Category: Random Read Day


Like most people, I barely understand most of the legalese involved in tax law.  In fact, until recently, I blindly believed that, as an Author, since I considered myself engaged in business, and everything I read told me I had to file a Schedule C as a sole proprietorship, when I had royalty income, I was engaged in a For-Profit business.  Well, imagine my surprise when the State of Arizona tried to tell me, just before Christmas, last year (Thanks alot Arizona Scrooge!), that because I couldn’t prove a profit (ie, more income than expenses) in three out of five years as an author, I was not, in fact, engaged in a For-Profit Business.

Apparently, being an Artist/Author is one of those areas for which you are supposed to be punished, in the good ol’ US of A (or, at least, in Arizona), thanks to one of a set of “tests” to determine whether or not a business meets the criteria for “For Profit.”  Unfortunately, one of those tests requires a showing of profit — something few authors or artists are familiar with, when it comes to their art.  And, equally apparent is the ridiculous notion that an author or artist should ONLY be engaged in writing/art in order to be classed as pursuing that For-Profit status without proof of said profit margin.  Apparently, we really ARE supposed to starve and end up in the poor-house/bankrupt in order to be taken seriously by the tax laws.

Well, if you’re an author/artist, or family or friends of such, you know how driven a profession this is.  We dedicate every spare moment we can squeeze out of our day for the creation of our creative minds.  And there’s not a one of us who doesn’t intend to someday be able to do nothing but write, paint, etc, etc  full-time.  But we’re also realistic enough to realize that with millions of books printed every day, and hundreds of thousands of artists out there, most of us aren’t likely to ever see our names on or far enough up the bestsellers list or on gallery listing, etc, to make that kind of money.  We hold down other jobs, to pay the bills, and our families suffer as much as we do, for our art.

It’s time to take a stand… So if you’re an artist or author, a friend or family of one, or a fan who wants to see your favorite author/artist/etc continue to create, we need your help.  Follow the link below, sign the petition, and let’s tell the US Congress that being an artist/author IS a business, and we deserve protection and fair regard, as such, under the tax laws.

http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/arts-irc-186-amendment/ (yes, I know the link has a mistake… I hit a “6″ instead of a “3″ when typing in the title, and can’t figure out how to change it).

I thought I’d share some recently created book trailers with you… :)   Please feel free to share the link to this post with anyone you think might be interested… And stay tuned for the announcement of a total make-over of www.esthermitchell.com

This first one is a series trailer for my Underground series, available from Under The Moon (www.underthemoon.org).  This is a Speculative/Science Ficiton series that’s received quite a bit of praise, including a Recommended Read from Fallen Angels Reviews, several years ago:

If Science Fiction isn’t your thing, and you prefer a Fantasy world, full of swords and sorcery, quests, warriors, and magic… Have a peek at the following trailers, for my Legends of Tirum series, available from Desert Breeze Publishing (www.desertbreezepublishing.com):

And, as always, you can find out more about any of these books, and more, at www.esthermitchell.com

   Forged in the fires of a war that forever changed their world, these ten men and women are highly-skilled operators who have taken the rally cry of “Never Again” as their own.  Theirs is a world where the lines between military and civilian have blurred, and the difference between life and death could be as simple as the next breath.

They are Commandos, and they are the last line of defense between peace and chaos, where love has become the greatest strength, and fear, the most devastating weakness.

                                            UNDERGROUND

                                                         Book 3

                                         TERMINAL HUNTER

Commando Tamia Kuan hasn’t had an easy life, but she’s never made excuses for making the best of what she has. Her life is beginning to come together… Until the loss of a friend drives home the one lesson in life she’s been hiding from — no one is invincible. Now, she’s faced with the very real possibility of losing everything she holds dear. Can a dangerous past be unmade, before it brings any hope of a future crashing down around her?

Excerpt from Underground #3: TERMINAL HUNTER

Tamia leaned her head against the cool, tiled wall of the bathroom and let the murmur of Rick’s voice wash over her. He had a very calming voice, and the light flavor of a Boston-born accent made her feel as if she was wrapped up in a warm blanket. She felt better, just knowing Rick was there.

