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internetpo:
Hi! Great people on this forum.

I need help with listing some e-books, about 10 of them, mostly children primer books (I go up, she go, up kind of books) on the following sites.
1. Scrib
2. kobobooks
3. Barnes and noble (nook)
4. Apple book
5. Amazon Kindle

Most of these books have pictures and are already in epub format. Anyone willing to help at a good price?

If you don't get anyone, you can try using "Draft2digital." They help with that for a % of your sales. It is quite easy to do yourself. I'm not tech savvy and I use them to distribute my books to all those platforms you listed above...except Amazon (I submit my books to Amazon directly by myself).

Kris25:
I buy from someone I met on fiverr... She's real good. Mostly romance but I'm venturing into self help, it going well sha

Hello...so, do you sell more with the audio format of the Romance books or the ebook format?

hizeeksheun:
The living two lives part of being a Storyteller.
You live yours and that of your characters.

Yeah. That's why some writers have multiple personalities.

NoChill:
Truly speaking, as a writer before I start any story or script, I will first act out the scene by myself alone behind closed doors. At that moment I am the hero, the villain, a man, a woman, a child or even a multitude of people.

Once am in the zone, my brain ceases to assimilate real world information as I am deeply immersed in my world of fiction. It is just like Astral traveling.

And truly I feel a kind of attachment to my stories.

Interesting. Thanks for this comment.

Creeza:
It's like a thin line between *sanity and insanity*...

Honestly Kayo. That's what it is...


I get so drawn into the world I'm creating and nothing else matters than racing my characters down to the finish line..Their pain becomes mine.Their goals, my bane. their flops my biggest strengths and their past my future. Even their deepest secrets hunt me daily. Like I' know a character will kill another in the next chapter and it's against my ethics to tell about it. I figure it out the hard way that it would make me a stool pigeon. And let it be I would tell myself. It's painful though lol.

Sometimes I see things I've wanted to wrIte about in fiction manifest in reality even before I pen them down..... Some kinda deja vu or crazy ass deep voodoo shit Ion know. A thin line between sanity and insanity. I hope I don't run wacko one day (Lol)


No wonder a wise man once said “ Writers are prophets”

Thanks for your comment. I'm glad I am not alone on this. I guess it is the price we have to pay for "creating" something out of nothing.

I know what I go through mentally, emotionally. physically, and psychologically while writing a story, but I want to hear from other fiction writers.

Ernest Hemingway once said, "There is nothing to writing. All you do is seat down at a typewriter and bleed." This quote best explains how I feel sometimes, and I feel a lot of other writers feel this way too while working on a story. It might sound odd to most people, but I believe if you really are a creative, you will understand this. There is the saying, "great art comes from great pain." The saying doesn't say, art comes from great pain...but GREAT ART comes from great pain.

I would like to get comments from other fiction writers out there. The way I would like to explain this further is like...fiction writers have very little filters in the brain...we let a lot in, compared to the normal person. This fuels our creativity, and also makes us have a lot of baggage in our brains. It's like walking that fine line between sanity and insanity. Once again, I believe creative people will understand what I am talking about.

When you are writing, you immerse yourself deep into that world you have created in your head. You live the life of the individual characters of your story (you are a man, a woman, a girl, a little boy, an introvert, an extrovert...). There lives are as real as real can be to you. And because the brain can't tell the difference between what is imagine and what is real, you sometimes experience some of the things you write about. That is why a Larrysun can experience multiple robberies within a short period of time because he writes great crime stories, and he is deeply immersed in that world. Or why, I can experience roller coasters of emotions in my personal life, because I write love stories.

Let me give you an experience of what I'm talking about. In 2016, I had just finished writing the last chapter of my story, Me, You, and Them : Book 2 (https://www.nairaland.com/3322331/me-book-2-romance-novelette), and i decided to travel for a party I had been invited for that I had previously turned down. Heck, I was in a celebratory mood. Long story short, I got down at Sagamu junction on the Lagos Ibadan express where my friend was meant to pick me up. Before I knew it, I had a machete to my throat. I got robbed by about half a dozen robbers. They took my phone, wallet, everything. Guess what happened in the last chapter of the story I had just completed? The main character in the book had escaped a lynching by some goons, but they later caught up with him on the express, and shot him.

