Wednesday, March 15, 2017

May magazine


PnPAuthor Magazine

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            May issue 2017                                      Cover Page







Owners of PnPAuthors Magazine
Peter & Pattimari Cacciolfi
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COLUMNIST





Suzanne's Corner












Peter's Column




Charles Ray's Column

Bookkeeping for Authors

Writing your book is not enough. How many times have you heard that one? Well, it might sound cliché, but it’s true. After you write that book, you have to promote the heck out of it if you want it read. It doesn’t stop there, though. If you sell any of your books, you also have to consider the tax implications. Oh, groan, you say; not that!  Yes, that.
It’s too late for this year, but here are some bookkeeping hints to make it less painful when you file your income tax return for 2017.
The royalties you receive for book sales must be reported to the IRS as income on Schedule C to Form 1040 or 1040EZ. You might think that if you only sell a few copies and you make less than $600 during the year, it’s unnecessary to file.  I’m no tax expert, but my advice is, if you earn it, report it. Believe it or not, it can work to your advantage.
On Schedule C, in addition to the royalty income that you report, you can also deduct any expenses associated with earning that income. Let me give you an example:  you publish one book in 2017 through CreateSpace, an Amazon subsidiary. During the setup process, you decide to purchase a custom ISBN for your book, which costs $99 per number. Your book is published, and during the year, you do several things to market it.  First, you buy five copies at $5.00 per copy to give to book reviewers, and another five copies to use as promotional giveaways. You sign up for a book fair, paying a fee of $50. Your total expenses in this hypothetical situation come to $199. At the end of the year, you’ve sold only ten paperback copies of your book at $9.95 per copy and 15 of the Kindle version for $2.99 each. Assuming you’ve opted for the highest royalty in the KDP program, your total royalties for the year come to $56. Against the $199 in expenses, this represents a net loss of $143, which can be reported on line 12 of your 1040 and deducted from other income. If you’re lucky, and your books have started to sell, you just might one day have to report a net profit in line 12—something we all fervently wish for—but, for the time being, don’t forget to take advantage of the situation. One last item, don’t forget to complete Schedule SE, Self-employment Tax, and attach it to your return. Not to worry; until you start making a profit on your books, you’ll owe no taxes, but this makes your submission complete.
If you have questions about how to complete Schedule C or Schedule SE, contact me at charlesray.author@gmail.com, and I’ll give you more detail on how I’ve done it for the past four years.
One other benefit from this:  by reporting your income/loss from writing, you’re establishing yourself as a professional writer.
Now, doesn’t that make it all worthwhile?

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Dr. Willie White's Religious Corner

Crucifixion Friday


Matthew 27:35


And they crucified Him, and parted His garments, casting lost; that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, "They parted my garments among them and upon my vesture did they cast lots."
Much have been written, talked and preached about Crucifixion Friday, because this is the day our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ sacrificed His life so that all who believe in Him will have everlasting life. He died for the sins of the world; all humanity, but to have this everlasting life one must believe. A life of righteousness is the result of Christ paying man's sin-debt reconciling him back to God the Father who is holy and righteous.
On the way to Calvary's cross, Christ our Savior suffered much from a mock trail by the religious leaders of His time to Pontus Pilate who found no fault in Jesus, but bowed to the will of the people who choose Barabbas to be released over the Savior of the world. They crucified the man who has power over life and death; the man who was in the beginning before time began. The man who had the power to come down from the cross, but couldn't because of His love for all humanity and obedience to His Father of providing salvation.
In Christ's dying hour, the Father couldn't look on sin and caused the sun and moon to turn away and the earth reeled and rocked like a drunk man; midnight came at noon. The curtain in the temple tore from top to bottom, which signifies that all believers have a blood bought right to go directly to God the Father for themselves. Jesus’ blood paved the way.
No Crucifixion Friday; no Resurrection Sunday. O what a weekend!

Resurrection Sunday
Matthew 28:6

He is not here; for He is risen, as He said. Come see the place where the Lord lay.

