Manifestation

“The syntactical nature of reality, the real secret of magic, is that the world is made of words. And if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it whatever you wish.”—Terence McKenna

What a bizarre adventure.

I knew coming into this new and unexplored region of my existence, wouldn’t be without it’s struggles.

It always sounds easy… at first. Always.

Write/do the thing.

Put it away–come back with fresh eyes.

Fix glaring issues.

Repeat.

Continue to repeat, until you have three quarters of the damn thing memorized.

Spend the money.

Find an editor you can trust.

Locate a reputable artist to unleash their creative superpowers for cover art.

Do some read throughs… just in case… while waiting.

Maybe get another editor to doublecheck the grammar and look for additional oversights (cause one can never be too careful).

Question what to do, during the downtime. Focus on the next installment? Work on something else?

Advertising. Marketing. Social media. Website.

What are you missing? Go find out.

Get all finished products together–Announce it to everyone who will listen.

Find the confidence.

Rip the bandade off, press publish. Shed a little tear.

Take a nap.

My nap has lasted far too long.

During this four year marathon of writing and researching, I found myself in and out of many online groups. Mostly Facebook… a few podcasters. Poetry groups, and “write a paragraph about this picture” groups. Indie author forums. Drinking in what I could.

Day, after day, after day, hour after hour, minute by minute, my notifications were blaring, like a never ending alarm; phone vibrating across my desk. All day, every day. Borderline maddening.

Adjust the notifications. Mute the loudest, and the most repetitive.

Silence the groups one by one.

I don’t have time for this.

Eventually, everyone is silenced, the ringing has stopped, the notifications have slowed down to a crawl; easy to keep up with, quick replies, short reads… and it’s a breath of fresh air.

On this leg of the journey, this phase of the maze, I’ve found it’s twice as difficult now that I’ve silenced those important groups I was once a part of. I found the poetry groups to be relaxing, and comfortable to engage with other people who shared a common interest.

I was once learning from the ones who were doing this phase of the maze, long before me; regardless of their individual levels of success, and because silence is golden, I bailed.

What dictates “success” is based on nothing more than the individual’s manifestation of their success. There was information to be garnished, and information is important, and I discarded those fountains of knowledge, instead of drinking them dry.

I’ve found that thirst again. Came up out of nowhere.

It’ll take some searching on my part, to find the right fit, but I’ve come to that point where re-engaging with those lost places would be beneficial, even subtly. Maybe fill in a few “empty” spaces. Because I’ve made time my bitch, I’ll be reading more as well. Supporting who I can, and continuing to put out good energy.

I asked a confidant in the community which direction sounds best, to reach that next rung on the ladder.

The reply was, to join “This specific group”, lurk around a bit, and it just so happens that “group” was one of the first groups I silenced during my conquest for peace and quiet.

Everything always seems to come back full circle.

Those are the signs and clues I watch for.

Anywho…

A few updates, and perhaps a question.

I received a heartwarming review for the Surrender Game, by someone who has supported this site, long before I pressed publish.

Editorial Reviews

Review

“The Guardian War Chronicles, Volume I. The Surrender Game, by Jeremy Morang, is a science fiction novel that revolves around a distinct struggle to reach an ancient piece of weaponry. This weapon is a symbol of dominance and authority and confers power and glory over the person who possesses it. Liberty Bell is a High Intendant of the Truckstop One fueling station. She is wealthy, brash, straight-forward, greedy, a gambler, rude, and an alcoholic vapor addict. By accident, she gets involved in the struggle of the Guardians to reach the fragment which is a small part of the powerful ancient weapon. Liberty Bell gets stuck in this fight with little more than a clue, as the fragment of the sacred weapon is delivered to her house by chance. This puts the entire universe out of balance. The guardians of the weapon want to have it and Liberty is standing between their goals. They are coming for her at her truckstop to reclaim it and continue on their quest of ultimate glory.
The Guardian War Chronicles, Volume 1. The Surrender Game is the first in, what promises to be, an epic science fiction adventure story. Author Jeremy Morang’s thrilling space opera is a unique fit in a packed genre. Liberty Bell is an intriguing character that is well defined within a short amount of time, which is great because things move rather quickly after the opening scenes. With little time to waste readers are thrust into a universe of danger and mysticism that feels as if it is only barely revealed in this story.
Liberty Bell is a lot of things, pick your adjective, but she is definitely a character who’s rough charm grows on you, and once you take a liking she is easy to root for. It is nice to have a grounded character in a story with dense lore.
This novel reminds me a bit of the movie Legion with Dennis Quaid, add in a bit of the movie Priest with Paul Bettany and you’ve got a story that knows how to setup intriguing characters and propel them through an action filled adventure. The Guardian War Chronicles, Volume I. The Surrender Game is a riveting novel that is consistently entertaining. I can’t wait for volume II.” –Literary Titan

If well grounded characters in a riveting action filled novel is your thing, the link is below.

