Dwarf Printing

As a first-time author, I’m trying to decide whether to go with a subsidy publisher (one with a good reputation), just to give the book an in-print chance, or to wait another year to see if an agent or standard royalty publisher takes an interest. Could I do both, since I would still hold the rights with the print-on-demand subsidy publisher?

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Read this short story and tell me what you think, only looking for honest answers regardless of good or bad?
Read this short story and tell me what you think, only looking for honest answers regardless of good or bad?
Run way model

The atmosphere in the changing room was electric, though somewhat hectic and chaotic. But I felt somewhat at home in this fast pacing room.
Models shouting “hurry I am next” or “who took my platforms”.
There were even two models who were fighting over who was to wear the new Louise vuitton pink diamond dress.
For the first time in my life I felt part of something great and was enjoying taking it all in. until that stupid good for nothing hairdresser Margo came over to me and start pulling my hair telling me she had to fix it up.
As much as I wanted to slap her I had to remain composed I did not need to start off on a bad note. After all I could tell that this was the start of something big for me. I could almost taste the success that was to come my way.

It all started three weeks ago for me I was looking through the vogue magazine I had just bought on the way home to my apartment, when I spotted it.
A competition to take part as a run-model in the next big show, which was promoting the latest clothing line from Louise vuitton.
I filled it out instantly and sent it by post, if I got this it could completely change my life, I had thought to myself. Two weeks later I was called in to do an interview for it.
I was in the waiting room with thirty other girls all glaring at one another and trying to suss out the competition.
I took no part in this stupid game, besides I had nothing to fear after all who could resist my charms once I walk into that room with the judging panel they won’t know what hit them!

When my name was called out to go into the judging panel all eyes were on me as I stood up. If looks could kill I would be only dust and ash by now.
I walked proudly regardless of the looks I was getting, into the room where three judges were seated two women and one man.
As soon as I sat down the interrogation begun. They were throwing questions at me from all sides of the room.
And then they said “you do realize that this is going to be a lot harder than it looks”?
“Oh, I know and that is why I am determined to put my best into this, no matter what”.
They seemed pleased with the answer as they looked at one another and grind.
Sure how hard could it be after all, it was only walking down the cat walk and changing you outfit a few times. If anything the interview was probably the hardest part. They finished by saying they would be in touch with me soon.
Yes, yes I couldn’t help but say to myself as I walked out of the room.

True to their word they were I got a call the next morning to say I was one of two girls who had been chosen. I was like a mad woman once I hung up the phone jumping around from settee to settee in my apartment. I was just so excited.

Before I knew it I was up next. Oh yes, this was my moment to dazzle everyone with my presence and walk. “Move outta the way Naomi Campbell and Kate moss, ms Eliza Heppner is on her way”. I couldn’t help but think this in my head. This was my only chance to show people what I was made of. What I was capable of, I could be better than any model out her tonight and I was going to show exactly how.

Once I stepped out on to the run walk all I could see was a blur of people, camera men and of course that stupid light that nearly blinded me. I got myself together and began my walk strutting myself and holding my head up high for all to be mesmerised by.
Everything seemed to be going so well, it was so silent I couldn’t hear a thing as I continued to walk. My presence must have really done something to the audience they were speechless.
As I continued walking I suddenly heard something tearing, I could hear the piercing sounds of people “awing”. Some even had their hands to their mouths my feet automatically went from under me. The sudden pain ripped through my body like I was being sliced apart.
The last thing I remember was getting back up with all the strength I had left and walking as fast as I could backstage to get an earful from Margo and Damien. “You stupid, stupid girl you had ruined the show Erick is going to be absolutely horrified, why did you not tie the straps on you heels.”
All I could think was how selfish these people were they did not care about me or any of the models. All they cared about was that the show went well.
I called for a taxi and got out of there as fast as I could I never felt such humiliation and pain and embarrassment in my whole life.

The next morning my head was still hurting but I needed to get some air so I decided to go for a walk. On the way out all I was getting was strange stares from people every where I went. Where they there last night. They must have been how else could they have known. And then I saw it on the magazine stand. Headline “drunken model trips over a ,000 dress”.
I was in shock they were accusing me of being drunk because I tripped. How crazy was that. I also could not believe that I had worn a ,000 dress. That was definitely a miss-print I thought.
I hurried back to my apartment, how could I go out any more with people looking at me in disgust. My life was ruined. When I got into the apartment I found a letter on the floor. I opened it up only to find I was being sued for the dress at ,000.
And there I was thinking I had already been through the worst part.
How wrong was I?

I have written a Southern novel, set in the 1950s, about a Mom, Dad & their two sons and five daughters, told through the eyes of the second oldest, an eleven year old girl. I have had it printed locally (on demand). What steps can I take to get it ‘noticed?’ I’ve sold a couple hundred on line, primarily via referrals. I’m told it is a wonderful, heart-warming book, but I don’t know how to proceed. I’ve very limited resources. Any suggestions? Thanks!

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1) Print journalist?
2) High School Teacher (English & Sociology)?
3) Middle School Teacher (English)?
4) can you think of any other careers relating to those?(:

Thank you!

I’ve self-published two novels and made a success of both. Here’s my perspective on self-publishing, looking past all the negativity and seeing something that authors and readers should be excited about. … self publishing published authors darryl sloan chion vanity press pod print on demand iuniverse lulu authorhouse

hey i need help. big noob at programming. ok so what happened is that i made a java program. I compiled using javac on the command prompt but after i compiled it i didn’t kno hjow to run it. Please help because i would love to program.
P.S. i made the program with notepad++
p.s.s i also made sure it was written correctly, here is a copy:
/*
Convert.class a short table of common
conversion factors.
*/

class Convertjava {

/*
* Note that the main method must be defined as
*public static void main (String []) to be called from
*the java interpreter
*/

public static void main (String args[]) {

double mi_to_km = 1.609;
double gals_to_l = 3.79;
double kg_to_lbs = 2.2;

System.out.print ("1 Mile equals\t");
System.out.print (mi_to_km);
System.out.println ("\tLiters\n");

System.out.print ("1 Gallon equals\t");
System.out.print (gals_to_l);
System.out.print ("\tLiters\n");

System.out.print ("1 Kilogram equals\t");
System.out.print (kg_to_lbs);
System.out.println ("\tPounds");
}
}

i also couldnt get this one to run:
/*
Hellow world
*/

public class helloworld {

public static void main(String[] args) {

System.out.println("Hello world!");

}

}
also, the first progam is from a book called java 1.2 how-to
the second one is from you tube

On possibly not making it to 50000 words but lessons learned anyway! On the useful software Write or Die writeordie.drwicked.com and how I have a lot to learn about fiction writing after years of non-fiction and business writing. From Joanna Penn of The Creative Penn www.TheCreativePenn.com