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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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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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