Monday, July 21, 2014

Top 10 Tips for Getting Your Book Published


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Top 10 Tips for Getting Your Book Published

 


One of the greatest book series of modern times was rejected over and over before it was provisionally accepted. Even Stephen King has had his share of rejections. Elizabeth Kostova made headlines when her first book, The Historian, generated a $1 million advance. It was big news because it had never happened before. New authors need to be prepared to face rejection many times over. There are ways to improve your publication chances but there are no ways to completely eliminate the chance for rejection.
 

Don’t scrimp on the pitch


Oddly enough, your book is not really the most important thing you will write. The pitch to the editor will need to be crafted with as much care as your book. When you submit your book for consideration you will include your pitch. This has to be enticing enough to get someone at the publishing house to actually read your book. A dull pitch and chances are your book will be dumped or deleted. At any given point there are thousands of books looking for a publisher. You need to make sure that your pitch to the editor stands out and catches their attention immediately.

Send it to the correct person


This is the 21st century so there is no real excuse to not know the right place to send your book. If it’s a cookbook then send it to the publisher of that division and send it to them by name. You can find all of that on their websites or through a Google search. No, it will not go directly to them but it will go to their assistant. Send it to the wrong person and there is a good chance that it will simply be ignored. Take the 5 minutes needed to locate the proper person and place.

Generate media buzz before you even send it off


This is a little tricky but not impossible. You can start building buzz on Twitter, Facebook and even Tumblr. A little pre-promotion and you can add that information to the pitch letter. Be sure and include information about where to find the buzz if you are sending a conventional letter; links if you are emailing.
If you are wondering how to do this, consider a novella. For those new to the lingo, a novella is a long, short story. Once you finish your book, write a novella to go along with it. Maybe some type of back story for a main character like Harry Potter. Perhaps you could craft a story about his parents and the events leading up to his arrival on Privet Drive. It doesn’t have to be long, just enough to generate interest. Posted to your blog, tweeted on Twitter and mentioned on Facebook is all that would be necessary to get some buzz going.

Try a smaller publishing house


Most new writers want the prestige of a major publishing house to accept their book. If you think about it, they get thousands of submissions, can only publish a few of them and favor established writers. This makes sense because any business prefers the sure thing to the unknown. Smaller publishing houses can be the perfect place for the new writer because they often have the opposite problem: not enough submissions. They also have the problem of losing authors to the big name houses as soon as they get established. They are far more willing to take a chance on a new author.

Consider a specialty publishing house


If your book falls into a specialty category, consider focusing your attention on being published by a house that specializes on your category. Rodale specializes in health and wellness. If that is the focus of your book then you should consider submission to them or a similar house. There is an added benefit here in that specialty publishers tend to be more adept at their specialty than a more general publishing house. In addition, those who read that category are probably aware of them and seek out their newest booklist.

Self-publish


Self-publishing has come a long way in the past 25 years. It used to be that so-called “vanity presses” were an embarrassing way to get your book published when no one else wanted it. Now you can just create your own publishing house, publish your book and go from there. Marketing and distribution are easier now than ever before and you can do quite well. In many cases authors have done so well that when big name publishing houses came calling they actually opted to decline and continue on their own. There is actually a publishing option through Amazon.com that sells books on a per copy basis.

Publish as an e-book


This sort of goes along with self-publishing but at the same time is in a class entirely of its own. While you can sell a physical book on a per copy basis, e-books have taken the world by storm. In May of 2011, Amazon announced that for the first time ever e-books were outselling physical books. This trend has continued and exploded since then. There are two primary reasons for this, cost and instant gratification. E-books are cheaper, we all know that. It’s the instant gratification that is the big hook. You select the book, hit the “buy” button and within a few seconds you are reading your new book. People love this and as a new and unknown writer the lower cost will make many people take the chance with you.

