What LinkedIn is doing.

My apologies to anyone who is looking for me on LinkedIn. You will now have to find me on Facebook - personal and fan page, my personal blog page, Amazon, Smashwords, ARe, etc - which are ALL under my professional name, Annabelle Crawford. LinkedIn has determined that my professional name is "invalid," but since none of you would know me by my given name, LinkedIn will no longer be a viable source of contact for me. Please let all of your contacts know of this policy that LinkedIn utilizes, as it completely invalidates use of this site for those of us who use a professional name. Links below to contact me via Facebook or my personal email. redheadbabygirl@gmail.com https://www.facebook.com/pages/Annabelle-Crawford-aspiring-author/144295488931399

Claiming credit as editor on Amazon

Just hung up from talking with a very nice Amazon representative regarding possible copyright infringement for claiming my credit as editor. Although it is unusual and innovative for this relatively new field (kindle books), I have not done anything wrong, in that I have not claimed to be the author nor am I attempting to distribute the works. He also agreed that my bio clearly explains that I am the editor of the books, not the author or co-author.

Finally! An update! As the door creaks open with a sorrowful groan...

A blanched figure hobbles out from the dusty recluses... My humblest apologies for my absence to my ever-faithful fans - and to those who just put up with me... Between real life, editing like crazy, and writer's block, my novel has gotten put to the side. I do intend to start writing again soon, but in the meantime, please check out some of the amazing authors I've had the privilege of working with. You can find the books I've edited by searching for Annabelle Crawford on Amazon. Happy reading!

More Bad Behavior

Quote: My alter ego, Ken Charles, recently terminated two contracts with a small publishing company. Response: To my knowledge no agreement has been reached in regard to termination of either contract. Just more bad behavior on the part of an "author." http://charliekenmore.blogspot.com/2012/06/custody-issues-for-your-brain-child.html?zx=526cc564492b6d3c

Next harassing email. Clearly someone has nothing better to do.

From the individual writing as Ken Charles. Tue, 5 Jun 2012 09:25:05 -0600 [08:25:05 AM PDT] RE: Final Warning Langworthy v. Pulitzer Publishing Co., 368 S.W.2d 385, 389-90 (Mo. 1963); Mason v. Williams Discount Center, Inc., 639 S.W.2d 836, 838 (Mo. App. W.D. 1982); Buller v. Pulitzer Publishing Co., 684 S.W.2d 473, 482 (Mo. App. E.D. 1984); Restatement (Second) of Torts § 652D (1977). McNally v. Pulitzer Publishing Co., 532 F.2d 69, 79 (8th Cir. 1976). My response: Tue, 5 Jun 2012 15:36:30 +0000 [08:36:30 AM PDT] Your name is no longer linked to your pen name. Stop harassing me.

Latest pleasant communication from said "author."

Sun, 3 Jun 2012 17:51:26 -0600 [04:51:26 PM PDT] I noticed that you saw fit to post my May 31, 2012 letter on your blog. Your knowledge that I write as Ken Charles is the result of your work for NNP. Accordingly, you are aware that that information was confidential. Since you saw fit to publish the information, however, you obviously have no objection to my publicly defending myself against unfounded attacks by (name removed), aka Annabelle Crawford. Taking down the blog post before 7:00 pm on Monday, June 4, 2012 and refraining from publicly linking my real name to my pen name will obviate the need to disclose your name publicly. It appears that you are still confused. I never hired you, nor would I have, unfortunately, given your lack of experience and educational qualifications. We were never in privity. You were an agent or employee of NNP, working at their behest, subject to their contractual limitations. You have no "intellectual property" rights with regard to the works that NNP hired you to "read and check". When NNP offered to let me "buy out" my contracts, one of the items that it wanted me to pay for was the amount that it ostensibly had paid its "editor". Accordingly, it appears that you have already been paid in full for your de minimus services. If you believe the services that you provided NNP have some value for which you were not adequately compensated, contact NNP for additional compensation.

It's okay. The 20 or so people who follow my blog know who the asshole is.

