

“I'm an Amazon warrior. I live by a code and I owe her my life. I must pay off that debt before I'm free.”

“So you don't want to be here anymore than I do?”

“Of course not, but I don't have a choice. I'm bound by my duty. You think I relish being in Angela's debt. I'm even more trapped than you are. I've just got a better attitude.”

Insulted, Harold gave up with the small talk. He rode beside her in silence, but since he didn't do silence well, he tried talking again.

“How come you were in the Great Forest, and how did you get yourself wounded?”

“Why you asking?”

“As I said, I'd like to get to know you better. You know a lot about me.”

“I know too much about you.”

With that came more silence, at least until Raj would shatter the mood. “Stop being a jerk,” he told her, “and tell us how you got hurt.” Lilith agreed to tell her story.

“Me and some buddies had gone on a peacekeeping tour of Drogeba. After six months we got relieved, but on the way home, we stopped by the Marcen taverns to blow off some steam. That's when we got conned by these two peons. They hung around till we was too wasted to notice, then told some sad story about their pathetic village, how the local bandits robbed it blind, and how their kids were all starving and no one would help.

By that time, already well into the booze, our sergeant, who should have known better, gets maudlin drunk and turns sentimental. Next we know, she's volunteered all nine of us to run off these bandits, and just for the price of three bottles of rum.”

“Like the Magnificent Seven,” said Harold.

“No. There were nine of us.”

Harold breathed out. “Why don't you finish your story?”

“Well, we get to this village and clean out the bandits, but it was hard fighting and four of us didn't make it. After that, we just wanted to get away home. We hitched a ride on some crappy old freighter, but then it got caught in a storm. The ship ran on rocks, and just when we're starting to hear the surf, the crew jumps into the lifeboat and leaves us to drown. All five of us clambered on broken timbers and tried to paddle to shore, but two of us didn't make it.

“Now down to just three, we still believed we'd be rescued in time. We'd camp on the beach, and hunt and fish, and light a fire to signal a passing ship.

“But then these trolls found us. They ran us along the beach as far as the edge of the forest, except we had to turn back. A dragon was flying above our heads, so we didn't dare risk open country.

“We ran back into the forest for cover, but couldn't outdistance the trolls. Two more days of skirmishing and they'd picked off both of my buddies. I knew I was next but then this dragon calls off the trolls, I guess to attack Angela's convoy. That's when she teleported into the forest, and pretty much landed on top of me. The rest you know.”

“You're all that's left of your platoon. That's terrible. I'm very sorry.”

“It wasn't your fault.”

Harold knew she'd misunderstood but didn't bother correcting her. This wasn't a time for feedback. What was she, maybe twenty at most? She'd seen too much bloodshed for someone that young. She'd also been robbed of her closest friends, the ones who'd have given some purpose to her young life.

She had to be hurting so much inside, however deeply she buried her feelings. And now the conniving Angela had saddled her with this mission. Given what Lilith was going through, Harold knew he owed her some help.

For one thing, he'd stop with his whining. She didn't need to hear his troubles. She'd been screwed over much worse than him. No chance to heal, or time to go home. No comfort from family or friends.

Instead, she was stuck doing Angela's bidding. How did she even stay sane? She must be so strong inside. Sure, she was kind of insensitive, but Harold found he'd a growing respect for Lilith.

He'd suffer five days on that horse before they reached Marty's barracks, and coming on the buildings again, Harold felt disappointment. He'd hoped that once they were done with the queen, things might have got better, but nothing had changed. The city smelled as bad as before. The barracks looked just as tired and neglected.

Two youths were gossiping inside the gatehouse. Harold dismounted and rapped on the sliding window. Both looked up then carried on talking. He rapped again, only louder. This time they ignored him. He rapped a third time, very loudly. Visibly huffing, one youth stalked over, yanked open the window and snapped, “What do you want?”

“I want to speak to Marty.”

“Marty who?”

“Marty the sergeant.”

“Why?”

“That's not your concern, is it? Just say I've a message from Angela.”

“Marty's not available.”

“How do you know that?”

“You have to come back when the officer's here.”

“When will that be?”

“He didn't say.”

“Why do we need to wait for the officer?”

That question caught the youth off guard. For some strange reason, it wasn't among his list of standard evasions. He thought for a moment then said, “I'm not allowed to leave my post to check on anyone. I can't leave the gatehouse without the officer's permission.”

Lilith reached over and dragged him through the open window, slapped the side of his head and whispered, “That's not true, is it? You've already left without his permission. Now run and fetch Marty.”

Harold watch the youth run off. I wish I could do that, he thought to himself.

It took twenty minutes to find Marty, but when at last the sergeant appeared he was, as always, full of smiles and easy good nature. Seeing him coming, Raj ran over, demanding his ear be scratched. That greeting completed, Marty next pounded on Harold's shoulder.

