Ink Publishing Novels & Stories

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Chapter 3 Ink It was my last few weeks in college. I had decided to open up a tattoo shop not too far away from campus. Paul was going to come and work with me, turned out, he was pretty handy with a gun too. He was also smart as fuck and could easily do the books and whatever else was needed. We had found the ideal location and I had paid a few hundred dollars to a few kids to paint it while we finished our exams. The day had finally arrived. We had invitations sent to previous clients, friends, family, anyone we knew really. We headed up to the front of the building and admired it before we stepped foot inside. We were 21 years old and had our own business! It was crazy.

“Those students must be excited to go to school. Look at them, they are smiling.” This coffee shop was close to a university and our company was a block away. Emily and I were both working for InkQuill Press, a publishing company that specialized in producing and promoting books, particularly those in the literary and creative writing genres. I was in the Marketing and Publicity department while Emily was in the Production and design department. It had been two meaningful years. “Just like us before when we were students, it was not easy, Harp. Especially with all these dickheads who made our college experience miserable.”

" She then drops the call. She is really something, having fun playing on me. "Seriously, Dale? Do you think that plan will work?" an old man with eyeglasses asked. "Of course. It can entertain the readers. Giving them awareness and incentives at the same time." "How about the audience? You know the situation very well, Mr. Cuego." "The Inkwell has its website. We can go worldwide with just one click." There was a commotion inside the conference room while they were with their phone. They are whispering to each other.

"Make it ten." She had it ready by nine-thirty. Meridian Press was a midsize publisher, independent, well-regarded but perpetually undercapitalized. They had been looking for investors for the past two years, ever since their primary backer had pulled out during the pandemic. Iris's book was the biggest thing they had published in a decade, and they were scrambling to capitalize on its success while also keeping the lights on. Perfect.

A text from an unknown number. *Dear Dr. Zanetti, I'm Clara Benson, Senior Editor at Meridian Books. I read your thesis abstract online and was incredibly impressed. I'd love to discuss the possibility of publishing it as a monograph. Are you free for a coffee next week?* Keira stared at the screen, her heart hammering. Meridian Books. One of the most respected independent publishers in the UK, known for their beautifully produced academic titles and their commitment to emerging voices. They'd published books she'd cited in her thesis. Books that had shaped her thinking.

He looked down at her lovingly and smiled. "I almost forgot, thank you sweet pea," he pecked her lips and turned to Samantha. "I've been meaning to talk to you," "Me?" "Yes. I've worked for the West Ink Publishers and...they fired me," Darren said. "For obvious reasons. I used to do voiceovers, you know, for Audiobooks," Samantha nodded, listening. "I submitted three of my books to them and they rejected them because of explicit content." Samantha hummed, deep in thought.

Much laughter and applause from the audience elevated the mood momentarily. “The majority of writers who make money publishing with a print-on-demand subsidiary are those that write books on how to make money publishing with print-on-demand presses, and the only people who are making any real money are the so-called publishers who make all kinds of promises, but in the end are only interested in your money, not you or your book.” Anna threw an accusing glare at Henry, who responded by grabbing the microphone. Knowing he represented the industry Anna was referring, the audience immediately began booing. Henry tried to regain some sense of dignity.

Her success made me resentful. I was finally getting my chance to take down Devilish Ink! That magazine was a king in the journalism industry, with its VIP content, marvelous stories, and scandalous gossip. It made money by exposing the secrets of famous people. It was a tabloid in the end. And I grew tired of playing a part in this.

Her dark knit sweater was gone, replaced by a simple, thin cotton tank top that showed the sharp lines of her collarbones and the faint dusting of charcoal that still lingered on her skin from her hours in the sub-basement. "They’re retrofitting two old printing presses to run on the localized solar loop," she said, leaning against the timber edge of the table right next to Julian. She didn't look at the metrics; she looked at him, her eyes carrying that bright, steady focus that had become his only real anchor over the last thirty days. "They want to start printing their own independent neighborhood chronicles by Monday. They aren't waiting for permission from the media syndicates, Julian.