Unethical Practices? You decide. Email sent to (name removed): You are not permitted legally to publish any of my edits should you choose to publish either The Mercies of Cinderella or The Naughty Ladies of Cotton Glen. You do not have any rights to any of my edits. Response from (name removed): Obviously, you are confused. You've made no edits in either work. You made suggestions, some of which I accepted. As NNP expressly noted in its editions and derivatives of The Naughty Ladies of Cotton Glen: Please note that final edits on this work are at the discretion of the Author. Our editors may make suggestions we feel would improve the work and reader appreciation, however, our editors are forbidden to change anything without Ken Charles' (sic) approval. This ebook remains an expression of his creativity and is published as directed by him. This disclaimer is in accordance with language of Section 3.2 of the Author Agreements which purportedly gave NNP the right to "read and check" the work, but not to perform substantive edits. Since NNP had no authority to perform any substantive edits, a fortiori, you had no such authority. Please identify any purported "edits" for which you claim some right, and the legal basis for your claim. Otherwise, in the absence of any legal claim to any such "edits", any actions on your part which in any manner impede, obstruct, or interfere with any subsequent publication of the works will result in appropriate legal action potentially including, but not necessarily limited to, actions for tortious interference, prima facie tort, and damages under the DMCA. If you are claiming rights under a third party beneficiary theory under the Author Agreements, be advised that the Agreements were fraudulently procured (NNP having no templates as required in Section 3.2) and granted no licenses to NNP ab initio. Accordingly, in addition to the limitations of Section 3.2, NNP could not confer any third party beneficiary interest on you. Sincerely yours, (name removed) (writing as Ken Charles) FACT: I have copies of my EDITS and his revisions back and forth - every step of the process. It's time to expose this rat for what he is. FACT: My edits or suggestions - call them what you want - are still my intellectual property and it should be exposed that he is taking advantage of my services. He has received editing services performed by me and I have not given him permission to use any of the changes that I suggested. Posted by Annabelle Crawford at 9:25 PM

Need an Editor?

I'm going to start freelance editing. I'm thinking primarily for authors who self-pub. Pretty reasonable rates too! If you know anybody who might be interested???.......Going rate seems to be $2/page (based on 300 word pages) - I was thinking half that - $1/page (300 word pages) and it would include nuclear formatting (which translates into all of the digital formats).

The great Bob Marley.

Jealousy!

I watch her grow full and radiant. And I am envious that it is not my child that stretches her stomach.

Distraught.

That night my angry hands set free another batch of my frustrated unhappy seed into the privacy of my bed clothes.

You think those trinkets will protect you?

They pass out garlic, sharpened stakes, crosses, and crucifixes like water in a time of flood.

Despondent.

I feed randomly as hunger or boredom dictates. Not caring the source. Or how pitifully they beg. What is their death to me? I have been dead for over a hundred years without her! With never an indication that my days may be ended in natural age as will take a body, and dwindling faith that I may ever see her again.

Memory Remains.

On one particularly bright moonlit night, I see a young girl walking quickly down the deserted street. And though she is not nearly as fair of face, her hair arouses a pang of memory and my heart skips a beat. She speaks. “Well met, kind sir.” But I do not intend to be kind with her. I yank her against me, my fangs reflecting the white of the moonlight. Opening her night dressing clothes, she bargains with me, offering me her painfully thin body in exchange for her life. I bite. And while her blood satisfies my hunger, there is nothing else of her flesh that I desire. I leave her crumpled there in a disarray of her shabby gowns.

Something's Burning.

My body always reacts to the mere sight of him. The smell of him. I still shiver at his touch. Many have been the nights when I have left the bread to grow hardened upon the hearth. Running up the steps with him instead. My need to find something else which has hardened and alleviate another burn so much greater than concern for burned bread.

My Other Half

Each day as we lay down to sleep, I think I can feel no greater love for her. And each night I awake to find that I love her more. She is my breath. My life. My other half.

You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.

Scrabbling up onto the edge of the bank she suddenly turns to me with a shocked, “You kissed me!” Dripping, laughing, I take her into my arms and tell her, “Yes, and I am about to do it again!” I do precisely and thoroughly that. Taking my time to experience the softness of her lips and her surrender as those lips fall prey to my probing tongue. Ah! I had never dreamed that the depths of a woman’s mouth could be so sweet!

There's a First Time for Everything.

Elizaveta: He takes to the blood as naturally as any babe suckling at its mother’s breast. As I watch him, the other hunger takes hold of me. Rising up from my loins through my body to quicken my heartbeat and lend an unnatural flush to my cheeks.

Dafyd: I tear easily into the meat, even crunching into bone. It is indeed the most delectable thing I have ever tasted. She looks at me as if I am the next course on her menu. And my manhood agrees with her as it lays claim to most of the blood which I have just ingested and strains against my trousers.
She reaches and frees my member which nearly purrs in her hand. And before I know it, she is on me. My phallus finds itself encased in warmth and wet, pulsing within the constricting rhythm of her movement. I am so overwhelmed that I can only let her take what she will, as a bull will take a cow.