Writing stories and novel
Before I ever looked into publishing a book, I did much research on publishing. There were terms to understand, and software knowledge to grasp hold of. I started by becoming a small desktop publisher, using word processors, graphics software, and learning on my own as much information as I could find about publishing.
When publishing my first book, I performed the following steps in the sequence as listed below:
1) Writing the story line or subject matter.
I had the content already written. The content was poems and limericks that I had written over the years. At that time, my small desktop publishing business was defunct, yet I was very interested in understanding the book publishing process. So, deciding to publish a book of poetry was easy.
2) Giving it a title.
Creating the title required some thinking. After some serious brain storming, I settled on a long and cumbersome title, "The Rambling and Babbling of Just An Old Man." This title clearly depicts a part of my collection of short stories, written odds and ends, poems, and limericks, written throughout the years.
3) Finding a publisher.
I searched the internet for book publishers. I found many, but I was looking for an inexpensive publisher and the least expensive way to be published. Every traditional publishing house that I found required the authors to have an agent. Therefore, I expanded my search. After many weeks of searching, I found a self-publishing company that I could afford to work with. It was a small Print On Demand (POD) company called greatunpublished.com, which is no longer in existence. It has became BookSurge Publishing, LLC, BookSurge.com which was purchased by Amazon.com.
4) Agreeing to the contract.
After contacting the company, I decided that I could work with them and stay within my budget.
5) Pre-Press work or Pre-publishing preparation work.
I undertook the task of doing my own pre-prep work, and technical writing for my book.
a. First, I did part of the layout of the book, setting the page size, margins, gutter, and bleeds to the necessary specifications for the company's equipment. (Bleeds - the portion of the page that extends beyond the margins for the trim cutting and binding process)
b. Second, I typed in each poem and formatted the page for centering the text. I then set the font type, size and line spacing.
c. Third, I was my own graphic designer, and I then placed the artwork around the text on the page.
d. Fourth, I was my own editor; therefore, I edited and edited, time and time again, to ensure that the spelling, grammar, and punctuation were correct. Grammar and spell checkers are great, however, they could not distinguish between 'their and there' or 'bear and bare'. In addition, in the case of poems, some intentional incorrect writing was corrected and needed to be undone.
e. Fifth, I wrote a statement about the book and a brief description about the author, for placement on the back cover.
f. Sixth, I submitted the finished manuscript in the correct layout to the company for the Pre-Press review and approval. It was accepted and went to the pressroom for setup.
f. Seventh, I received a pdf file of the setup for my final approval before being printed. I proof read the book, and checked the layout, then gave my approval.
g. Eighth, as the author, I received the first printed copy from the pressroom.
h. Ninth, I then provided the press release to the company for their approval and release. At that time the book was officially released into the market, being made available through Barnes & Noble bookstores, as well as being available online.
My novel, my second book, was written during dead time on the job. The way I did my first novel was to first lay out chapters according to the content that I had written. I organized it according to how the time frames of the story were told.
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- ~Welcome To My~ "Neural Sponge"
- I'm the author of...
- My books
- Dambrit Poetry
- Computers - Positive or Negative Impact?
- Paper Books or E-books...
- E-book readers?
- What I am reading now.
- Squidoo links
- Acknowledgements
- Reader Feedback
- Fictional Short Story
- Fictional Short Story
- Fictional Short Story
- Fictional Novel
- On-going fictional novel.
- Fictional Novel
~Welcome To My~ "Neural Sponge"
"Have you ever wondered what marvels your mind is capable of?"--- Oscar Jones Dambrit
I'm the author of...
Poetry and Historical Fiction
The poetry book titled: The Rambling and Babbling of Just An Old Man, is drawn from my writings from 1982 to 2001.
The novel titled: The Pulse of Honor, is the first book of a trilogy in the making. The novel is a historical fictional work, based on real events.
I am also working on several childrens books, in addition to the next two books of the trilogy.
My books
Two books that will take you away for awhile.
"The Pulse of Honor", copyright 2005, is a story representing one aspect of the Vietnam conflict written from a unique standpoint. It contains strong language, as well as some explict sexual content. Just don't judge the book based on its cover, or you will be disappointed. An excellent 21 page glossary of terms is listed at the back of the book for easy reference.