“Good to see you, man,” he said. “Glad you could finally make it. You've been expected a couple of weeks, ever since I got my letter.” Still smiling he added, “I guess you must be Lilith. You're quite the cutie, aren't you? Now come with me, both of you. You're about to enjoy a near-death experience.”

“What do you mean, near-death experience?” asked Harold suspiciously while Lilith merely scowled, at once both pleased and annoyed at being called cute.

Before she could put a voice to her thoughts, Marty spoke again. “We're off to meet Lord Aubrey, and he's as close to death as you'll find while still leaving mist on a mirror. Let's get going. We don't want to keep him waiting. Harold will tell you we don't want him testy.”

The old man would be as Harold remembered. The bloodless lips that framed the aging yellow teeth. The smile that spread no further than the mouth. The wispy hair. The parchment white skin. The empty calculating eyes. As he came in the room, Raj started to growl, his hackles raised. Lilith's hand covered her sword, but Marty said to relax.

“Good evening, Your Lordship,” he added. “Everyone's here now. We all came as soon as we could.”

Lord Aubrey's gaze absorbed the room. “Harold,” he said, only his mouth moving.

“Lord Aubrey.” Harold's response was equally flat.

The old man spoke again. “And Raj with you. Good, and you must be Lilith, the Amazon warrior. Angela speaks well of you.” The words came out fully formed, the tone as measured as Harold remembered. Lilith nodded but gave no answer.

“You will be tired from your journey. Sergeant, please see they get food and a place to sleep. We will convene tomorrow at noon. I will brief you during luncheon.” And as they were leaving he added, “I wish you all a good evening,” though he managed to make it sound more like a curse.

“I'm sorry to say that Angela is in rather a pickle.” Lord Aubrey's understatement came in the same polished voice that had always rattled Harold's nerves. The old man continued.

“In her devious attempts to dispose of Roy, the magic dog, she has been captured by Arabella, Queen of the Great Forest, and to compound her error, she has bargained carelessly for her release. Arabella's terms will be hard to meet, but I suppose we must try.”

“Why must we try?” asked Harold. “Why can't we leave her to rot in jail?”

“Yes,” said Lord Aubrey slowly. He rested his elbows on the table, steepled his fingers in front of his mouth then checked each person one at a time. Harold receive an extra long stare but sensing everyone ready, His Lordship began.

“Perhaps I should give you some background. At over five carats, the Eye of the Dead is a large stone and while having some flaws, it is almost clear in colour, rare in stones of that size. It also boasts a rather fine cut that explodes in the light. A handsome piece in its own right, and not merely because it sits in a demon's forehead.” He paused for effect. He knew he had their attention.

“This demon is, I'm afraid, a rather unpleasant creature. Kept in a glass-fronted cage so the Eye can be viewed, it gibbers and snarls at all who dare to look in. It also seems its one ambition is taking revenge on its captor, and it's only pleasure comes from hurting any creature it can reach.

“As a work of art, I've always considered the Eye overrated, but Erasmo, its current owner, take pride in it, and I think for two solid reasons. One: Merely to own the Eye is a demonstration of power. We should not for one moment forget his considerable skills as a sorcerer. Two: He has found the stone helpful when dealing with disloyal subordinates. The demon excels at killing its victims slowly, a fate that we should attempt to avoid.”

He stopped for a moment to sip on his drink, his wizened hands gripping the side of the glass as if he struggled to lift it.

“To be strictly honest,” he added, “stealing the demon is out of the question. What we should actually do is steal Erasmo.”

“Well, there you are then,” said Harold. “That sounds straightforward. So, if it's all settled, let's go for lunch.”

Marty sighed, his eyes pointing up at the ceiling. “Don't mind him, My Lord. He always gets sarcastic when he's clueless. I've seen him do it before, but no worries. Harold's not here to do any planning. He'll be okay if we just give him orders, though you might want to keep them simple.”

“I'm still here, you know,” said Harold, but no one took any notice.

Lord Aubrey began again. “The castle itself is impregnable. An army would have to cross twenty-five miles of dragon-infested wasteland before a steep narrow access road, then on through a tight gorge to enter a walled citadel embedded in a granite peak.

“After the citadel comes the main tower, and if that could be breached, the throne room itself is defended by four massive serpents, the demon's cage being part of the throne. When you incorporate Erasmo's own considerable powers together with those of his many unpleasant minions, no one would be silly enough to attempt a direct assault.”

Again a pause then, “I think, however, there may be a better way to gain access to the throne room. As you may know, every accredited trouble maker has the ultimate goal of full membership in the Association of Certified Informants. While there are many broader roles to be found in lying and/or betrayal that are well-suited to qualified paraprofessionals, only certified ACI members have full standing as character assassins during civil and criminal proceedings.

“More to the point, since their expertise can be used to discredit most witnesses, however honest or reliable, their testimony is deeply valued, especially by those in fear of the law.

