There are twenty one days left before my original original? funding date ends. For all those reading that are also sprites of inkshares, a lot of deadlines were extended with the whole credits system snafu. Right now, I would like to thank Janna Grace for the kind and empowering words.

And of course, there is her book, which I reviewed as well.

Now, back to this update. Yes, this very one. I am not close to my goal of 750 books, not by an expert marksman's long shot. I do believe I did make Quill's goal, which would mean light publishing, but also light editing. I feel my book needs a lot more than light in the dark forest of edits and context layout so that it can be properly enjoyed, but Quill may be the answer, or...

We can get this book to 750 in a record of 21 days. Can it be done? Of course, but how? Now with every single one of you reading this... "But I already ordered my copy and frankly I am getting sick of your e-mails, and Facebook posts, and enough with the Instagram. Make the book or don't damnit!" you say. A bit harsh, but how bout to spread the word? Tell one coworker, one family member, a neighbor, even a share of my page is a monumental source when it comes to lending a hand. One post by everyone causes a bit of a stir , as simple as turning around a single stirrer in a Venti Mocha, or me alone, which is better summarized as the gravity of the moon pulling at the waves of a turbulent ocean. I'd rather have coffee.

21 days. 479 copies to go. 245 of you that are possibly going to or have read this. Some of you have purchased multiple copies while some have subscribed and followed me with some interest. I thank you all, truly and from the bottom of my lonely heart as of late, so very very much for sitting in the cockpit with me as I take on this great epic adventure. To my family, my friends, my colleagues, my fellow inkshares, and most importantly to the ones who have doubted me and laid my book down and or ripped up my flyers over the year(s), you have given me the drive to prove you all that I have a story to tell and a damn good one at that. 

- Checkmate and Rummy my dear Gladiators

Feeling a little of that discouragement that creeps up on you, often times when you forget to eat and you are wondering why your stomach is making that weird noise.

My deadline has 34 days left in its funding goal of 1,000 copies. Inkshares does not make it easy, does it? You know what though, it shouldn't. Books take time, a lot of time to invest--drafts that are outlined, worlds are created, and hours are collected, and fused into something miraculous. This--takes--years.

If everyone's book was published, then the magical terror of that would be lost. I have 207,  hypothetically speaking, followers reading these words in the next couple days to come. 

Have a look, a real good one at the two stories I have written, both at the same time, interlocking different realities, for yes...A Long Time. If you have already pre-ordered I ask you  look into the possibility of ordering again, or liking excerpts, highlighting your fav passages, commenting on what could use work. I am very open to criticism. 

It is at this point, I am wondering if the book deserves to have a spot among the published books that Inkshares has and will bestow upon our society. Will this doubt flutter away? I sure hope so. If there are those of you who have not hit the button under 'Hazard Lights' or 'Dead End Ahead' to add another book to your shelf, I hope you are moved to do so. 

Below is a little behind the veil of a cop on the edge a few years back before our story begins, caught up in the world of botched criminal proceedings. 

Checkmate and Rummy my Dear Gladiators!

           O'Collins continued on, taking big gulps from his 24 oz date for the evening, "one day, I'm gonna go up to that pile of robed shit and tell him exactly what I think of him." Unfortunately, Officer O'Collins was a man of conviction who stood by his words, and one day waited outside the Judge's house and shot him.

            He was drunk and his aim held stupid. He got him in the arm, and he may have escaped it for a bit, but the officer was heated and drunk, and he came out of hiding. "You like that? Not so tough behind your stand huh?" He got right up to him, passing some parked cars, people running like greyhounds chasing their animatronics rabbit in opposite directions, single file. "Where's your gavel?" He punched him. ""Where's your gavel now?" He punched him again, the gun in the other hand falling away from him, and then his pals arrived. Being a member of the black and blue, the arriving officers on scene allowed him one more 'kiss goodnight' before asking him to freeze. "Overruled!" O'Collins dropped his reeling fist, breathing like a cornered dog that still had half a cat's paw sticking out of its haggard mouth, and obeyed. He knew the order of criminal takedown and he followed the steps, this time from the other end, and he had his fellow officers haul him up and take him to HQ.

            The trial was another story, one with just a sad ending. No lawyer would handle the case. They could have been too scared, some of them were, others were just not willing to sully their name with a drunken cop's bloodlust for a member of the higher courts. Bonds though, he was hard for it. He wanted to take the defense for O'Collins, but Bonds was the last person he wanted on his side, so he said his 'f@!k yous' and pleaded guilty. "I'd rather rot in jail, then spend a couple long afternoons burning in hell sitting next to your rank ass." O'Collins had a mastery of the English language."

THE BUSINESS CARDS ARE HERE!  PRE-SALES BECOME AVAILABLE IN THE MORNING!  HAPPY #TOBTUESDAY EVERYONE!  Much love and many thanks.

Earth, Sea, Empire

-NDF