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Why I Put My Books in Kindle Unlimited – It’s Personal

29 Sep
Love's Travels - Vermont, Paris, Austin; © felipe adan lerma

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It’s Personal

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Love’s Travels – Vermont Paris Austin

Currently available free and exclusively, on Kindle Unlimited

Four star review:

“Love’s Travels is one of the best books/poetry I’ve read recently. The rhythm of the words with the incredible photos creates a lovely picture of love shared. Mr. Lerma paints a beautiful story. I highly recommend this book. “

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Original fiction, photo-memoirs, and poetry by Felipe Adan Lerma

Available via subscription, direct purchase, or library.

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September 29, 2014

Category – Platform Advantages

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Why My Switch

I had expected, when I began my short series, Advantage…(links above), comparing the various platforms I had all my work listed at, it would be more balanced.

One place better at this, another at that, with maybe a slight tilt toward either Scribd or Amazon.

As a writer, I think by most metrics, other than exclusivity (which I address below under Business Reasons), Amazon’s KDP platform clearly out-performs the other arenas.

But two things happened that finally changed my mind, and propelled me to consolidate most (but not all yet) my work on one platform.

One was business related, and the other, and more decisive, was, even surprising to me, personal.

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Business Reasons

Hugh Howey, in an article on his site entitled, Ruminations on Exclusivity, laid out the most reasoned line of thoughts I’ve come across yet, why being exclusive on Amazon to gain access to Kindle Unlimited (KU) and other features, may out-weigh being diversified across more platforms.

It’s not perfect. One can still argue that most of what he argues is true because of his own special position: best selling author already, benefits from algorithms earned from being a best seller, and being able to try KU while still being on other platforms (for a limited test time).

So not enough, in itself, to sway me.

But there was one particular point, that dove-tailed into things happening in my personal life.

That was being able to concentrate one’s time and efforts into one channel – not having to duplicate efforts across different outlets – not diluting one’s marketing and time.

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This Time It’s Personal

This summer, my wife Sheila and I returned to Vermont after nearly two years.

We had moved to her home state a few years back, stayed about a year and a half, took a five week detour in Pairs, and returned to Austin in my home state of Texas, nearly two years ago. Love’s Travels – Vermont Paris Austin, listed at the top of the page, is a photo-memoir in short but fun form. A sample on my site is here.

In that time since our return, I was very happy to enroll all my titles anywhere they could be sold. I especially welcomed being able to list on Scribd, and be part of one of the country’s first highly visible subscription plans.

My long time nearly decade long experience with Netflix told me I would really enjoy participating in an ebook subscription plan, as a reader and a writer.

I was thrilled then, when Kindle Unlimited also appeared. But it required exclusivity to participate.

So I continued with promoting my titles on each site, keeping track of all the links and urls for their outlet locations. To save time and effort, except for one or two titles so I could keep my accounts, I consolidated everything through Smashwords.

That helped.

But each outlet still needed hyping.

File copies would corrupt and need re-formatting.

Glitches and accidents happened and whole lists of titles needed redoing or re-sending.

Twitter, Google+, Facebook, Tumbler, Stumbleupon, and many others, needed individual mentions for each title on each platform. I had become immersed in online media splatter so to speak. And it was wearing me out. Though I didn’t realize it. It was taking time from fitness and relaxing, and I didn’t even have time to notice that.

Until Sheila and I took our very over-due trip back to Vermont.

I had a self-imposed goal to finish and upload for pre-order, my first thriller (listed below), to be avaiable, by my birthday.

Two thousand miles later, I was surrounded by green mountains (Austin was still summer barren brown), temperatures twenty or more degrees cooler, and an availability of senior fitness and social venues that shame a city thirty times its size.

Something had to give.

I stopped my rat race treadmill effort to constantly keep all my platform outlets up to date in social media.

My wife and I road bikes for the first time in almost five years (and the bike trail in Burlington is equal to Austin’s Hike and Bike Trail around Lady Bird Lake).

We took a bus on a senior pass to fitness classes together 2-4 times a week.

I enjoyed finishing my new book, my first thriller.

We breathed. And I caught my breath.

When we returned to Austin (still struggling, today, to stay below the 90s), I resumed my everyday work with my titles in social media. Didn’t have fitness classes to easily go to anymore. And had few places to safely ride a bicycle (if I had one.) I easily and quickly became depressed. Or maybe down :-) I think it might be unfair to categorize what I felt as depressed.

I discussed it with my wife, I debated within myself, and I even spoke to my favorite customer service person, Alison at Scribd, and finally made the painful, but necessary, decision: I would pull all but a handful of titles, and concentrate my time and promotion in one spot. And regain what I’d forgotten was – the actual passage of my life – time.

Kindle Unlimited was the obvious best choice for me.

An ebook subscription program, wide availability and access for readers, even easy advertising via Goodreads.

This evening, I will walk, for the first time in Austin, to a relatively nearby yoga class and try it out.