I think I have written too much. lol! Please, I would love comments from fiction writers on what they think of this theory.

EvaJael:
Kayo!!!
It was a wonderful ride. You've done well as always. Greater heights await you

Amen!

honourable356:
He smile...

I just finished reading the story

This guy Kayo80 has not lost it.

Keeping his audience yearning for more---a hallmark of giant who knows his onions.

A master of short stories...

Drama,romance, action.. you name it.

You are good man.

Maintain your level..

it will one day pay off.

Best wishes!!!!

AMEN!!!

Thanks for the accolades. I appreciate it.

Tallcutie:
Just finished your two stories and I enjoyed them both. Nice work Kay. Soar High

Thanks for taking your time to read them ...and thanks for the "likes."

EkopSparoAyara:
This was a long read, a very long one..

Dapo went through a lot out there, he is now a multi-billioniare.. Am just glad he still has his family intact.

Suicide wasn't the option, Kike should have just moved to a different country like Dupe and start all over, am sure she would have found genuine love..

RIP to Mr. Cole. Until his death,he was a good man..


KAYO, I can't help but notice how your writing has improved after reading this story, believe me, you are doing well and will continue doing well..

BRAVO KAYO..

Thanks. Yeah, even though I posted this on Nairaland in 2016, I actually wrote it 11 years ago (2009), so I'm sure my writing has improved since then.

Thanks for taking time to read and comment on it.

EkopSparoAyara:
Well, thank God that mistake had been corrected before it was too late, if David was whisked away, I wonder how his mom will take it..

This very mistake is what I keep saying, what if the test results are not so correct but we're recording new cases for people who only have fever.. Anyways, let them do their job..

The kids of this 21st century are super smart, they can sense everything and anything. They'll even tell you before it happens, you can imagine Toluwani, lol..


BRAVO KAYO
THANKS FOR THIS ONE.. AM GOING TO READ THAT “IN THE WORLD OF THREE WOMEN“

"This very mistake is what I keep saying, what if the test results are not so correct but we're recording new cases for people who only have fever.. "

This is so true. Let's just pray people don't get misdiagnosed.


And yeah, "In The World of Three Women" is my longest story ever ...I hope you enjoy it.

Thanks guys. I appreciate you all.


Before I come your way again, you can take time out to read one of my first stories on Nairaland..."In the World of Three Women."

https://www.nairaland.com/3246464/world-3-women-romance-suspense

Chapter 8

They had yellow pap and akara for breakfast the next morning, which was ready by the time David woke up at 8:30 am. He was surprised she had woken up so early to cook after going to bed real late the night before. He was equally shocked that she knew how to make pap and akara, he would have pegged them a cereal breakfast kind of family.

After breakfast, they all went outside to wait for David’s mom. She had insisted on coming over, even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to gain entrance into the house. Through the little space between the gate and the wall, she was able to see and talk to her daughter for a few minutes before going back home. They were expecting the people from NCDC around mid-day. Caroline had kept in touch with them on a personal phone number one of the men had given her.

They were all in the living room watching TV when they heard a knock at the door. Caroline got up, and David had his eyes on her as she walked to the door; he liked how the sky blue jeans and white t shirt she had on fit her body. His heart skipped a beat when he heard Ahmed say the people that came yesterday had come back. It was like being about to get the result to an AIDS test. Caroline stepped out of the house, and he could hear her talking to some men. A few seconds later, they were walked into the house. The sullen look on Caroline’s face and the fact that the two NCDC men had face masks on gave him the answer to the test even before they spoke.

The men were talking now, but he couldn’t hear anything. There was a ringing in his head. He suddenly felt the strong urge to throw up. “I’m sorry…” He said as he got off the couch and rushed to the restroom. He barely made it to the toilet bowl as vomit gushed out of his mouth; he threw up pap and small chunks of undigested akara over and over. Caroline was by his side, sitting on the toilet floor as he continually threw up, till there was nothing else to throw up but water. He wondered why she wasn’t scared of getting infected, then he thought of the fact that they had kissed yesterday, and she might have thought there was no use staying away from him now. If she was going to get it, she would already have it by now.