Book Review for
The Pulse of Honor by Oscar Jones Dambrit
"Vietnam was more than a controversial conflict; over the years it has become part of the national consciousness with a lexicon all its own. And while the world is not short of novels on the subject, Oscar Jones Dambrit's stirring account of a young Marine medic ensconced within the violence of this incredible war deserves recognition all its own.
The Pulse of Honor is the story of Harry Rumsford, a twenty-year-old farm boy who suddenly finds himself "in the bush" in Southeast Asia. Based on Dambrit's own experiences in Vietnam, this novel is a fierce tribute to its soldiers and victims that doesn't so much lead the reader through its war-torn pages as it rushes recklessly through hazy mine fields and fire-bombed villages.
Dambrit's settings are familiar-Da Nang, Hue City, Saigon-yet his talent for the written word is fresh and horrifically genuine. Beneath the breathless action of Pulse lies an unrelenting respect for the armed forces of the United States, and he hails the founders and protectors of liberty with these words: "If we all, as average American citizens, should be so courageous as to fill a small fraction of their shoes, we would accomplish feats of near miracles." Clearly many lessons can be learned from Dambrit's narrative, the least of which is a new appreciation of the armed forces' acts of near-forgotten heroism.
Dambrit's tour de force is an intense, hand-clenching, throat-stopping military cum human drama whose authenticity is branded on each page with the erstwhile vengeance of a rusty flamethrower. This is the new Vietnam novel, and Dambrit deserves his place among the great war dramatists of history. Well done."
- - - - - - Ellen Tanner Marsh, New York Times Best Selling Author
A must read for anyone interested in The Vietnam Conflict. Pages: 247; Price: Trade Paperback $14.99 on Amazon.com
"The Rambling and Babbling of Just An Old Man", copyright 2001, is another book that is worthwhile reading. This book is composed of many poetic, light limerick concepts and events, as well as two profound short stories using strong language.
This book has something for everyone. It contains two intense short combat stories written in the language of that time to depict a more accurate picture for the reader - the stories contain foul language. Many of the poems, and limericks are light and easy reading. Many will bring a smile to your face.
"Refreshing
To see a happy smile,
and a beaming little face.
To get the word of good news,
while in a pleasing place.
To have a gift accepted,
althought it's not expected.
To share a thought with someone,
and have it not rejected.
Although so small a blessing,
this most certainly is refreshing.
Oscar Jones Dambrit"
This is but one example of the many poems, contained in this book.
Many of the poems will put a smile on your face. Pages:194 Price: Trade paperback $14.99 on Amazon.com
Dambrit Poetry
"Paterfamilias"
Three beautiful gals adorn his life,
Two his daughters, one his wife.
Laughter, sighing, and some crying,
They make life worthwhile, sun so shining.
Daily bliss, none amiss,
There is no better life than this.
Oscar Jones Dambrit
Computers - Positive or Negative Impact?
Home computers ...
Are computers frustrating to the average user, or are they not frustrating?
Paper Books or E-books...
Both have their place and usefulness...
It was at one time rumored that e-books would do away with the traditional paper style book. Give your opinion on this.
E-book readers?
With the number of e-book readers on the market growing, consumers and authors loose.
How many e-book readers are there on the market? Do you know? Do an online search for 'e-book readers' to find out. And many are not compatible. So, if you buy an e-book in pdf format, and later buy a different style reader, you may not be able to read your own book that you purchased. How do you feel about that?
Should e-book machines/software companies be forced to make their equipment compatible with each other?
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ArtSiren says:
I guess it would be a good idea for all the makers to stick to some sort of standard. I'm a paper fan though, so it's very unlikely I'll ever use ebooks, especially if I'm expected to buy a new reader everytime they update the pdf format.
Posted July 20, 2009
spirituality says:
Any ebook reader you buy should be able to read PDF - and not just the latest versions of PDF, but all previous ones as well.