I’ve plans to try a morning or evening boot camp, also nearby, but not close enough to walk.

Maybe I’ll get a bicycle for Christmas. :-)

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One Night in the Hill Country – a Suspense Thriller

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My first thriller, One Night in the Hill Country, is now ready in PreOrder for release on October 19th, my birthday. :-)

Updated with its final draft, my registration copy was uploaded to the Library of Congress.

The final file copy has also been updated on Amazon.

If you would like to read the first eight chapters, a 3000 word sample (approx 10%) is also available on my site.

My blurb reads :

In “One Night in the Hill Country,” a suspense thriller, Sam (Samantha) takes four young cousins to the Texas Hill Country to search for a kitten, visit some vineyards, and enjoy a Saturday afternoon. They encounter a mis-guided effort by brother and sister, Rolf and Tara, to use illegal immigrant children as bait to catch men who would abuse those children. Cultures clash and mesh among the children, while the adults play for life and death.

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Story Sample plus Links : Grandma and Grandpa @ Dirty Sixth Street – Family Short Story #ATX

29 Sep

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Family Short Story #ATX

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September 29, 2014

Categories : Story Samples plus Links

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Austin Texas : PhotoPoem # 6 – Spring Time Along the Lake

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Sample Chapters & Links – My Blog Series

Though each digital outlet usually has a preview capability, what is previewed to the reader varies tremendously.

Some outlets have pre-determined unalterable percents, and some, like Smashwords, allows the writer to set the percent, which then is passed on to where the book is distributed. But even then, the receiving retailer may have their own set limits.

What I want to be able to present to a reader, is at least 10% of the actual content.

Of the story. Or photo-memoir. Or photography. Or poetry.

This new series on my site allows me that.

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Grandma and Grandpa @ Dirty Sixth Street

Synopsis

A fun touching family story involving grandparents and grandchildren.

With memories of days they were as young as the teens and twenty-somethings crowding the streets of Austin, Grandma and Grandpa go out into SXSW to meet their grandchildren, and see if the music was still as much fun now as it was then. (smiles)

5300 story words.

21 standard pages.

Set in Austin Texas during SXSW.

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Sample

Grandma and Grandpa @ Dirty Sixth Street

Barricaded across its side streets, the full width of Sixth Street was left open to pedestrians. Dirty Sixth Street, as some of the residents called it. Even during SXSW.

Arturo marveled.

It had been less than half an hour since he and Rosetta had left the relative quiet of one of their children’s homes, south of the river. Rapidly losing its smaller original homes to custom rebuilds, the treed Bouldin neighborhood had what their grandchildren called, an Austin identity.

Arturo chuckled, remembering how the six grandchildren then had bickered over which of the many identities, like the hike and bike greenbelts, Barton Springs, the rising towers downtown, the blues clubs, was “the” Austin identity.

Rosetta tugged at Arturo’s arm.

“Let’s get off the sidewalk, too crowded,” she half shouted.

Arturo couldn’t make out what she said in the low din of music spilling from doorways and windows. The light crush of people smiling around them soothed him. Calmer, he caught Rosetta’s nod and eye directing them into the open street.

He nodded, elbowing them politely through a wall of milling young people.

“Excuse me…”

“So sorry…”

“Oops…”

The crowd of teens and early twenty-somethings saw Arturo, easily nearly half a century older than any of them, a thin arm stretched behind him, towing Rosetta. Her free hand clasped tightly to her loose floppy hat atop her head. The teens, grinning as they squeezed together, parted to let them reach the open street. Soon the two seniors were off the sidewalks and past the barricades.

“Such nice children,” said Rosetta.

Arturo nodded again, figured he should say something. Rosetta liked people to talk with her when she spoke to them.

“Yeah, good kids.”

He was focused on not being surprised by that one or two that weren’t so good. Despite the side by side shields of uniformed police, stationed quietly at each corner, bright in the early afternoon light.

Like driving, Arturo thought, vaguely remembering the Texas State Trooper commercial, half a century ago: best to not be dead right. He noticed only one wanna-be thug, head bobbing to the beats all around them.

Arturo spied where they were going.

“There!” He pointed through a blur of bodies criss-crossing ahead.

Rosetta and Arturo had arrived where they were to meet their six grandchildren.

A bored but patient line of teens, waiting to get into the venue, hugged the thick roughly cut limestone wall edging the sidewalk. Phones hung limply on their hands.  All possible communication already exhausted, thought an already tiring Rosetta, half smiling.  She’d gotten a new knee in Vermont, before returning to Texas.  But the rest of her was original issue, and felt it.

They scanned the line.

“Where’s the kids?” asked Rosetta.

“Inside?” a nervous Arturo answered.

The children all had VIP passes, courtesy of Cherise and Antone, brother and sister, and oldest of their six grandchildren. They were probably already inside.

