I was surprised, and just had to share.
FEATURED AUTHOR J.D. Holiday
I was surprised, and just had to share.
FEATURED AUTHOR J.D. Holiday
This story is based on a puppy my brother, Ike’s dog Sheeba had. He ask me to take this puppy he named, Sidney Reilly after a spy series Ike and I watched together and loved. At the time I had a dog and didn’t think my older dog, Snoopy, would be happy with a new addition.
My bother said okay, but he felt sure this dog was for me and he kept it with that in mind.
When the puppy was 11 months old, my brother, Ike died of a heart attack. AND Sidney came to me.
I was wrong. Snoopy and Sidney got along, in their own way
|This is a painting to the book of my brother, Ike and Sidney. In the story I made his name, Reese, my brother’s middle name. Page 5.|
|This is Page 9.|
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~ JD Holiday
To put a bookcover together you need to make a template or get one from your
print company. This is a mock-up of the one I got from my printer. The cover must extend to the
outer lines of the template in order for the book to have the trim line which gives the book its
nice neat final look. In other words, the whole area of the template must have the book’s cover color in it, back and front. The area right inside the outer line is called the Bleed area which is cut off at the second line in on the template all the way around the bookcover. That will be the actual book size when it is done.
The front of the book is on your right hand side and the back cover is on the left side.
The spine is the middle area between the back and front covers. The spine size is based on the number of pages and the paper size of the book and that is calulated by the printer.
The red lines (a 1/2 inch from the trim line) on both the covers is the area you must keep all text and graphics in.
Next I painted the front cover and top part of the back cover in Corel Painter Essentials
Then I brought the cover into Indesign CS 3 to work.
I used Indesign CS 3 to create my book and cover, though I do most of the artwork in art/graphic software.
This is a example of a text frame which using the Text Tool you put in the template and do your typing.
You use the Selection Tool to resize the Text frame when needed by grabbing any of the small squares around the frame and dragging it. You can also copy and paste your text from your word processor into the text frames.
For graphics you would go to File> Place find your picture on your computer (tif) and click Open.
The Selection Tool in Indesign will become loaded and you just click the place in your template or frame that you want the picture or graphic to go.
I rotated the cover to the left and typed in the spine text.
Adding all the items needed I created the book’s cover!
The Great Snowball Escapade, by me, JD Holiday is a chapter book for children 6 to 9 years of age. I first completed the drawings and then inked them with waterproof Indian ink artist pen. There are 3 of the 25 drawings from the process.
This is the first page.
In the story, Wilhemena Brooks,’ cousin, Bud Dumphy come to live with her family. Wil, as she likes to be called, finds her pink pencil sharpener is missing after Christmas. Wil knows Bud has it! Who else would have taken it?
Bud doesn’t like girls! In fact, Bud doesn’t like anybody. Wil tries to ignore him but he pulls her friends hair, taken over games, and when Bud is in trouble he making his “you’re going to got it” face at her.
After a snowstorm closes school, Wil and her friends go sled riding. Bud shows up and starts a snowball fight which lands Wil in her room for the rest of the day for fighting.
When her pencil sharpener is found, Right where she left it, Wil decides she has to try harder to understand her cousin and stay out of trouble. Her mother told her to be nice to Bud and to treat him like she would like to be treated. But where will that get Wil?
This is the image for the cover.
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Back in the mid 70’s, I was the sole provider for my family. It was me and three year daughter named Jennifer while my husband, Angelo, interned in a hospital for a job in the Nuclear Medicine field.
Up until this time I was a cashier in a supermarket but I could not make enough money to pay the bills. Not knowing what else to do to find a job where I would make enough, (I knew at the time, your months rent should be the same as your weekly salary,) I bought the newspaper every day.
Looking back it seemed it wasn’t long, and only about five job interviews, until the right job came along that I thought could make what I needed to make ends meet. It was $40 short of the rent but I would get a raise after a trail point to make this happen.
My new job was as a sample girl for a cosmetic factory. My jpb would be making samples for the customers and taking bacteria samples and sending them for quality control. I haven’t a clue how I was to be a success as a sample girl, but they wanted me and I went for it. Part of my job was to get to know all the likes and dislikes, and the dos and don’ts of make-up for each and every one of their customers, which included many cosmetic companies world wide. You would have been surprise to know which ones, especially when one very famous company was suppose to have its make-up made in France and not in a rural town in New Jersey.
I joined the chemical lab techs (a place ripe for stories and some I will pass along here as well!) and soon, I must say proudly, I had all the customers products down to memory. Mind you, I was not to deal with the customers directly but make the two bosses, who were also brothers and had inherited half of the cosmetic factory, look like they care for each and every one of these moguls of the make-up industry. It wasn’t long before I stepped into a position equal to that of the lab manager, a pill popping woman named Bromilda, where I bypassed her and making any conversation with her exposive, and dealt only with the two bosses.
The lab itself was really just cheap kitchen cabinets along the four walls of the room with two rows of the same cabinets occuping the center back to back. My station in the lab was in the far corner against a wall and behind the make-up formulas filing cabinet that hid me from sight and blocked anyone from seeing me from the company office door on the other side of the filing cabinet.
About four months into the job a young man about my own age was hired to join the other lab techs and was given the station next to me. He was tall and attractive and seemed sociable. He laughed alot. And he found he could find something funny in everything. I did not like him. To me not everything is funny or amusing. I have found people who do, just might lack empathy and even sympathy for others.