Posted March 22, 2009
EelKat says:
Well, I'm not an e-book reader, heck, I have 10,000 books and 7,000 comic books, a total of more books than the average public library has (my local library only has 12,000 books). So, you can tell just from that that I am a major book lover. I love just holding books, so for me, an e-book isn't going to cut it and it's doubtful that I will ever have any e-book reader equipment. Heck, I don't even have a phone, tv, or radio. My computer is pretty much the only modern thing you'll find in my house (I'm only a few steps away from being considered Amish), so, no e-books in my near future.
However, that said, if I was going to go out and get e-reader equipment and become an e-reader, than I would have to say that I would want all e-books out there to be compatible with all types of e-reader equipment, because I'm not going to want to buy one of each machine, just to read different books (esp not when it's cheaper to just by the .99c paperback from the nearest used bookstore). It's in the sellers/publishers best interests if they make their e-books and e-reader machines compatible with one another. It'll be a win-win all around for every one.
~EK
Posted February 07, 2009
Medicinemanwriting1 says:
I say yes, for eventually many historical documents/books will be available in e-book format. And if the companies charged a miniscule fee, say .02 cents, to convert a book to a compatible format, that would be fine.
Posted November 16, 2008
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Fictional Short Story
Fourth story.
Red cardinals, blue jays, and yellow finches chirped loudly, while the big bright smiling sun cleared the morning fog. Few clouds dotted the beautiful light blue sky. Princess Krysstal, looking out her window, just knew that it was the perfect day to play in the small glen near the gentle bubbling creek.
Last year, King Osias made a nice swing for his seven-year-old princess. The rope made of the finest hemp, covered with a layer of delicate sheep-wool, protected Princess Krysstal's little hands from getting string slivers poked into them. The rope, attached to a large branch on her favorite tree, a great White Oak, made Princess Krysstal feel secure. She loved to swing and play on it. It was her most favorite place in the whole kingdom. Princess Krysstal loved to listen to the birds chirp and sing while she played. She enjoyed watching the birds flit about the glen, and especially watch them as they flew near the tall obelisk (branch-less tree as she liked to think of it since it was a greenish color) in the water near the edge of the creek bank. The king had told the little princess never to go near the object. That was why there were always two guards with her when she went to play on the swing.
Many times, Princess Krysstal asked her father why she could not go near the object. The answer always being the same, "You might fall in the creek and drown." the king would reply.
Today was a beautiful day to play, and Princess Krysstal very much wanted to play on the swing. She hurried and got dressed, and quickly went down the stairs, through the great hall, and out one of the many side entrances of the castle.
Princess Krysstal arrived at the great White Oak. Laughing and giggling she climbed onto the cushioned wooden seat. Grabbing the soft rope, she heaved her upper body backwards while thrusting her legs and feet straight out in front of her. Thus she propelled herself forward, and began her back and forth swinging motion.
Suddenly Queen Alicia appeared in the side entrance door. "Guards, guards, come quickly! The king has fallen and injured his leg. Krysstal, you stay on that swing until the guards come back!"
"Ok, mama." replied the little princess, as the guards began running toward the castle.
Ten minutes later, little Princess Krysstal was staring at the obelisk. Now, the little princess had an inquisitive mind and she was very curious about that object. Slowly she peeked around, checking to see if the guards were coming back. Seeing no one, she hopped off the swing and ran toward the obelisk. When she reached the edge of the water, she stopped. 'You might fall in the creek and drown.' her father's words echoed in her mind. Again, she slowly peeked around and saw no one. Puffing her little chest up she stepped forward into the shallow water. The obelisk was only five feet from the shoreline, and she could see the bottom of the object through the sparkling clear water.
Quickly stepping forward, Princess Krysstal reached the obelisk.
Being only slightly timid she stretched out her tiny left hand and touched the object. Fzzzzzzzzz, Princess Krysstal felt strange. Her tiny little body began tingling, her mind became fuzzy and quicker than the flash of a sunbeam the teeny princess fell into a deep, deep, sleep right where she stood. Princess Krysstal's itsy-bitsy body had turned into a solid crystal statue!
A few moments later the guards returned to the glen, and were horrified as they looked at the crystal statue that had been their beautiful little princess. Straight away one of the guards ran to the palace to tell the Queen and King what they had found.