“That fear puts ACI clients at a disadvantage with respect to the Institute, and when one considers the type of clients who seek its services, it also gives ACI members privileged access to the sort of information one really shouldn't know. That is, of course, my way of saying that full ACI status is highly prized.”

Another sip of wine then, “The Association is, of course, the only body certifying full membership, and since no one gets this without first doing the chairman a favour, these are favours worth having. And when you include the fact that the chair comes with unrestricted access to Association files, it is a much sought-after position.” His voice lifted slightly at the end of the sentence.

“It so happens that the chairman, I should say chairperson.” He smiled at Lilith. “Is elected every second year by secret ballot within the Sorcerer's General Council and Erasmo, who currently sits on the Council, has long sought this position for reasons of his own. One doesn't ask why. It's not considered good form.

“He is already somewhat close to having the necessary votes, and to this point, I happen to hold the proxy votes for both Arabella and Angela. When he learns I have these proxies, Erasmo will want to meet me. That eagerness should be enough to get us inside his castle. Are there any questions?” Lord Aubrey checked the room. Since no one dared question anything, he continued speaking.

“There is still more detailed planning needed, but we will have time on board our ship to flesh out any strategy. One task however is needed now.” He turned to Lilith, and with the smile of a gargoyle he said, “You, dear lady, are to be my bodyguard, and not only for my personal safety. Erasmo is a jealous soul. When he sees I am attended by an Amazon, I feel certain he will covet you in one way or another. He is also extremely vain and will think you cannot resist him. When you stand behind me looking magnificent, I feel certain he will take the bait.”

Harold thought about Lilith being magnificent. He couldn't quite see it himself, but who knew the minds of the vain super-rich? Still, she did have those thighs.

Lilith didn't want to look magnificent. In her opinion, all attempts to repackage her outward appearance denied her essential nature. This view, however, would not be shared by those who were tasked with repackaging. Success with this woman could make a career, and with an eye to their futures, each artisan brought their best game.

Because they couldn't alter her shape, the tailors crafted a smock of oiled black leather, inlaid with polished brass strips for that warrior look. They also went with an Empire cut that fell away from the bust in a cone intended to hide the cone that was the shape of her body inside.

From the shoemakers came a handsome buckle boot with a platform sole that added length to her legs. From the hatters, a brass fedora with an owl feather decor that also served to lengthen her body, and held in place by a broad leather strap that captured both her chins.

The stylists were charged with plucking her moustache as well as parting her eyebrow. They also gave her this glossy black hair as well as concealing her missing teeth. They powdered over the worst of her scars, and for that final feminine touch, filigree lace was stitched to the cuffs of her black leather gloves.

Lilith resented the way she looked. At first, she'd wanted to trash the outfit except the street smart Marty knew best. They went on a date in a bad part of town where she entered this tavern self-consciously. Two minutes later she'd laid out three loudmouths who'd taken cheap shots at the way she was dressed.

This altercation would change the room's dynamics. After the brawl, she owned the place, everyone wanting to be her friend and some of the men, be it ever so shyly, even tried hitting on her.

“There you go,” said Marty. “The outfit's got nothing to do with it. It's only there as camouflage to help with the mission. You're still the same person inside, taking no garbage and winning your fights. That's the Lilith they'll all remember,” and how could she argue with that.

While Lilith was being got ready, Lord Aubrey wrote to Erasmo, saying that he'd be travelling west and bringing two proxies to use at the Council's next meeting. Rather than sailing through Marbury, he might be persuaded to land at Afula if that could be made worth his while. He'd been instructed to test the market, and would that include Erasmo? Since making this side trip affected his plans, he'd need an answer within a few days.

The letter came back requesting he land at Afula, breaking his journey to visit the lodge in Beth Meron. Convenient to the castle, Erasmo would also visit the lodge, and they could at least hold talks about talks. Having the answer he wanted, the old man told the others get ready. The mission was on.

They'd travel by coach as far as the coast, then six weeks at sea to Afula, and four days by stage to Beth Meron, only renting a carriage once they arrived. With Marty as coachman, he'd be in position to hire what he needed. He'd also get chance to gossip with locals, hearing rumours and making connections, a thing he could do like nobody else.

Ahead of the journey, Lord Aubrey changed from his old frock coat, dressing instead with a chain of office hung over a full-length black linen robe. This outfit would come with a matching black skull cap, a look that featured his parchment white skin. Despite his age, he'd be making the trip to act as their negotiator.

When he learned that, Harold was curious. While knowing that he'd excel in the role, Harold still wondered why someone that age would be bothered to come. Just what did Angela have on him that would make him commit to this mission? On one occasion, when they were alone, he found the courage to ask.

Lord Aubrey smiled with just his mouth, “If I told you, Harold,” he said, “you'd have to be killed,” and Harold knew that wasn't a joke.

