All Discussions Tagged 'Science' - The Book Marketing Network2024-03-28T18:56:19Zhttp://thebookmarketingnetwork.com/forum/topic/listForTag?tag=Science&feed=yes&xn_auth=noNew novel jacket blurbtag:thebookmarketingnetwork.com,2017-04-27:523145:Topic:7017472017-04-27T01:41:47.387ZGraham Claytonhttp://thebookmarketingnetwork.com/profile/GrahamClayton
<p><em>Hi everyone</em><br></br><br></br><em>Below is a draft copy of the jacket blurb for my second novel Saving Paludis. I would be pleased to get some feedback - too short? better words? better structure? etc. With thanks, Graham C.</em><br></br><br></br>On a planet far from Earth rebellion is underway. <br></br><br></br>The natives, subdued by military action in the distant past, occupy a reserve on the North East peninsula. They have been plotting revenge for hundreds of years.<br></br><br></br>The human inhabitants,…</p>
<p><em>Hi everyone</em><br/><br/><em>Below is a draft copy of the jacket blurb for my second novel Saving Paludis. I would be pleased to get some feedback - too short? better words? better structure? etc. With thanks, Graham C.</em><br/><br/>On a planet far from Earth rebellion is underway. <br/><br/>The natives, subdued by military action in the distant past, occupy a reserve on the North East peninsula. They have been plotting revenge for hundreds of years.<br/><br/>The human inhabitants, spurred by a failing economy, plot their own course. A new technology that can dramatically change the way mankind explores the universe promises salvation. The mother planet, however, does not agree, especially when several savage attacks on Earth appear to emanate from Paludis.<br/><br/>Agent Stefan Lattanzis, botanist Clare Cavanna and several renegade aliens battle to save Paludis. Everything is against them.<br/><br/>But every once in a while in the universe there is born a great leader, a messiah, who can change the fortunes of an entire planet …</p> Is It on Time to Reconstruct the World Economy?tag:thebookmarketingnetwork.com,2015-12-31:523145:Topic:6733432015-12-31T13:27:22.464ZSsemakula Peter Luyimahttp://thebookmarketingnetwork.com/profile/SsemakulaPeterLuyima
<p><a href="http://hubpages.com/education/IS-IT-ON-TIME-TO-RECONSTRUCT-THE-WORLD-ECONOMY" target="_blank">Is It on Time to Reconstruct the World Economy?</a></p>
<p><a href="http://hubpages.com/education/IS-IT-ON-TIME-TO-RECONSTRUCT-THE-WORLD-ECONOMY" target="_blank">Is It on Time to Reconstruct the World Economy?</a></p> I would like your feedback please.tag:thebookmarketingnetwork.com,2014-08-09:523145:Topic:6374072014-08-09T18:11:14.185ZR.Casteelhttp://thebookmarketingnetwork.com/profile/RCasteel
<p>I hope this doesn't come across as spam because that's not my intention at all. I'm actually looking for some honest feedback and discussion. I make no secrets that it's my best friends book I am talking about but I need to hear what you guys think about it. He's writing on book two in the series so having some reader input will only improve the sequel.<br></br> <br></br> The book is called Highway to the Stars: The Beginning . It's a sci-fi adventure about four automotive engineers who stumble on…</p>
<p>I hope this doesn't come across as spam because that's not my intention at all. I'm actually looking for some honest feedback and discussion. I make no secrets that it's my best friends book I am talking about but I need to hear what you guys think about it. He's writing on book two in the series so having some reader input will only improve the sequel.<br/> <br/> The book is called Highway to the Stars: The Beginning . It's a sci-fi adventure about four automotive engineers who stumble on an incredible discovery. This accidental find creates alot of unwanted attention from a band of misfits villains (*soft spoiler* the villains are really only there for comic relief). The guys end up going on an unbelievable journey as they work through their discovery. <br/> <br/> For me, the thing I enjoyed the most was the character development. I found myself emotionally connected in some way to each one of the people in the book. Especially old Uncle Garrett because he reminds me of my granddaddy. lol Right out of the gate, I got sucked into John, the protagonist. John had possibly the worst day any person could imagine. My heart ached for John with all his struggles throughout the book. He earned my respect to say the least. Bobby and Lora.. well let's just say if Bobby were a real guy, I'd be giving Lora a run for her money. He's loveable and funny. Then again, Lora is such a sweetheart that is hide behind a fierce "I don't back down" exterior, she'd either kick my arse for him or make me feel so guilty, I'd leave her man alone. lol The rest of the crew each have their own likable qualities in my opinion. What I want to know is how you think about them though.