


“If you have a public account with Twitter, which makes updates available for anyone to read, you have a Klout score, whether you know it or not…”
Source: Wired
“There’s no way to get around the fact that we put a number next to your face and it’s tied to your ego,” Klout founder, Joe Fernandez says. “I think the controversy and conversation around what we’re doing is ultimately good. The world is changing and we’re doing something completely new.”
“But forward-thinking companies and employers recognize that social media is the platform of the future. Whether or not you work in an industry where building your online influence matters (i.e. public relations, marketing or sales), over the next decade you will be hired and promoted based upon your reputation capital.”





Megan and Holly ran, weaving their way through the crowds of the carnival and hollering to hear over the thick cheer that permeated the festive evening. Two teenage boys looked them up and down as they passed. Megan yanked Holly by her arm and pulled her into a long shadow cast by the colorful lights that illuminated a rickety roller coaster. They huddled together, giggling. A moment later, the roller coaster whooshed by, sending them scampering through the mass of carnival-goers, engulfed in uncontrollable shrieks of laughter.
A small red tent with a psychedelic sign that read “Psychic Readings! See Your Future! $3!” caught Megan’s attention. She dragged Holly to the entrance, and they peered into the smoky gloom as they parted the curtain of stringed glass beads, which clinked and jingled as they were pushed to the side.
Holly pulled at Megan’s sleeve, “Let’s get out of here.”
Megan distractedly shrugged off Holly’s hand. She was mesmerized by the rush of the unknown, spellbound by the eccentric woman sitting within the darkened tent. A chill ran up Megan’s spine. The woman looked into her eyes and beckoned her forward. Megan reached behind her and grasped Holly’s hand, pulling her into the tent against her will. She reached into her pocket and, barely able to take her eyes from the old woman’s, fumbled to count her money and then shoved six crumpled dollar bills into a glass jar that sat on a pedestal by the entrance.
The cacophony of the rides and the crowds seemed to fall away as a hushed stillness closed in around them, save for the crackle of the flickering flames dancing on their wicks. The girls’ hands trembled. They were equally scared and excited by the mystical old woman shrouded in veils. Several bracelets clanked and dangled from her thick wrist as she motioned for them to sit around the small round table. They startled when the old woman grabbed their hands with her rough, plump fingers, then she slowly and dramatically closed her eyes.
Her hands tightened around theirs. The woman gasped a deep breath, and her body rose up and back, as if she were being pushed against the back of her chair. She held her breath, then let it out in a rush of air. Her hands fell open, releasing theirs. Her shoulders slumped forward, and her head followed.
Holly snapped her head in Megan’s direction and mouthed, “What the hell?”
The woman opened her heavily-painted eyes, which grew wide and laden with concern, and stared into Megan’s eyes. Megan felt riveted to her chair. The woman reached across the table and touched her hand, sending a jolt of energy up Megan’s arm. Megan pulled her hand away, frightened. The woman whispered to her, “Ah, High Priestess, my teen querent. She will need you, and you will know.”
Megan’s legs trembled, her heart pounded in her chest. Her breaths came in short, clipped bursts. She and Holly turned wide, scared eyes toward each other. The woman moved her vision to the space between Megan and Holly. “Three of Swords pierce a heart. Against the background of a storm, it bleeds.” She closed her eyes again, and whispered, “I see death.” Her eyes slowly opened and she squinted, as if she were watching a scene unfold of a different time and place, her eyes darting without focus. Then seeming to recite, she intoned, “Blood or poison will come: Transformation—passage—truth.”
The girls reached for each other’s shaking hands. Holly’s eyes welled with tears, her head visibly shook. Megan remained focused on each word the old woman said, unable to turn away.
The psychic turned those same concerned eyes to Holly. They glazed over with a look the girls could not read. Fear? Hatred? Understanding? She pointed a long, painted fingernail at Holly and hissed, “Judgment asks for the resurrection to summon the past, forgive it, and let it go.” She lowered her hand and said, “One will be released,” then quietly, under her breath, “and returned after death.”
After a moment of panicked silence, the girls stood, sending their chairs flying askew. Then they fled, running fast and hard into the chaos of the carnival, caught in a frenzy of fear and hysterical laughter.
The psychic screamed into the night behind them. Her words trailed in their wake and echoed in Megan’s ears for days, “With this spell, I empower thee. I empower thee!”