Getting in wasn’t what made Arturo nervous.  Finding them was.  They might have to text, he worried.  The crowd was already thick as the sound inside. Two men, wide as the width of the stone doorway, asked Rosetta and Arturo if they were with Antone and Cherise.

“How’d ya’ll know that?” Arturo asked, thinking something had happened.

Rosetta stood mute, holding her breath.

“No offense, sir,” said the man to their right. “Ya’ll are the only grandparent-looking people we’ve seen all day.”

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Links to : Grandma and Grandpa @ Dirty Sixth Street

Note: Things digital seem to be changing more each day (vs settling down), and some online outlets have had sporadic problems with downloads, links, and accessibility. In addition, as events evolve, it may have become necessary for me to either remove an outlet, or settle on just one I can depend on.

If all else fails, please contact me for availability : yoga (dot) adan (at) gmail (dot) com .

Updates are also posted on my Samples Page on my site.

Amazon – currently (092614) exclusive on Kindle Unlimited

Barnes & Noble

iTunes

Kobo

Oyster

Scribd

Smashwords

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namaste´- con dios – god be with you

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Story Sample plus Links : Eiffel Tower Pose on Family Yoga Day – Grandparents with Grandchildren, in Paris

28 Sep

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Grandparents with Grandchildren, in Paris

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Eiffel Tower Pose on Family Yoga Day

Currently free and exclusive on Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DZAMU6O

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Grandparents with Grandchildren, in Paris

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September 28, 2014

Categories : Story Samples plus Links

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Related Articles :

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Story Sample plus Links : Love’s Travels – Vermont Paris Austin (Images & Poetry of Love Shared)

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Sample Chapters & Links – My Blog Series

Though each digital outlet usually has a preview capability, what is previewed to the reader varies tremendously.

Some outlets have pre-determined unalterable percents, and some, like Smashwords, allows the writer to set the percent, which then is passed on to where the book is distributed. But even then, the receiving retailer may have their own set limits.

What I want to be able to present to a reader, is at least 10% of the actual content.

Of the story. Or photo-memoir. Or photography. Or poetry.

This new series on my site allows me that.

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Eiffel Tower Pose on Family Yoga Day

Synopsis

Fun and unexpected things almost always happen when grandparents and grandchildren get together. More so for an outing. And especially so for yoga in Paris.

3550 story words.

14 standard pages.

Set in Paris.

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Sample

No sense of early winter’s cold, frosting the glass outside, touched her.

Silently, like silk, a view of the Eiffel Tower, outside the massive clear window behind her, oblivious so many were watching, she ran the flat of her foot up, slowly, along the inside of her other leg, held calmly, taut to the floor.  Her arms seemed released by the sensations she felt, her legs bare, her arms unfurling above her head, rising to meet the muted, early evening light.

Opening her eyes, she welcomed the strangers staring at her.

Her modest, thin-stretch outfit, breathed and smiled with her.

Family yoga class had begun.

This was fun already!

Blooming in tree pose, the instructor confirmed Arturo’s and Rosetta’s decision, themselves senior fitness instructors, to try the experimental, once-a-month, family yoga class, while they were still all there, visiting in Paris.

In an impossibly rare treat, they were enjoying the time between the big holidays, Thanksgiving and Christmas, together in Paris.

Including Arturo and his wife Rosetta, their six grandchildren and a young friend, the family from Texas filled a third of the bare, but massive clean room.  Several young French families, with infants and small children, filled another third of the space, leaving ample room to move and stretch.

Arturo and Rosetta glanced around the room, deciding where each would stand, and best watch the children.  And maybe, get to yoga also.  The extended trip with their grandchildren, plus one grown child and his wife, the latter two happily holed up in their hotel room, alone, was the thrill of a lifetime.  Maybe several lifetimes.  Rosetta and Arturo were tired.  But wanted to “yoga their bodies,” as their youngest grandchild, Zilker, so happily put it.

The two grandparents, low impact fitness buffs, had promised the grandkids they would enjoy it, and learn more about staying fit. Now doubts crowded both their minds. They glanced around once more.

Dance mirrors lined two walls.  In one, Arturo saw Antone, the oldest of the grandchildren, playfully pulling ten year old Buzz, Zilker’s older brother, off the much too-tempting dangling vines of yoga straps, hanging sturdily from the ceiling.

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Links to : Eiffel Tower Pose on Family Yoga Day

Note: Things digital seem to be changing more each day (vs settling down), and some online outlets have had sporadic problems with downloads, links, and accessibility. In addition, as events evolve, it may have become necessary for me to either remove an outlet, or settle on just one I can depend on.

If all else fails, please contact me for availability : yoga (dot) adan (at) gmail (dot) com .

Updates are also posted on my Samples Page on my site.