<br/> <br/> You stand to lose nothing by at least taking a peek at the sample chapters on Amazon. If you get sucked into the story, hit the buy button. If it's not your thing, you wasted a few minutes of your time. Nothing ventured, nothing gained right? <br/> <br/> If you do get hooked into the adventure and characters, good news.. Blood Red Sky, the sequel is almost ready to send to the editors.. won't be long now at all! And speaking of editors, ignore those early reviews that point out the poor editing, that would be MY fault, not B.E. Wilson's. Since then, it's been polished and perfected the right way by Scribendi, professional editors. <br/> <br/> Let me know some feedback so going forward books are what you, the readers, truly enjoy reading. We aim to please!!! </p> Here is Practical Explanation about Next Life, Purpose of Human Life, philosophical/religious facts, theories etc.tag:thebookmarketingnetwork.com,2013-10-13:523145:Topic:6000322013-10-13T08:55:03.692ZJaya Jagannathhttp://thebookmarketingnetwork.com/profile/JayaJagannath
<p>Practical Explanation ( For Example ) :- `1st of all can you tell me every single seconds detail from that time when you born ?? ( i need every seconds detail ?? that what- what you have thought and done on every single second )<br></br><br></br>can you tell me every single detail of your `1 cheapest Minute Or your whole hour, day, week, month, year or your whole life ??<br></br><br></br>if you are not able to tell me about this life then what proof do you have that you didn't forget your past ? and that…</p>
<p>Practical Explanation ( For Example ) :- `1st of all can you tell me every single seconds detail from that time when you born ?? ( i need every seconds detail ?? that what- what you have thought and done on every single second )<br/><br/>can you tell me every single detail of your `1 cheapest Minute Or your whole hour, day, week, month, year or your whole life ??<br/><br/>if you are not able to tell me about this life then what proof do you have that you didn't forget your past ? and that you will not forget this present life in the future ?<br/><br/>that is Fact that Supreme Lord Krishna exists but we posses no such intelligence to understand him.<br/>there is also next life. and i already proved you that no scientist, no politician, no so-called intelligent man in this world is able to understand this Truth. cuz they are imagining. and you cannot imagine what is god, who is god, what is after life etc.<br/>_______<br/>for example :Your father existed before your birth. you cannot say that before your birth your father don,t exists.<br/><br/>So you have to ask from mother, "Who is my father?" And if she says, "This gentleman is your father," then it is all right. It is easy.<br/>Otherwise, if you makes research, "Who is my father?" go on searching for life; you'll never find your father.<br/><br/>( now maybe...maybe you will say that i will search my father from D.N.A, or i will prove it by photo's, or many other thing's which i will get from my mother and prove it that who is my Real father.{ So you have to believe the authority. who is that authority ? she is your mother. you cannot claim of any photo's, D.N.A or many other things without authority ( or ur mother ).<br/><br/>if you will show D.N.A, photo's, and many other proofs from other women then your mother. then what is use of those proofs ??} )<br/><br/>same you have to follow real authority. "Whatever You have spoken, I accept it," Then there is no difficulty. And You are accepted by Devala, Narada, Vyasa, and You are speaking Yourself, and later on, all the acaryas have accepted. Then I'll follow.<br/>I'll have to follow great personalities. The same reason mother says, this gentleman is my father. That's all. Finish business. Where is the necessity of making research? All authorities accept Krsna, the Supreme Personality of Godhead. You accept it; then your searching after God is finished.