In the Akasha Series, both of Kaitlyn's parents passed just after she had turned 18. The family's ability to manipulate the natural elements of water, air, fire, and earth, was yet to be revealed. However, Kaitlyn was able to tap into the strength of her mother to survive some of the worst moments life had to offer."Is it happy hour already?"
Shawn didn't laugh. Without glancing up, he said, "I am souring your luck." He put the lime in a bowl and added salt and ashes. He placed the bowl in front of me, stood, and gave orders to have me moved back into the bed. As they lifted me off the table, I managed to kick over the bowl of lime and ashes.
I can make my own luck, I thought. Mother taught me how.
“Why did you take the toys away?”
For a second, I think the dog—already convinced she’s human—has finally mastered English. I look back down at my feet and see that my daughter has joined her brother on the cold tiles of the kitchen floor.
I don’t answer the question. I’m wondering if I should make them get up and relocate to the family room carpet. But I don’t. They look so adorable, so relaxed, like sunbathers on the first day of summer.
With time moving so fast I’m determined to hold on to all the sweetness I can find in a day.
“Don’t you love her anymore?” My son’s chin rests against the dog. His voice is muffled by her thick coat.
I wonder why he’s so focused on the question of love, today. He’s fast approaching that age when boys discover girls, and the first blush of hormones turns into trading notes in class, sitting together at lunch, and calling each other on the phone.
I’m dreading it.
I don’t want him to outgrow childhood, to outgrow the reach of my mommy role as Most Important Person.
“Of course, I love her,” I say. “That’s precisely why I cleaned her toys. She can have them back tomorrow.”
The kids cuddle up closer to our dog, tangling themselves into a heap of limbs, pajamas and fluffy fur. And they begin to sing. It’s a song I thought they had long-ago forgotten. A child’s song, soft and happy.
I stand completely still, afraid my slightest movement will end the magic.
I hear the garage door rising. As my husband walks through the side door, I hold a finger in front of my lips. He nods, and flashes me a smile. I want to relive this moment later, much later in life when we sit our old bones down in rocking chairs and hold wiggling grandchildren on our knees.
Our children finish the last few lines of the song before calling out, in unison, “Hi Dad!”
His reply is drowned out by the chimes of the doorbell. The kids and dog are up in a flash in a mad-scrabble race to the front door. Their favorite babysitter has arrived. I know all of them are thrilled by the prospect of no parents for the evening.
My son will get to watch that absurd reality show, thinking I’ll never be the wiser. My daughter, who greatly aspires to be sixteen, will spend the evening being dazzled by stories about high school. And the babysitter, about to get royally paid for spending the evening texting half the teens in our zip code, will be adored by all present.
As I listen to the hurried chatter of excited voices, my eyes remain on the now-empty spot on the kitchen floor. Is this what it will feel like when they’ve gone off into the world? Will I still hear their laughter echoing in this house?
“I love you.”
My husband’s words are soft in the quiet room. I know the exact look on his face when he speaks with that tone—the tone he’s been using lately when he talks about us having another child, one more child, before no more are possible.
I love this man. I love seeing his sleepy eyes in the morning. I love holding his body against mine in the night. I love hearing him tell the same stories over and over again.
And I love his children.
One more?
Yes.



"Nielsen Media announced today that it would be abandoning its trademark people meters as data gathering devices for its television ratings measurements and would begin using Facebook Likes and Twitter Trends instead."
“A Priya in Washington unites three of my favorite subjects: The Priyas (a secret society formed twenty years ago), Washington, D.C. (the most beautiful small town ever mislabeled a city), and navigating the challenges of self-publishing an ebook (otherwise known as launching a small business). Where it all leads is anybody’s guess. Come be part of the journey. We’ll find out together.”

“Thank goodness you did. It hadn’t occurred to me to pack signal flairs in case of emergency. I might have needed them.”
Kader passed an eye over the large leather purse on her side of the booth. “You’re still carrying those giant bags, I see. If purses that size become a trend in this city, there will be no room left for the humans.”
“You know as well as I do that Washington is not a city,” Ava said in a crisp tone. “A city is a sprawling metropolis where even the most outrageous personalities simply blend in with the skyline. Washington is a small town with large buildings.”
“Yes,” he agreed, as he watched her face closely. “It’s coming back to me now. All of it.”


Author Stephanie Alexander
“Starbucks Coffee Co. is beefing up its digital and information technology leadership team with the promotion of two senior officers, the company said Friday.
Adam Brotman, previously senior vice president of Starbucks Digital Ventures, will take on the expanded role of chief digital officer, reporting to chief executive Howard Schultz.
Curt Garner, who most recently was Starbucks’ senior vice president of business technology, has been named chief information officer.”
“The list is composed by the editors of the "News Surveys" department, not by The New York Times Book Review department, where it is published. It is based on weekly sales reports obtained from selected samples of independent and chain bookstores and wholesalers throughout the United States.
The exact methodology used in creating the list is classified as a trade secret. Book Review staff editor Gregory Cowles explained the method "is a secret both to protect our product and to make sure people can't try to rig the system. Even in the Book Review itself, we don't know (the news surveys department's) precise methods.”
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“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.”

