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The Lucidity of Love: Memoirs of a Ghostwriter, Part Two

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Excerpt from the second book in my so far two part memoir series:

Now that I’m settled, I must reflect on my past as a happy-go-lucky single. How can I forget the many times I’ve misled myself into a man’s loving arms, and how much I loved every minute of it?

Why, I squirm as if caught in a velvet trap…well, I could, but my second husband is standing right behind me and might ask me what I’m sitting on.

I loved my first husband, a wonderfully funny Jew whose parents had fled the Holocaust as kids. After a dozen roller-coaster relationships before my first real commitment, he was the only man I ever truly loved (Remerio, don’t look over my shoulder!)
Anyway, several years and sanity-defying relationships later, I landed in a seat in front of Him 2 in a Certified Nurse Aide class, next to a perking coffee pot.

My first husband thought he lucked out marrying his attendant. Gary was dying. I fell in love with his stubborn courage. He was the first person who ever needed me. After he died, I had a tragically brief affair. If I write about everything that happened, it’ll make an excellent trashy novel.

But Remerio stopped my new single life cold by kicking the back of my chair-HARD! He distracted me from talking to a middle-aged black lady, catching me in the middle of sniffling at her. I had a head cold.

I had been “taking it out” on Grace, who was overweight, casting her sidelong glances and sniffing loudly, while considering fetching her a cup of coffee. The pot was brewing close to me. It would’ve been hard for her to squeeze between the plastic seats. I began getting her coffee.

Sometimes I added creamer. I stirred it with the plastic stir sticks. She would ask me to add a sugar packet, please. But our relationship was rudely interrupted by the entrance of Remerio’s foot through the back of my plastic chair.

Turning around after the “kick-off,” I faced a flatly Filipino cold stare. The face, however, reminded me of a Middle-Eastern teacher I’d noticed at Ohio University, back in the 1970s.

I gulped, “So how’re you doing?” My Mom told me to be friendly to handsome strangers. And then Remerio smiled back. We got married, and near Christmas day three years later we were blessed by our Princess Angela, nut-brown as her Daddy and sporting my chipmunk cheekbones.

I guess I’d suggest more single ladies try sniffling at people to see whose attention they attract. If so, it helps if you fetch cups of coffee. It soothes people’s tired, ruffled feathers.

Be sure and add cream and sugar.

GHOST WRITER, INC. STATEMENT OF PURPOSE

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By Karen S. Cole – Book Ghostwriter who dearly loves Pablo Pica and his artwork. Below please find Guernica by the Spanish painter of War.

Guernica by Pablo Picasso

Motto of Ghost Writer, Inc. (GWI)

Ghost Writer, Inc. does it all. Ethically, without plagiarism. Every genre and type of freelance and contracted writing, joyfully and productively. But it’s up to you to help us choose the right ways, at the right times. With professional courtesy, while creating a close relationship with your ghostwriter, editor, marketer or other ghostwriting services co-creator.

Blurb for Ghost Writer, Inc. (GWI)

GWI’s ghost writer services does everything affordably. No matter how hard the road, we always go that extra mile. Affordable ghostwriting rates, ghostwriter fees and prices for ghostwriters that fit your budgetary needs.

GWI’S STATEMENT OF PURPOSE

Are you secretly a book writer or book author? Do you have a novel idea deep within you? We will help you unearth, polish and make it shine! As a book ghostwriter who offers you the best ghostwriting services, my job is to determine what work I can do for you as an affordable professional ghostwriter. I also run an agency staffed with book, screenplay and music ghostwriters – capable as I am of churning out great written copy.

The ones at the bottom end of the scale are student writers, and they are each experienced and published. The ones at the top are NYT and Amazon bestselling ghostwriters, who can help you at reasonably affordable rates. And we have middle of the road writers, editors and artists who have lower pricing for more studied experiences.