<br/><br/>Why should you waste your time?<br/>_______<br/>all that is you need is to hear from authority ( same like mother ). and i heard this truth from authority " Srila Prabhupada " he is my spiritual master.<br/>im not talking these all things from my own.<br/>___________<br/><br/>in this world no `1 can be Peace full. this is all along Fact.<br/><br/>cuz we all are suffering in this world 4 Problems which are Disease, Old age, Death, and Birth after Birth.<br/><br/>tell me are you really happy ?? you can,t be happy if you will ignore these 4 main problem. then still you will be Forced by Nature.<br/>___________________<br/><br/>if you really want to be happy then follow these 6 Things which are No illicit sex, No gambling, No drugs ( No tea & coffee ), No meat-eating ( No onion & garlic's )<br/><br/>5th thing is whatever you eat `1st offer it to Supreme Lord Krishna. ( if you know it what is Guru parama-para then offer them food not direct Supreme Lord Krishna )<br/><br/>and 6th " Main Thing " is you have to Chant " hare krishna hare krishna krishna krishna hare hare hare rama hare rama rama rama hare hare ".<br/>_______________________________<br/>If your not able to follow these 4 things no illicit sex, no gambling, no drugs, no meat-eating then don,t worry but chanting of this holy name ( Hare Krishna Maha-Mantra ) is very-very and very important.<br/><br/>Chant " hare krishna hare krishna krishna krishna hare hare hare rama hare rama rama rama hare hare " and be happy.<br/><br/>if you still don,t believe on me then chant any other name for 5 Min's and chant this holy name for 5 Min's and you will see effect. i promise you it works And chanting at least 16 rounds ( each round of 108 beads ) of the Hare Krishna maha-mantra daily.<br/>____________<br/>Here is no Question of Holy Books quotes, Personal Experiences, Faith or Belief. i accept that Sometimes Faith is also Blind. Here is already Practical explanation which already proved that every`1 else in this world is nothing more then Busy Foolish and totally idiot.<br/>_________________________<br/>Source(s):<br/>every `1 is already Blind in this world and if you will follow another Blind then you both will fall in hole. so try to follow that person who have Spiritual Eyes who can Guide you on Actual Right Path. ( my Authority & Guide is my Spiritual Master " Srila Prabhupada " )<br/>_____________<br/>if you want to see Actual Purpose of human life then see this link : ( <a href="http://www.asitis.com">www.asitis.com</a> {Bookmark it })<br/>read it complete. ( i promise only readers of this book that they { he/she } will get every single answer which they want to know about why im in this material world, who im, what will happen after this life, what is best thing which will make Human Life Perfect, and what is perfection of Human Life. ) purpose of human life is not to live like animal cuz every`1 at present time doing 4 thing which are sleeping, eating, sex & fear. purpose of human life is to become freed from Birth after birth, Old Age, Disease, and Death.</p> The futuretag:thebookmarketingnetwork.com,2012-07-08:523145:Topic:5343812012-07-08T18:03:49.997ZNeil Ostroffhttp://thebookmarketingnetwork.com/profile/NeilOstroff
<p>Lately, I’ve been contemplating the future of writers in today’s high technology society. What will become of us and the books we write? Will the paperback go the way of the compact disk? Will publishing houses disappear the way most record labels have? Will the paperback book become a lost art? I don’t know, but one thing I do know is that there will always be writers and there will always be stories to tell. What is uncertain, is what medium will sell those stories. I have several theories…</p>