Source“As of October 2011 there were more than 400,000 apps available for Android, and the estimated number of applications downloaded from the Android Market as of December 2011 exceeded 10 billion.”
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Author Shelli Johnson
Hi there and good morning!
I read your blog post, was going to leave a comment, and then realized that my comment would be way too long. LOL I thought I'd email you instead to share my experience with KDP Select.
Okay. I enrolled If We Dare to Dream after hearing about one author's experience. She had over 7,000 copies downloaded on a free day. While I freely admit I was dead set against it, I talked about it with my family and we decided why not try it with one title. So, I did. I pulled the new book off of Smashwords. It was still new, didn't have reviews with Barnes and Noble or Smashwords yet *with the exception of Linda, who's probably my biggest fan*. Since it was new, it was a gamble I thought I could take.
Well, during my first free day, I had over 2,000 downloads. I initially did two days, and I noticed that was a waste. Spread them out if you do it. However, with that being said, I ended up finishing December with over 3,000 downloaded. Now I'm not a fan of giving away all my hard work, but Ashley, I reached more readers in the three free days that I did in December than I have in the year of working 15 hour days writing, editing, and then marketing the darned books. I also managed to get four 5* reviews - from readers! Not friends, bloggers, authors, etc. These were from readers who enjoyed the book enough to write me reviews. To me, that's a success. Also, it had helped with my other titles. Readers that have made their way through are coming back and reading my other two. That's loyalty! Also a great sign.
January slowed down a bit for all of my titles, but I did another free day and had almost another 1,000 downloaded. I've been in the bestseller lists in both the UK and USA under paid - not free - paid! The way I see it is that it's free advertising. I've found that the "average" reader doesn't scour the blogs or Twitter to find an author. They browse Amazon. How will they find you if you're book is so low in the rankings that you don't make any lists? I don't have a budget to spend because I do make so little with the writing, but Amazon has helped me reach so many people that I can't say it's been a failure.
The downside: Okay, I know that there are a bunch of readers who just go through and download the books. Will they read mine? I don't know. But again, even if 10% read it and like it enough to buy my other titles, I'm on my way to gaining a loyal group. Over time maybe that will grow enough for me to earn a steady monthly income. Maybe not millions, but I don't really care about that. I'd love to just be able to make enough to keep me afloat.
The lending: I had priced all of my books for .99 during December and had a ton downloaded (again, from the exposure of the free book). I hated doing that since I only earn .34/book. But Amazon sent an email saying that those that were lent would be earning 1.70 for each borrow. That's more than the book was priced for the month, so I'm not complaining. The way they figure the price to pay is via the amount borrowed, not enrolled. So if you have no borrows, you don't get paid.
Will I re-enroll after the 90 days? Probably not. I do have some Nook readers waiting for If We Dare to Dream, so I want to give them the opportunity to pick it up. However, once my 90 days with IWDTD is up, I may enroll book two. I'll keep you posted.
Is KDP for everyone? No! If you're doing okay and selling fine without needing the exposure, don't do it. Don't limit yourself. I'm not established enough yet to be a familiar name, so for me it's worth it.
Is everyone a bestseller? No. I have seen some authors have free downloads of 20k and others with only 200 for their free day. It depends on the book, genre, reviews, etc.
Have I remained a bestseller? Yes and no. I'm still doing well in England, but it varies. I'm not seeing 60 purchases a day like some other authors, so I fall off the lists and then get back on. I don't know how. Overall, I've been a bestseller for four weeks in the paid category during the months of December and January. I'm happy with that and hope I can stabilize enough to stay there more often!
I've seen a ton of criticism from other authors who feel that giving away your book is hurtful for everyone, but personally I don't see it that way. If you hook in a reader, they will come back and buy your books. Giving them away is like an incentive to buy if your writing is strong and you tell a good story. As I said, I have three titles, two of which are not free, and they're selling too. Not bestsellers, but still higher than they were before.
You have to have a good, well-written story to succeed in hooking them. Hopefully the ones who have my book will like my new ones... time will tell.
I do hope this helps explain it a little. Yes, it's frightening, but it's also a great way to get your name out there if you need it. A small price to pay, in my opinion! Just some food for thought for you. Let me know if you have any other questions and I'll try to help. I'm not a pro by any means, but it has helped me a lot.
Hugs,
Collette