Hire a professional editor


Some people are very good at crafting a story or explaining complex issues so that a layperson can understand them. Unfortunately those people often aren’t the best at grammar and spelling. In other cases you might just need another set of eyes to go over your work. There are also times when you need to see if someone who isn’t as intimately connected to your work understands what you wrote. In all of these cases a professional editor can be very handy. Yes, once the book is accepted for publication it will be edited again; that’s great. If you are an unknown author you will want to put the best version of your work in front of the publisher so hiring an editor is at least something you should consider.

Write a book


Don’t laugh at this tip. You would be surprised at how many writers get so bogged down in the logistics of how to get their book published that they never actually get it written. They worry about publishing houses, editors and markets. None of those things matter until the book actually exists. You should consider everything else completely unnecessary. Personally, I find that the motto “One crisis at a time” works well here. Once the book is written then you can use the other tips presented here to get it published. Now pull out your keyboard, close out Facebook and write your book!

Don’t give up!


I started this by telling you about a book that was rejected over and over before it was accepted for publication. That author could have taken the first rejection….or the first 12 rejections…..and tossed the book into the closet never to be seen again. How much we would have missed if J.K. Rowling had given up on Harry Potter. Never give up. The next letter could be from the publisher who has decided to take a chance on your book.

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Saturday, July 19, 2014

Announcing a New Publisher and Reader Site Giveaway ~ Yellow Silk Dreams



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Friday, June 13, 2014

Flash Fiction Friday, 13 June 2014 ~ And Then the Rain Came

I am late signing up, writing and posting. I wasn't even going to be able to participate this week. I have been busy on projects and I'll get to it again tomorrow.  But....until then, my loves, please enjoy this 100 word flash based on the photo below common to all the authors.

When you are through with my piece, please please, peddle over to my prurient partners who have a proffering lifted up for your pleasures. And do, please, leave a comment. We are solitary creatures that thrive on love, when we can get it. Enjoy.....

And Then the Rain Came

He was her Universe. He rode the white hot currents of sunbeams to surround her by night.  She was a colliding galaxy of enigmatic stars and planets; a milkyway connecting the Moon by night and the Sun by day. Such was their passion.
She tired of waiting for her sun to set bringing him to her impatient embrace.
She ached to feel his breath upon her rising breast and his palms cupping her cheeks in the soulful comfort of love. Surefooted, even in the rain, she ran to be at his side.
Seeing her, he waved then stepped from the curb………….
 
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Thursday, May 29, 2014

Erica's Big Day by Jake Malden ~ New Scorcher Released Today

I am not a betting slutmuffin (a sure thing has always been my pleasure) but I'll wager this new release, Erica's Big Day ~ a sure thing, from my dear friend Jake Malden sets your pants and pussies on fire. You won't be able to put it down, unless of course, you are moved to self-indulgence.....
Release Day!! What better way to prepare for the weekend than plan a 'release' ~ ☼ღஜ レo√乇 ¸.☆¨¯`*.✿.*˜"*°

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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Memorial Day ~ Monday, May 26, 2014 ~ Last Ounce of Courage

I loved this movie. I just saw it and cried for what we have given up little by little in the name of the "Politically Correct". It takes a child to raise a village ~ perhaps to raise a Nation ~ that we honor our wounded and dead so that I am free to write this and publicize it worldwide through social media.

God Bless America and God Bless You

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Never Forget

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Thursday, May 15, 2014

Man Rules: Who Knew? ~ Thursday May 15, 2014

I don't mean to be obtuse, but, I never knew that men came with rules. Did you? I mean, really! They never read instructions or ask for directions, so how were we supposed to know that they had RULES ~ ferchrist'ssake! Now, you have to know, girlfriend, I didn't write this, but I had a serious laugh over it!!

I can only assume that this insurgency is a direct result of a lapse between sports events. Our current schedule is filled only  with late into the night hockey and basketball playoffs. Baseball and football are in the offing, allowing some men the illusion that they have the time and intellectual prowess to compile a list of rules for women ~ for WOMEN!! Can you even believe it? I have often thought that men were all members of a suicide pact, but this proves it...without a shadow of a doubt.