On his third day he came in and stood at my station looking down at me. He stated, “I want your station.”
Not even hello or a smile. He placed his coat on the back of my chair. “I need my back to the wall,” he added and reached to his coat pulling open one side still staring at me.
My stare went from his face following his arm to the inside of his coat to see an extremely large gun. At the time I had no knowledge of guns other than they are used to kill.
Without a word, I opened my stations drawers and cabinets and removed everything. We silencely moved together as in a strange dance of sorts to changed stations, my thoughts in a turmoiI. What was to happen with this strange and dangerous guy. I had to work this job everyday with him right next to me, were my thoughts.
I found the whole thing surreal. A nightmare really. And stranger still that no one ever ask me way the change! Afraid, I never said. The only time I knew someone notice was the first time one of the bosses came in, looked at my station with a startled look. I put up my hand, his smiled and stepping toward me without a word about it.
For two months I wondered what others thought about this man.Did he seem normal to the others? I guess he was not theatening to anyone else. Could that be? The only thing he did wrong that was noticeable, in my opinion, was to be late almost every day. And then one day the factory manager, Manny, who I did all the bacteria sample for and I knew well, came running through the lab and straight into the office. Later, he was to tell me the ‘man with the gun’ was selling drugs in the parking lot to factory personal.
The next day, we were all told the those who are late three time within a two weeks would be fired.
You can guess what happened. And two weeks later, I moved back to my
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The Fox Is Back! What Does He Want Now?
JANOOSE & the FALL FEATHER FAIR
Margie whispered to Janoose and Mallard. “You know the painter who has been painting the factory? He is by the truck now. Is his going to paint the delivery truck, too?”
Janoose looked toward the truck. The painter quickly looked away, pulling his cap down over his eyes.
Mallard said with a laugh, “No, he’s not,” before Mallard hurried over to the painter calling, “Oh, Mr. Painter!”
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Permit your dreams to see the daylight. ~ by Bernard Kelvin Clive
So you don’t think you can write but you have thoughts that could be a story. You can imagine how a scene or two would work. Come on, we all have those times when a story could start with a thought. An imagining. A daydream or even a nightmare. So what’s holding you back?
Is it your horrible spelling, grammar and maybe it’s you lack of understanding of writing techiques.
I believe the best tool at your disposal is reading. Read what interest you. Read what you enjoy and especially read the genres you think you would like to write in.
While reading other author’s books or ones written by your favorite authors, pay attention to how the book is written. From good books you can see what you should do and what you shouldn’t. Learning the skill of writing is in the soaking up of techiques and putting that and your imagined story all into your own words. You want to learn how to show your readers your story using scenes you write so they can feel like they are there in the story with your characters.
Writers write to express who they are and to tell what they know, to teach and share the stories they see clearly in their imagination. Some write to purge unhappiness or injustices for themselves and others, to entertain themselves first, and then, those readers who find their works. Writing takes you away from your own reality, to places you create. You can forget your immeditate problem taking a brake from it when you write, or read. Use what you know from your life in your stories. If you are writing for children use your childhood and think back to it. Think like you did when you were a kid. I write out my scenes as I see them in my minds eye, and make an outline that I update as I go along.
You can always get help with spelling, punctuation and grammar. You can always pay someone to edit for you. You should invest in a good dictionary, thesaurus, and books on grammar and writing whether you find them on online sites or books that sit on your desk along side of you, or both.
So if you have a story to tell, invest some, and read a lot. Give it a go and write it. If you haven’t tried before, the whole experience might take you places you might like.
The best book I’ve read about writing is:
HOW TO WRITE SHORT STORIES by Sharon Sorenson
This book is amount the most valuable books I own. Even if you think you will not be writing short stories you might find that writing chapters is like writing short stories.
The Only Grammar Book You’ll Ever Need: A One-Stop Source for Every Writing Assignment https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1580628559/
~ © 2016 JD Holiday
“Well, I have an idea!” Geordie said. He hurried back into his studio. Loud noises came from inside before Geordie shouted, “I have it!”
He came out carrying a sign that read:
“Maybe this will help,” Georgie said. “I have to get back to work. I’m close to a breakthrough. Let me know what happens.”
Cordelia peeked inside the door of the dark studio. She could not see anything. “What are you working on?” she asked Geordie.
“The greatest invention ever,” Geordie said. “It will be a treat for all of us.”
Geordie And The Beam Of Light, Future picture book by J.D. Holiday
As they turned the corner onto Wil’s street, they stopped. They all stared toward Wil’s house.
“Where’s the snowman?” Wil cried.
“What could have happened to it?” Joey asked.
They began to run down the block. Their snowman was scattered around the front yard. They stared at the snowy mess.
Robert threw up his hands. “He’s all smashed,” he said.
Franny stamp her foot. “Bud did it,” she said.
“What do you say about Bud now, Wil?” Joey asked.
Wil frowned. “Well, maybe Bud didn’t do it,” she said.
“What? It had to be him,” Franny cried.
“You can’t mean it,” Joey added.
Wil said, “Maybe it was an accident. Or, maybe it was somebody else besides Bud.”
Now Robert, Suzie, Franny and Joey were all frowning.
Robert shook his head again. “One batch of cookies and you crumble,” he said. “Look around you, Wil!”
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