Dwarf Printing

Book signing on June 18th at Blackwell London. I lost my job and I liked it was the first “self published” book to be printed originally on this Espresso Book Machine in April 21st 2009 at the London Book Fair. This book prints in less than 4 minutes on this machine. This Espresso Book Machine is the only one in Europe. To see it and get this book and over 1 million title on print on demand, visit Blackwell London on Charing Cross Road.

I am about to publish my book through a print on demand service. The publisher does sell my book and pay me royalties. However, I would like to also sell my book on my own. What would be the best way to do so? Is it through starting an LLC?

I have written a book with well over 400 pages. It’s a reference book on African films. It includes the writer, director, cast and a synopsis for each film. It also includes the country of origin and some historical info on each country represented. I’m just wondering how I can go about getting a book like this published fairly quickly. I’ve been considering self publishing and print-on-demand.

The kind folks at On Demand Books allowed me to video their Espresso 2.0 POD machine in action at the O’Reilly Tools of Change Conference. From my blog at www.fonerbooks.com

Following Foot Prints
A short story by Alejandro Perez

“No,” I said, scanning the vast wilderness from the cliff-top, “it doesn’t look like there’s civilization around here for miles.”
“Perhaps,” my credulous friend announced, “There are savages.”
“Hard to believe,” I laughed, “I doubt even savages would inhabit this place. I mean, really, look at how the trees are spiked along their trunks, and how the ground is so rough; no man would dare live here.”
“Then what say you, of these prints?” he asked. The prints I had not seen. They were, in fact, the markings of human feet, though the way the toes bent awkwardly to the sides was strange.
“The tracks go into the jungle, I suggest we follow them.” I said after some deliberation.
“Are you mad?” my friend protested, “Why don’t we just try to bargain with savages a well?”
“Don’t be sarcastic with me,” I said, glowering at the fool, “If we find them, they may be able to help us.” My friend made a sound that resembled a laugh and said, “And when did you learn to speak their tongue? I say we just backtrack and find the tour group.”
“The tour group? We lost them some fifty miles ago…I don’t think we would be able to catch up.”
“Well, none the less, I am staying here. You may dig your own grave if you so desire, but I intend to live.”
I followed the tracks until they stopped at the entrance of the jungle, and looked back at my stubborn friend.
“It is a shame,” I called to him, “that I am the only one with this!” I held up a small, silver pistol that I had stowed under the bowl of my safari hat. I noticed the serious expression on his face droop to astonishment and fear. He ran down, and ended by my side.
“You, sir, are the devil, you must admit to that.” he panted.
“Aye!” I said with a hearty chuckle.
Emedietly upon entering the jungle, it was if someone had cupped their hand over the sun; the trees allowed so little light, a danger that I did not expect.
“Humph. Just wait till night, it will be darker then a black cat.” My friend said.
“I am sure, that come night we will be safe.” I answered.
“You are sure of many things my friend. Weather you are right about them, is what we have yet to discover.” My friend and I walked for hours until our limbs grew so weary that we had to rest. We found a decent clearing between the thorny trees, a spot where the moonlight was able to flood the ground.
“Shall I gather firewood?” I asked.
“You poses and axe? The answer is no, the fire would bring in the natives anyways.”
“And is that such a bad thing?” I said with a sly smile.
“Don’t joke.” my friend said sourly, turning to his side, and falling asleep. The rough ground proved immensely uncomfortable, and I soon found my back aching, and I was having to rise on a couple occasions to wipe the bugs from my skin. Finally, as my eyelids became to heavy to keep open, I drifted into a much needed but unpleasant slumber.
I awoke still in the dead of night, or maybe it was early morning. I turned to my friend, who was still on his side, and snoring quite loudly. There was rustle in the treetops, and I jumped to my feet, my legs shivering from the cold, but even more so from fear. I drew my gun, and without thinking, fired two shots into the tree nearest me. The sound of the thunder-like shots woke my friend who tumbled backwards when he tried to stand.
“By god, what’s going on!” he demanded.
“Something,” I told him, “In the trees.” He stood frozen with obvious fright, saying nothing. Then he relaxed.
“M-maybe, it is just a monkey.” he said nervously. I looked at him in disbelief but said nothing.
“Come out!” I commanded, “And you won’t get hurt.” Silence. Nothing but silence.
I stood for perhaps a minute more before I heard the muffled cry of my friend. I turned on my heels and nearly dropped my gun. Standing behind my friend with a massive hand clamped over his mouth, was a gigantic man, nearly the size of the trees. He was dressed only in a buck flap that covered his crotch, exposing his long muscular legs. His torso looked firm, a blunt knife would perhaps break if trying to penetrate him. His arms are which held my friend, one hand clasped around his mouth while the other hugged him close. The man’s face is what was most threatening. It was fixed into such a menacing smile, revealing long, jagged teeth. His eyes were as black as the night, and darting, while his ears bore giant rings the size of my fist. He wore streaks of red across his face, and his hair was tangled and uneven as it fell down behind his ears.
My friend was terrified, and had even begun to cry.
“Muush pat’ak!” the savage growled, even though I had him a gun point, “Muush pat’ak!”
“Release him, and I will not kill you!” I yelled. The savage tilted his head questioningly, then repeated the same gibberish, even louder.
“Muush pat’ak! Muush pat’ak!”
Then I fired, three

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