Amazon – currently (092514) exclusive on Kindle Unlimited

Barnes & Noble

iTunes

Kobo

Oyster

Scribd

Smashwords

*

namaste´- con dios – god be with you

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Sheila & Adan

Sheila & Adan

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YouTube Videos

List of My Author Pages


*** INTEGRATING YOGA FITNESS AND THE ARTS

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Story Sample plus Links : Love’s Travels – Vermont Paris Austin (Images & Poetry of Love Shared)

27 Sep

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Vermont Paris Austin (Images & Poetry of Love Shared)

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Love’s Travels – Vermont Paris Austin

Currently exclusive and free on Kindle Unlimited.

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Original fiction, photo-memoirs, and poetry by Felipe Adan Lerma

Available via subscription, direct purchase, or library.

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“the intent of this blog is to incrementally build a body of thought that works toward integrating various topics, yoga, fitness, and the arts – it’s a process…”


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Site Areas

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Love’s Travels -

Vermont Paris Austin

(Images & Poetry of Love Shared)

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September 27, 2014

Categories : Story Samples plus Links

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Related Articles :

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Texas to Vermont – Finishing Up, On to Paris, then Back to Texas

Story Sample plus Links : Dirty Sixth Street, Austin – Light Crime Mystery

Paris in 5 1/2 Weeks : Bastille, Promenade Plantee, and Small Streets – Day 14

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Sample Chapters & Links – My Blog Series

Though each digital outlet usually has a preview capability, what is previewed to the reader varies tremendously.

Some outlets have pre-determined unalterable percents, and some, like Smashwords, allows the writer to set the percent, which then is passed on to where the book is distributed. But even then, the receiving retailer may have their own set limits.

What I want to be able to present to a reader, is at least 10% of the actual content.

Of the story. Or photo-memoir. Or photography. Or poetry.

This new series on my site allows me that.

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Love’s Travels : Vermont Paris Austin

Synopsis

A personal memoir photo-poem of my wife Sheila and I migrating back to Texas from Vermont via Paris.

900 story-poem.

14 original images.

Settings in Vermont Paris Austin.

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Sample, approx 10%

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Vermont

1 a fall leaves & lake DSCI4950
Red leaves.

Brown, brittle, and crinkly

had wound down

to winter.

Snow

sat quietly amid the silence.

It let my heart rest.

It let me best

see

where your eyes gazed.

Searching

among the scattered logs -

fallen forgotten footsteps in the woods

struggling for some light.

It’s in the clearing

we see

as we spot

a

a light, a space of blue.

The water of Lake Champlain is

heavy.

Mist rising smoothing the surface water

frozen over -

fish beneath scurrying in their dreamy

hibernation.

Your gaze

I catch in a glint of light

promises to keep me warm.

1 sunset sillouettes vermont

We

wonder

how air so dry

can feel so wet.

A fuzzy ice

forms

along our lips.

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Other images of course, include Paris and Austin. And there’s more Vermont pictures too (smiles).
A recent four star review on Amazon reads :
“Love’s Travels is one of the best books/poetry I’ve read recently. The rhythm of the words with the incredible photos creates a lovely picture of love shared. Mr. Lerma paints a beautiful story. I highly recommend this book. “
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Links to : Love’s Travels : Vermont Paris Austin

Note: Things digital seem to be changing more each day (vs settling down), and some online outlets have had sporadic problems with downloads, links, and accessibility. In addition, as events evolve, it may have become necessary for me to either remove an outlet, or settle on just one I can depend on.

If all else fails, please contact me for availability : yoga (dot) adan (at) gmail (dot) com .

Updates are also posted on my Samples Page on my site.

Amazon – currently (092614) exclusive on Kindle Unlimited

Barnes & Noble

iTunes

Kobo

Oyster

Scribd

Smashwords

*

namaste´- con dios – god be with you

*

Sheila & Adan

Sheila & Adan

**

YouTube Videos

List of My Author Pages


*** INTEGRATING YOGA FITNESS AND THE ARTS

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Story Sample plus Links : Dirty Sixth Street, Austin – Light Crime Mystery

25 Sep

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Dirty Sixth Street, Austin – Light Crime Mystery

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Dirty Sixth Street, Austin

Currently exclusive and free on Kindle Unlimited.

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Original fiction, photo-memoirs, and poetry by Felipe Adan Lerma

Available via subscription, direct purchase, or library.

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“the intent of this blog is to incrementally build a body of thought that works toward integrating various topics, yoga, fitness, and the arts – it’s a process…”


***

Site Areas

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Fitness ** Arts ** eBooks

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Story Sample plus Links :

Dirty Sixth Street, Austin – Light Crime Mystery

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September 25, 2014

Categories : Story Samples plus Links

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Related Articles :

Dirty Sixth Street, Austin – A Light Crime Mystery Laced with Humor (Short Story)

Poetry in Fiction, Samples – Grandma and Grandpa in the Latin Quarter

“Grandma” – Original Family Poetry

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Sample Chapters & Links – My Blog Series

Though each digital outlet usually has a preview capability, what is previewed to the reader varies tremendously.