The best thing about this review… I’ve never seen Legion, or Priest. I vaguely remember the trailers, maybe I saw Legion, but I can’t recall the guts of the films.

That always struck me funny.

I’m researching and tinkering with writing a script. I’ve been told it needs to be a movie, so I figured… why not write something for fun and see what happens? It’s a movie which has been playing out in my imagination for many years, so, why not?

I’m playing around with the idea of a newsletter as well, as recently suggested. And, therein comes the question.

If I was to add a newsletter button, re-do the site a little, what would you like for a newsletter to include? I figured I’d start there, and see what comes of it.

I suppose that’s enough for tonight. I have some chocolate chip cookies to make, and tomorrow will be a busy day.

Be good to each other. Chase the dream. Chat soon. Like, share, subscribe.

peace

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Trailer Release

Here is the book trailer. Vol I of the Guardian War Chronicles. The Surrender Game. I hope you enjoy.

Full disclosure… Yes, I am aware of the typo (sticks out like a sore thumb now). I must have watched the darn thing a hundred times before saying, “ok, good to go,” and completely overlooked it. Instead of making the minor fix, taking the video down, and reposting, I just shrugged it off and said, “meh.”

I expect to get called out on it.

Either way, it was a fun project.

I’ll be reaching out to a second team and working on a different (trailer) idea in the near future. Perhaps with some voice over work.

Creating stuff, with other people, has been a fantastic outlet in my life.

In a world of destruction, chaos and crazy, it feels good to make something now-and-again. Even, if that something is flawed. We only get better with time. I’ll be more observant on the next go around.

To keep the positive energy flowing, I received a wonderful review from Literary Titan. Feel free to read the five star review here. I’ll be posting the author interview once it’s ready.

A short installment on this chilly, Sunday evening. If you like the trailer, please give it a like, subscribe to stay informed, share with friends, and help spread the love.

Be good to each other. Chase the dream. Chat soon.

peace

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Trailer

I’m super excited.

Over the next couple of days, once I have access to the preliminary design(s), I’ll be working on the first batch of revisions for a sixty second “book trailer” for the Surrender Game. I can’t be certain at the moment if alterations will be needed out of the gate, but, with the opportunity for unlimited revisions, I may find things I want to tweak or remove. A bridge to cross.

The best thing about this entire process, other than the kind words and seeing imagination come to life, is the fact I don’t hold fast to any expectations. To have expectations, is to allow potential for disappointment if said expectations are not met.

I’ve found that mentality to be quite rewarding. I don’t expect anything. I’ve always allowed what I do, to be as organic as possible. Low stress. Enjoyable. Not caring about the pay-out, or lack thereof. Just… doing what I love. That “thing” which makes me feel good inside.

That’s what it’s all about, right?

I can think of three artists in my normal life who engage in thier active imaginations daily, and expect nothing in return. Participating, for no other reason, than it makes them feel good. It’s that exciting moment when someone sees the art and says, “Hey, I like that. Can I buy it off ya?”

It moves beyond self-gratification at that point. A realization that our influence, subtle or otherwise, can have a positive effect on others in some fashion. If my imagination brings any joy to someone else… I’ll keep doing it. I don’t have much to offer, or any skills to display, so by default, I work within my provided paradigm.

I don’t engage in this lifestyle, for any other reason, than having a ton of fun seeing my thoughts come into existance. Anything after the fact, someone else’s enjoyment, is just a little something extra. A palate cleanser.

I wanted a book trailer. Heart and soul.

Cinematic. Fast pace. Engaging. Special effects. Customizeable.

I think I found the right group of folks to assist with that.

A lot of content can be crammed into sixty seconds.

I should be receiving the first draft on 1/7. Once we’re done, and everything is finalized, I’ll be sure to share it. I’ll be slapping it on my YouTube channel first, and then sharing it here. It’ll trickle out to the social media areas shorty after.