King Osias, only having sprained his ankle in his earlier accident quickly dashed toward the glen, with Queen Alicia and the guard sprinting after him.
When they arrived at the glen, they became alarmed at seeing the once lively little princess standing there frozen, turned into a crystal statue, her tiny feet and lower legs covered by the ever flowing water of the gentle stream.
Queen Alicia murmured aloud, "What shall we do! Our poor little Krysstal!"
King Osias knew of the legend of the obelisk and had read its writings. He swiftly replied, "Calm down my dear. Getting hysterical will never solve anything." Closing his eyes while rubbing his kingly chin, Osias, calmed his mind. Sweeping the fear from his thoughts, he allowed his mind to come to a state of peace. He knew that only with a peaceful mind would he be able to attain the state of serenity that would allow him to seek the answer he needed to save his daughter.
Soon King Osias opened his eyes. Addressing the guards, he spoke quietly, "Sir Edwin stay here. Let none come near the princess. I will send more guards to assist thee."
Sir Edwin replied, "Yes My King."
Speaking to Queen Alicia, the king said, "Come, let us retreat to the privacy of the castle."
Upon entering the castle the king gave orders to his Commander of the Guard, "Captain Oscard, send ten more guards to the glen. Have them report to Sir Edwin. He is in charge of the glen security. Be quick about it."
King Osias firmly stated to Queen Alicia, "I am retiring to my private retreat to think. I do not want to be disturbed, except in the case of an impending attack."
Softly Queen Alicia acknowledged the kings' statement, "Yes my husband. I will make sure none disturb you."
The next day near noon, the king emerged from his retreat. "My queen!" he called out, his words echoing throughout the castle halls.
The king's wife stepped from their bedchambers into the large hall. "What is it my husband?" she asked.
"I remembered the words. We must hurry. There is no time to waste. We have to travel to Lord Hartford's castle post haste. I will explain on the way. Quickly get our things ready." replied the king.
With that King Osias stepped quickly toward the guard quarters. "Captain Oscard! Captain Oscard! Come quick!" he commanded.
Captain Oscard appeared in the large entrance hall stating, "I am here my king."
King Osias said, "I will need a small detachment of my personal guards ready to ride within the hour. We will be traveling quickly, so have them pack lightly. We will return before the next day's sunrise."
On that note, the king returned to his bedchambers.
There he told his wife, I remember the words from the scrolls. They are thus:
"Whosoever shall defile my surface with thine touch, shall forever more become a solid of thine own essence. The purity of thine heart or the evil of thine heart shall be thy reward, and none shall escape, except the innocent. Hence, an innocent shall regain their flesh and blood through the touch of that which did an innocent through innocence give. Thine reprieve shall last three sunrises, else thine touch is everlasting."
"You see my queen, Lord Hartford's son, Jon Mar played with Krysstal many times. I am hoping that during one of those times that Jon Mar gave Krysstal a toy or a gift. If he did, we just need to retrieve it and touch our little princess with it. That is why we must hurry." explained the king.
"My king, I have packed all that we need for this quick journey. Let us depart now." Queen Alicia replied.
"Come then. To the main gate. Our carriage is waiting." responded King Osias.
The carriage was waiting, and the footmen loaded the king and queens' luggage. And off they went as fast as their team of horses could carry them.
Lord Hartford and his son, Jon Mar, were waiting for them, as the king had sent a messenger ahead with a personal dispatch.
Forgoing the normal greetings, Lord Hartford spoke quickly, "My king, Jon Mar indeed gave a leather bracelet with pieces of amber attached to it. However, Princess Krysstal, accidentally, left it in the play yard. Luckily Jon Mar had retrieved it and put it away for the next time they would play."
Stretching his hand forth, Lord Hartford handed the king that precious bracelet.
King Osias thank Lord Hartford then said, "Forgive me Lord Hartford, but under the circumstances we must return to the castle immediately. I hope you understand."
Lord Hartford replied, "I do my king. God's speed be with you."
Upon their arrival at the castle, the King Osias and Queen Alicia went straight to the glen. The guards held their torches high as king hastily walked to Princess Krysstal and put the bracelet on her right wrist.