Some outlets have pre-determined unalterable percents, and some, like Smashwords, allows the writer to set the percent, which then is passed on to where the book is distributed. But even then, the receiving retailer may have their own set limits.

What I want to be able to present to a reader, is at least 10% of the actual content.

Of the story. Or photo-memoir. Or photography. Or poetry.

This new series on my site allows me that.

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Dirty Sixth Street, Austin

Synopsis

Sam (Samantha) is visiting Austin from New England. Thinking of moving. Works with the police helping children in trauma. And comes across the six cousins in much of my Texas and Paris fiction. The youngest boy, Zilker, has been robbed, and she wants to help out. In the process, she learns much about herself, her young new friends, and a special party section of Austin, Texas. Oh, and solves the crime. (smiles)

7850 story words.

31+ standard pages.

Set in Austin Texas.

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Sample

Gun shot muted, I winced – the victim’s eye winking on the bullet’s side of entry.

His head sway-blurred away, even as time slowed.

A few giggles from three drunk bozos broke my attention from the film. But my eye stayed trained on the slow motion, impact exit as screen went dark.

“This is war footage,” the trim tall, crime sensitivity host at the seminar said, reminding us again of the obvious. Probably required to.

“But -” he stopped on the low stage. Centering himself before the three seated men, snorkeling down their laughs, coughing up contraband popcorn we’d been told not to bring into the auditorium. The City of Austin’s Convention Center looked new and clean, and they’d made it clear they wanted to keep it that way. I liked that.

I hadn’t made it down to Texas to see and listen to corrupt versions of my computer genius brother Matt. He’d be especially glad he’d stayed in Vermont. A few years my younger, full time geek, recovering from a skiing accident, and stuck in chair for a good while, he wouldn’t be in a mood to deal with these guys.

“Buutttt,” the speaker staccato sprayed, like a muted automatic, silencing the kindergarten cops slouching a few seats down from me, “the day I don’t feel something, seeing somebody become..just a body, then boys, that’s the day I leave my badge, right here,” and he slapped his Texas star down on the podium. Hard.

Then picked it back up, and slip pinned it in front of his heart.

No anymore giggles.

Last time I’d let myself think about those kind of words, not ever wanting myself to forget what it felt like, seeing people die, and felt it really hard, I’d followed the Swat team through a body count into a school after they’d put a mass shooter down. Even though I was a cop, that’s when my real job began, working with the children left in fear, still alive.

Even Matt had said this law enforcement convention and job interview would do me good. Throw in a chance to take in some warmer air before the northeast winter set in, and I’d been ready to go.

“Look,” he’d said, chewing a half bagel heaped with cream cheese in one chomp, “they have a class on desensitizing. It’s not, not feeling,” he’d added. “Just, well,” he took a smaller bite from the second half, “like you tell the kids, it’s coping.”

Half a second after seeing myself coping by being his female twin in lifestyle, the two of us ordering mix and match personal pizzas from the large size column on the menu, I knew he was right. I had to leave.

I called Matt as I left the building in Austin. Like I’d promised.

He answered in one ring. “Hello, Darling.”

It was an old joke, “Hello, Darling,” as kids.

He sounded like static gone wild in a chip factory.

“What are you doing? Eating with your cell in one hand?”

“Both,” he laughed. “Hands free, blue tooth!”

“I’m heading out for a walk.”

“That’s why you called!”

“No. Just jumpy.”

Silence. I hated when he waited me out like that.

“That’s all,” I told him, “just need some air.”

He ignored what I was saying.

“So the films help? You know. Seeing how it works to -”

“Yeah, yeah, know all that. Shoot true, and the bullet’s faster than they can think, or feel. They splatter without any pain. That doesn’t help me feel much better about it.”

“I know Sam,” Matt said softer. “Take that walk.”

“I’m already going out the door -”

Clop, clop, clop.

“Oh shit! What’s that Sam!”

“Some cops on horses.”

“Horses! Oh shit Sam! Whadda you got yourself into down there?”

“I don’t know, but ninety degrees in early October, must be the hell I always was afraid I’d end up in. Warmer it isn’t. Hotter it is.”

Matt laughed.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to tell you about that part,” and he laughed again and hung up.

Still, I thought, if I end up getting the job, and moving down here, this’ll be what it is.

And he’s moving down here with me, I chuckled.

Outside the convention center, two attached sections of passenger train, both ends looking like the front, whistled as it pulled out. I went the other way, toward a corner where the horse cops crossed and people and surreys were passing back and forth along all four directions.

It may not’ve been quaint Church Street in Vermont, or Times Square, where I also worked for awhile, but it sure was busy. And not just big city busy.

Wild west busy.

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Links to : Dirty Sixth Street, Austin

Note: Things digital seem to be changing more each day (vs settling down), and some online outlets have had sporadic problems with downloads, links, and accessibility. In addition, as events evolve, it may have become necessary for me to either remove an outlet, or settle on just one I can depend on.

