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Hello readers,

After so many years of being told I need to publish my poetry. Even after publishing bits in magazines I keep hearing it. They want a collection. I try to research some publishers, but it didn't seem right. Soon self publishing sees the light. I do some research, go to my first online conference and gain the confidence I needed. But I didn't have the money. I hear about crowdfunding and tried it, but it failed.

I've created my own cover or two, it's minimal unlike other people's but I'm in love with it. I found people to help me with editing.

A to Z Poetry will be published September 19, 2013 - add it on Goodreads!

Also, I am wondering who is willing to help out with the cover reveal on the 4th? And the blog tour on the week of the 16th? Let me know by filling the sign up form.

Also sign up for the poetry blogfest on the week of the 9th! The fest will have challenges and I'll be picking my four favorites at the end of the week to have a special feature in the book (with your permission of course!)





Thank you and love,

Comments

Anonymous said…
Congrats on deciding to publish your poetry.
Crystal Collier said…
Yay! I'm so excited for you. I wish I'd have know about two months sooner since my blog is totally booked until December, but I'll definitely tweet your news!
Christine Rains said…
Congratulations! I see four linky lists there. I'm not sure which one to sign on. At least sign me up to help with your cover reveal! :)
Anonymous said…
@Christine - I have no idea what happened. Last time I was on my blog there was one. I'll see what I can do and let you know.

-Fida
Anonymous said…
That's awesome. Of course I'll add it.

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