<p>Lately, I’ve been contemplating the future of writers in today’s high technology society. What will become of us and the books we write? Will the paperback go the way of the compact disk? Will publishing houses disappear the way most record labels have? Will the paperback book become a lost art? I don’t know, but one thing I do know is that there will always be writers and there will always be stories to tell. What is uncertain, is what medium will sell those stories. I have several theories on what may happen in the not-to-distant future. One, and something we can all agree upon, is that ebooks will replace traditional books to a large degree. People will carry libraries of their favorites in a nearly weightless ereader the size of a sheet of paper or less. And we all know how easy it is to pirate a book and place it for free all over the internet. So, how will a writer make money? I’m nearly certain that book advances by major publishers will be non-existent within five years. I have two theories. My first, is that authors will have websites that people can join and then read the author’s books. For instance, I would charge say, 99 cents a month to read all the books I have and continue to put out. No one would really own the books but they could read them everywhere and on all types of devices. This would work extremely well if you had a large following. Imagine thousands if not tens of thousands of people paying .99 cents a month. That’s a lot of scratch. My second theory on the future of authors and their books is perhaps an author will offer their ebooks for free on websites or even as stand alone novels. The twist, there would be ads on both the site and in the book. The product would be free to the reader, but companies would pay to advertise alongside or in between the pages. This could generate quite a bit of revenue if the book became big. Imagine charging a certain sum for advertising per month and then switching it up between advertisers. Again, that’s a lot of scratch. As I see it, the traditional book industry of buying a single paperback from a single author through a bookstore or website will soon become ancient history. But for the author, this opens up a whole new way of getting the world to notice you. We’ll see what the future holds.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.neilostroff.blogspot.com/">http://www.neilostroff.blogspot.com</a></p> Not so goodtag:thebookmarketingnetwork.com,2012-07-02:523145:Topic:5336872012-07-02T18:50:22.385ZNeil Ostroffhttp://thebookmarketingnetwork.com/profile/NeilOstroff
<p>So once again, I’ve made a blunder (I think) in my sponsorship ads. Last Friday, DROP OUT was Kindle Nation Daily’s sponsor. <a href="http://kindlenationdaily.com/2012/06/kdd-june-29/" target="_blank">http://kindlenationdaily.com/2012/06/kdd-june-29/</a>According to their own estimates more than 150,000 readers were exposed through their means. I probably exposed the link to another twenty or thirty thousand people through my promotional efforts. I figured it was a good day to place the…</p>
<p>So once again, I’ve made a blunder (I think) in my sponsorship ads. Last Friday, DROP OUT was Kindle Nation Daily’s sponsor. <a href="http://kindlenationdaily.com/2012/06/kdd-june-29/" target="_blank">http://kindlenationdaily.com/2012/06/kdd-june-29/</a>According to their own estimates more than 150,000 readers were exposed through their means. I probably exposed the link to another twenty or thirty thousand people through my promotional efforts. I figured it was a good day to place the sponsorship because of the upcoming Fourth of July. I assumed readers would be anxious for some holiday reading by the poolside or on the beach. I, myself, was at the beach all last week at Wildwood Crest New Jersey. Our checkout date just happened to be the Friday of my sponsorship. So, after posting notice and the link on all my writer’s sites and blog in the morning, I merrily packed the car and headed home, thrilled to check my sales numbers when I arrived. I cruised out of the island pretty easily, but then we got to the expressway. Oh my God! Traffic was backed up for miles and miles. It was crazy. People honking. People getting out of their cars and looking down the street. People scratching their heads in frustration. Thankfully, the cars were all going toward the beaches and not away, like I was. So, as I drove onward relieved that I wasn’t involved in that mess, it suddenly occurred to me that today was a HUGE travel day. People weren’t going to be lounging around poolside or scanning their Kindles for books. They were going to be traveling. I had booked a sponsorship on a day when most people won’t be reading anything. The last sponsorship for DROP OUT was a few months ago with Kindle Fire Department, and that yielded impressive results. With that hopeful thought in mind I tried to put sales out of my head and concentrate on driving. Three hours later, tired and