If all else fails, please contact me for availability : yoga (dot) adan (at) gmail (dot) com .

Updates are also posted on my Samples Page on my site.

Amazon – currently (092514) exclusive on Kindle Unlimited

Barnes & Noble

iTunes

Kobo

Oyster

Scribd

Smashwords

*

namaste´- con dios – god be with you

*

Sheila & Adan

Sheila & Adan

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YouTube Videos

List of My Author Pages


*** INTEGRATING YOGA FITNESS AND THE ARTS

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20 Sep

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Lunch with Grandma and Grandpa – Family Short Story

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September 20, 2014

Categories : Story Samples plus Links

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Sample Chapters & Links – My Blog Series

Though each digital outlet usually has a preview capability, what is previewed to the reader varies tremendously.

Some outlets have pre-determined unalterable percents, and some, like Smashwords, allows the writer to set the percent, which then is passed on to where the book is distributed. But even then, the receiving retailer may have their own set limits.

What I want to be able to present to a reader, is at least 10% of the actual content.

Of the story. Or photo-memoir. Or photography. Or poetry.

This new series on my site allows me that.

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Lunch with Grandma and Grandpa

Synopsis

A fun touching family story involving grandparents and grandchildren.

Grandma and Grandpa initially take four of their six grandchildren to lunch. When that doesn’t work out as planned, with lots of quirky family and Austin moments along the way, they go back home, get the other two grandkids, and walk to a nearby restaurant. Where more family stuff happens.

The short story is broken into segments, allowing multiple point-of-views and scene change perspectives.

8900 story words.

36 standard pages.

Set in Austin Texas.

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Sample

Arturo had his youngest daughter’s SUV. Katarina didn’t mind. Arturo and Rosetta were taking her two boys, Buzz and Zilker, to lunch. With a promise, courtesy of Katarina’s husband, of freshly baked homemade bread and desserts on their return. He and Katarina would meet the returning lunch bunch at the tweens’ house.

Yes, Simone and Tabitha, her brother’s two tween girls, would also be tagging along; but, Katarina smiled, that was her parents’ good fortune, or problem, depending how the combined “lunch” with Buzz and Zilker went.

Katarina watched through a front window, the curtain discretely pulled aside, as Arturo began pulling out of the drive, looking both ways, more times, and much longer, she smiled again, than it would have taken to just pull out and go. One of the boys, then the other, saw her watching, waved, and they were gone, as Arturo finally, but swiftly, swung west onto the road and headed toward her brother Arthur’s house to get the tweens.

She felt herself relax the grip she had on the kitchen towel, tightly gripped in both hands. Smiled more distantly, wondering what adventures they might encounter with their grandparents this time, and returned to her kitchen. This would be a good time, she thought, languishing in the quiet beginning to fill the house, to clean the burners.
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Noon traffic, from Travis Heights to nearby Bouldin neighborhood, was already dense with hungry drivers. Mostly students returning for the new fall semester at one of Austin’s many colleges. And Simone and Tabitha, the two young boys’ older tween cousins, still needed picking up. Though several restaurants and food courts were within walking distance of the girls’ house, the children had quickly decided, and declared, they’d rather “go” somewhere.

The kids’ parents thought it was a big bother driving elsewhere, the children thought it was an adventure, and Rosetta and Arturo thought it might be fun. It was like raising their children all over again, but without the day-to-day, minute-to-minute responsibilities. An aging gracefully cliché the two grandparents agreed was worth keeping.

Having learned to Skype the year before, while in Paris, the family had quickly conference called to arrange the luncheon outing. Arturo and Rosetta had learned in Paris, one noisy Skype call among the children, was worth a dozen separate pass-along, misunderstood, individual phone calls and texts.

“Walking to Mercado or Torchy’s is going some where,” Arturo had laughed, arguing playfully.

“Noooo, Grandpa!” Simone had protested.

“We live here, Grandpa, let’s go somewhere,” Tabitha had added.

“Tell him, Grandma,” Zilker had chimed in.

Buzz, who had been unusually silent, had given a little cough. He had just learned his two oldest cousins weren’t tagging along. Antone and Cherise, having learned in advance their four younger cousins were all going, seemed to have a sudden strange mixture of headaches, allergy flair-ups, not being hungry, and, “uh..other plans.”

“Why aren’t Cherise and Antone really coming?” asked Buzz, as Simone and Tabitha approached the vehicle.

“Hey,” Simone said, before either Arturo or Rosetta could answer. “We ride shotguns in the real seats. You guys get in the back.”

“No fair!”

Rosetta cut off the easily anticipated spat.

“Girls, get in the back. You can ride the middle seats on the way back.”

Simone frog-poked Buzz in the biceps, and bumped him with one slim hip as she scrambled over to the back folding seats with Tabitha.

“Where’s Cherise?” asked Tabitha.

“And Antone?” added Simone.