The baby shifted in her womb, and Tamia smiled. She’d told Rick the truth, she was willing to pay any price for the child growing inside of her. Love swelled in her heart. Someday very soon, she’d hold her baby in her arms. It was a dream she hadn’t believed she’d live to see become reality.

“Good morning, Mikey,” she whispered as she stroked her belly gently. She and Rick settled on Michael as the baby’s name after her last appointment with Faulker. Her hand rose to the silvery hololocket around her neck. She didn’t have to open it to know what would appear if she did. A holographic image of the Archangel Michael, watching over a soldier carrying a child in his arms. The image was a special message from Rick to her – the promise of a protector for the defender.

“Sweetheart?” Rick’s hand squeezed her arm gently, and her eyes opened to the worry in his. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “Michael just said good morning.”

His hand moved to her belly, rubbing gently, as he murmured, “Good morning to you, too.”

Their eyes met, and Tamia smiled softly, blinking away tears. Then she noticed how he was dressed, and uneasiness shot through her. Rick hardly ever wore his uniform, unless… “What’s going on?”

“The Tribunal wants me to testify, at ten. I hate to run off on you, but—”

“Go,” she urged. She knew how important this was, and if the tables were reversed, she’d expect the same understanding. Their jobs didn’t end because they were married. The same responsibilities, and the same dangers, remained.

He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be back as soon as I’m done.”

As she heard the door lock’s tone sound a few moments later, Tamia’s stomach clenched in fear, and she aimed for the toilet again as bile rose in her throat. She was frightened of what could happen if the Tribunal quashed the charges, and she was terrified that, by testifying, Rick was putting himself squarely in the cross-hairs of an assassin’s gun.

Like what you read here?  Pick up your copy of TERMINAL HUNTER today, at www.underthemoon.org/terminalhunter.html or check out other Underground books at www.esthermitchell.com

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When Phoenix Telyn Gwndal returned to Raiador, she intended to bury her heart there, and never love again.  But when the  Elementals guarding the sacred World Forge set her a task that took her beyond the reaches of a mystical forest, Telyn was about to come face-to-face with a secret that would turn everything she believes about life, and death, upside down.

“Uncharted Territory” — Excerpt from SPIRIT MAGE:

The Eleshau was alive. That was what all the stories about this benighted wood said, and after everything she’d seen during her time in the Borderlands, she wasn’t inclined to disagree. Phoenix Telyn Gwndal eyed the trees around her warily as she rode along the undergrowth-covered ancient paths. Not many people ever travelled these trails. Few who did ever returned.

She glanced to her right, certain the trees were whispering, and not in the whimsical, imaginative way. She was far too aware the shadows here harbored monsters capable of killing the body, or stealing the soul.

“I must be mad.”

She had no idea why she was here, but she wasn’t inclined to linger without good reason. Somewhere out there in the trees was  Nacaris’ final resting place. Though she’d searched, she never found his body.  She mourned him the whole way to Raiador, battered and weary to the soul. She’d expected to hide herself away within the World Forge and lick her wounds – both physical and emotional — until she could face the world again.

But the Salamandars had other ideas. No sooner had she arrived, Phoenix Book in tow, than they put her to work memorizing the entire Book. And then, to her shock and horror, they sent her back out here, to the Eleshau. Sala claimed the next step in her journey as one of the Chosen lay beyond this forest.

Telyn swallowed hard. She wasn’t even sure there was anything beyond the Eleshau. Legend told of a land beyond here — a mystical land peopled by beings from the stars, and Majikal creatures few had ever seen. Other stories declared the continent dropped off sharply into the roiling riptides of the ocean, just past the forest. That, storytellers said, was why no one who entered the forest ever returned.

Midnight has passed.  Silence reigns. But I can be silent no more.  I (along with a passel of other authors) have been asked to keep something to myself that is completely illegal, violating the Copyright Laws of the United States of America — this is something I cannot do.  It is time the silence is broken.

The party performing these illegal acts has a tenuous, at best, right to request me to not say anything — I still have ONE valid contract (for another month).  However, she cannot stop Freedom of Speech, and should she try to sue me over the information I am about to divulge, she’ll find herself in MUCH worse straits than I, as she has been violating Intellectual Property laws for at least a year, now.