Time to leave, and Angela had her team. Lord Aubrey would do the planning and take the lead with Erasmo. Lilith would come as his bodyguard, standing behind him and glaring at people while wearing her shiny black leathers. Equally sharp in spiked collar and black leather harness, Raj would act as the seeing-eye guard dog, the old man claiming that age had robbed him of most of his sight. A study in black, when all three stood together, they gave off a vibe that made most rooms go quiet.

Marty's cover would be as their driver, but Harold had no particular role except for his connection with Raj. If just for that reason they felt him worth bringing, pretending that he was Lord Aubrey's aide, required to take notes and run errands.

With being mostly redundant, Harold began to think twice about going. He didn't, however, act on his feelings, not wanting Lilith to think him a coward.

This failure to act would backfire. Already well into the journey and starting to learn of its risks, Harold at last decided he ought not to go, but still concerned with losing face, he hung around for too long. Already on board before he concluded this mission just wasn't for him, he ran to the deck rail, only to see open water.

For over 55 years, I have delved, looked into, wondered and written about many things. From a birth to death, from love to hate, sadness to joy, and all points that intersect.

I have written so much, offered up advice to other writer's on how to publish, how to better their own writing, while all during this time, I kept my own writing, so to speak in the background, and for the longest time, unwilling to put myself out there for the world to see, other than here on Prose.

Today, that all comes to a screeching halt.

I have now officially put one of my collections of poetry on a website that distributes to several store fronts for sale. Scattered Thoughts, although it isn't the same Scattered Thoughts I am doing here (I have three Scattered Thoughts collections, hopefully that will take care of any confusion).

I have to give kudo's to a couple people, one being TW, for telling me about D2D (Draft to Digital). The site is easy to navigate and my collection, withiin less than 24 hours was listed with five store fronts. And will more than likely have more added by days end, and the days ahead.

Two others, Voidkin_Killer (who did the design cover for all the Scattered Thoughts and EstherFlowers1 for her contribution ... I couldn't have done this without your help.

So now, it's official, after probably writing a billion or more words in my lifetime (that's just a guess, don't take me literally), I can now say I am a published author.

Over the course of the next three months, I will put up the remaining Scattered Thoughts, as well as a collection of short stories and the first book of my Evil Series. From there it will vary as to what I will submit and when.

It's a good feeling and now comes my shameless plug.

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So I say to all of you writer's and poet's, if you have ever had the thought to make a dream you have come true, this is one of those times when you can finally crosss that threshold and make it a reality. This link can change your life, or at least get you started in the direction you have privately thought about. https://www.draft2digital.com/

And while writing this two more store fronts have been added.

Life suddenly became better.

Breathe, won’t you breathe

through the cold, and through the frost?...

Watch your breath form, and freeze

until forever it is lost.

Breathe, won’t you breathe

at the start of every day?...

Stretching out your aching limbs...

Chasing all cobwebs away!

Breathe, won’t you breathe

after mounting that high hill?...

Pa and Ma are so impressed

by your undisputed skill!

Breathe, won’t you breathe

through the lungs when you’re knocked down?...

Life can be a constant test,

it can topple off your crown...

Breathe, won’t you breathe,

flying high up on your swing?...

Your brilliant smile lights the stars,

and it makes the playful sparrows sing!

Breathe, won’t you breathe

laughing with a new found friend...

Stolen moments seize our lives,

forcing time to suspend.

©

4/28/21

Bunny Villaire

(Edit #3)

In the prior two posts (links below), we talked about where you can get short stories and poetry published, each with a how-to.

This, the third and last installment, will answer questions of what constitutes material published before, including Prose.

It is common practice for journals and literary agents to reject previously published writing, but what exactly does “previously published” mean? Why are most literary agents and editors unwilling to take a chance on work that has already appeared elsewhere? When is it appropriate to submit previously published work?

There has been a lot of questions/concerns lately about posting work online and can it be considered as previously published by an editor/publishing firm. After doing some research, I’ve come up with this. It should answer any and all questions or concerns you have.

This should be of concern for anyone on Prose contemplating getting their work into print. I would also ask that when you read this, repost it so others on Prose can see this. I’m not concerned about anyone liking this as most of you normally would when you read.

I would also advise anyone who finds this interesting to either bookmark this page or print it out for future reference.

1) The definition of previously published:

Back when print publishing was the sole option for sharing work, previously published was a black-and-white term. If your poems, stories, or essays appeared in a book, journal, anthology, textbook, newsletter, newspaper, magazine, or any other publication, your work was considered published. If it didn’t, it wasn’t. Simple. But now, more complicated questions arise.

2) Previously published poems, stories, and essays:

Literary journals don’t want previously published writing because editors want to ensure that their publications are fresh, new, and unique. In other words, editors want to be first to discover your writing. Also, editors would prefer to stay away from any rights entanglements.

