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Production of ebook for Kindle...

I'm so excited! The proof copy of Vada Faith arrived via email today. It looks great. Now, I need to look at each page and check for typos and mistakes.

Another week or so and I'll have it ready for Amazon Kindle.

It's been a long ride for Vada Faith and I. However, she's going to go to work for me soon and I will move  on to other book projects waiting in the wings.

This has been an eye opening experience, from getting my copyright, to an employee id number to working with the producers to get this book ready to put into ebook form.

Now, I have to get Vada Faith into paperback format, which means more editing and saving it into pdf file for the publisher.

At this point I plan to go with Amazon Create Space unless things change.

Thanks for following the path of my friend, Vada Faith.

In another year or less I'll have a sequel to those who like her story. It's titled SWEET BABY JAMES, about a kidnapping in Shady Creek, West Virginia. Of course since I couldn't write a scary novel the kidnapper is a sad rattled little lady named Birdie. Stay tuned.

Thanks for stopping by.

More news soon.
Blessings, Barb

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  1. I've been excited about something all day -- maybe this is what it was. Wow!

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  2. Fantastic news! What an adventure -- will be following your progress with much interest and looking forward to that Kindle edition! A really big deal -- congratulations...

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  3. Congrats to you! What a wonderful accomplishment!

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  4. Such exciting news for you! I'm so impressed with all that you've done to get this story out into the world, and look forward to hearing about more amazing successes to come.

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