Of whom do I speak, you ask?

I’m talking about Aspen Mountain Press, and its publisher.

I’ve been waiting patiently for this publisher to make right things that should have been made right a year ago.  I’ve sent letters  that have been returned, unopened, marked “unclaimed” though they were sent exactly as specified in contracts that have been expired for a year or more.  I’ve sent e-mails, which have garnered no response.

And then, on Thursday, as if to rub salt in an already bleeding wound, this publisher posted a letter to the entire author body of her publishing house, basically looking for everyone who is upset to back off and not question her, anymore.  But the time for her to make requests, and the time for talking about where we plan to go from here, is over.  It was over a year ago, but I gave the benefit of the doubt, extended my waiting time, made excuses in my own mind for why these issues were not resolved,
yet.

The time for negotiation ended nearly a month ago, when my letter asserting what needed to be done was summarily ignored, and sent back to me, unopened and unclaimed.

The time for a still-amicable resolution expired at midnight last night, when the deadline for my final demand for resolution went ignored.

At the time, I promised that if it wasn’t resolved, the kid gloves would come off.  This was no idle threat.  I plan to make good on it, starting now.

Part of that letter sent to all of us authors stated that she wanted any issues kept “within the family.”  I wish I could respect that, but respect is something I believe is earned, not to be expected for nothing.  I’ve given a lot of respect over the past year, by waiting instead of hounding my publisher over contracts that expired and were never renewed, while the books remained up for sale.  I respected her by not demanding every penny those books made in the time since, as she had no legal right to be selling them.  And what did I get for the respect I was given?  Ignored, cheated, and finally told that I’m supposed to stay mute about it.

There’s no reason for me to stay mute.  There’s also no way I intend to respect the wishes of someone who’s done nothing but disrespect myself and a host of other authors, for months to years.  I’m trying to be fair-minded, to take into consideration as much as I can.  Part of me stuggled against naming names even as I wrote this post, or doing anything that might be permanently damaging to a business or person in need of so much guidance and help.  I’m not a vindictive person, and I cringe from the thought of causing anyone pain.

But the truth of the matter is, the pain has already been caused by this publisher, and it’s been caused to myself and others, in a variety of ways.  I can’t speak for the other authors (that’s for them to do, when they feel the time is right for them), but I can speak for myself.  And, in the words of Paul Harvey, it’s time for “the rest of the story.”

Several years ago, I belonged to another publishing house (the now infamous Triskelion Publishing).  When that company went bankrupt, the world exploded for me.  It was the first time I ever faced the horrible truth of the publishing industry – as an author, the deck is stacked AGAINST you.  But the authors banded together, and went to the wall to get our rights back.  And, in the end, we succeeded.  Whether it proves true or not, I like to believe we set a precedent regarding bankruptcy in the publishing industry, that day.

Shortly after, I was approached by the owner of Aspen Mountain Press, wanting to publish something of mine. I was initially leery, but was promised that it would NOT be like  Triskelion.  Eventually, we struck a deal, and I started sending my Project Prometheus series.  The first contract was signed in 2007.  The second was signed the very end of 2007, and the third was signed in November of 2008. Each of these contracts had a 3 year expiration, and could ONLY be renewed by WRITTEN AGREEMENT between the publisher and myself at the time of expiration.

For the first couple of years, everything seemed fine.  I liked the publisher, and while sales were never great, I wasn’t expecting them to be huge, either (I’m a bit of a niche author… I know my work’s not to everyone’s tastes), and I was happy with whatever I got.

Then, in 2010, the first of my contracts expired.  I waited for the e-mail or letter to arrive, stating the publisher’s request to renew my contract.  At the time, I would have happily signed a renewal.  I saw no reason not to.

But no renewal request ever came.