I may keep the next installment short and sweet and just name it, “Trailer Release”. If you want in on that, for when the trailer drops, please subscribe in my horribly cluttered subscription area.

I’ve decided to re-enter the Twittersphere. If only to support those I enjoy. I’ve never had a full grasp on Twitter operations. Suppose it’s time to keep jumping into the water head first.

A warm welcome to the few folks who have subscribed recently. You honor me with your prescence and support. I can’t thank you enough for jumping aboard and seeing where this madness takes us.

A brief installment tonight. Keeping my peeps in the loop. I anticipate where the imagination will go next. I’ll keep you posted…
Be good to each other. Chase the dream. Chat soon.

peace

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Against the Grain

I’ve been a bit more vocal as of late.

I’m comfortable in my own skin now, for possibly the first time in over a decade.

Often times, my opinions and beliefs fall on deaf ears, and I’ve come to accept that.

I’m not an expert on… anything. Nor do I want to be. I do believe perspective(s) and dialogue are important in everyday life, but, alas… no expertise.

I do enjoy a spirit filled conversation however, and experiencing other(s) perspectives.

I have my opinions, thoughts, and beliefs, and don’t care anymore if those less than popular opinions go against the proverbial grain. I just choose whom to have those discussions with (unless a topic, or question is mentioned to me first). If someone is always guarded, hands over ears babbling “lalalalalalala” as loud as they can, I stop participating. Waste of time… and what’s the point?

Most, if not all conversations are divisive and polarizing. That’s pretty much a given. As humans, we all have common unifiers, what I call “universal talking points” and our surface conversations are often civilized, and easy going.

“How’s the family?”

“How’s work?”

“How was vacation?”

And, we then proceed to chat about the mundane.

It’s the deeper, darker, difficult conversations. We either enjoy hashing them out with friends and family, or, try and avoid the topics at all costs.

I like the difficult conversations. The tricky topics.

Some of my favorite coffee time chats are with those closest to me, who have different sets of beliefs than I.

I thrive on it. I look forward to those discussions.

Yes, I’ve admitted when I’m wrong. I can be humbled. I do have the ability to say, “ya know what?… I see your point,” and then think it through as critically as possible. Weighing both sides as unbiased as I can.

I also enjoy the same reply. It brings a smile to my face when my counterpart says, “You may be on to something there. Let’s hash it out further.”

To make a long story short, I’m sick and tired of all the celebrities, musicians, politicians, movie directors, medical professionals, personalities and talking heads behind podiums, forcing falsities upon me. When the evidence is undeniable, up in the face, obvious, I cringe when I’m told the opposite is true.

A little piece of me dies each time.

Now, when the celebrities, musicians, politicians, movie directors, medical professionals, personalities and talking heads behind podiums start arguing amongst themselves, I have to return to the fence and try to once again see things from both sides.

They can’t both be right…

While I may not have expertise on certain subject matter, I can say I’m researched on multiple sides, of multiple fences.

If I’m told an “indisputable truth” from one side, or the opposite, I must look at both sides. I have no choice.

Then, through self discernment, I’ll come to my own personal conclusions, and life moves on.

As far as I’m concerned, this “subject matter” is more divisive than all the others. I’ve been to the forums, joined the online groups, I’ve engaged in the podcasts, and watched the interviews. I’ve read the arguments, browsed all the evidence from both perspectives as deep as my mind could handle. I’ve listened to the conversations. I’ve heard the words from the celebrities, musicians, politicians, movie directors, medical professionals, personalities and talking heads behind podiums, and I know where everyone falls on the topic. I’ve whipped up a batch of popcorn just to sit and read the comments.

A silent observer.

I can’t remain silent any longer.

I must speak my truth.

There is not a thing, and not a word anyone could speak, which would change my mind. No “expert” no “professional” and I don’t care how many letters they have after their name, or what school they went to.

Nothing will ever convince me 1988’s Die Hard is NOT a Christmas movie.

(A HUGE and warm welcome to the new folks who have recently subscribed to my ramblings on this site, found tucked away in a teeny-tiny corner of the internet universe. I love all you guys.)

Be good to each other. Chase the dream. Chat soon.

peace

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Love Letter

I wrote my wife a love letter, long ago. She keeps it in a small box among her collectables and knick-knacks, and while it was a special note, and from the heart, it wasn’t as authentic as it could have been. I could have said more. I could have written three pages, instead of one.

I couldn’t write another love letter to her, even if I tried. It would still “feel” inauthentic.