3) Is work considered previously published if posted on a blog, web site, large social-networking site, or online literary journal?

If you’ve posted your writing on any of the above sites, it is generally considered previously published.

4) Is my work considered previously published if posted in a writing forum or web board?

If the forum or web board is private and intended for the purposes of encouraging feedback or community support, then most editors and literary agents will consider the work unpublished. But just in case, you may want to take it down once you’ve received feedback, so it doesn’t appear online.

If the forum in question is public (that is, if nonmembers can see what you’ve written), then your work will likely be considered previously published.

5) Is a hard copy self-published book considered previously published for the purpose of finding a literary agent?

The subtext of the question above is: “Can I pitch my self-published book to literary agents?” If you’ve published a book or novel on your own or with a third-party POD publishing house, and you still retain the copyright, you can pitch it to most literary agents. That said, always be forthcoming about your book’s history.

6) Is a self-published book offered in electronic format considered previously published?

The majority of literary agents are willing to consider a book that has been published electronically (published in a digital, nonprint format) as long as the author holds all rights. However, you may need to remove your book from online bookstores and take your book down from the Internet.

7) If I publish an excerpt from my book online or in print, does that mean the work is considered previously published?

Generally speaking, it’s okay to publish excerpts online, as long as they are on the short side (relative to the work in question). Be sure you maintain the copyright if you’re going to publish a portion of your book prior to publishing the whole thing! Otherwise you could end up publishing your book, minus your previously published first chapter!

8) The flip side: Publishing your work online can be beneficial.

The Internet can be a wonderful resource, especially for those who don’t have critique groups or workshops available in their area. Unfortunately, very talented writers who just happened to workshop their writing online are getting caught in the cross fire between editors, agents, and the rapidly evolving question of “What is previously published writing?”

There are journal editors and literary agents who don’t really care about work published on small Web sites. Did you put a story up on a message board for critique? Have you posted a chapter of your manuscript on your blog? As long as the work isn’t plagiarized from someone else, some literary agents and editors don’t mind if the writing has appeared online.

But until the industry fully adjusts to the presence of the Internet, many literary agents and editors are going to simply reject work they consider to be previously published. At this point, the best option for writers is to play it safe until the rules become clearer.

I would like to point out Previously Published is about its availability to the public, not whether you got paid for it. It is not published (available to the public) if you give paper or electronic copies to people you trust to not send it around. If you post it on a website for strangers to read it, talk about it, praise it, or condemn it, you should tell any agent or publisher or you are lying to them, and they will then be influenced by what happened there.

9) What if I published my work on my blog or other Web site, but then I take it down before submitting it—is that considered previously published?

This can be tricky. Try not to publish your work online if you plan to submit it elsewhere (like print journals). If you did post online, no one can stop you from taking your work down and then submitting it, but be warned: Editors may not like this tactic.

Once your work is removed from the Internet, do a search of random lines from the work to make sure it is not appearing anywhere.

(Warning: Google and other search engines will often archive old web pages, so simply deleting something from the Web doesn’t mean it’s gone). If an editor finds your “unpublished” work online, you might look irresponsible or, worse, devious.

10) If I publish an excerpt online, does that mean the whole work or part of the work is considered previously published?

Generally speaking, excerpts are okay to publish online, as long as they are on the short side (relative to the work in question).

11) Previously published novels and books:

The rules for determining what is previously published change when you move into the book-publishing business. Literary agents and publishers at traditional publishing houses have different expectations and goals than editors of literary magazines, so the concept of what it means to be previously published can shift.

It’s no secret that literary agents are keen marketing experts. The success of their business relies almost entirely on their ability to find and represent books that are not only well-written but also potentially lucrative. Because of this, work that is available online can sometimes be unappealing for a number of reasons. First, if the book is already being published and the writer is making money, the agent is cut out of those profits. Second, if a book is posted online as a free download, why would readers pay to read it?

The laws (and the industry jargon) are still trying to catch up to the technology. Keep in mind that the following points are general guidelines: Each literary agent or editor may have his or her own definition of what is considered previously published.

With that said, always, always, always ... ask for their guidelines. Guidelines are a must. If their guidelines are online, read tham over carefully.

If a publisher puts out mystery novels and you have a western, though it isn't a good fit, you may find their guidelines have something in there about future publications that is looking for a western. But never ever never send a manuscript blindly just because it's the best thing since the creation of chocolate. It'll get 86'd (trashed) faster than you can blink an eye. This is why reading the guidelines are important.

This is all need to know stuff ... some of it are basics, others require a writer to be in the know, and I also advise keeping up with changing trends.

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https://theprose.com/post/400622/looking-for-a-publisher

https://theprose.com/post/410051/looking-for-a-publisher-ii-your-poetry

My Creative Writing book/chapter link lists last known small print/magazine publishers.

https://theprose.com/post/229114/creative-writing-phase-fourteen

A short while back, I listed publishers for novel submissions which pretty much covered where to submit your work.