hungry, I pulled into my driveway. Not one for suspense, I went straight into my office, turned on my computer, and waited with tingles along my spine for the machine to boot. After what seemed like an eternity, the screen flickered to life and I was online. Fingers trembling, I typed into my account. I looked at a few sales of my other books and then lowered my eyes to DROP OUT’s numbers. It felt like a lead weight had dropped into my stomach. My biggest fear materialized into truth. My sales for DROP OUT after the sponsorship were hardly affected, just a few more than normal. I sighed with disgust at my own stupidity for booking the date. If nothing else, I’ve learned this about sponsorship. Don’t sponsor on the weekends even though most people say you should. I’ve discovered most sales come during the week when people are bored at work and fiddle around online to pass the time. That’s when they discover you. Don’t book sponsorships on sites with less than 10,000 hits a day. The percentages against making enough sales to cover the cost run against you. And the hard lesson for me, never book a sponsorship on a known travel day. Hopefully, sales will magically increase and I can put a plus on the income side of this sponsorship instead of a negative.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.neilostroff.blogspot.com/">http://www.neilostroff.blogspot.com</a></p>
<p><a href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2865900952?profile=original" target="_self"><img class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2865900952?profile=original" width="400"/></a></p> Looking for feedback on my latest paranormal middle grade thriller. Here's chapter 1.tag:thebookmarketingnetwork.com,2011-03-23:523145:Topic:4167372011-03-23T17:54:42.434ZNeil Ostroffhttp://thebookmarketingnetwork.com/profile/NeilOstroff
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<p><i> I’m not breathing!</i></p>
<p><i> I can’t feel my arms or legs!</i></p>
<p><i> I can’t move!</i></p>
<p><i> </i> “Time of death,” said a tall man dressed…</p>
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<p><i> I’m not breathing!</i></p>
<p><i> I can’t feel my arms or legs!</i></p>
<p><i> I can’t move!</i></p>
<p><i> </i> “Time of death,” said a tall man dressed in surgical attire. He had cotton-colored hair, a snowy white moustache, and a long beard. “1:17 P.M.”</p>
<p> “This doesn’t make sense,” a female doctor replied, shaking her head.</p>
<p> She leaned over to examine me. Penlight illuminated my right eye and then my left. A stethoscope pressed against my chest. The female doctor turned around to look at the heart monitor. Hastily, the tall man withdrew a golf ball-size crystal from his front pocket and circled it above my chest. Blue light flashed from its center before he stashed it away.</p>
<p> Despite being in a bright, sterile room, snake-like bands of black shadow burst from the walls and dropped to the floor. The female doctor didn’t notice as the bands whipped up my body and into my ears, nose, and mouth.</p>
<p> My vision dimmed.</p>
<p> Scenes of my life appeared in front of me as if I were standing on the sidelines observing. Everything I’d ever done played like a movie in fast-forward: standing in my crib, learning to walk, to ride my bike, my first day at Whitmore Elementary School, fishing with dad at the pier, my freshman prom with Sarah, getting my learner’s permit last month. The visions ended with me collapsing on the lawn earlier today and Sarah running toward me with a look of horror on her face.</p>
<p> Suddenly, I’m back on the hospital gurney. I lifted toward the ceiling; an exact copy of my physical made of cloud. I looked down at my body. My mortal eyes were glazed and half-lidded. My face was a sick, milky color. A luminous cord the width of a shoelace stretched from my human head into the back of my spirit head. </p>
<p> Something popped inside my skull. The connecting cord turned to sparkle. </p>
<p> “I’ll notify those in the waiting room that the patient passed away,” the tall man said. “The mother, and I believe, the patient’s girlfriend, are in there.” </p>
<p> The doctor’s face looked almost as pale as mine on the gurney.</p>
<p> “This should not have happened,” she said, as she peeled off a latex glove. “This boy should not be dead!”</p>
