It’s hard to decide …

I have this blog, and I have a blog on http://bhbranham.blogspot.com . Each site has advantages and disadvantages. Blogspot integrates perfectly with several other platforms. WordPress.com is more robust with plug-ins for all kinds of activity. So I bounce around.

Since I last posted, I’ve had 3 photo sessions – each profiling the central trio of The Lost Girls who become The Women of Rocket Science. Some of the draft prints that will likely be offered on my Etsy store ( https://www.etsy.com/shop/bhbranham )

I really don’t like the scheme and layout of this page. Overhaul coming.

tsika-fanprint-jpg (model: Mamiko ( http://mamik0.blogspot.com/ ))

glyc-tip-the-hat-8x10-web  (model: Elisanth ( http://elisanth.com/ ))             kpau character sheet web (model: Khimera Krista ( https://vk.com/skoger_himera )

How to Save Memory on Repeated Pictures in a Kindle eBook

This was massively useful to me for adding quality to my Kindle editions.

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There are a few advantages of minimizing the file size of an eBook:

  • The minimum Kindle price depends on the converted .mobi file size (available on the second page of publishing with Kindle Direct Publishing). The list price can only be 99 cents to $1.98 if the file size is under 3 MB and between $1.99 and $2.98 if the file size is between 3 MB and 10 MB. Authors intending to price their books under $2.99 (for which the royalty will be 35%) need to be aware of these limits.
  • Each eBook publisher has a maximum file size. For example, Amazon’s Kindle is 50 MB, Sony’s Reader is 5 MB. If a file is a little above these limits, reducing the file size allows it to be published as a single volume.
  • The eBook takes up room on the customer’s device. Some customers may be reluctant to buy eBooks…

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I am dying to show previews but only ready for show at the moment. Tsika Tsarinkov

Just finished a huge shoot with the rising Polish model/actress Mamiko. She creates Tsika Tsarinkov in the flesh for my book covers, posters, prints, etc.

Here’s a teaser image. Believe me, this is barely ticking to some of the hot imagery she’s come up with. Tsika is a boisterous, strutting little elfin woman with a Gothic lolita-style flair for clothing. Despite looking like a little morbidly cute princess, she curses like a Russian sailor. It may sound coarse but there’s a reason for it. PTSD has a variety of symptoms. She curses to bleed off rage and abandonment issues. The story is comedic but the people in it are comedic to cope with a sometimes terrible reality.

Tsika v2 - watermarkTsika Tsarinkov, bass guitarist for the band “It Really IS Rocket Science”

How to create a mini-story with one image

Mamiko, the Polish model who portrays Tsika Tsarinkov for me, just finished a shoot to fully create the little Gothic Doll of a bass guitarist in her early phase. Sometimes just one image creates a story. —>

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“Gig is fucking finished. You like the music? Was fantastic shit, am I right? What the fuck ever. Thank you for drink but do not get any ideas. Am just idling until damned stupid-head Large Bear returns from poisoning atmosphere of restroom.” — Tsika

The Gothic doll bass guitarist of the IRIRS band takes a swig after the performance. Do not underestimate the princess.
It Really IS Rocket Science, dark comedy of psychological adventures and twisted romance.
http://www.amazon.com/Brad-H-Branham/e/B00GBM1T0Q
(model: Mamiko beautifully portrays Tsika for me  )

Excerpt from volume 1 of “It Really IS Rocket Science”, A Rock’n’Roll Fantasy

I’m going to do a public reading in March, so I’m selecting a collection of excerpts to read that give listeners a feel for each major character as well as the tone of the series. Here’s a candidate.
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Later after the meeting, Blar rounded the corner in the hall and stepped right into his lead guitarist. She nearly hit the ceiling in a jumping panic. Glycerin’s eyes jerked in several directions as she fluttered her hands.

“I-I-I didn’t m-m-mean to … um, stick my f-f-foot, um … up your pant leg.” Tiny tear droplets formed on her lashes as panic oozed. Blar gently cupped the back of her neck in his hand and drew Glycerin close to her, whispering in her ear as he stroked her neck to calm her.

“Shhh. I’m not stupid, Little Dancer, I think you’re lovely and I am very much attracted to you. No, there’s no clear path, You love Tsika. She loves you. I adore both of you. I am going to be as caring to both of you as I can. None of us want to hurt each other or the band. It’s a long way to the top if we want to rock it and we need to help each other.”

Glycerin became utterly still as he cradled her against him, a cat basking in a warm lap. She pressed her cheek against his neck. “I … I … know. If … if I can … at least do this … cuddle with my Blar … it’ll be okay.”

She took a deep breath. “Thank you. It’s still … kind of amazing to me … that you even look at me. I never … never want to hurt … Tsika … never. She’s my precious doll.”

“Neither do I, Glycca. Nor do I want to hurt you.” He let go of Glycerin and held her hands in his, squeezing them. “Just keep swimmin- … god dammit! I did it again! Freaking fish movie and Kpau’s brain worms!”

Glycerin’s eyes widened and a daft smile appeared on her face. Blar had blundered into blurting the same Kpau movie quote he had used to console and calm her back at the club. She giggled so hard she snorted. It was beautiful to hear.

“Oh, bloody hell! That was an unladylike noise!”

She snorted again as she giggled. “Bollocks! I’m off to the bloody music room to practice before I puff a fart!”

Glycerin darted in, brushed her lips on Blar’s cheek. Then she danced off, leaving him standing in the hall stunned by her kiss, her mood swing, and her burst of undamaged speech. He wasn’t sure which was more amazing.

Blar stood there in disbelief until two small hands grabbed his belt and shook him from behind. He turned and grabbed Tsika by the waist, hoisting her up in the air as she giggled and shrieked. He settled her in one arm as she put her arms around his neck. Small lips brushed his ear.

“I don’t know what you said to Glycerin just now but I have never heard my darling Mouse laugh that hard or that long. Don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. I just know it made me so very happy.” Tsika turned his his head and kissed him.

All Blar could think was how utterly screwed he was. He did not want to repeat history but there didn’t seem to be any emergency exit for the ride he was on with these two women.

Doom on him.