David Martin

Kim Martin

Lizards Eat Butterflies: an antidote to the "Self-help" Addiction unveils how we're living on this planet and how we could do so much more to improve our experience with a shift in perspective. In a triumph of cutting-edge science, social commentary, and deeply personal life experience, David Martin shows us that, with an alteration in perspective, that which stands in the way of our humanity is an illusion that can be eradicated.

An Antidote to the Self-Help Addiction

Lizards Eat Butterflies

"Your book has changed how I look at EVERYthing. I'm realizing how hard I've been searching for an answer to what hasn't been working for me, not just in writing & publishing, but in how I manage my professional life, in general. This is the first morning in decades that I woke up feeling calm and unhurried. That's not hyperbole. I've spent most of my professional life feeling rushed, as if I were seeking something that was eluding me. Your book provided the key. Thank you!" EM I just signed in to my KDP publishing account and checked out the report for my royalty earnings over the past two years (May 15 - May 17). Incredibly it reads $207,628.04! Well, it's incredible to me anyways, because I know how long and hard the journey to this point has been. I started my self publishing adventure long before Kindle was even a twinkle in Amazon's eye, on a photocopier and armed with a long-armed stapler. My books had to be short in those days, because they wouldn't stay closed if I tried to fold too many pages. Amazingly, I still publish short books. Lots of them. As a fellow indie author and self-publisher I know well the pressures that can prevent your publishing dreams taking full shape. The daily demands, and propensity to procrastinate, the insecurity - all conspiring to keep you one step behind your break-through. Sometimes it feels like you are chasing your own tail. We know, as self-publishers, that there is a lot more to this gig than just writing. It can become overwhelming. I started asking how I could better run my business to free me to do just the things I loved and felt called to do. I wanted to create a watertight streamlined system that facilitated massive growth without killing me and destroying my wife and kids in the process. I now only have to work a few hours a week to keep my self publishing business running and flourishing - I'm free to write and create as I please. This book contains the tried and tested keys that took me from a struggling and overwhelmed indie author, to a six-figure publishing business that virtually runs on auto-pilot. Most productivity books center on teaching how to do more. This is a book all about doing less! Trash your busy-ness and build a knockout self-publishing business that works for you, instead of you working for it. ABOUT THE AUTHOR: David Lee Martin is a successful self-publishing author, who runs a healthy six-figure publishing business using the very keys and concepts he shares in this book. He is known for his transparency and ability to communicate with honesty concepts and practical pathways to rock your own publishing business and take it to the next level.

A Book about Doing Less and Making More

Productivity for Indie Authors

A title from the Brand New Readers series, created for children at the first stage of learning to read. It contains four stories about Piggy, designed to help the reader develop early reading skills and the confidence they need to become good readers. There are support notes for parents.

Piggy and Dad

Liliana Cabral

Brian Blake

Birgitta König-Ries

Ulrich Küster

Over the last decade, a great amount of effort and resources have been invested in the development of Semantic Web Service (SWS) frameworks. Numerous description languages, frameworks, tools, and matchmaking and composition algorithms have been proposed. Nevertheless, when faced with a real-world problem, it is still very hard to decide which of these different approaches to use. In this book, the editors present an overall overview and comparison of the main current evaluation initiatives for SWS. The presentation is divided into four parts, each referring to one of the evaluation initiatives. Part I covers the long-established first two tracks of the Semantic Service Selection (S3) Contest – the OWL-S matchmaker evaluation and the SAWSDL matchmaker evaluation. Part II introduces the new S3 Jena Geography Dataset (JGD) cross evaluation contest. Part III presents the Semantic Web Service Challenge. Lastly, Part IV reports on the semantic aspects of the Web Service Challenge. The introduction to each part provides an overview of the evaluation initiative and overall results for its latest evaluation workshops. The following chapters in each part, written by the participants, detail their approaches, solutions and lessons learned. This book is aimed at two different types of readers. Researchers on SWS technology receive an overview of existing approaches in SWS with a particular focus on evaluation approaches; potential users of SWS technologies receive a comprehensive summary of the respective strengths and weaknesses of current systems and thus guidance on factors that play a role in evaluation.

Advancement through Evaluation

Semantic Web Services

In the fall When leaves turn red Bears know soon It’s time for bed Comes winter Comes snow Bears are ready Bears go In their cave Warm and deep Winter is time For bears to sleep A lilting read-aloud text and stunning pictures combine to make an irresistibly appealing picture book that follows these fascinating animal friends through the cycle of the year. A page of facts about bears will answer young readers' questions as they begin to explore the wonders of the natural world.

Shh! Bears Sleeping

During the seventeenth-century English Civil War, two Irish political prisoners escape from a prison ship and desperately make their way across Ireland in the midst of a harsh, bitterly cold winter

The Road to Ballyshannon

Each month The Dark brings you the best in dark fantasy and horror! Edited by award-winning editors Silvia Moreno-Garcia and Sean Wallace and brought to you by Prime Books, this issue includes two all-new stories and two reprints:"A Prayer to the Many-Eyed Mother" by Eliza Victoria"Things Behind the Sun" by David Martin (reprint)"Maria's Children" by Tobi Ogundiran"Sun Dogs" by Laura Mauro (reprint)