My wife enjoys a surprise bouquet sitting in a slender vase on the countertop when she gets home from work, and I always squirm at the thought. Flowers wilt, and die after a time, and my mind repeatedly reminds me that its a waste of money.

(sigh) Doesn’t matter if its a waste. My wife likes it, so I’ll make the attempt… if I can remember to make that attempt.

Remembering, is the tricky part. My mind is always in “survival” mode and properly navigating the current paradigm, so flowers and those “items/trinkets” that don’t serve a greater need, are typically discarded and overlooked. Easily ignored.

I don’t come through very often, and it’s never expected. Flowers appear randomly in the home, at sporadic moments, infrequently, and I do enjoy her emotional responses after the fact; the hugs, wide smiles, and thanks. I watch from a distance as she rearranges the cluster, trims the leaves, cuts the stems, adjusts the water level and finds the perfect location to display them.

It’s easy to admit, but I’m not much of a materialist romantic. Heart shaped boxes of chocolates and fluffy teddy bears are never on the list.

I do have my spontaneous times which catch her off guard, and I enjoy those moments, but mushy-gushy, lovey-dovey, sappy stuff is not part of my makeup.

It’s an unspoken “fact” in my household. Materialist romance “feels” inauthentic to me.

And that’s just me.

While I may not be that hopeless romantic, stealing the blue French horn from the restaurant wall to declare my love for another (a How I Met Your Mother reference), my wife can count on me for everything else. She doesn’t have to lift a finger, unless she wants to.

My role is to provide her the time, energy, and opportunity to engage in whatever it is she wants to do in her reality. Minimal stress. To participate in those activities, which bring her happiness. The more I complete, the more I do, the more freedom she has in life.

My happiness is making sure she’s always happy, and content. Bottom line.

If she’s content I’m free, and happy. Bottom line.

It’s a pleasant unification.

However, the urge to write a second love letter has always been a splinter in the back of my mind. Knowing I couldn’t write another one for my wife (she’s just too badass to put into words), I instead decided to write a love letter dedicated to everything which has made me the person I am today.

Those external influences which helped mold my imagination. Everything I love, or have loved, spanning forty-five years.

The Guardian War Chronicles, is that love letter.

Die Hard, 24, the Walking Dead, Willow, Star Trek (especially Deep Space 9), Star Wars, Firefly, Farscape, Stargate (especially SG Atlantis), Indiana Jones, Lost in Space, Lord of the Rings, the Stallone/Schwarzenegger action adventure/science fiction movies of the 80’s and 90’s. Tombstone. Lethal Weapon. Casino. The Fifth Element…

Among many others.

An amalgamation of all my interests across the entirety of my life… done my way, jammed into 250 pages.

I suppose that’s my shameless plug for the weekend. If you enjoy, what I enjoy, you may just like the book.

No big updates. I may have an author interview at some point soon. I’m looking forward to that event. If anyone is interested, I’ll be sure to post it here. Still hammering on the sequel. Working on getting through the holidays unscathed.

That’s all to report for today. Time moves forward.

Be good to each other. Follow the dream. Chat soon.

peace

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Monsters

The monsters are waiting patiently hiding in the dark.

Evil disguised as shining light, and soon, they’ll disembark.

A purge is coming, that right soon. The culling once foretold,

by the ancient priests, those long deceased, an archaic story, old.

It’s happened before in other times, and it will happen again.

The great reset, a prophesied duet. Only the light knows when.

And when those stars, they do align, the monsters set out to hunt.

Their empire vast, their armies amassed deciding the battlefront.

The peasants lose, each and every time, matters not how hard they fight.

Brawl, then perish, live in chains–they arrive with a furious might.

The enemy again triumphant. Billions harvested, for their souls.

The source of the light is pleased again, gaining strength, more control.

She’s lived a billion lifetimes, oblivious to the ones before.

A difficult past, a hard outcast, and evil’s knocking at her door.

That eternal dance continues against a foe, heartless, cruel.

Join Intendant Bell, in her truckstop hotel where she makes all the rules.

The Surrender Game is a duel. A conflict spanning time and space.

A war across the eons including each and every race.

The light has finished resting now, and it’s minions need to feed.

The High Intendant of Truckstop One has what the enemy needs.

The possibilities are endless, but, “it’s a game that must be played.

“Come join us, Child, destiny calls, no need to be afraid.”

The choices are a paradox. The lines of good and evil blurred.