<p> Sound disappeared. I propelled upward through a spinning vortex of stars. I stopped and suddenly my world was bright and filled with pain, as if my skin had caught fire. I was standing on the front porch of my house. Shafts of sunlight beat down from the clear blue sky. I grabbed at the doorknob and my momentum carried me forward through the wood and into the foyer. Sunlight beamed from the windows like lasers.</p>
<p> I ran across the hallway through the closed basement door and down the steps into the dark, cool cellar; and relief. Filamentous illumination drifted off my spirit body. I scratched my arm and my fingertips raked along what felt like real skin. I patted my chest and thighs, they were solid. All my memories, dreams, and hopes were intact. I was an identical blueprint of my former self.</p>
<p> I went back up the steps and pushed my head through the closed door. The sun had set and the house was dark, except for the kitchen. The wall clock showed 8:45 P.M. Hours had passed in what I perceived as seconds.</p>
<p> I stepped all the way through the door, looked for my reflection in the windows, and saw none.</p>
<p> I headed into the kitchen. Glow cast by the overhead fluorescents heated my spirit flesh, but the discomfort was bearable. Ma sat at the table in her ratty blue robe. Her face looked chalky and devastated. Bone-white fingers gripped her coffee mug.</p>
<p> “Ma,” I said.</p>
<p> She didn’t respond, just stared ahead in a stupor.</p>
<p> “Ma!”</p>
<p> Her lips contorted with grief.</p>
<p> “My husband and my son,” she muttered to the air. “Both gone on the same day. Why? Why has this happened?”</p>
<p> She started to sob.</p>
<p> I stood in absolute shock. It had been two years since a stroke had left my father in a coma at Pine Brook Nursing Home. Ma and I did our best to keep him cared for and comfortable. I even got a before-school job at Pine Brook cooking breakfast three mornings a week so I could spend time with him, arriving early and talking to him before my shift started, hoping by some miracle that he’d respond. Say something. Anything. He never did.</p>
<p> Ma dabbed at her eyes, raised the mug, sipped, and then set it, hands trembling, back onto the table. I reached around to hug her, but my arms passed through her body.</p>
<p> “I’ll be right back,” I said into her ear.</p>
<p> I turned and walked through the drywall, through the insulation and vinyl siding, and into the night. Crickets chirped. Moths fluttered dizzyingly and bumped the back porch light. A car droned down the street. The world was as it should be.</p>
<p> When I stepped back through the wall, 10:30 P.M. beamed from the stove’s clock and Ma’s sobs emanated from upstairs.</p>
<p> “You’re coming with me,” said a gravelly voice. “Your time on the Earthlevel is complete.”</p>
<p> </p> blog radio interviewstag:thebookmarketingnetwork.com,2008-12-08:523145:Topic:1533382008-12-08T23:35:28.680ZGeoff Nelderhttp://thebookmarketingnetwork.com/profile/GeoffNelder
I'd agreed to be interviewed by Magdelena Ball on her Compulsive Reader internet talk show tonight. I was more nervous than a worm in a fishery, but she made me feel welcome once I st-st- started and I think it went all right. She'd asked me to read an excerpt from Exit, Pursued by a Bee and then answer questions about scifi and Escape Velocity magazine afterwards.<br />
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If you enjoy listening to a slow soft Gloucestershire accent then it is archived here…
I'd agreed to be interviewed by Magdelena Ball on her Compulsive Reader internet talk show tonight. I was more nervous than a worm in a fishery, but she made me feel welcome once I st-st- started and I think it went all right. She'd asked me to read an excerpt from Exit, Pursued by a Bee and then answer questions about scifi and Escape Velocity magazine afterwards.<br />
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If you enjoy listening to a slow soft Gloucestershire accent then it is archived here<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/stations/bc/compulsivereader/2008/12/08/Interview-with-Geoff-Nelder">http://www.blogtalkradio.com/stations/bc/compulsivereader/2008/12/08/Interview-with-Geoff-Nelder</a><br />
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An interesting experience though I admit that I was so nervous before hand that I couldn't write anything creative all day!