But, worry not, Ladies, this list is a little like the Holy Grail. It will disappear along with all the Christmas toy assembly instructions for bicycles, trampolines, motor scooters, Little Miss Kitchens....well, you have your own long list.

So, grab your coffee and box of chocolates. I would give credit where credit is due to the poor fool who wrote this, but I don't know who he is or where he is...probably in his underground bunker somewhere, with a serious lack of oxygen since he didn't read the instructions on that either. Makes me feel a wee sorry for the bastards. They have no idea what is in store for them.


MAN RULES
AT LAST A GUY HAS TAKEN THE TIME TO WRITE THIS ALL DOWN
FINALLY, the guys' side of the story. ( I MUST ADMIT, IT'S PRETTY GOOD.)
...

WE ALWAYS HEAR 'THE RULES' FROM THE FEMALE SIDE
NOW HERE ARE THE RULES FROM THE MALE SIDE

THESE ARE OUR RULES!

PLEASE NOTE. THESE ARE ALL NUMBERED #1 ON PURPOSE!

1. MEN ARE NOT MIND READERS.

1. LEARN TO WORK THE TOILET SEAT. YOU'RE A BIG GIRL. IF IT'S UP, PUT IT DOWN. WE NEED IT UP, YOU NEED IT DOWN. YOU DON'T HEAR US COMPLAINING ABOUT YOU LEAVING IT DOWN.

1. CRYING IS BLACKMAIL.

1. ASK FOR WHAT YOU WANT. LET US BE CLEAR ON THIS ONE:

SUBTLE HINTS DO NOT WORK!
STRONG HINTS DO NOT WORK!
OBVIOUS HINTS DO NOT WORK!
JUST SAY IT!

1. YES AND NO ARE PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE ANSWERS TO ALMOST EVERY QUESTION.

1.. COME TO US WITH A PROBLEM ONLY IF YOU WANT HELP SOLVING IT. THAT'S WHAT WE DO. SYMPATHY IS WHAT YOUR GIRLFRIENDS ARE FOR.

1. ANYTHING WE SAID 6 MONTHS AGO IS INADMISSIBLE IN AN ARGUMENT. IN FACT, ALL COMMENTS BECOME NULL AND VOID AFTER 7 DAYS.

1. IF YOU THINK YOU'RE FAT, YOU PROBABLY ARE. DON'T ASK US.

1. IF SOMETHING WE SAID CAN BE INTERPRETED TWO WAYS AND ONE OF THE WAYS MAKES YOU SAD OR ANGRY, WE MEANT THE OTHER ONE.

1. YOU CAN EITHER ASK US TO DO SOMETHING OR TELL US HOW YOU WANT IT DONE. NOT BOTH.
IF YOU ALREADY KNOW BEST HOW TO DO IT, JUST DO IT YOURSELF.

1. WHENEVER POSSIBLE, PLEASE SAY WHATEVER YOU HAVE TO SAY DURING COMMERCIALS.

1. CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS DID NOT NEED DIRECTIONS AND NEITHER DO WE...

1. ALL MEN SEE IN ONLY 16 COLORS, LIKE WINDOWS DEFAULT SETTINGS..
PEACH, FOR EXAMPLE, IS A FRUIT, NOT A COLOR. PUMPKIN IS ALSO A FRUIT. WE HAVE NO IDEA WHAT MAUVE IS.

1. IF WE ASK WHAT IS WRONG AND YOU SAY 'NOTHING,' WE WILL ACT LIKE NOTHING'S WRONG. WE KNOW YOU ARE LYING, BUT IT IS JUST NOT WORTH THE HASSLE.

1. IF YOU ASK A QUESTION YOU DON'T WANT AN ANSWER TO, EXPECT AN ANSWER YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR..

1. WHEN WE HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE, ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING YOU WEAR IS FINE...REALLY.

1.. DON'T ASK US WHAT WE'RE THINKING ABOUT UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED TO DISCUSS SUCH TOPICS AS FOOTBALL OR MOTOR SPORTS.

1. YOU HAVE ENOUGH CLOTHES.

1 .. YOU HAVE TOO MANY SHOES.