This time around, the focus is on poetry.

First, I want to debunk a myth. Granted, you will never become wealthy writing poetry, but you can make a decent living from it. A Poet, Lyricist or Creative Writer can get an average wage ranging between $48,000 to $72,000 based on tenure—just don’t expect that kind of money right away. It takes time, perseverance, and patience, yet alone writing some of the best damn poetry on the planet.

Now, you think, wow—that’s more money than I make now, but keep in mind all the expenses, bills, rent, food, hospital bills, car and gas allowance and incidentals—well, it doesn’t last long.

My advice: self-publish.

Thankfully, self-published books have a much, much higher royalty rate than traditional publishers because you get to keep anywhere from 50—70% of your book’s profits. With a traditional publisher, they take much more, and you only end up with 10% maybe 12% after years of proving yourself as an author.

But let’s say you are ready to submit your work finally. Another bit of advice: their guidelines on what they expect. Do they want to see a completed poetry book(65—110 pages)? A chapbook (20—50 pages)? Perhaps only submit 2-3 pieces? They may have a specific agenda or a specific theme each month?

It is never and I highlight—never a good idea to submit something to a publisher you have not looked into first. To not do so first, will practically kill your chances of just not being published but also where an editor won’t even take the time to read what you submitted. Research them, find out what they like, what they print, what they want.

Later on, I will have a post on previously published work, but for now, I want to share with you a dozen of the best places to submit your work—but remember, research them, get their guidelines, ask them questions.

Keep in mind one thing: be it poetry, short story, or a novel, each time something you write goes into print, like a job, you are building a resume. The more this happens, the better off you will be, when possibly one day down the road, you strike the moment you have been waiting for to have that novel or collection of poetry listed on the New York Times Best Seller’s List.

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Thrush Poetry Journal is a bimonthly publication of “eclectic, moving, surprising” poetry. Named after the thrush, a bird with “the most beautiful voice in the world,” the magazine sponsors poets both new and established — just let your poems sing.

3Elements Literary Review posts a call for submissions each quarter. All poems have to involve the three elements that the journal chooses; as an example, from the Summer of 2020, the elements were “trapeze, pinprick, calico.” 3Elements publishes poems that combine these elements in effective and unusual ways, and this publication provides a great and challenging prompt.

Poetry has never been nerdier than over at FreezeRay. This journal specializes in pop culture poetry, publishing anything inspired by modern media, making it a unique place to submit poetry online. From video games to horror to modern film, let today’s media landscape prompt you into writing FreezeRay’s next great poetry feature.

Barren Magazine publishes monthly issues of literature in all genres. Their preferences lean toward poetry that is introspective, original, and participates in a larger literary conversation. Barren also puts out a fun selection of merchandise and has plans for future online poetry and fiction contests.

Ghost City Review, an offshoot of Ghost City Press, is regularly accepting poetry submissions from new and established writers. Their tastes are eclectic and embrace both the contemporary and the experimental. Ghost City also sponsors the literary community and remains active in uplifting other publications and keeping money inside the publishing world, so be sure to check out their online poetry submissions process as well as their free e-book series.

Rising Phoenix Review loves poetry that is “visceral” with “stunning, concrete imagery.” Their tastes lean toward the contemporary, sponsoring poetry that uplifts diverse voices and imagines a better world. They are an offshoot of Rising Phoenix Press, which occasionally publishes poetry chapbooks as well.

Eunoia Review may be the fastest poetry journal on the internet, as it responds to all submissions within 24 hours. Their poetry tastes range from the eclectic to the storytelling, and they are always open for online poetry submissions.

Little Death Lit puts out quarterly publications with unique themes. They enjoy poetry that is macabre and gothic, as well as poems that are unconventional and play with the quarterly prompt. This is a great journal for seeing and interacting with new and emerging voices in poetry.

Palette Poetry is among the best places to submit poetry online because it has options for everyone. For published writers seeking to highlight their already published work, Palette Poetry offers a “Previously Published Poem Prize.” Out of the poetry magazines that pay, Palette Poetry has the biggest pay-out, with first place being a whopping $2,500 cash prize plus publication; second place being a $300 cash prize plus publication; and third place being a $200 cash prize plus publication.

For experienced, unpublished writers, Palette regularly features poems online, and for those who are able to become “partner poets,” there is a $50 to $150 payout per poem. Palette also hosts a “Community Feedback Monthly Editorial” which gives new and experienced writers an opportunity to engage with—and get extremely valuable feedback from other poets.

Rattle: Poetry is another great poetry magazine that pays. The journal puts out several popular contests and publication opportunities, including a monthly ekphrastic challenge, a weekly news-writing challenge, and an annual best poem prize. Payouts range from anywhere between $50-$200; if you’re the lucky winner of the Rattle Poetry Prize, this year’s payout is $15,000.