Rosetta half turned in her seat to glance at her four youngest grandchildren.

“You know where. They’re..busy.”

“Uh huh.”

“Yeah? We’re busy too!” added Buzz.

“Don’t sulk,” Arturo said.

Buzz shrugged, turning his head sideways then up, twisting his lips a mock effort of not sulking.

Zilker, watching, saw Simone and Tabitha share a smile, as Rosetta winked at Arturo.

“Maybe…” Rosetta said quietly, Arturo turning off Bouldin Ave and onto a very crowded Barton Springs Road, “…Buzz could be Antone. Just for today.”

Simone and Tabitha dropped their shared smiles.

“What?”

“Your kidding, right Grandma?”

Rosetta looked from girl to girl, then to Buzz and Arturo, and back to the girls.

“It’s ok, Grandma,” Buzz said. “No one can be Antone but Antone.”

She gave her second youngest grandchild a sad but firm smile.

“Maybe you’re right,” she whispered into the car.

Eyes firmly on the road, Arturo added, “He’ll come next time,” braking to avoid rear-ending a white car cutting him off. Glancing in the rearview, he saw another car tailgating him, the driver’s head bent down, as if reading something, and saw Tabitha and Simone turned toward him, waiting with wide eyes.

Arturo forced a smile, remembering, not to leave anyone out. “And Cherise.”

The promise of reuniting the six cousins seemed to calm everyone: the girls, the boys, Rosetta, and the traffic. Even the girl driving behind them, hair billowing toward her open window, seemed to have pulled back a touch and was looking straight ahead.

After the family’s extended stay in Paris the previous fall, and the six children’s robbery adventure on Sixth Street in Austin, the four younger cousins were clearly missing having Cherise and Antone, their semi-protectors, aboard.

A car in the lane to the left of them, honked, made a U-turn.

Arturo muttered but kept his eyes forward.

Traffic was slowly lurching forward.

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Note: Things digital seem to be changing more each day (vs settling down), and some online outlets have had sporadic problems with downloads, links, and accessibility. In addition, as events evolve, it may have become necessary for me to either remove an outlet, or settle on just one I can depend on.

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Happy National Grandparents Day! – 2014

7 Sep

lunch with grandma and grandpa medHappy National Grandparents Day!

2014

With much thanks and gratitude to our five grandchildren :-)

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Pictured left, “Lunch with Grandma and Grandpa”

Currently free and exclusive on Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LZ7WRE4

Sample below.

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Happy National Grandparents Day!

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Nothing much defines a grandparent as well as the grandchildren they interact with :-)

For  more information and history on the holiday, begun by Marian McQuade, check out the site grandparents-day.com.

And I’d like to say I remembered this holiday on my own, I didn’t. But I was reminded by my email alerts from National Day Calendar.

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An example of my grandparents / grandchildren fiction in short story, is “Lunch with Grandma and Grandpa.”

Currently exclusive and free on Kindle Unlimited.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LZ7WRE4

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Other Grandma, Grandpa, Grandparents stories

Story Sample plus Links : Grandma and Grandpa @ Dirty Sixth Street – Family Short Story #ATX

Story Sample plus Links : Eiffel Tower Pose on Family Yoga Day – Grandparents with Grandchildren, in Paris

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I’m Experimenting Again : Lunch with Grandma and Grandpa – Short Chapter Shifts

22 Aug

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Lunch with Grandma and Grandpa -
Short Chapter Shifts

New direction my creative work is going.

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Lunch with Grandma and Grandpa

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Original fiction, photo-memoirs, and poetry by Felipe Adan Lerma

Available via subscription, direct purchase, or library.

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I’m Experimenting Again

Lunch with Grandma and Grandpa

Short Chapter Shifts

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Categories : Bio Updates

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Related Articles :

Processing My Fiction – Sub-Series Within a Series, Benefits & Challenges

Poetry in Fiction, Samples – Grandma and Grandpa in the Latin Quarter

Dirty Sixth Street, Austin – A Light Crime Mystery Laced with Humor (Short Story)

Short Chapters, My Growing Preference – Guest Post on Andrew Knighton site

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Intro

Several factors have led me to feel comfortable trying something new out in my fiction.

Not that trying new things is entirely new for me :-)  The related article titles above both have nice examples of creative play.

Series within series

Prose and poetry

And my first 1st-person pov fiction since the early 90s

And not that my newest book, “Grandma and Grandpa do Lunch in Austin” is new in technique to fiction itself -

I first found I liked short chapters reading a 50 page preview of one of Patterson’s books, Zoo. Couldn’t afford the ebook, so had to wait for State of Fear by Michale Crichton to get another fuller taste of this form.

And being a subscriber on Scribd, I found “lots” more of Michael’s work, including his first books, written as John Lange. http://www.scribd.com/michael5crichton

And Joe Konrath’s book “A Shot of Tequila” gave me a strong taste for scene shifting. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._A._Konrath

No, basically I’m talking about these things being new to me, esp in terms of writing my own fiction.