Yesterday we looked at the horrible events that occurred in Jesus paying man's sin-debt, but thank God Jesus didn't stay dead; He rose as promised early that 

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Johnny's Junction







Vinita's Corner

                                            

 Let’s Go to the Writing Land Chapter Two



                In the castle you can go to the writing classes if you want, but remember you may not need it.Your powers may be good enough for you to pass the writing land without classes.  It’s mandatory for the ones that get in the castle but since you are the original one,” you can attend when you want.  It’s optional, said Agatha.  Anamelia asked, “What do you mean it’s optional, what do you mean the original one.”  “Well no one has ever told me they have powers.  That makes you the original one. The only one who can write stories that will win the contest.”  The ones who will go international with their book and hit big fame.” They will win many noble prizes.  Only the original ones with power can do that.”  “Do not be scared”.  Meditate when you are the one with the meditation power. “It’s the meditation power you have which also makes you the original one.  Anamelia says but “what if I get lost in the castle”.  “What if I lose all my work” Agatha, told Anamelia, “You can say the magic words.  Let me come back to the castle. Let me come back to the castle. Let me have all my work back. You have power because you have imagination like no one else does.”  “Now in class if you go, “Do not have any desires. Do not wish for fame. Do not be a show off”.  Work is misappropriated.  “Remember Anamelia, Do not show your work to the close ones.  They will not care, the close ones who may not like it.  They may have jealousy.  Only show it to the readers, or the audience. Be careful in showing your work to others.  You will know who to show it to by their faces.   As Agatha left Anamelia, in the big castle, “she said you choose your rooms, your books and your direction.  You will follow your voice and you will be fine. Listen to your own voice carefully and focus”. You will know the direction, to success.  Anamelia, suddenly stumbled across, a book.  She picked up the book. The book said, “Enter the rooms. Go to the nowhere room. Travel with me said a voice, in the book, Follow me said the voice in a soft tone.”  Anamelia, put the book down, she didn’t want to go to the nowhere room.  She walked five minutes.  There she saw a chair which she sat on.  The book was under her feet. It had followed her.  Anamelia sat thinking.  “Shall I go to the nowhere room.  She finally decided to go and listen to the small book.”  The book told her, Pick me up quickly and I will show you to the nowhere room.  Follow my directions and do not lose this book.  If you lose the book or my voice” “You will be stuck in nowhere room forever. Anamelia, opened the door.  There she saw a big house.  It was in the corner. The house was an open backyard with big trees fenced around.  She entered the front door.  Inside the house was a small baby in his crib.  The book told her you can write this story.  You can write the house was empty and no one lived in the house for two years. She went in the master bedroom, It was huge and comfortable.  She saw the baby sleeping inside in his crib. Fair as white, chubby cheeks with big eyes.  Anamelia, went saw the big living room and the back door.  The big wide green trees in the backyard.  She decided to go out in the back.  She left her keys and her phone on the counter kitchen and went out in the back. When she shut the door behind her accidently she saw that she was locked outside.  She suddenly felt helpless. No one was outside. Not a soul. She quickly rant to the neighbors. She didn’t open.  Then she went to the house next door, she asked to call the lady that checked on the house, she didn’t have her number.  Now she had no choice but to call the rescuers and saviors.   She thought of the baby, she knew she must not waste time. She quickly called the rescuers, and they came in five minutes.  They had a long thin silver colored stick. They pressed in the door.  The back doors were open.  Anamelia went in.  She walked out of the nowhere room.  She felt really that she had been in nowhere. No one was around.  She was lost there.   There were big houses with trees.   She felt fear in the nowhere room.  Then she went and opened another door.  There were streaks of lightning.  It said, enter the nightmare lightning room.   She went and sat on a chair.  She started meditating.   She went into deep sleep.  She was dreaming now.  She saw an old man.  A lady.  She suddenly saw electricity, white lights like lightning running threw her body, pushing her from one wall to another,” She went flying across the wall into another room.  Anamelia woke up frightened. She left the room and thought she could write about the girl in the room with lightening”, but also the nowhere room.  She then sat still and tried to listen to her voice.

