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Good morning.
I have just completed the survey.
I'm excited to get started!

radragan:
If you are looking to learn how to make money from your writing, I will teach you everything I know about writing, marketing and selling ebooks and information products. There will be no time restrictions or limits on these memberships. Once you are a member, you are a member for life until you decide to cancel your membership.

A little about me:

I've been an entrepreneur for 14+ years now, but I didn't start making money from my writing until 2013. It was then that I started a blog, and to be honest, I never thought I would it would ever amount to anything. But it did, and the more I wrote, the more I began to see the power and potential in my writing. But though many people enjoyed my blog posts, no one was buying my ebooks and info products. I could not understand it, but when I began applying business techniques to my marketing and publishing strategy, I noticed an almost immediate difference.

Then I started writing more books and blogging, using my words to create products and attract readers. By fall 2014, I managed to generate an income stream of about $500 - $1,000 a week. Today, I make almost $2,000 a week from my writing, and have begun to build a business based on that experience. And soon, I will be able to finally live the life I always wanted. Once where I earn my income and make a VERY comfortable living through writing, self-publishing, teaching and mentoring.

I'm not one of those Kindle or blogging millionaires, and the training I am offering is is not a get rich quick scheme. It took me 2 years to get to this point, but I am hoping that by sharing with you all of the mistakes I made and hard lessons learned, that you also will be able to make a six-figure income from writing books, blogging and marketing your skills. Anyone can succeed in the writing and publishing industry, but only if they are willing to dig in and work for it. I'm living proof of that.

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Once the first 30 slots have been filled, I will still allow more people to enter, however you will have to pay the monthly membership fee. The monthly fee is N2,000 ($10 USD) per month.

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~ Ra

I'm sorry to bother you, but the link still doesn't work. Is there some other way I can subscribe? I am very interested in joining.

I have received your mail and replied. However, the survey link posted here isn't working.

I am interested, please.

I sent you a mail with 2 samples of my work

Stephen King
It
Black House
Duma Key
The Shining
Doctor Sleep
The Sun Dog
Misery
Gerald's Game
The Regulators/Desperation

She smiled, turned and left, her heart racing, her palms sweating as she waited for the call.

It never came. No one would ever question her actions.

When, 6 months after the relationship began, she noticed his odd new habit of taking his phone to the toilet, her gut told her something was off, but she chose to ignore it.
After a while, he stopped doing that and completely out of the blue, apologized to her and said he would try harder.
In her heart, she stored the first stone.

A month later she had been drowsy from a hard day at work, dozing off on the couch when suddenly he sprang to his feet and said he had to go out because his friend called and there was an emergency.
"But your phone didn't ring, sweets" she said, apropos of nothing. His eyes darted away and back to her face, like smooth pebbles over mud. In that instant, she knew he was lying as her gut rolled over.
"Erm, it did but eh...you know you were so sleepy", he blustered as he grabbed his keys and practically ran out.

She didn't see him until the next night after work. She said nothing about his friend's impromptu "emergency".
In her heart, she placed a second stone next to the first.

By the time they had been together a year, she knew of 3 other women he was seeing regularly as well. In a blazing rage, she confronted him about them, and asked if her wanted to break up so she wouldn't stand in his way. He knelt before her, supplication in every gesture as he promised to do better by her, to change his ways and focus on their relationship. She never confronted him, or asked him about the other women again.

But she was storing her stones.

She could see them sometimes in the succeeding months, those stones in her heart. They were slowly becoming a wall to seal off her love for him from herself. With each new indiscretion he committed, she built it. Each stone had a name, even though he'd given her none. She christened them herself, in her pain and sorrow. The Girl From Work, The Woman Who Sent the Nude Selfie, The School Friend he Claimed was Stalking Him...

At the end of their second year, he had gotten them a dinner reservation, and she thought he would propose. When dessert came, he told her he had met someone else, and that he didn't want to be with her anymore. She stared into her lime and mango sorbet and said nothing. Her wall was so high now that she felt nothing, simply watched the words come out of his mouth. And then, in that numbness, she heard a click in her head and decided to end his life. So she made all the right noises, cried a little and asked him to take her home. Perhaps he felt sorry for her, for as they got into bed, he held her close, kissing her lips and stroking her throat. She was drifting off to sleep when she felt him slide into her.

How peculiar to lie here and not feel anything, she thought. And to think that his touch used to inflame me!
The next morning, a Saturday, she got him breakfast as always. She had a routine for this, a pattern that comforted her. Today she went through the motions calmly, almost zombie-like. She was calm when she locked the door, shut the windows and put on his Afro-beat music. The neighbours knew he listened to loud music on Saturday mornings as he did his chores. She was calm when the tomatoes splattered oil on her arm, when the tray was set, when she made his coffee and poured the contents of a bottle of insecticide in his egg stew and stirred, humming softly to herself.

She was calm as she watched him eat every bite of his delicious last meal, watching the yam go in his mouth and understanding that even his irritating chewing was another stone. She was calm when he threw up and screamed in pain, clutching his stomach.

He died noisily, spasming on the floor like a beached whale. She smelled his bowels as they evacuated, but still she was calm. How like him to be so full of shit! she thought. When he finally stopped twitching, she washed the dishes, took a shower and put all her things in the boot of her car. It took 4 trips, but she managed, working like an automaton. Only then did she allow herself to feel something other than that deathly calm. She could feel the strength and impenetrability of that wall, and wondered if she mightn't go and get some frozen yogurt today, as a special treat to herself.

The idea cheered her up as she smiled, turned and left.

Trublvr
27/08/2015

The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold - page 183
Imajica by Clive Barker - page 122

“Robert Neville looked out over the new people of the earth. He knew he did not belong to them; he knew that, like the vampires, he was anathema and black terror to be destroyed. And, abruptly, the concept came, amusing to him even in his pain. ... Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.” - I am Legend by Richard Matheson.

That phrase "the unassailable fortress of forever" just caught my eye. I really enjoyed this novella.

The Myth of Arachne and Athena
Arachne was a blessed weaver of Greece. People asked her if she had been taught weaving by Athena herself, the goddess of wisdom and crafts. Although this was meant as a compliment, Arachne became angry. She thought that her skill was greater than the goddess's.

Hearing of her attitude, Athena appeared on her doorway disguised as an old woman in a dark cloak. She asked her to respect the gods and goddesses, but Arachne just laughed, and said that even if Athena herself challenged her, it would be an easy win. Athena then revealed herself and challenged Arachne to a competition. The loser would promise never to weave again.
Athena wove a tapestry of the people of Greece, with Poseidon and Athena over them, deciding whose name should be given to the city of Athens.

Arachne wove a tapestry about Zeus, and his seduction of Europa and others. Athena saw that although Arachne had insulted the gods, her work was so beautiful that Athena herself was awed. She realized that Arachne couldn't live without weaving. To make Arachne realize her mistake and also to teach her to respect the gods and their works, she touched Arachne's forehead with the tip of her hand. The magic worked only partially, filling Arachne with guilt for her insolence, and she hung herself. Out of pity, Athena brought Arachne back to life as a spider, so that she and her descendants could weave all their lives.

Spiders are called "arachnids" after Arachne.