5 Reasons Why My Ko-fi Bookshop is Better Than Amazon

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What does it mean to be a thought leader? 

Is it just meaningless corporate speak or does it mean something to the average consumer?
Let's simplify it a bit. 

When you're looking to buy make up for example and you want to get someone's opinion on it, are you more likely to go to Rihanna's instagram or Bad Bunny's?
They're both very well known, very successful musicians but who seems like they know more about make up?
Rihanna right?
Why her though?
Well, years and years of being photographed with her face beat was certainly a primer. The instagram videos where she showed step by step how she applies her make up cemented her reputation. The good reviews overall that her make up line got, was perhaps the cherry on the cake.
So, how do you, with your hundred followers and small niche call yourself a thought leader in the same breath as Rihanna?
Well, she might know a bit about music and make up, but I guarantee you that you know something much better than she does.
For me, it's writing and researching. I'd pit myself against anyone when it comes to that.
I'd put myself in the first line.
I"d definitely call myself a leader.
So when I say, I can put your thoughts into words and help you to connect with your audience, I can put my money where my mouth is. I've been ghostwriting for fifteen years. I've had satisfied clients from Australia, China, New Zealand, Sweden, Ukraine, the UK, the United States and of course, Kenya.
I've written romance novels, books on everything from ADHD to Social Anxiety, women in the workplace, legacy, and business. My niche is storytelling. I can tell you a story about anything and make you understand it.
So if you're looking for someone to tell your story, my commissions are open.

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The 'Writing A Book' Diaries: Muhammad Ali

The 'Writing A Book' Diaries: Muhammad Ali: Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explor...

Fantastic Books and Where To Buy Them...At a Discount

It's the end of year. The one known as Dezember. When people spend money like there's no tomorrow and life is one long party...allegedly.

Everybody knows that Amazon is owned by an evil man who exploits his workers. However Amazon is also the number one source for readers. When you're a writer, you can almost not afford not to have your books on Amazon. But every once in a while, smashwords hosts discounts that are popular enough to attract the attention of a bunch of readers you might otherwise not reach. 

So while you're spending your holiday budget, I just wanted to give y'all a lil nudge to remind you that I have some books you won't ever regret reading...and they are 50% off on the smashwords end of year sale until Jan 1st. 

Don't say I never gave you nothin'. 

Here is a little bite of In the Shadow of the Styx, book one of the Child of Destiny series to whet your appetites and remind you that there's fantasy/gothic romance and then there's some crazy shit Annemarie writes. 

Chapter Nine: Casper

Twelve hours later, Bernard was talking to a black-cloaked figure at the end of the morgue corridor. It wasn’t the gatekeeper; this one was much larger and more terrifying. His hood completely covered his face, so they couldn’t see what he looked like, but he towered over Bernard like a basilisk over its prey. They seemed to be having an extremely intense conversation. Phil and Lillian clasped their hands tightly together as they watched. It had been really close, but the god of craps had been with them, and they managed to beat the house. Now they waited anxiously for Bernard to get them the dark papyrus, apparently from Mr Hooded Cloak at the end of the corridor.

Bernard was coming toward them, a package in his hands. He held it out to them, his face betraying some trepidation.

“Here ’tis,” he said sadly. “May it serve you well.”

“Who is that?” Phil asked curiously, reaching out for it, with a nod of his head toward the Cloak.

“He is a purveyor of goods. Nobody you should be worried about,” Bernard shrugged in reply.

“Good then. So, how do we get the flames?” Phil said.

“Back to Armand?” Lillian asked.

“Yeah.”

“Now?”

“Yeah.”

They linked hands and turned as one, headed for the top of the hospital.

    “Armand?” They called as they reached the dark attic. 

    They walked around, peering in dark corners, but the place was deserted.

“Now wot?” Lillian asked.

“Severin?” Phil suggested.

“Where would we find him?”

“Andy.”

“Right. Reception?”

“Yeah.”