She was raised inside the shadows, and within the darkness she prefers.

Thank you for reading and joining me on my journey. The Surrender Game is now available for purchase on Kindle. Please subscribe in the provided area to receive a notification of new posts by email or feel free to follow me on Twitter @jeremymorang, or like my Facebook page to receive information about the Guardian War Chronicles, and other installments to come. Please give this a like if you like it, share with others to help spread the love, or leave a comment if you wish. See you at the next one.

The Sequel

I’ve been asked when the sequel will be ready.

For the most part, it is ready. I’m tweaking and rearranging some things; had to remove a deadweight character from the plotline, and then rework the story around that “killed darling”.

For continuity purposes, and staying with the primary story– post Surrender Game– I’ve had to invest some additional time within the structure to ensure I didn’t miss anything. It’s easy to get lost in the guts sometimes and accidentally overlook important areas. It feels good to be back in the sequel again.

I had to put that story aside for quite a time, and devote my energy elsewhere, but now that the primary mission is complete, I can return to the second installment, with fresh eyes.

I’m just doing my best to stay on top of it all.

(whew)… a ton of work.

The remainder of December will be spent deep in the sequel, ironing out the bugs, and staying active with book two until I reach that level of comfort.

After the holidays, once comfortable, I’ll be reconnecting with the team and inquiring to the services I need to make it read worthy.

The sequel has already been through a round of developmental edits. It’ll need a line/copy edit, and then I’ll send it away to the beta readers.

All plans are in motion.

Quiet on the Homefront this week. Chilly days, with a crust of frozen snow covering the yard. I abandoned the lair for the winter, and carved out a little office nook in the kitchen upstairs. While the basement is all mine to do what I pleased, it did get a little cold down there. That, and a minor electrical issue.

Its much warmer on the main floor.

I can live with that.

A huge shout out and a warm welcome to the new subscribers! Thank you for your support.

I love all you guys.

For those who are interested in reading my debut novel, the first chapter of the sequel, can be found at the end of the Surrender Game.

Be kind to each other. Chase the dream. Chat soon.

peace

Thank you for reading and joining me on my journey. The Surrender Game is now available for purchase on Kindle. Please subscribe in the provided area to receive a notification of new posts by email or feel free to follow me on Twitter @jeremymorang, or like my Facebook page to receive information about the Guardian War Chronicles, and other installments to come. Please give this a like if you like it, share with others to help spread the love, or leave a comment if you wish. See you at the next one.

Broken

A sad day.

An unexpected, heartbreaking loss.

She’d been a member of my family, for what seems to be… an eternity.

Strong. Loyal.

Battlehardened.

She had her scars. A rough life. Regardless of the torture endured, I could always count on her. She got me through some tough times. Faithful.

We had our outdoor chats. She knew my secrets. Depending on the situation, and the environmental pressures, she was right at my side through thick and thin. She helped prop me up, when I was weak and weary.

A true ally.

But, today it all fell apart.

I heard her brittle bones snapping in my bare hands. I felt her fragile spine splintering, and twisting. The end was near. I froze, as I knew what was about to happen next.

Push through it old girl. I believe in you. Don’t let me down now. We can get through this, damn it!

And, push through the pain, she did. My heart swelled with pride. She had to move a little slower and take less weight, but once again, she came through for me and I was able to nod my silent appreciation, and then, take her to where she needed to go. The final resting place.

It was time to part ways.

It was time for a replacement.

In with the new.

A little symbolic, in its own esoteric way. 2020 has been one of the best years in my personal history, and getting better as 2021 approaches therefore I saw my loss… as a blessing and a sign. New home. New novel(s). New goals. New life. It made sense that it was time for her to depart from this world.

We lost power last night, four hours into a snowstorm. From what I understand, outages in my neck of the woods is commonplace, and to be expected. Luckily, I don’t worry about outages anymore. I used to be the only one on my street without a generator. The only home in the neighborhood without lights on. Not this year… never again.

However, I have always been a bit of a caveman. I see my friendly neighbors out in their driveway, with self-propelled snowblowers, an attached protective plastic shield surrounding them on all sides, thick chains wrapping the tires, tossing snow halfway across the yard.

And, here I am, hunched over, shoveling like a madman.

It continually surprises me that I always seem to complete my chore, long before them. Even with incremental coffee breaks.