1. I AM IN SHAPE. ROUND IS A SHAPE!

1.. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS. YES, I KNOW, I HAVE TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH TONIGHT.. BUT DID YOU KNOW MEN REALLY DON'T MIND THAT? IT'S LIKE CAMPING...

PASS THIS TO AS MANY MEN AS YOU CAN - TO GIVE THEM A LAUGH...

PASS THIS TO AS MANY WOMEN AS YOU CAN - TO GIVE THEM A BIGGER LAUGH, BECAUSE ITS TRUE!





Why are women like a hurricane?
 
Because when we arrive, we are wet and wild
and
When we leave, we take your house, your car, your kids and all yo' money


Scorched earth, ladies, scorched earth


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Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Thursday Taster, May 15, 2014 ~ Cheerleaders in Heat

I toyed with the idea of introducing you to an erotic adaptation of Puss and Boots that I am wrapping up, or diving back into the cesspool created by my favorite WIP Cheerleaders in Heat. A fairy tale or tale of tails aplenty?

Well, you guessed appropriately. Here at the end of Chapter 6, things run the gammut of amook. The four ladies afternoon "tea party" was interrupted by Cherie's new boyfriend, Juan, and three of his best friends all sporting ready packages that would please any woman, or any number of women any number of times. Our redhead, Cherie had planned on it just being Juan and the four slutmuffins; she never guessed the twist Juan's added three hungry campaneros would make on what should have been a fun-filled Sunday afternoon fuckfest.
 
Grab your fins and snorkel gear for the cesspool is filled to the brim with trim, "eager to please" whomever wagers their purity for prurient pleasure. The cheerleaders are
In.The.House.
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Chapter Six
Here Cum the Guys
“Now my balls, open that pretty little rat hole and take my ballsack, too. Do it, now before I fill you with my seed,” Nicholas demanded as he watched Carlos hold Daniela by her boyish hips and ram the little one repeatedly in her ass with his cock. He thought he was going to need some Exstacy soon to bounce back fast and often at this pace.
 
Both Carlos and Nicholas came in screaming waves of Spanish expletives. The women were sore, beaten and resigned of will by the Exstacy. They were both fearful at first; the initial tone at the outset after the men’s arrival was clearly threatening, but Dani and Sandy knew their acceptance and need of the men only changed because of the drug. The other two girls didn’t know that they had been slipped a roofie in the wine for the both of them. They couldn’t know that Sandy had set them up for a wild afternoon and wouldn’t understand why they were hyper-sexually responsive to these savage degenerates. They no doubt had shifted into a kind of sexual survival mode, unable to resist the temptation of the sex but fearfully submissive in spite of the terror.

Carlos yelled to Juan in the bathroom, “Juan, did you bring any Exstacy?”

Si, Carlos, check the bag on the table by the front door. There is plenty for you and Nicholas and the two putanas,” he shouted back over his shoulder.

Carlos pulled out of Dani with a slurping pop, sending Dani into a giggling fit while she rolled onto her back and he went for the bag. Finding the vial, he opened the small bottle and took a swig as he walked back to Dani. She refused, holding up her hand, saying they had had some earlier, but he insisted thinking it was a lie. She shook her head ‘no’ but he grabbed her hair, yanked her head back and said, “Open that cockhole.” She did, swallowing some of the drug and he handed the rest to his friend. His compero, Nicholas, smiled wickedly as he poured some down Sandy's throat, watching it mix with his cum, before he swallowed the rest.

The two women, both laying on their backs on the floor after taking a second dose of Exstacy, rolled into one another and shared an eager kiss, deeply tonguing each other to the delight of the men. They had been eager to get their hands on one another since getting the wine glasses in the kitchen. Sandy was on top of Dani and Nicholas demanded that she turn around so the women could eat each other out. Carlos sat in front of Dani’s legs and pulled her onto his cock so he could fuck her and watch as Sandy flared her pussy to suck on Dani’s clit. Nicholas knelt behind Sandy’s round butt orbs and fucked her snatch as his balls dangled in Dani’s face while she ate and sucked Sandy’s clit, rolling it between her teeth and flicking it with the tip of her dick-hard tongue. The women wiggled and grinded their pussies into the others face and the men’s drug enforced Maypoles. Good God, if it got any better, neither had ever had it and the men could barely keep from cumming, the view from above so delightful.