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Grandma and Grandpa Do Lunch in Austin

Where in previous fiction, I worked to build word-based transitions from pov to pov and scene shifts in the story (Rendezvous, Place Saint-Michel is a good example) – now, in this new story, I broaden the povs expressed, increasing the shifts in scene.

Since it’s a short story, the scene shifts are within the larger continuous scene of the story of Grandma and Grandpa taking four of the grandchildren, or trying to, to lunch :-)

I find the result similar to watching a half hour television show with multiple characters of interest, like The Middle (one of my wife and I’s favs).

Scene or pov shifts have a small space and asterisk notation.

I add the latter ( * ) because I’ve noticed that, while reading on my iPhone, if the space break between scenes or pov shift are at the bottom of the flip page, sometimes the next section seems to start immediately, and the space break isn’t apparent until you realize there’s been a shift.

Essentially then, I’m working cinematically.

I think I’ve been trying to write like that, for quite awhile. “The Old American Artist” my first novel since 1983, has short chapters and even bounces back and forth on two time-lines, the past and present, til they meet near the end of the book.

What I want to do now, is do it more cleanly, more clearly – oh, and have a lot of fun :-)

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New Mystery-Thriller Novella

As a tease (I plan to do a lot more posts on this) I’ll mention that I’ve finished the second write-through of a new novella, my first longer mystery-thriller since “Dirty Sixth Street, Austin,” which is a short story.

The new novella, possibly named “One Night in the Hill Country” has over 70 chapters and is running just under 30,000 words.

Below, are previews of both short stories mentioned earlier: “Lunch with Grandma and Grandpa” and “Dirty Sixth Street, Austin.”

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Bats Under Congress Street Bridge, Austin – Free Post, on Scribd

7 Apr

Bats Under Congress Street Bridge, AustinBats Under Congress Street Bridge, Austin – Free Post, on Scribd

Short photo story of our sunset boat bat viewing tour.  Light commentary plus links.

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Bats Under Congress Street Bridge, Austin -

Free Post, on Scribd

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Scribd posts on this site

Intro

My Scribd titles : http://www.scribd.com/adan1950_228525061

My currently available 57 titles of short stories and novels, and poetry and photopoems are now all easily accessible via Scribd’s subscription plan.

I also post individual articles, available for free, on Scribd.

They’re similar to my blog posts here, no affiliate links – the articles meant to be either fun or informative and sometimes both ;-)

I hope you enjoy the story of our trip down Lady Bird Lake to view the bats!

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Paddle Boats Under Congress Street Bridge

Paddle Boats Under Congress Street Bridge

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We weren’t on paddle boats, but had this great view from our comfortable seats on a flat boat.

Though they sure looked stable and tempting ;-)

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Other free articles I have on Scribd are :

Going to SXSW in Our 60s

Love’s Travels – Extra Austin Images ( go SXSW!)

Image Extra : American Robins Arriving in Vermont – First Swoop of Spring, A Photo Memoir

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Other Texas related titles, via Scribd’s subscription plan :

(also available on major online outlets)

Texas Shorts Vol 1

At the Beach

The Concert

The Slumber Party

The Old American Artist

Love Before the Fourth of July

Dirty Sixth Street, Austin

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Grandma and Grandpa @ SXSW – in progress

My Author Page on Scribd : http://www.scribd.com/adan1950_228525061

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Going to SXSW in Our 60s – Free Post, on Scribd

19 Mar
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Going to SXSW in Our 60s – Free Post, on Scribd

A short humorous photo story with links and light commentary.

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Cover page for :

Going to SXSW in Our 60s

Available on Scribd

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Going to SXSW in Our 60s -

Free Post, on Scribd

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Scribd posts on this site

Intro

My Scribd titles : http://www.scribd.com/felipe4adan4lerma

My currently available 56 titles of short stories and novels, and poetry and photopoems are now all easily accessible via Scribd’s subscription plan.

I also post individual articles, available for free, on Scribd.

They’re similar to my blog posts here, no affiliate links, either fun or informative and sometimes both ;-)

I hope you enjoy the story of our trip into SXSW!

The Old and the New, Sixth Street Austin

On Old Pecan Street, aka East Sixth Street

We saw a little of the old and a little of the new and a lot of the crowds as we made our way down Sixth Street :-)

http://www.scribd.com/doc/212902891/Going-to-SXSW-in-Our-60s

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Other articles I have on Scribd are :

Love’s Travels – Extra Austin Images ( go SXSW!)

Image Extra : American Robins Arriving in Vermont – First Swoop of Spring, A Photo Memoir

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Other Texas related titles :

Texas Shorts Vol 1

At the Beach

The Concert

The Old American Artist

Love Before the Fourth of July

Dirty Sixth Street, Austin

Grandma and Grandpa @ SXSW – in progress

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Sheila & Adan

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