I was quite quiet for the past few days because I was working with the printers on the print version. I spent several sleepless nights trying to catch every single typo, margin error and WTF mistake. I mean, I believe deeply in having the best product that can be made for the reader. I suppose, the people at Createspace must be smacking their head again. I have made countless revisions. I mean, I was trained by an old soldier who fought with the US army in Afghanistan and Iraq, that a book should be as perfect as you can make it. I would ask for his help because he is an eagle-eyed vet who spent his life catching terrorists and publishing warfare books. But he is on track to be a tenured prof at the local uni and his time is super expensive. I would only look for his expertise if I was doing another research work on strategic studies or terrorism studies. Yes, I have a book on guerilla warfare, written by me and edited by the prof and several experts, but I won’t put it here because it is a super expensive academic text that has nothing to do with the books I want to do now. To be quite frank, being accurate is important you do not want a dude with an assault rifle to come knocking at your residence cos either you misquoted him or did not give proper credit. I mean, being sued is small peas by comparison.
I am very satisfied with my work on guerilla warfare, it is flawless and no one has yet found a single typo or WTF error. This means all the experts and people who purchased it. They love the book because it looks professional and reads easily. Old vets hate wordy BS research that say nothing.
Yes, my certifiable, academic expertise is in guerilla warfare. (This means I went to school and got a cert for it.) How it got to be that way is a long story worthy of a novel. However, that area of my life is over and done with. I might go back and complete my doctorate should the requirement arise, but we’ll see.
As a person, I speak and read 5 languages (actually, I only read 4 languages, I can’t read Mandarin, although for purposes of communication I speak it proficiently.), Mandarin, German, Spanish and Arabic, and of course whatever language I am typing in now. I kinda studied them because I thought I might need to talk to people who speak these languages. Well, life is funny isn’t it? I should have listened to my old lit teacher who told me long ago that I had to do novels and other creative writing. She was a very brilliant woman, but her life was fraught with tragedy. She loved and lost her beloved husband… as a friend, words cannot express my feeling at her loss. In this lifetime alone I knew a few women who lost their husband and lover to death. I was at a funeral where a widow fainted as I was talking to her. She had lost her friend and husband and I had a lost a wise and good friend who would not agree with my novels (he was a fundamentalist pastor) but who I think would understand. He was always a good person first before his faith.
Anyway, yes, with luck(cross fingers), the print version will sell soon. Proofing it has been hell. The people at Createspace must be cursing my name by now, I kept resubmitting new versions because proofing checks that caught WTF mistakes. Really next time I might devote a month to this business, but it has to come out now because of a promise I made to my grandma, whose story you will have the privilege to read, should you choose to do so. I do not want to delay this cos I mean, you do not play the procrastination game with a woman who kept visiting me for years after she was buried. (Yes. it was so bad my sis swears she saw grandma sitting by my bed. Well, my ma said that on the 49th day after they buried her, the taps turned on on their own in her bathroom!)
Is the birthmark real? Yes, unfortunately, it is. But it isn’t a flower. It is more prosaic than that. My grandma and I had it. And another one as well. on our arms. Many psychics said it was cos we were burned on the stake, because it looks like a burn mark. No, my grandma wasnt a witch but during the funeral, people said she caused some terrible storms. A cat jumped up and sat on her coffin, my relatives thought she would return. She did.