He stood up to wash his mouth by the wash hand basin, and sat back on the cold tile floor. After a few seconds of silence, he said, “I knew it. That dream was telling me something.”
“David…” She started to say and stopped to take a deep breath. “The dream could only become a reality if you believed it.”
“What.”
“What I’m trying to say is…” She was saying and stopped when she heard voices outside the door. “I still don’t believe their result.” She said in a whisper as they got off the toilet floor and headed out to the living room.
“We are going to keep this place locked down while we take him away for treatment.” One of the men said as he got off the couch, as if signaling that it was time to go.
“Wait, what of Mr. Ayinde? Why didn’t come with you today?” Caroline asked.
“He had other things to attend to.”
“Can I see the results?”
The man laughed at Caroline before saying, “Are you questioning our competence?”
Caroline didn’t say anything back, but pulled out her phone. “I need to speak with Mr. Ayinde.” She said and started punching a number in her phone. David had been standing by Caroline’s side, but sat down on the couch closest to him. It was obvious he was exhausted.
The other man still sitting, opened a file on his lap and said, “Is your name not Anthony Johnson?”
“What? No.” David replied with a puzzled look on his face.
The man looked back down at the file. His colleague also walked over to take a squatting position by his side to examine the file. “You’re sure your name is not Anthony Ayodeji Johnson?” The man asked again.
“No. That’s not my brother’s name.” Toluwani said with a bold voice.
The men kept going through the file, looking confused. Caroline had been on the phone all the while, and then she said, “Okay, hold on” and walked over to hand the phone to the man with the file.
“Okay sir. Sorry for the mistake. We picked up the wrong file.” The man said and handed the phone back to Caroline. “I’m sorry. We’re sorry.” He said, facing David with a forced smile on his face. “My boss has confirmed your test results came out negative. We picked up a wrong file.” He said and David let out a sigh of relief.
“Sorry. We will be leaving now.” The other man said and they started making their way out of the living room. Caroline escorted them out, while Toluwani ran over to where David was seated and held him in a tight embrace with a big smile on her face. Kehlani stood opposite them, smiling with missing teeth.

..........

After the men left, David wanted to call his mom right away, but Caroline suggested they surprise her instead. At noon the four of them headed out. It was cloudy outside and a little windy, but it didn’t look like rain was going to fall anytime soon. Toluwani and Kehlani led the way on the sidewalk, while David and Caroline walked behind them chit chatting.
When they ran out of things to say, he turned to look at her for a second, looked away, and then looked at her again. “What?” She asked.
“Your eyes.”
“Oh, I have contact lenses on.”
“Oh, that makes sense. I was going to ask what happened to your glasses.” He said and she smiled. “I know you had glasses on when I first saw you, unless I was dreaming.”
“No, you definitely weren’t dreaming.” She said with a little laugh.
“I can’t believe all that happened in 24 hours.” David said.
“I know right; It feels like it was 24 days.” She said.
They walked in silence for a few minutes till Caroline stopped and said, “Alright, we are at the midpoint. I think we can stop here.” Kehlani said bye to her friend and walked over to her sister’s side.
“You’ve been to our house before?” David asked her.
“Yes, a couple times. Kehlani gets dropped off from school at your place sometimes.”
“Oh. I didn’t know that.”
“So…Umm…If this was a movie, this would be like the last scene right?” She said with a smile.
He laughed lightly before saying, “You know I don’t have to leave today.” He looked at her as she bowed her head to avoid making eye contact with him. “Do you want me to stay?”
“Umm…Yeah, kind of.”
“Okay. I’ll find an excuse to tell my dad.” He said and she smiled at him. “I think I owe you a date. We kind of skipped that when I ended up on your couch.”
“A date would be great.” She said between laughs.
“Okay then. I’ll call you later in the day.”
“Okay.”
They were about to turn around and head in opposite directions when Toluwani said, “You forgot something.” Caroline and David looked at her confused. “You forgot to kiss.” She said and they couldn’t help but laugh. When they got quiet, and neither of them moved, David put his arm around Caroline’s waist and pulled her in for a kiss. “Eww!” Kehlani and Toluwani echoed as they covered their faces with their hands.

THE END

lol! Sorry for the delay guys, power supply was poor today.

The last chapter coming right up.