Melissa Foster is a touchstone for the indie publishing community.
But the best part? It's not listed above.
It’s this: Melissa Foster is the real deal. Every day, she is out here, in the trenches, sleeves rolled up, cheerful and energetic, as she engages, supports, and creates. She is out in front, navigating the unknown, clearing a path, and setting up sign posts to ensure that all members of the self-published and indie published community have a clear opportunity to walk that same path.
She is not just opening doors, she is installing them.
When I found out Melissa had included me on her nomination list for the Kreativ Blogger Awards, I was…electrified.
I have come to know several of the nominees over the past year, and all are intelligent, community-centric gamer-changers. Melissa's lovely comments about each person can be read in full here.
Stacy Eaton
Nicole Humphrey Cook
Daisy Hickman
Laurie Carlson
Christine Cunningham
Micheal Rivers
Maria Snell
Accepting this nomination, so kindly extended to me by Melissa, requires two parts. The first is to list ten things readers might not know about me. For a point of reference, Melissa has thirteen items on her list—I’m grinning over that—and my favorite of all of them, far and away, is number eleven.
Here are ten things you many not know about me:
1. I think Ray Charles sings the most beautiful rendition of America the Beautiful that I’ve ever heard.
2. I come from a long line of serious Gin Rummy players.
3. I performed once at the Kennedy Center.
4. I’ve been to 32 of our 50 United States…so far.
5. I am passionate about golf carts.
6. I can cook anything except bacon. Burnt in the middle. Raw on the ends. Gross.
7. My brother taught me how to play Ladder Golf. His mistake.
8. I drink tea every day.
9. My hair is big. HUGE. My sincerest thanks to whomever it was that invented the hair dryer.
10. When I sing, I sound nothing like Adele. Unfortunately.
And now for the best part of the Kreativ Blogger Award, passing it on. This is accomplished by nominating six new people, and by offering insight into each choice. And how was it, narrowing this vibrant, welcoming, self-publishing and indie publishing community down to six nominations? Hard.
In the end, I picked people who, like their work, reach into my spirit.
These are special people, each unique in his or her own way. If you haven’t already met them, I hope you’ll take a moment to introduce yourself, here or on their blogs, Twitter, or Facebook pages, and that you’ll come to know them through their novels, short stories, and poetry, too.
Chicki Brown, I know how much you have to teach—I’ve read your books. New members of the self-publishing community would be wise to observe your marketing methods, to learn from your choices and innovations, and to emulate you. I wish the Internet had a place for afternoon tea, one where we could sit down together at a beautifully dressed table, sip from flowery porcelain cups, and nibble on sandwiches that look more like art than they do food. There, in that place—in this, my wish—you could talk and I could listen to, learn from, and enjoy your wisdom. You are a pillar in this emerging industry, and I am honored by your friendship.
Kellianne Sweeney, you are a relentlessly positive force for your fellow self-published and indie published writers. You are also positively relentless in your determination to keep your eye on the goal, to do things the right way, and to be gracious each and every day. Watching the manner in which you interact with your colleagues and fans, it is obvious that you enjoy your life, and that you are filled with positive energy and positive thoughts. Your innovation, #TeaserTrain, is a major gift of opportunity to emerging writers in this community. Thanks for letting me become a part of it.
R.S. Guthrie, there is nothing more appealing than a tough guy—the good kind, the best kind—with a tender heart. Your actions speak to honor, just as your writing speaks to the struggle between good and evil that surrounds us, and that, sometimes, is in us. Right alongside your mystery, thriller and horror novels, perhaps even sitting hand-in-hand with them, are the sweetest and gentlest stories of a father’s love. I wish you chart-topping success. More, so much more, I wish you joy.
M.J. Kane, you are one of the most excited—and exciting—almost-published authors in the Twitterverse! When I am reading your blog posts, I feel as though I’m front row in the stands, going wild, as you take that last corner, as you fly toward that finish line giving it everything you’ve got. Sometimes, you get moving so fast that I think I need a seat-belt just to watch you in action! It’s awesome. Why? Despite the pace and the intensity, you are confident, sure-footed, focused on your objective to become a successful, multi-published author. Congratulations, friend—you’re well on your way!
Carl Purdon, you are the colleague and friend that every author—new or legendary—hopes will be present at every event and memorable moment in his or her career. When the little achievements happen, the ones that become bricks in the foundation of a writer’s success, you are always there, mortar in hand, saying, “That is a mighty fine brick.” You are supportive and engaging as you move through this online world with funny tweets and deep poetry. There is a calm sensibility that surrounds you, and a wit that is not so much dry as it is poignant. When I read your work, especially your poetry, I think to myself, Mark Twain would have found a kindred spirit in you.
Deborah Batterman, you make me smile. You have a worldliness about you, an evolved perspective that shines through everything you write—published works, blog posts, guest posts, tweets, even Facebook comments. Beautiful words come naturally to you, flow from your mind and fingers, filling blank spaces with images that lure the imagination and fill new writers with hope. You have an ability to find just the right words, at just the right time; an ability to set the pace, the tone, with the gentle, guiding hand of a woman, a mother, an artist, who understands the value—and magic—of discovering one’s creative self.