                                                                                      Copyright @Vinita Singh Nov 16, 2015

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Pattimari's Corner

In The Old Truck


All dusty and covered with muck
there sat an old truck
right there
some thirty years
inside were poems
written with tear stains
while others had happy bounces
and yet more that struggled to bend
around the next corner
to reach out to the light
to open the doors of soft
solitary moment
pictures bountiful and more
Ah, the child setting near the lake
was me
a glow upon the face
a smile in the corners of the mouth
a happy child one would say
and over there were family members
preparing another path
while the little one
sat upon the warm log
glowing in thoughts
of magical moments in time
Others were swinging on wooden swings
while she was dancing in the stream
Some were screaming and yelling
she sat in solitude
moments in time
a silent movement she made
walking through wheat fields
of yellow
a treasure she found down
deep in the trunk
a box filled with memories
a necklace of stone
a heart wrapped in tissue paper
a pen, still dripping with ink
she wrote it often
O' the treasure
In the old Trunk.
Copyright, pattimari




Jay House's Relationships
Good eye contact is important in a relationship, as well as, listening




Motherhood


Do you ever talk about your childhood with your child?


 Carro's Corner

Did you know your eyes tell a lot about you?





Vee Bee's Column







Today I took a walk and reflected on my life. Some things  I want to stay as they are
                                Some things I  want to change~

This Story Reading Ape does Author Spotlighting

PLEASE DON’T WAIT FOR ME TO ASK YOU

https://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/?s=story+reading+ape

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RECIPES FOR EVERYBODY









Easy Carrot Spaghetti

Author:
Serves: 1
Prep time: 
Cook time: 
Total time: 

Ingredients
2 t. olive oil
  • 2 T. shallot or onion, chopped fine
  • 1 c. mushrooms, chopped
  • ¼ t. sea salt
  • ¾ t. dried basil
  • black pepper, to taste
  • 3 large carrots, ribboned with a vegetable peeler
  • ¾ c. marinara sauce (see the link below for my favorite)
  • fresh chopped parsley, for garnish
Instructions
  1. Heat the oil in a pan.
  2. Add the shallot or onion and saute for 1-2 minutes.
  3. Add the mushrooms, salt, basil, and pepper, and cook 5-6 minutes until the liquid from the mushrooms has evaporated.
  4. Add in the carrot ribbons and saute for one minute.
  5. Stir in the sauce, and let everything cook for 6-8 minutes until 'noodles' are done to your liking.
  6. Top with parsley and enjoy!
Notes
Weight Watchers points (new system): 7

Nutrition Information
Serving size: the entire recipe Calories: 242 Fat: 10.4 g Saturated







2 zucchinis, peeled
Zucchini







Directions

Prep 10 minutes

cook 5 minutes

ready in 15 minutes
  1. Cut lengthwise slices from zucchini using a vegetable peeler, stopping when the seeds are reached. Turn zucchini over and continue 'peeling' until all the zucchini is in long strips; discard seeds. Slice the zucchini into thinner strips resembling spaghetti.
  2. Heat olive oil in a skillet over medium heat; cook and stir zucchini in the hot oil for 1 minute. Add water and cook until zucchini is softened, 5 to 7 minutes. Season with salt and pepper.

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All About Authors~



Greg Smith

I’ve had an interest in writing for eons (when I was in primary school in Sydney, Australia) and always received 100% for every competition I turned in. This carried right through to my graduating high school but unfortunately, that’s when it ended as my interest for a career steered me into graphic design. For the next millennia, my career took me through many levels of the printing and publishing industries, which also included my discovering the love of my life online (before it became fashionable) and relocating to America.

Last January my career morphed into retirement and my wife and I sold our 4-bedroom/3-car garage house and we set up home in our 35 ft 5th wheel and hit the road. I had begun tipping my fingers into the writing pool a few years prior to retiring and published 2 books. Once on the road, I found (or rather my wife created) the time to pursue my writing more seriously and I am about to hand over my latest manuscript to my editor. This is the 3rd book in my action crime series.

Oh, okay, so I now have the bug. The best part of my writing has turned out to be the researching of the story’s settings and factual details that I like to incorporate. While producing the crime series I began tackling a mammoth project — a historical fiction novel. Part of the story is based several centuries ago and the researching has been mind-blowing, even to contacting the curator of the British Museum, London, England for his assistance, which he was very pleased to give.

