A Refusal Of Career Demotion #fiction


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She wants to climb to the top of the corporate ladder.

But, like most people, she has to wait her turn.

She had seen others less qualified than her go on taking positions they had no business taking.

However, what does a woman in today’s world do to reach the top?

Unlike her, other women she witnessed would go on doing the unimaginable just to come up. And others either quit or remain holding their current job title that has been the same for too long.

The latter is what she has become and not too damn proud of either.

She was the valedictorian of her high school and a well-known Ivy League college. She knows her way around this Fortune 500 company that one would think she is the President and founder.

Still, she has been here for five years with the same job title as when she first started. She even interned here. She required, no, she demand a raise and a large order of respect.

When she was called in for an unscheduled meeting with the company’s panel, her nerves got the best of her.

She shook it off and prepared herself for anything. She checked her teeth in her silver compact mirror. And smooth out the imaginary wrinkles in her navy one-button pantsuit. What’s the worst that can happen? She simply cannot accept less or the same; going up is the only option.

©2021 Pamela E. Hester

PressThis: Kindle Vella: Description, Features, and Tips for Authors #MondayBlogs #kindlevella


Lately, I have been having so much going on that I pretty much almost abandon my blog. I have been busy working, editing my novel, and other things I will post about soon, and I can’t believe how much time have passed since I done the March Writing Challenge. I’m not trying to make excuses, just being honest.

Well, on to what this post is about. I have learned about a month ago about the existence of Kindle Vella that I am sure some of you are aware of.

Kindle Vella is something new Amazon is trying out that authors can be a part of. The thing with it is the stories, novels, or what have you, are broken down into episodes as the chapters of the stories. The works have to be stories that haven’t been published before, free or paid.

Authors can make money off it when readers read their episodes. I don’t want to repeat what is already being said below in the article, but I believe this may be helpful for writers/authors looking to get their work out there and to reach a broader audience.

Tell me what you think about Kindle Vella. And please feel free to click the link to read the full article.


Amazon continues to push its own boundaries in the reader market, this time spreading into a micro-industry that has been gaining traction elsewhere, resulting in an exciting leap forward for Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP) and potentially for authors as well.

The product is the newly announced Kindle Vella, a new Kindle platform created as a “mobile-first” approach to serialized storytelling.

In it, authors will have the chance to engage with readers in a new way, “one short episode at a time”.

So let’s take a deeper dive into this new platform.

In this article, you will learn:

  1. What Kindle Vella is
  2. How it works
  3. Its potential benefits to authors
  4. The step-by-step process to publish using Kindle Vella
  5. Additional tips and strategies to use

What is Kindle Vella?

Kindle Vella is a new platform from KDP, built specifically for serialized stories. On the platform, it will allow you to publish short episodes of your story, which will then be available to readers on mobile devices and online.

Features

Kindle Vella Interface

There’s a lot to unpack in the above video and on KDP’s pages on the subject, but let’s break down a few of the core features:

  • Episodes will be between 600-5,000 words long
  • It is currently only available to those in the U.S.
  • It will be available to readers in “the next few months”
  • At launch, it will only be available in the Kindle iOS app and on Amazon.com
  • Authors will receive 50% of royalties
  • Readers will spend their money on “Tokens” that will be used to unlock the story, episode by episode
  • You can publish, update, or delete an episode at any time
  • Readers will have the opportunity to engage with their stories using the following
    • Follow: readers will be able to follow the stories they want to read
    • Fave: readers can mark the stories they like the most, and the stories with the most Faves will be featured in a leaderboard
    • Thumbs Up: readers can give a thumbs up to any episode, letting the author and other readers know which installments they liked the most
  • Episodes will have space for an “Author’s Note” section, allowing the author to talk to the reader directly with each episode
  • The first three episodes of every story will be free

Is This New?

Kindle Vella is Amazon’s response to a number of similar platforms that have sprung up over the years, such as Radish, WebNovel, and Wattpad.

Each of these platforms feature bite-sized serialization, and while monetization differs from one platform to another, popularity of this format is seeing more and more attention.

For example, bite-sized serialization platforms have been hugely popular in international markets, such as China, South Korea, and Japan.

It’s no wonder, therefore, that Amazon has thrown their hat into the ring.

Source: Kindle Vella: Description, Features, and Tips for Authors

#MusicMonday- Cat’s In the Cradle #harrychapin


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There is something about folk music that always makes me feel some kind of way. Perhaps it’s the nostalgia of it and the deep meaning behind the lyrics of those songs. The type of music that isn’t played much these days—that I know of.

Cats In The Cradle is a folk song sung by Harry Chapin. It is also written by him and his wife, Sandy. This song has been one of those songs that had lived on in nearly everyone’s hearts. It’s a song about a father wanting to spend more time with his son, but the demands of life make it hard for him to be the father he wants to be. And when he does find the time, it is much later in his life, and then his son doesn’t have the time or can’t find the time to spend with his father.

The lyrics are true because there are times when we (or we know someone who) are so busy with life that we/they don’t seem to find the time to spend with our/their significant other, family, or friends.