Wildness Journal, an offshoot of Platypus Press, publishes a quarterly journal for well-crafted, mystifying poems. Their tastes lean toward the highly literary, preferring works that are inventive and well-constructed. In addition to its journal for online poetry submissions, Platypus Press also publishes poetry manuscripts of at least 35 pages in length.

The Adroit Journal’s mission is to sponsor the next generation of poets, so their resources are often dedicated to youth poets and college-age writers. They seek works that are bold, eclectic, obscure, and daring. In addition to their poetry publications, The Adroit Journal also offers scholarships and awards for young and emerging writers.

This is a late addition but was referred to me by MountCarnelPub (a Proser) but instead of an explanation, you can go right to their website to view the opportunities made available. https://www.awpwriter.org/

You will find helpful tips for just about any of your needs. Keep in mind that the best ammunition you can have is information to strengthen your dedication to writing at AWP.

Now once more, a quick review of what you need to do.

It’s good practice to read what the journal has published in the past. Though many online poetry journals accept a wide range of styles and forms, poetry editors still have preferences for what kind of poetry they like to read and publish. Examine the journal’s past publications with a critical eye, and consider whether or not your poem fits among the journal’s ranks.

When poetry magazines accept online submissions, they often include formatting guidelines alongside their submission rules. It’s best to follow these guidelines, as well as general MLA formatting rules. Use 1-inch margins, a 12-point serif font, and double space stanzas. Taking the time to properly format demonstrates a seriousness about your poetry, whereas unformatted poems may not receive proper attention.

The journal’s reader is looking for something that grabs their attention right away. A well-titled poem with a stand-out first line will be far more eye-catching than an untitled poem with a slow start. Remember, the reader goes through hundreds of submissions every month, so poetry submissions should stand out from the beginning.

The publishing world is tough, fast, and competitive. The internet has expanded poetry’s readership and writership; this is a good thing, but with so many other voices, it can be hard to know where to submit your poetry to add your voice to the conversation. You may encounter one rejection, five rejections, or fifty rejections before you find a home for your poem. Don’t let this deter you.

Often, a rejection of your poetry submission has nothing to do with the quality of your work. Rather, poetry editors have a limited amount of space per publication, and they look to publish poems that, when read together, create a bigger conversation. A rejection can simply mean your poems didn’t work for that month’s issue, for reasons completely out of your control.

Finally, poetry journals are subjective in their treatment of the poetry submissions they receive. After all, journals are run by humans, and although many humans try to be objective in their tastes and preferences, objectivity is impossible in the arts. Don’t think of a rejection letter as a “rejection.” Think of it as follows:

There are other places to submit poetry, and there is a better home for my poetry.

I do hope this helps you.

Links:

Previous post mentioned: https://theprose.com/post/400622/looking-for-a-publisher

My Creative Writing book/chapter link: https://theprose.com/post/229114/creative-writing-phase-fourteen (lists last known small print/magazine publishers)

I have scoured the Internet to bring you what I feel is a quality list of publishers for those of you who are ready, or near-ready to submit and have your manuscript published. I have omitted those who are either out of business or no longer taking submissions. None of these will charge you a penny to have your book put to print.

Black and White Publishing

What they publish:

commercial women’s fiction (chick lit, saga, romance)

crime and psychological thriller

children’s fiction and Young Adult

celebrity memoirs

sport (UK and Ireland in particular)

humor, gift, and activity books

food and drink

https://blackandwhitepublishing.com/pages/submissions

Chicago Review Press

They are interested in publishing high-quality nonfiction that will sell year after year. They look for books with a well-defined, passionate target audience.

https://www.chicagoreviewpress.com/information-for-authors--amp--agents-pages-100.php

Chronicle Books

Chronicle Books publishes an eclectic mixture of traditional and innovative children’s books. We are looking for projects that have a unique bent—be it in subject matter, writing style, or illustrative technique—and that will lend our list a distinctive flair. We are interested in fiction and nonfiction books for children of all ages, as well as board books, decks, activity kits, and other unusual or “novelty” formats.

On the Adult Trade side, we publish a wide range of books, stationery, kits, calendars, and novelty formats. Our list includes cookbooks, fine art, design, photography, pop culture, craft, fashion, beauty, home décor, relationships, lifestyle, and innovative formats such as interactive journals, kits, decks, stationery, and much more.

https://www.chroniclebooks.com/pages/submissions

DAW Publishing

They have been around forever. They are exclusive to the science fiction/fantasy genre.

https://submit.dawbooks.com/submit

Felony and Mayhem Press

They publish mystery fiction for adults.

https://felonyandmayhem.com/pages/submissions

Quirk Books

They are always on the lookout for strikingly unconventional manuscripts and book proposals. A well-written novel with an off-the-wall editorial premise? That’s Quirk. A playful cookbook or craft book with cool photography or crazy illustrations? That’s Quirk, too. They publish across a broad range of categories—always with the goal of delivering innovative books to discerning readers.