The women had both cum in a matter of minutes, the men prolonging their explosions until they could no longer hold back, the impact of the Exstacy immediate and the vantage points watching the women an irresistible high as well. Before they exhausted in a puddle of quivery flesh, arms and legs, they heard quite a commotion coming from the back of the apartment.

While the four of them were busy lost in their own fuckfest in the living room, they didn’t know, and didn’t much care about, what was happening in the bath or bedroom; they couldn’t foresee what was about to spiral the afternoon from hardcore decadent sex into the face of demon darkness and powerful, virulent violence.

The first scream pierced the revelry in the living room, bringing everything to a grinding halt and snapping the men in to automatic high alert.

 

 
 
 
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Friday, April 11, 2014

Flash Fiction Friday, April 11, 2014 ~ Passionata

Flash Fiction Friday: 100 words - one inspirational photograph for all participating authors. This is a beautiful photo by Trish Causey. If this doesn't inspire ones muse, I surely don't know what will. Is she dead? Has she surrendered to a lover, a captor or reunited with an ex? You can take this photo anywhere you want.

Read what I was inspired to write then sashay over to read what the other participating authors were moved to write by this picture. They are listed below under the author's link or listed one by one. As always, your comments inspire us to continue. Ours is a solitary life working with our computers to express our own passions. So your comments feed our Muse and are greatly appreciated. Enjoy! xo

Accreditation: Trish Causey
Passionata
In the darkness, he slipped his fingers under the thin straps of her dress. It fell, without resistance, to the floor in a silken puddle. Frozen, the electricity from his touch suspended her breath in a mesmeric grip. She melted under his fingertips and he caught her as her knees buckled under her passions.
 
Powerless, she folded against him; his body molded under her, seated, with her legs open, her core exposed across his lap. 
 
He inhaled her aroma igniting an irreversible explosion, a volcano, within her that fired her every pore with ravenous desire. 
 
She surrendered to her wings.



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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Thursday Taster, April 10, 2014 ~ The Little Mermaid: An Erotic Adaptation

The Little Mermaid, written by Hans Christian Anderson in 1836, speaks to the coming of age of Princess Ariel, Sea Royalty as she is the youngest daughter to the mighty Sea King. Now, when HCA wrote this wonderful piece, I doubt he thought I would ever come along and write an erotic adaptation. But, I did indeed. It has been accepted by Ravenous Romance for an upcoming Erotic Fairytale Anthology. I am thrilled.

This Thursday Taster picks up where we left off last week, after the wreck of the Prince's ship and his rescue by Princess Ariel, who lays sleeping across his chest, exhausted, when he awakes. The wicked, vengeful Hermione waits, watches and listens to his prayers then plans the revenge against Princess Ariel's father, the Sea King, who has banished her from his Ocean Kingdom. Please let me know what you think by leaving a comment, then plunge in the prurient pool pf my writing partners and visit their Tasters, now that your appetite has been wet. Follow the link or visit them one-by-beautiful-one listed below. Now, dip your toe into my tidal-pool......Enjoy!! xo

Hermione ~ Queen of the Saltwater Sirens
A Wicked Water Witch and Fallen Court Confident

Sometime much later, when the winds had lost their fury, the seas had claimed its bounty and the sun opened the morning sky with the knife of a warm golden ray, the Prince awoke slowly, embraced by the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He soon realized but not for her, he would have perished with his ship and crew. He memorized her every inch tho her mountains of flaxen hair lain in golden curls across her face and his chest. Quite gently he pushed the amber ribbons from her face to spy the loveliness he had seen the night before. She was adorned in jewels and sea bounty, shells and coral. Her skin the color of pearls and her lips flushed with scarlet roses lead to the unmistakable curve of her breasts, cupped in iridescent shells and tied with a chain of sea roses and flowers. His heart beat rapidly with the hearts of a thousand doves and his pulse flushed with fire through his body as he felt a familiar stir in his loins. Oh, to have this beauty would be an honor of unbelievable proportion.  Beautiful and clearly royal, she was but half of a woman’s body and where the nip of her tiny waist widened to her hips, was covered in the elegant, shimmering scales of a fishtail.  