A loud boom and a brilliant flash of light burst forth from the area of the object.
The king regaining his sight watched as the little princess removed her hand from the obelisk.
Princess Krysstal turned and ran toward the bank. In her mind, she was never crystallized.
Queen Alicia and King Osias embraced their little daughter, before she could blink an eye.
After a few moments, the king, queen, little princess and the guards all walked into the castle. Everyone was happily chatting and laughing.
The guards went to the guard quarters, and the king, queen and princess went to the large family room.
King Osias sat down beside Queen Alicia. He commanded Princess Krysstal to come and sit in front of him. The little princess did so.
King Osias said, "Now my princess, do you understand why I didn't want you to play near that object. You could just as easily drowned as turned into a crystal statue. Thankfully, Jon Mar kept the bracelet that you are now wearing. That bracelet awakened you from your deep sleep. You have a great friend in Jon Mar. You owe your life to him. I hope that in the future you listen to your mother and me. Otherwise something else may happen to you, something that may not be able to be undone."
"I will listen father." stated the little princess, as her tiny mouth opened into a big yawn.
"Good." said the king, "Now off to bed with you."
Princess Krysstal gave her mother and father a great big hug, then turned and skipped happily toward her nanny.
©2009 Oscar Jones Dambrit
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On-going fictional novel.
Embracing Souls ©2009

Chapter One
July 24, 2009, 0830 AM Paradise Island, Philippines.
The emerald green colors glistened as the cool, morning sunrays bounced off of them. Radonno Duquaie could not believe his eyes. He had never seen such exquisite beauty. His mind was enthralled. His heart raced, surging, causing a deluge of deep purple-red fluid to inundate his system. The excitement he felt within had not touched him for a long time. The warm-cool breeze of the lagoon stroked his naked masculine chest. The breeze combined with the adrenaline in his system, caused unexpected goose bumps to grow.
Radonno stood there, his five foot eleven inch tall, one hundred seventy-five pound frame stretched upward above the scene in front of him. His broad settled shoulders cast a large shadow across the smooth white sand. Dark, intense, brown eyes examined the setup in front of him. His right hand combed backward the windblown onyx black hair, giving him a clearer view. The sharp straight nose flared ever so slightly. A masculine chiseled jaw tensed quickly, then relaxed, as his full lips with a hint of a heart shape parted into a big gleaming smile.
The young man of twenty-five years stood there for a full five minutes, his mind recalling the past three days that had brought him to this place.
July 21, 2009, 0915 AM San Diego, CA, USA
Radonno's eyes blurred, then refocused to see a hand holding a pale blue slip of paper in front of him. He looked up at his personal secretary and politely said, "Thank you Ms. Lander." She replied, "You're welcome, sir.", then turned and walked out the door.
Radonno looked at the slip of paper. 'Vacation meeting. Paradise Island, Republic of Philippines. July25, 2009 9:00 AM. Be prepared to enjoy yourself. Bring nothing. Bring only yourself and Carmella, if she can make it. Everything is already prepared. Tailor standing by; Shopping manager standing by; Driver and car standing by; Room reserved and paid; and secretary standing by, signed Roger.' He wondered if Carmella Lander would able to travel this time. This is different thought Radonno. He was used to traveling the globe for various meetings with clients. However, they were usually in Europe. Occasionally they would be in Hong Kong or Maylasia. He trusted Roger when it came to setting up these meeting. In the past five years Radonno had closed five major deals with five clients. That was a perfect closing rate, and much of it had been attributed to Rogers pre-qualifying clients before setting up a meeting. Three out of the five clients were involved in research for bio-medical technology. The other two were involved in marketing bio-medical products, primarily biological synthetics.