2011 rolled around, and still I was waiting for a renewal request on the first contract.  Not a peep.  Now the SECOND contract was  expired.  No request came for that, either.  I sent an e-mail query regarding both.  No response.  I told myself that it was an e-mail glitch, that the e-mail was just never received.  And I waited.  Meanwhile, books were selling, and I was only getting my contracted royalty amounts when, as the contracts were expired, I SHOULD have been receiving the entire cover price.  But it didn’t really bother me.  I kept watching for the renewals, but I didn’t want to make a pain of myself, so I didn’t send any more e-mails or letters regarding it.

Not until this past summer.  Then, when I decided I needed to get the books taken down and acknowledgement of contractual expiration sent to me, I did exactly as my contract stated, and sent a certified letter requesting not only a letter of confirmation and the removal of the first two books, but also a reversal of the rights on the third book, which is set to expired in November (a little over a month away). At the same time, I sent an e-mail containing the same request.  No response.  Eventually, the letter came back to me, unopened and marked “unclaimed” by the Post Office.

And then the publisher stopped communicating with anyone who e-mailed her or sent her mail. For nearly TWO MONTHS!  She didn’t respond to the stirrings of first concern, and then panic, among her authors.  We were essentially left in limbo.

Like I said, I can’t speak for any of the other authors, but here’s what this whole ordeal has done to me:

The stress of it all put me into a medical tailspin.  I suffer from Acute Intermittent Porphyria, and stress is a major trigger of  attacks.  I’ve been in varying stages of attack (from barely-bearable pain to pain so bad I missed enough work that I’m now losing over $100 on my next paycheck, meaning I don’t know if I’ll make bills the beginning of the month, or not) for weeks now.

I’ve been frustrated enough that my ability to write (and  thus meet my contractual obligations with OTHER publisher) has been  hit-and-miss.

And yet, I’ve seen not one word of apology, not one attempt to make right the things that have broken the relationship between us.

Would I be willing to mend fences?  In most ways, yes.

Would I be willing to let bygones be bygones?  I don’t hold a grudge – but I’m not going to leave my books with someone I can’t trust to not do this again.  Holding onto anger isn’t something I want in my life, and I’m more than willing to let that go and wish Aspen Mountain Press and its publisher well.  However, I’m not an idiot, and once my trust is broken, it literally takes moving mountains to get it back.  My staying, once the trust is broken, is an issue not up for debate – it’s just not going to happen.

What will it take for me to mend fences?  An apology, for starters.  Not just some mealy-mouth bunch of words, either.  I’m talking about a genuine, heart-felt apology, in which the publisher finally takes her full share of responsibility for the events that have transpired, and their effects on me.  And the removal of my books for sale, as well as a letter acknowledging that ALL THREE belong to me, again.  Nothing less will do, and nothing more need be done.  I’m not asking for the world – I’m asking
that the right thing be done.

Until the publisher is willing to face up to her own mistakes, and make amends to the people she’s wronged in recent (and not so  recent) past, I won’t be recommending this publisher to anyone.  In my eyes, at the moment, it’s a case of “Buyer Beware.”  If you’re planning to purchase any of my books, DO NOT PURCHASE THEM FROM ASPEN MOUNTAIN PRESS.  Two of the three books there are being sold illegally, in violation of Copyright Law.

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I’m running a very special contest, here on my blog, for my regular readers.  If you’ve purchased one of my books in the past (or if you purchase one now), all you have to do is read it, and then e-mail me a short review of the book you chose.  Not only will your review get posted on my website (and possibly here and on my Facebook Fan Page) along with credit to you for the review, but you’ll also be entered into a special drawing for an autographed copy of TAMIA, the first book in my Underground series, currently available from Under The Moon.

This contest will run until August 31st, so you have plenty of time to get those reviews in (remember, it doesn’t have to be long and involved… But it does need to be more than “good book”…lol)

Given that everyone’s being a little shy on FaceBook  :) … I’m changing the format of Random Read Day a little.  Instead of working off of a quote posted by someone, I’ll find a quote at random myself every week, and post a little, brand-new, free read based around the spirit of that quote and how it inspires me.  And to make things a little more fun, I’m going to mix it up a bit and make the day completely random…You’ll never know what day of the week it’s going to be posted on!  So keep checking the blog to see what’s newly posted, and happy reading!! :)

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