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The love for our family, friends, or what have you, isn’t weigh or tested by how much we spend time with them. It is finding the time for the certain ones who are worthy of our time. Though for a child, sometimes, it can be hard for a parent to find the time to spend with their child(ren) because most are so busy working because we want to give them the best life possible.

We have to remember that time waits for no one. Time is something we all can’t get back. Not everyone deserves our precious time, but the ones that do deserve to spend as much time as possible while we are still alive.

LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin’ ‘fore I knew it, and as he grew
He’d say “I’m gonna be like you, Dad
You know I’m gonna be like you”

[Chorus]
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
When you comin’ home, Dad
I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then
You know we’ll have a good time then

[Verse 2]
My son turned ten just the other day
He said, “Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let’s play
Can you teach me to throw”, I said “Not today
I got a lot to do”, he said, “That’s okay”
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, “I’m gonna be like him, yeah
You know I’m gonna be like him”

[Chorus]
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin’ home, Dad
I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then
You know we’ll have a good time then

[Verse 3]
Well, he came from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
“Son, I’m proud of you, can you sit for a while”
He shook his head and then said with a smile
“What I’d really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please”

[Chorus]
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin’ home son
I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then, Dad
You know we’ll have a good time then

[Verse 4]
I’ve long since retired, my son’s moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, “I’d like to see you if you don’t mind”
He said, “I’d love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job’s a hassle and the kid’s got the flu
But it’s sure nice talking to you, Dad
It’s been sure nice talking to you”
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He’d grown up just like me
My boy was just like me

[Chorus]
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin’ home son
I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then, Dad
We’re gonna have a good time then

Lyrics Source: Genius.com

Songwriters: Sandy Chapin / Harry F. Chapin
Cat’s in the Cradle lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc
Release Date: October 1st, 1974
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What does time when it comes to our loved ones mean to you?

 

Tell Me Now, Don’t Hold Back #MondayBlogs #fiction


Continued from I Knew It Was Too Good To Be True.

“Where is she? Something’s up with her, and I’m not leaving until she answers my questions.” Genevieve stood tall with her arms crossed and chin high in the air.

Before I could protest, her guard pulls out his .45 semiautomatic Glock in my direction. Damn!

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I stared back at Genevieve’s guard, his gun, then at her. So, it has come to this? I’ve been here, working my ass off to pay off a debt I hadn’t started in the first place, and a gun is pointed in my damn face.

“What the hell? What’s going on?” I said in a rush, trying to keep my voice down. I would hate for my client to be frightened. Then I remembered Genevieve had mentioned her upon entering.

“Kevin, we need to speak to your client. It will only take a moment,” Genevieve explained as she stood tall, glaring at me like I did something wrong.

I was taken aback because normally, she wouldn’t behave in this manner. The normalcy of her personality when it comes to women is extreme jealousy. Right now, I cannot diagnose the problem even if someone serves it on a fine china platter.

“Something I should kn-“

“Just call her out. It’s urgent,” Genevieve said, pointing in the direction of my bathroom.

I blinked. Just as I turned around, she ambles out with a lavender terry-cloth robe wrapped tightly around her body. A white towel is draped over her left shoulder as she used one end to dry her hair.

“So, what normally happens after-” her words trailed on as she noticed someone other than us in the room. Her green eyes fixated on Genevieve and then her guard with his Glock dangling from his right hand.

She appeared undisturbed; in fact, in her eyes held a challenging stare like she is prepared for a duel.

“Look, Tracey, I need for you to verify something for me, for security reasons,” Genevieve said, walking up to her.

“Okay, but it make it quick. I didn’t pay to be interrogated, so whatever you have to say, say it now or knock off a hundred dollars of the money I gave you upon arriving,” Tracey replied defiantly.

Genevieve gave her a long stare that said, “don’t go there with me.”


“I don’t know what that was all about, but Genny normally doesn’t act that way,” I assured Tracey, taking her hand and leading her to my cream-colored chaise lounge.

She quietly followed behind me and sat even quieter as I gazed into her eyes. She looks back at me with this expression I couldn’t pinpoint. No one wants to discuss Genevieve and her pitbull of a guard, and their unknown reason for busting in the way they had.

To be honest, I’m not sure if I can carry on with tonight with the usual stuff like I would with any client. This particular one here, still staring at me like she’s peering deep into my soul, frazzled me to the core.

I carefully traced the outline of her hand, feeling the heat radiating from her igniting; it warmed me up. She leans forward, and I took that moment to kiss her soft lips.

The moment felt so right, perfect timing, as our lips meshed. I used one hand to snake around her waist pulling her closer to me, while the other caresses her face and slender neck. Her ruby-red fingernails raked through the small hairs on my chest sending shock waves to my system.

All past apprehensions seemed to have melted away. She moans softly, bringing the kiss deeper. I’m thinking she wants this. Whatever she wants, it’s her night.

However, as I reach for the belt of her robe to open it, she alarmingly jerked back. Her eyes widen. She went stocked still. The color drained from her face leaving me in utter shock.