This client, Bacter Creation Systems (BCS), however was different. BCS was on the threshold of creating a friendly biological entity that would replicate any cell that it came into contact with. The client had created the Bacterdriod (pronounced Back-ter- dry- od) through gene splicing of macrophage bacteria, then modifying the RNA and DNA of the resultant Bacterdriod. The macrophage was genetically altered so it would extract a sample RNA and DNA from the contact cell as opposed to injecting or engulfing the contact. Finally BCS had the perfect Bacterdriod, one that would replicate any cell it came in contact with. They then set about to alter the Bacterdriod's ability to recognize a normal healthy cell from a mutated destructive cell. This was done through the system approach. Since the human body is composed of a series of systems, BCS methodically allowed the Bacterdriod to be exposed to healthy cells of each system. The skin being the simplest to begin with and moved on to the more difficult blood and lymph systems. BCS began testing the Bacterdriod on sick people, with a phenomenal success rate of 100 %. BCS would take a sample of the sick person's healthy cell from the particular unhealthy system and expose it to the Bacterdriod and watch the reaction. Each time, the Bacterdriod would replicate healthy cells. BCS then would take a mutated cell from the same particular unhealthy system and expose it to the Bacterdriod. The Bacterdriod would sample the cell, then would not replicate it. Upon analysis, it was found that the Bacterdriod had a special type of neuromemory that could differentiate between the mutated and healthy cells. BCS then took sample biopsies of the healthy and unhealthy area of the affected system. The Bacterdriod would migrate around the system and would attach itself to a section that was undergoing cellular repair and replication. Once attached it began to replicate and add new cells at a rate of four hundred replications per minute, with every other cell replicated, moving free and finding their own section to attach. Whenever they found a mutated cell they simply squeezed the mutation out of the sequence by attaching bacterspines between the mutated cell and the healthy cells. When the separation was complete, the Bacterdriods would then surround the mutated cell with a single layer of Bacterdriods and sealed it into a cocoon and thus prevented the mutated cell from acquiring nutrients. Soon the mutated cell would die from starvation.
The founders and scientists at BCS were ecstatic about the findings. To date, the test results of the one thousand test subjects conclusively and positively showed 100% system accuracy, and an incredible 100% cure rate. Test patients showed a complete recovery from their particular illness within three months of the start of treatment. BCS was ready to go public with their findings. Their security measures were good and had maintained a complete and total blackout of their research and findings. One of the founders was a friend of a friend who knew Roger. And Roger immediately thought of Radonno.
Radonno had a perfect track record when it came to helping clients find the highest quality and largest quantity market for their particular product. He knew the ins' and outs' of research marketing, finding funding, continuing funding, and setting up contracts for completed projects. Some of Radonno's early and former clients were, Hospitals of the World Association (HOW) an international conglomeration of hospitals, Physicians and Nurses Global Association (PNGA) a global company consisting of contract doctors and nurses. Also, Universal Medical Products (UMP), a world wide medical distribution company; International Pharmaceutical Market Incorporated (IPM); and Cosmic Prosthetics (CP), a global company dealing in replacement parts for the body. Radonno's contacts were extensive, with many in the very top levels of corporations and governments. He called Ms Lander on the inner com. "Do you want to go?" he asked.
Ms Lander replied, "Sad to say, not this time."
Radonno, smiling, stated into the air, "Ok, I'll forgive you this time."
Ms Lander, grinning, commented back, " I knew you'd understand."
Radonno tossed another comment, "You got it. Call the airport and tell Jack to start getting the plane prepared to go. Thanks."
Radonno turned back to his work. He had been checking some statistics on a firm from the stock market. The company he was checking on had a small roller coaster ride in their early start 10 years ago, but now, for the last five years they had steadily climbed upward in their earnings and ROI's (Return On Investments). Radonno like what he was seeing. They had started as a penny stock, and now ten years later they were blue chip. He made some notes and jotted down some questions. Then put the note pad in his center desk drawer. Tomorrow was another day, he thought, as he prepared to leave the office. His mind drifted to BCS. Now here was a company worth dwelling on. Grabbing his jacket, he walked out of his office.
"Good afternoon Ms Lander. I'll see you about 9:00 AM." Radonno said that as his crisp stride carried him past the secretary's desk.
"Have a great afternoon, Mr. Duquaie." Ms Lander's voice trailed after him.
Embracing Souls ©2009 Oscar Jones Dambrit
Artwork ©2009 Oscar Jones Dambrit