So, unless people clamor for a sequel to my soon-to-be-released book, Lex Talionis, I will turn my attention to my historical fiction novel. It’s already clocked up 5-6 years of my casual time. I’m looking forward to the challenge of completing it.

Graphic Designer 
& Novelist of The Kramer and Shadow Crime Novel Series
and Killing Softly Book 1 



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Jerry  Sarkwah 



Jerry is a professional teacher, author and writer. He is thirty-seven years old, is married to Felicia O. Sarkwah, and teaches science. In 2007 he enrolled in the Wiawso College of Education and obtained his diploma in an examination conducted by University of Cape Coast. He then pursued his Bachelor of Education degree in 2014 at the University of Education, Winneba. POVERTY AND COUP D’ÉTAT IN AFRICA is his second book.

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WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Your nation is rife with corruption in the highest places and in the most important government institutions—the Ministries, the Police, Parliament, the Technocrats, and even the President and his Vice-President. Do you wait them out, or do you take actiIn Ghana, many citizens from all walks of life see the detrimental effects on the vulnerable and the poor—corruption that bungles up commerce, diverts funds to thieves in high places, and prevents those most in need of help from getting that help. And the resulting rise in unemployment and chaos leads to rebellion in the nation and on the continent, where some take the law into their own hands in a time when everyone does right in their own eyes.Many aggrieved citizens feel they have been cheated by their government and believe only a coup d’état would fix the system in Ghana and elsewhere in Africa. To end thievery of the nation’s wealth and corruption of the nation’s government, brilliant and brave young soldiers take the bold decision to band together in calm patriotism and right thinking, and take steps to remove corrupt politicians and technocrats to create an atmosphere of peace, freedom, and renewed patriotism in the continent.
 Sal ButtaciBIO
I began to write poems and stories when I was nine, having been quite fortunate to have had parents who always encouraged me to write and submit my work for publication. When I was 16, an essay I wrote called “Presidential Timber” won a contest and was published in the New York Sunday News. My first poem, called “Charlatan,” was printed in Bardic Echoes that same year.
Though I concentrated on drama in college, I’ve only written three plays since then, all of which were presented on school stages. As for poetry and stories, I write at least one daily. My wife says I will be writing up to my last breath. I tell her I might just be holding my pen.
An obsessive-compulsive writer who plies his craft many hours a day, my poems, stories, articles, and letters have appeared widely in publications that include New York Times, U. S. A. Today, The Writer, ShortPoem, Cats Magazine, The National Enquirer, Christian Science Monitor, Writer’s Digest and The Writer. I was the recipient of the $500 Cyber-wit Poetry Award in 2007.

 Two of my flash-fiction collections were published by All Things That Matter Press and are available at Amazon.com: Flashing My Shorts and 200 Shorts. I also wrote a book a few Italian-American journalists called A Family of Sicilians…the best book written about Sicilians! The book can be purchased at Lulu.com. 

Sal lives in Princeton, West Virginia, with his love and inspiration, his wife Sharon.



FLASH BULLETIN: Today' s the perfect day to order copies:

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Ignatius Fernandez

Ignatius Fernandez is an author of eight books, working on his ninth. Also, he has published over sixty articles in magazines and on international sites. He writes more on Relationships, Parenting, Corporate Governance, Religion and Spirituality. His books and articles have been well received. His eighth book, which will be on the stands in a few months is titled: JESUS CHRIST, True Leader and Perfect Gentleman. And his ninth book is titled: Think Christ, Live Christian.
His style is direct and simple and always keeps the reader in mind. Writing is his passion and occupies his waking hours.
Before taking up writing he was a Professor of management studies, Corporate Trainer for senior managers, Senior Management Professional, Speaker, Counselor and Blogger.
On Social Media he has pages on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin and Pinterest.