Put more simply, they publish books that are smart, original, cool, and fun.

https://www.quirkbooks.com/page/submissions#

Source Books – Casablanca Imprints

They are actively acquiring agented and unagented Romance fiction for their Casablanca imprint. They are looking for strong writers who are excited about marketing their books and building their community of readers, and whose books have something fresh to offer in the genre of Romance.

https://www.sourcebooks.com/sourcebooks-casablanca-submissions.html

Erewhon Books

Relatively new (started in 2018), they appear to have a lot to offer. Sadly, they have not been taking new submissions since 2019 other than to Black writer’s as it states on their webpage, but I put this here as a reminder to you, that they do offer updates on their website and appear upbeat and positive.

They are primarily considering novel-length works in any speculative fiction genre including science fiction, fantasy, horror, and other sub-genres, but we’re also open to other works of interest to the community of science fiction/fantasy readers.

https://www.erewhonbooks.com/submissions/

Also, in my book, Creative Writing, I give a list of other publishers and where to find their guidelines. You can find that here:

https://theprose.com/post/229114/creative-writing-phase-fourteen

If you found this interesting and/or helpful, I can continue this at a future date.

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Dear Soldier,

What's your name? I don't think you'll like me calling you soldier. It's kinda weird. Like it could be anyone, not just you. There's lots of Soldiers...

My name is Emily, but you can call me Em. I don't mind. It's only a name after all. Only a title you'll use until the end then you'll get a new one. I wonder what mine will be...

My doctor said that this would be good for me. Fun too. I think it will. Exciting even to read about what the war is really like not just its righteous or they're brave. I want to hear about the fears the overcomings.

Your suppose to write about what it's like fighting in the war. It scary, right? You must be brave. Or maybe just stupid.

What do you aim for? What are your wishes? Why do you fight? What do you get in return?

I'm suppose to write about my life as well but I don't wanna do that. I don't really like doing what I'm suppose to do. So I'll write my stories instead.

In my stories, my name is something cool. Like Serenity or Grace. I don't like those. They're normal and normal is boring. Those names are black and white and I'd much rather like a name with color.

So my name will be Anarchy, it fits me, my life, my thoughts, just right. Not black and white but a bright crimson red mixed with yellow and orange. Like fire.

Have you ever been scared of anything? I am. But not in my stories, in my stories I am fearless and naive. Because if I knew nothing then I'd have nothing to be afraid of.

I've always associated the words brave and foolish as one of the same. Courageous and naive. A fool. To rush into the unknown without a clue what to do and how to do it.

I wish I was a fool like everyone else. My parents are fools. So are my doctors, nurses, and everyone else that comes into my room. Lucky them, those ignorant fools.

Are you a fool?

Or are you brave?

Till next time,

The Fool.

January 30, 2018

Dear Anarchy,

It would be weird to call me soldier. There's hundred of soldiers but then there's me. I wanna be different than all of them. I'm going to be a hero someday.

My name is Will. Will Lance. Just call me Lance.

My first day is in a week. Finally here in the glorious army. My old man was in the army you know. Fought for years. My destiny was set the moment I was declared a boy.

'That's my boy.' He'd say, 'that's my little soldier'. He'd brag about me to his friends and look at me with pride in his forest green eyes.

Now here I am, earning my badges and making my Dad proud. I made it here after finally getting my diploma from high school. If I can get through that I can get through anything.

The bus is very packed, lots of small town boys trying to be something. But I am going to be something. I'm gonna be someone. It's going to happen someday.

Blank terrain is the training arena. I just want to get to the exciting part. Taking down enemy soldiers and being a hero, you know?

Ma would've wanted this for me too. She's probably up there cheering me on. Just like always. She was beautiful you know, pretty blue eyes and red hair like mine. She always did cheer me on, always will.

There's not much to say just yet. We haven't done much. We signed up and waited for a day or two then we packed up and headed to the bus. We've stopped a few times but not very many.

To answer your question, I'm brave. The bravest of them all. One day I'll go home to Dad and show him all my medals and awards. They'd be saying 'War Hero' and 'Saved us All'!

I just can't wait until I go home and make my father proud. I think pride is the best present any man could earn. Because that's the one thing you can't be given but has to be earned.

I won't say much in my letters to begin with. I haven't got much to say just yet. But I will, just you wait. Just wait after I've earned my glory to take home to my Dad.

Sincerely,

Lance.

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Pitmad is going on now for those that are interested. Good luck to all the writers that give it a try.

For those of you with a book looking for an agent #pitmad (Pitch Madness on Twitter) is September 7th. A chance to pitch your book to agents on Twitter using 140 characters or less. Check out the link for details.

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