But nothing comes for free in this world; it’s largely a matter of “you get what you pay for.” Our writers are multifaceted, witty, charming and deserving of your consideration, polite devotion and legitimate payment plans. It’s entirely up to you to determine what you can afford. When you hire a book ghostwriter through GWI, you will find the best ghostwriting services that cater to your dreams, requirements, needs and desires.

You will not run into major delays, over-payment or inadequate writing – instead, you will be deeply satisfied.

The closer you work with us, the happier you will be with the best of our ghostwriting services. We will professionally guide you through the entire ghostwriting, editing, marketing, promotions and publishing processes, from start (a book outline, background docs, and a timeline) to finish (published full-color print copies, ebooks, and maybe audiobooks on CD too).

We can even help you get up and running overnight, on self publishing services like Amazon’s CreateSpace, Mark Coker’s Smashwords, Booktango, or the new Lulu.com – for a small preparation fee each time. No matter what, we will find your work a home and get you published!

Executive Director of Ghost Writer, Inc., Karen S. Cole writes. Ghost Writer, Inc. is an online affordable professional ghostwriting services agency. We help book authors, ghostwriters, copy editors, proofreaders, coauthors and rewriters. We do book covers (front and back), graphics and CAD, digital and other photography, and publishing assistance. GWI has book and screenplay writers, editors, developers and a paid analysts service. We also do high-end pitch and presentation services for your book and/or screenplay ideas to major TV and film industry representatives.

Let There Be Dragons

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Science Fiction and Fantasy

America album cover

This rock band rescued me from the side of the road.

By Karen Cole

Word Count: 500 words

Well, once upon a time there were people, according to intellectuals. They said, “If there was not a God, we would be forced to invent one.” One day, two married souls, a man and a woman, got together but else-wise. I mean, they handily dropped all ineffectual pretenses, realized they were only animals, and followed a clarion call from Nature.

They entered a car that they owned, drove out to the desert, and stripped off all of their clothes. It was the Red Desert down in the American Southwest. They stuck their people butts up in the air, cracks in them, and began to run around in the desert like that. It took years, no decades, no centuries, no millennia…their passing generations grew smaller. Also, real people joined them. Many other “humans,” in fact, did.

After millions of years, they became small, insignificant lizards. Evolution is a process, and it can leap ahead through the centuries, and backwater until it turns into devolution, which is not Satan worship.

So anyway, it was a lot later, and they still had human brains. But they were different than ours, in an awful lot of ways. Also, the nuclear war that wiped out all of humanity transpired, without our “new” lizard folks. They just survived it, for no known reason, and the cacti around them kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. So did the lizards. Natural selection began choosing out mostly the huge and more visible lizards to reproduce. You can see it coming.

In a few years, what looked like giant Tee Rexes but sporting the most mellifluous feathers, sparkling scales, gorgeous skin colors, beautiful attractive darks and lights, were stomping towards the former big cities. In order to comprehend their former selves better, they thought inwardly.

“Hey,” said Dinah, “How you doing, Horatio, what is shaking?”

“Earthquakes, we’re making them happen now. I am looking over the scenery, and it must be our honorable ancestors, the people. However, they are obviously dead from nuclear radiation.”

Another female got curious. She wasn’t as brainy as the others, so she strolled lightly over to one of the other buildings. So lovely that she was their Queen, she peered into an office window, gazing at everything inside in a loving way. Her courage was merely inquisitive.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, “There are still people in there, and they are doing…something. Why, they are groaning with their arms extended in front, moaning, rotting and looking…sorta like semi-naked corpses with lots of freckles!”

“Is it Mad at Mance?” crooned the King. “Another Zombie Apocalypse rudimentary dance?” He boldly stroked her errant backside. “C’mon, they know better now. Let’s take off for where we belong…you’re right. They’re what we used to be. Except some of us were far more worse looking. Well, it may be better than puking.”

And so they ate those former people, who were all grateful for the change.

GHOST WRITER, INC. – ghostwriter, copy editor, proofreader, re-writer and book author – and our team of 100+ writing field related workers, many of which are New York Times best-selling authors. We have contacts with literary agents, commercial publishers and literary/film field professionals.

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