Ignatius Fernandez


After graduating with a Bachelor’s in Psychology and an Associate of Science degree, Vinita began working with, autistic, exceptional, and special ed children and teaching as a Lead Teacher/Assistant Site director.  She started writing in her spare time and is now a creative nonfiction short story writer, who also writes children’s stories and poetry. She also started writing her first novel called The Mistress of the House, which is about her interest in dancing. Vinita has taught dance workshops and considers choreographing and dancing a gift.  Currently, She is writing her new book Let's Go to The Writing Land. She also does Column Writing for PnP Authors Magazine.  
She has lived in small towns, big cities, and also spent two years in India as a student learning to read and write Hindi and Sanskrit, and also learning Classical North Indian Dancing. She is adaptable to adjust anywhere.
Due to all of these experiences in her life, she is able to help others learn things about astrology and India. She also helps people dance and get a good workout but also learn to dance with a passion.  She is looking to start a new group where women can learn to dance, as exercise, with real Indian music.
Currently, Vinita spends time with her children and enjoys seeing them participate in ballet, Tae Kwon Do, swimming. and piano. In her spare time, she writes and dances or does hip hop or Zumba at the gym. Currently, she is taking Kathak dancing, a North Indian style of dancing, which is dance by storytelling.
She is hard working, persistent, and creative. Give her a word and she can make a poem or a story out of it in seconds. Check out her blog at http://wwwvinita.blogspot.com/.  
                                                                                                                                                                Thanks Vinita

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ALL ABOUT POETS



                                                                                   


Philip Dodd

The Burning of Ivory was inspired by a report of a protest in Kenya, South Africa, against criminals who kill elephants to sell their tusks for money. The people who ran the National Park in Kenya made a bonfire of elephant tusks to prove to the criminals they cared for elephants, not ivory. Stone Age Sonnet is one of my attempts at light verse. A Tale From A Bestiary Found In A Bazaar is a dream poem. 

The Burning of Ivory
The burning of ivory,

I watched it on the news.
It shocked me, disturbed me,
what was filmed by the camera crews.
An awe inspiring sight, I call it, rightly.
Mounds of white tusks,
I saw blacken, splinter, melt,
blazing in a green field
in Kenya in Africa.
From the bonfires of bone,
smoke rose to the sky.
The burning of ivory,
guarded by game wardens,
watched by silent crowds,
appalled by the work of fire.
A symbolic deed it was,
the people of Kenya
wanted the world to see,
to show they cared not for ivory,
but only for elephants.
Herds native to their land,
they wished to preserve.
The burning of ivory,
a protest against the poachers
who killed elephants for ivory
for nothing else but money.
"Wherever you are in the world,
if you wear ivory, shame on you,"
the spokeswoman said, defiantly,
stood alone, speaking to the microphone.
"What we do today proves that ivory
means nothing to us.
What we care about is elephants."
The burning of ivory
ended on the news
with a brief picture of elephants
moving slowly, in a long line,
down to a river for water,
in the grasslands of Kenya in Africa.
Bless those who work to preserve 
the elephant, the whale, the gorilla,
the snow leopard, the white tiger,
the polar bear, the panda.
Bless the bee who gives us honey.
Curse the poacher who kills the elephant
for ivory, for nothing else but money.
Copyright, Philip Dodd

A Tale From A Bestiary Found In A Bazaar
In dreams I was a traveller

in a stone city in the east.
I went up wooden stairs to my room in an inn,
sat in a chair by a window.
The night was quiet, with no moon or star.
Its pages lit by a lamp,
I read a tale from a Bestiary
found in a bazaar.
"It's jewels not books, people want,"
said the stall trader.
Was not interested to haggle much over the price.
Bought it with four bronze and one silver coin.
My hands rested on it in a basket,
crammed with braclets, sculptures and pots.
Absorbed by its pictures and prose, I was happy there.
When I woke, my head was warm on my pillow.
I'd rather be here than anywhere.
Copyright, Philip Dodd
Stone Age Sonnet
My heart stampedes,

like a herd of mammoths,
when I think of your dark eyes.
With them in mind,
I fear not the chattering baboon
or the sabre toothed tiger
in the darksome night
when no light stones shine in the skies.
You give me strength to brush away
a mammoth like a moth,
and you nourish my innards more than a
bowl of brontosaurus broth.
To be brass bold, bee hive brave,
I wish to share with you my cave.
Meanwhile, more mammoths thump the ground,
not as hard as the beats of my heart,
when I think of the depth of your smile,
the way you lift your eye lash with no sound.
Accept my Stone Age sonnet,
even though it obeys no rules.
It may sound pre-historic,
I did my best with basic tools.
 Copyright, Philip Dodd


Susanne Leist
I write poems about my book.