Oh, to be blessed by such a creature only to be denied his passion was cruel and painful for he loved her quite immediately. He closed his arms around her and began to cry silently, sending up a prayer of thanks for having his life spared but also of recrimination that he should befall to the charms of a woman that could never return his love. Hermione heard his quiet prayers which gave her, much to her liking, a sinister idea. Such a notion could easily be explained as agreeable in nature and helpful while under the guise of not perhaps being well thought-out. Who could hold her responsible for the folly of these two star-crossed lovers thrown together not by her own hand but that of the Gods at will! Who was the Sea King to question the will of the Gods…………and love? 

With that, Hermione went to the young human man who whimpered into the fair-haired curls of his beloved. She rode the dancing turquoise currents, collecting seashells, sea-flowers and colored coral. As she closed the distance, the transformation began: her tail ~ glistening scales falling away like glitter and long…supple…graceful ~ was now two lengths of elegant limbs upon which she stood. Through the ribbons of her hair, painted by the ocean depths with an onyx shimmer, she wove her sea treasures. Her skin, decorated, bronze and silken, glistened with a hunger to be touched. And her natural eagerness increased with human ache, passion, desire.
She crawled upon the crag, bent to touch the human male’s tear-stained cheek and sang soulfully, tenderly about love and longing. The young man looked upon her, impressed by her dark commanding beauty and seduced by her tantric voice. 

She spoke in low tones, subtle and slow, “The little mermaid you hold so close to your heart is a Royal Princess, honored youngest daughter to the Sea King known as Princess Ariel, fifth in the line of heirs to the Royal Wealth of Riches in the Sea Bountiful. I am not sure he would approve of your so intimate a coupling.”
 
 
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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers, April 8, 2014 ~ The Cellist

Ah ha!! It is Tantalyzing Tuesday and I don't know about you but I have missed my weekly challenges and the inspiration of my prurient partners. It's been so long! Remember? The skill involves selecting a photograph of one's own choice and writing a 200 word story, a bit like trying to get 10 pounds into any two pound bag!

Today I have imaged a beautiful cellist, a lifetime away, but only separated by a wall, and a private housebound admirer. Is he crippled by shyness, a broken body, agoraphobia or just inexperienced around women? We won't know for he will never meet the object of his passions and she will continue to come and go in his silence leaving her beauty, fragrance and music hanging in her absence.

Tell me what you think in the comments section below then do, please, go visit the other participating authors to see what they have prepared for you in a mere 200 words or less based upon a photo of their choosing. They are listed below as notes of a concerto, one-by-one on a sheet on music or by the link. A demain, mes amis. Enjoy!! xo

The Cellist
He watched her arrive, every day, for the many years. She moved with the elegant slow motion of wedding-lace in the breeze: softly responding to the wind, impediments and children playing noisily in the street. She carried her violoncello case in her small grip, gracefully dodging any hindrance. He lost sight of her on the threshold when her key awakened the latch in the door with a worn tumble. He could only imagine her stature as her measured footsteps on the carpeted stairs announced her arrival beyond his door. 
 
She was so beautiful. 
 
She was graceful and refined, self-assured in her demeanor and wore her striking splendor with bearing. In the room above him, he heard her entrance as her melodic cadence carried her through the apartment to the front window for her lesson.
 
He settled just below her in his own bay-window to listen and dream of her before him, stroking her cello, creating music; it was for him alone she played. She leaned into her music, her golden hair falling across her breast, as he felt every caress, every change in tempo, every vibrato her bow seduced from the instrument. 
 
So compelling was her image, he silently wept......again today. 

 
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