What’s wrong now? I wondered. I couldn’t believe we are back to being estranged.

“What is it now?” I asked, trying not to sound impatient. It is becoming unbearable to think you’re sure about something, feel it deep within yourself just to have it slapped you across the face.

Tracey stood up, muttering as she did so, trying to form the right words to tell me whatever it was that kept her hostage since she first arrived here.

“Tell me now what you want to say, and don’t hold back,” I demanded.

“Okay, okay. I’m a private investigator hired by your parents to find you,” she explained, appearing relieved.

My what did what now? I pondered the thought.

By: Pamela E. Hester ©2017

This concludes Part 3. Thank you for being patient with me as I write this post. I’m thinking of writing Part 4, but we’ll see. 😉

 

I Knew It Was Too Good To Be True #MondayBlogs #fiction


Continued from Tell Me What You Came Here For.

I glimpsed quickly at Genevieve, who forks an eyebrow, gazed back at this strange woman, and in a low, deep voice, I seductively said,

“Tell me what you came here for,” stroking the middle of her palm.

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She continued to stare at me, carefully; watchful eyes never leaving my face. I waited patiently on her answer to my question. My signature question for all clients was told so many times; however, I’ve managed to make each one feel equally special.

That line was about as tired as I am. There are only so many ways you can say a particular line. It’s not just for doing my job; it’s who and how I am.
Before I could open my mouth again, Genevieve speaks up.

“As I had mentioned, Kevin will take excellent care of you. He comes highly recommended. You will be taken wonderful care of. Have fun!” Genevieve explained to this medium-build woman who refuses to utter a word since they walked up to me. She left us with a concerned expression and a smile that didn’t quite reach her amber eyes.

The woman intently watched Genevieve leave for a moment, turned to me, and said,
“Well, Kevin, I’m sure you live up to the name they called you here.” Oh, what name? I wondered. “I’ll feel more comfortable once we’re upstairs and away from prying eyes and ears.” Oh, so she does talk.

“Sure.” I see what she meant. Genevieve and her guards are watching us… too carefully. I nodded their way. Genevieve raised her glass; her usual gin and tonic. She forked an arched eyebrow in question, and I slightly shrugged.

“Would you like a drink now or prefer to have one in my room?” I asked the woman, noting how she kept watched on Genevieve from the corner of her left eye. There was a passing glint that nearly nerved me as if she detested Genevieve for something I couldn’t quite place my finger on.

“Oh sure, in your room. Thanks for asking.” She blinked and started walking towards the stairwell. I grabbed her bags and lead the way.
In my room, she glances around at the decor. Hues of reds and beige colors filled the room with an ambiance of romance and warmth; even so, with an overall cozy feeling.

“Very impressive!” She said, moving over to the cherry oak armoire.

“Thanks,” I told her. “Here you go.” I handed her a pineapple and vodka concoction she mentioned on the way up here.
She mumbled thanks and wrapped an arm around her slim waist. She appeared out of place the way she stood rocking from foot to foot, shaking her glass to the point the liquid was sure to spill out. I reached out to take it from her.

“Can’t have you ruining such a beautiful outfit, nor a new carpet,” I told her. She grins sheepishly.

“Tell me about yourself,” I asked, pouring a drink for myself. I turned around from the wet bar and saw her checking out the bed.

“Plenty of time for that later,” I joked to make light of things. When she didn’t laugh, I let out a low sigh. There was something odd about her. It wasn’t for the fact she was nervous about being up here with me and what’s going to take place. No, she strikes me as if she was an undercover agent, or something. I’m determined to get to the bottom of it.

She eyed me in a way that spoke of confusion… and disgust, maybe. While she collects her thoughts, I busied myself with my mixed music playlist, setting it to smooth jazz. Acoustic Alchemy’s Jamaica Heartbeat serenaded through the Bose speakers.

Now, that I’ve gotten her attention, I reached for her hand, inviting her to dance with me. She hesitated at first, then place a small hand in mines. We sway, spin, and gyrated our hips, slightly bumping into each other. She laughs, then suddenly, pulled away.

“I-uh… I need a bath. It has been a long day.” She says, looking somewhat embarrassed. I watched her grabbed items from her bag like she was mad at it, and dashed into my walk-in closet.

“The bathroom is this way,” I pointed towards the left, to a door that was slightly ajar, trying not to laugh.

She avoided looking at me as she went inside. I chuckled softly at her embarrassment, but it was cut short when there was a loud knock at my door.

“Kevin! Open up, now!” Genevieve yells through the door.

“What is it?” I asked. She had her bulldog of a guard with her while the other stood back near the stairs.

“Where is she? Something’s up with her, and I’m not leaving until she answers my questions.” Genevieve stood tall with her arms crossed and chin high in the air.

Before I could protest, her guard pulls out his .45 semiautomatic Glock in my direction. Damn!

Stay tuned for Part 3 next week. Thanks for reading.🌹

By: Pamela E. Hester ©2017