As I reached the end of the driveway, where the heavy “heart attack snow” was piled up from passing plow trucks barrelling down the street through the overnight, my shovel finally gave out on me, and I then had to say goodbye. It was a slow death. I watched it happen in real time.

The handle broke with the last shovel full. The end of an era.

Her replacement however is a jacked up, ergonomically correct, multi-handled, wide base, sharp toothed, yellow beast of the north which is screaming from the basement corner to be released into the next storm.

I have a feeling she and I will become quite close over the years.

The power finally came back on, and my Sunday has been a bit lazy.

Standard updates: Having some complications with the paperback(s) formatting and ISBN issues. Amazon is always sending emails to “fix this, and fix that, and then we’ll review again”. I may have to hire someone to help me see that madness through to completion. It really starts to get under the skin.

Regardless of those trivial pains in the ass and those future bridges to cross, the Surrender Game is available, and folks seem to enjoy it. That’s all I want.

Chase the dream. Be kind to each other. Chat soon.

peace

Thank you for reading and joining me on my journey. The Surrender Game is now available for purchase on Kindle. Please subscribe in the provided area to receive a notification of new posts by email or feel free to follow me on Twitter @jeremymorang, or like my Facebook page to receive information about the Guardian War Chronicles, and other installments to come. Please give this a like if you like it, share with others to help spread the love, or leave a comment if you wish. See you at the next one.

As Promised

https://jeremymorang.com/tales-poems-and-short-stories-from-the-exterior/

As promised, here is the free read. The companion story.

One can choose how they wish to proceed at this point.

To read the companion, first, will offer historical references for the region of space named, the Exterior (the Vega Grid). The companion will provide back stories for specific characters, time-lines, historical figures, key moments, and locations for those “events” which occur within the Surrender Game universe. A brief narrative providing hints to the way the economy works, how goods and services are provided, the currencies used, a loose explanation of the political structure, and the basic way of life out there in the territories within the Vega Grid.

To read the companion after the Surrender Game, will provide more of the same. A little something extra.

Meant to be read in either order.

Disclaimer: those who have read both installments, thus far, have told me its more fun reading the companion after the Surrender Game. Based exclusively on what I have been told.

But, the choice is yours. I just hope you enjoy.

🙂 Be kind to each other. Chase the dream. Chat soon.

peace

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An Ongoing Adventure

Good morning and happy Sunday!
Good, and bad news to share today.

The good news—Overall, I had managed to do, what I had set out to do. I published my first novel. (doing the happy dance, doing the happy dance)

Here are a couple of links for those who are interested. The Surrender Game, Kindle version, is $3.99. Working through some technical stuff on the paperback. Hoping this upcoming week, I’ll have that all squared away.

https://author.amazon.com/home

The companion is in review stages.

And, with the companion, comes the bad news.

This entire process has been a trial by fire. Learning the ropes as I go. Making more mistakes than I can count. Only through honesty, and trying to work around the problems, can I get better at this. All I want to do, is be better than I was the day before.

I was moping around the house last night, lost in disappointment. I felt foolish, embarrassed, and a little detached.

Over the last six months, I had been promising the companion story as a “free” read.

Hindsight always being 20/20, I discovered “free” isn’t always an option. My intentions were sound… and the goal remains the same. The companion HAS to be free. There is no gray area with that. I won’t stop until I can make that a reality.

As it stands, for the moment, I got the companion to the lowest possible price.

$.99

The Amazon standard. I couldn’t get around it. It was a kick to the gut.

Moving forward, if folks want to support me and pay the $.99 price, that will be an option.

Or, every 90 days, I can change it to “free” for a five day period. Using the 5 days all at once, or spreading the five days out, over that 90 day time period.

The paperback companion will also be at the lowest price possible until I can find a workaround. If nothing else, this is indeed an ongoing adventure. A never-ending story.

In the meantime, I’ll be researching alternate venues so I can “guarantee” that free read I had been promising all this time.

I may put it on this site as a forever free read, if I can figure out how to pull that off.

Or, an online reading outlet, elsewhere? (If anyone has a good suggestion, I’m all ears). I have to do, what I had initially set out to do, in it’s entirety. I have to adhere to my promises… somehow. I have to maintain my guarantees… somehow. Sometimes it takes a village to raise a child, and I’m indeed in my infancy. No shame. Only looking for good solutions.

Regardless, The Surrender Game is now in the real world and ready to be shared. I hope you enjoy the read, as much as I enjoyed the work.

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Be good to each other. Chase the dream. Chat soon.

peace

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