They walked back down to reception but Andy wasn’t there. There was a commotion down the hall though, as if some emergency were taking place. Without consultation, they knew that Andy would be there. They might only have known him for a day or so, but they knew one thing about him definitely—he always wanted to be in the thick of things. There was definitely nowhere thicker than right in the middle of a code blue.

Nurses and orderlies were rushing past them, pulling the crash cart and looking frantic. A doctor was shouting, “Clear!” at the top of his voice from a room at the end of the corridor. As they walked toward the commotion, they saw a figure standing just outside the door, staring in horror at the commotion inside. There was a jagged gash on the side of his leg like he’d been gored open with a blunt object. Blood was everywhere.

Hope that got you going enough to ask the question....

"And then what happened?"

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When Female Characters Do Stupid Shit

I wrote an article on substack but it's about writing so here it is.

Musings on Characterization by Annemarie Musawale

Spoiler Alert: This is also kind of a rant

Read on Substack

Freelancing Is Not For the Weak

 I. am. growling.

One of my clients, who I've worked with for years, is a publisher. While the relationship with the company is long, they keep changing my project manager. I don't know the inner machinations of that, I just work with whomever I am presented with.

My latest project manager is such a hot mess that I want to scream, cry, throw up and die. She's traumatized me so much that when I did another job for a different client, I expected some BS when they got back to me about the finished product. For them to say 'this is fine, here's your payment' literally rocked my world.

I've had nitpicky clients. 

This isn't that. 

This is giving me an outline, telling me to follow it and then telling me that the outline they told me to follow isn't working and I should change it but in such a way that it sounds like I should have known it wouldn't work and should have done something else.

Every single milestone, it was the same. Yeah  we told you to write this but now we see that it doesn't work even though you asked several times if we were sure this is the direction we wanted to go and we said no, now we're saying, do it differently.

It it wasn't for capitalism I'd insist on charging them for a rewrite because it certainly wasn't a revision. 

I want to tear out my hair. 

So finally, they send the work to the editor - after hanging about with it for a week. They stayed with it so long that upwork paid me for the job before they got back to me. And the editor pointed out every single thing that was wrong with the OUTLINE in their comments. My project manager acted as if it was just another revision that I should attend to.

I had to put my foot down and ask her, "So all this is in the outline - I don't understand what you want me to do. Spell it out." I want to see if she dares to say rewrite. 

I dare her.

She is literally making me think I'm crazy. At one point I had to talk to my kid about it - I was like, "Is this what microaggressions feel like?"

 He told me that I should tell my brain to just shut the fuck up because it's making things worse. 

I get it. 

Because my thoughts are certainly not helping. So I'm writing them here so that I don't go awf on Miss Thank-You-Very-Much-for-Your-Work-We-Appreciate-It-Now-Here-Are-All-The-Things-You-Need-To-Change-That-I-Previously-Told-You-You-Needed-To-Include.

AAAAAHHHH!

Now, a bit of housekeeping. 

My Books and Where To Find Them

So, I was looking through my data on D2D and I realized how little money I make on every book. There was this one month I sold ten print books worth ninety dollars and I only got fifteen of those dollars, after like, three months. Seeing it all laid out in black and white was really a wake up call to me. The way I do my writing, is more of a hobby than a profession because I still want to enjoy the process and they say monetizing what you love is a way of killing the joy. I don't know - so far so good. 

But part of the joy of writing is sharing my stories. I want you to read them. I want to make a difference in how you think and move in the world using my stories. So I do want to disseminate them far and wide. 

So they'll stay on D2D because they do have a very wide distribution but I will, from now on, be marketing only my kofi bookshop. That is where I will build my community and I hope you'll come over and follow me there even if you don't buy anything (right away). 

At this time of year, many do celebrate various holidays and for the bibliophile in your life, I have many an offering. And guess what? For the next month and a half, my books (on kofi) are 25% off. So take advantage of the offer, support small business and join a growing community of active thinkers (I hope).

Use the discount code below as you shop.