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Vol. III October 2013
"The Great Ball" by DM Hukill
Visit your local distribution site for a copy.
The Eden Hydra
For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods.
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Sunday, September 8, 2013
Disciples of Des Moines
Calling all local writers. A chair has opened...
“I summon thee, Liliyyoth, scourge of Eden, goddess of impetuous rebellion, shade of night. Provide me your wisdom and counsel in all things I request. Come forth!”
“I summon thee, Lucifer, Morning Star, Lord of impetuous rebellion, great tempter. Provide me your wisdom and counsel in all things I request. Come forth!”
“I summon thee, Asmodeus, bastard offspring of David, King of carnal lust, righteous punisher of men. Provide me your wisdom and counsel in all things I request. Come forth!”
“I summon thee, Liliyyoth, scourge of Eden, goddess of impetuous rebellion, shade of night. Provide me your wisdom and counsel in all things I request. Come forth!”
“I summon thee, Lucifer, Morning Star, Lord of impetuous rebellion, great tempter. Provide me your wisdom and counsel in all things I request. Come forth!”
“I summon thee, Asmodeus, bastard offspring of David, King of carnal lust, righteous punisher of men. Provide me your wisdom and counsel in all things I request. Come forth!”
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Update - 08/22/13
I've been crafting a Query Letter to forward to publishing agents.
Writing a query letter for publishing agents is like going to Wal-Mart, finding leopard print underwear and then searching for a gentle John. If you're lucky, he'll take you in and screw you softly; otherwise, you're stuck standing on the street in the cold rain, and your make up is running again. When people ask if you're crying, you just snort and turn away.
If you're receiving this transmission, you're one of very few.
Writing a query letter for publishing agents is like going to Wal-Mart, finding leopard print underwear and then searching for a gentle John. If you're lucky, he'll take you in and screw you softly; otherwise, you're stuck standing on the street in the cold rain, and your make up is running again. When people ask if you're crying, you just snort and turn away.
If you're receiving this transmission, you're one of very few.
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