This one is about me:

To be or not to be a writer.
This has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit?
Or step away and claim defeat?
One book written.
One book sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche,
And then it slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it? 
Is it worth the aggravation?
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this?
Will I keep doing this? 
Yes, for now
As I wait for the next high.




Susanne Leist
about.me/susanneleist
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Sal Buttaci

At the risk of sounding a bit off the edge, I wrote the following poems to praise all of God’s Creation, including the flowers that bloom in spring and summer gardens, then rest as seeds, hopeful of passing the autumn and winter seasons undisturbed.
God the Father loved humanity so much He created the world for us. We are expected to be not only caretakers of the environment but admirers of his magnificent work. In our hectic lives, we find little, if any, time to appreciate the Master’s gifts. We fail to see ourselves in the cycle of a flower’s life: it lives, it dies, it is resurrected to live again.


APPRECIATE THE SPRINGTIME

Don't forget to smell the other flowers,
not just red roses famous for their scent.
In your lifetime, they all delight the hours
of these passing years that we all spend.

Give time to the daffodil and daisy.
Touch their velvet petals wet with dew.
Don’t let life’s pressures drive you crazy.
Take the time to savor floral hues.
 Sometimes we lose ourselves in worry.
We let the world take too much of our time.
                                                                                                                                     

It seems we’re always in a hurry.
A moment to reflect we cannot find.

Smell the lilac and the rhododendron.
Lose yourself in the yellow disk of asters.
Run your fingers along their green stems.
Pause. Reflect. Don’t make time your master.

God Who created all living things
Knows the name of everything He made.
Every flower that bloomed in every spring:
From first seed, to flower, to decay.

He put us all on earth to share His graces.
We need to open up our eyes and look around.
Go and spend some time in garden places
Where flowers of all kinds abound.

                       


Yellow Daffodils

I saw the yellow daffodils in fields
Of dream one night, their petaled skins aglow
From beaming sun. They trembled even though
The wind was silent. Flower talk revealed
Their fear to me: “If only we could shield
Ourselves from summer’s end, survive the snow
That kills all greening things!  This is the woe
Of season’s change to which we flowers yield.”
I told those yellow daffodils the night  
I traveled sleep’s green gardens that nature 
Has laws no one escapes. We take our turn 
And fade away. Our lives are brief, a venture   
On Earth short-lived. We leave this world, take flight  
For brighter gardens. We do not return.

                        

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All About the Artist~

Our Artist need to send in their artwork

Greg Smith

The "Mary" piece was created as part of a Christian-based card collection for a start-up business that failed to take off. I did the actual figure in colored pencil and used Adobe Photoshop for the background.
The "Cocker Spaniel  -  Millie" art was a commissioned portrait. It's done in colored pencil on colored art paper and done from a photograph supplied to me by the client.

Greg was born in Sydney, Australia and has been working with colored pencils ever since he was able to hold one. Thanks to his very supportive parents and some relatives and family friends who encouraged him in my early years to draw he developed a strong interest in art. He retired in January, 2017 after working for over 40 years as a graphic designer in the publishing and printing industries in Australia and America. Those years saw him working in varying capacities; as one half of a two-man art studio that won the contract from the Henson Organization to produce all promotional artwork for the Muppets, Baby Muppets, Fraggle Rock and The Dark Crystal in the South Pacific Region; as the chief artist for the publishing division of the Anglican Church in Australia; as the art director for Australia's leading publisher; as the art director of the Airways Magazine based in Sandpoint, Idaho; and a few other positions with printing and publishing companies.

During all that time he also took in commissioned work for pet and people portraits example of which can be seen at http://animalsandpeoplebygregsmith.weebly.com/. Although retired and living / traveling America with his wife in our 35ft 5th wheel, He is still available for commissions.





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SHORT STORIES