The Dark, #40

The Dark Issue 40

In the case of the conviction and imprisonment of Captain Alfred Dreyfus on false espionage charges in late-19th century France, the initially small number of people who doubted the government and the press and worked for justice for Captain Dreyfus were known as "Dreyfusards." Doubt about the official version of the story of how President Bill Clinton's deputy White House Counsel Vincent W. Foster, Jr., died was also confined to a few individuals in the early days, at least among those who would speak up. By the terminology borrowed from France, David Martin was an original "Dreyfusard." In time, he was joined by people with a higher profile, but after Independent Counsel Kenneth Starr's team rendered its long-delayed opinion that the original "suicide" judgment had been correct, most of them dropped by the wayside. Martin, who as a senior at Davidson College was secretary of the Young Democrats Club of which Foster was a member, persisted, following the case into the controversy surrounding candidate Donald Trump's expressed suspicions about Foster's death in the 2016 presidential campaign and beyond. In a certain sense, this book may be regarded as the memoir of a Washington, DC, "Dreyfusard" insider. Eventually, justice would prevail in the Dreyfus case. Demonstrating the same sort of incisive analysis that he showed in The Assassination of James Forrestal and The Martyrdom of Thomas Merton, written with Hugh Turley, Martin makes a persuasive case that justice is yet to be done in the case of Vince Foster's death. A major reason for the difference, Martin explains, is that the press and the ruling establishment of the United States have been much more monolithic on the side of injustice than were those institutions in France at the turn of the 20th century. This book is destined to be the definitive reference work for anyone interested in this high-level murder mystery, as Martin fashions it, while, at the same time, it reveals a great deal about the nature of the controlling power of the United States at the turn of the 21st century.

America's Would-Be Dreyfus Affair

The Murder of Vince Foster

Langston Hughes

A Comedy with Music

Simply Heavenly

Readers meet Monkey in this cheerful, amusing story for beginner readers. The book is designed for first-time readers, enabling them to quickly master early reading skills. Helpful support notes for parents are provided.

Monkey Business

Monkey's adventures include making a birthday cake for Mom, losing a tooth, and hiding in the garbage.

Reports on the revolutionary rise to power, the reign of terror, and the political incompetency of Uganda's new president

General Amin

Why Do Animals Hibernate? is aligned to the Common Core State Standards for English/Language Arts, addressing Literacy.RI.1.4 and Literacy.L.1.4. Large color photographs of dens, burrows, caves, and hibernating creatures along with narrative nonfiction text engagingly explain the world of hibernation. This book should be paired with Good Night, Bears: Learning About Hibernation" (9781448887767) from the Rosen Common Core Readers Program to provide the alternative point of view on the same topic.

Why Do Animals Hibernate?

It was still light so I decided to venture out into the garden. I had never walked out of an argument before, and certainly not one at such an early stage. I think we were both quite pig headed, and my pride had taken an instant punch to the kidney. I didn't expect Rachel to follow me outside, and I certainly didn't want her to. I had slighted her suggestion, and she had taken it badly. I knew I should have stayed, talked it through and made her see my side of things. I should have told her that I would do this film, and if the future didn't work out as I hoped then I would consider her proposal. Hell, as an accountant she would set the business up for me and keep all the books. All I would have to do was do up shitty old houses. Most of it was all cosmetic anyway, a lick of paint here, a new carpet there, a few light fittings and stuff. All done on the cheap, supermarket goods made to look expensive. People would pay more for the houses giving me more profit. Once they moved in they could take all my crappy fittings out if they wanted to, it wouldn't bother me in the slightest. I had the skill for it, and that was one of the most important factors in her proposal. The one thing I didn't have just now was the will to do it, and that made one bitch of a difference. I walked down the path at the front of the house. I marvelled at my own work as I passed by, the grass was neatly cut, and was growing in neat strips, making it look like a professionally cut soccer pitch or tennis court. The gravel driveway was well laid and even. There were a couple of stone sculptures at either end of the drive. In fact they weren't stone at all, but a kind of outdoor material made to look like stone. They were weighted down with sand and looked pretty authentic. I figured that if my movie was a success and I got other roles soon I would invest in some real stone ones. I wandered right down to the end of the drive, where our land meets the main road. When I say main road, I don't mean a major carriageway, it was actually a B-road which led towards the M1. There wasn't a lot of traffic around at the best of times, although tonight was unusually silent. I couldn't even hear the usual dull and distant roar of the traffic from the motorway as a thousand souls passed in the near vicinity of my life. Tonight there seemed to be nobody about, not even in the distance. It was just the night for a perfect murder. Why that thought entered my head I was unsure, it just suddenly popped in there and refused to budge. It was disturbing that I should have such an idea so easy, but there it was. I could kill Rachel, and then there would be no reason why I couldn't do whatever I wanted. I could act forever, I could paint houses forever, whatever the fuck I wanted to do. With her out of the way there would be nothing to stop me except my own ambition. I couldn't quite believe I was having these thoughts. I know that everyone is prone to the occasional lapse in normal behaviour, but it usually passes in a moment or two. It also leads to intense remorse that the thought ever occurred. Not in this case though. The thought of digging a grave right here and now, and luring Rachel here, throwing her into the newly dug hole and covering it with earth. She would scream for a while, but there would be nobody to hear her. I would keep filling the hole with earth, and then the screaming would stop. She would be gone forever. I would report her missing, and she would never be found. I would be looked at with sympathy, and my career would skyrocket because of it. I would be the hero who came back from the brink to relaunch a successful acting career. I would marry a supermodel, but not before a string of torrid but highly sexually charged relationships had taken place. I had a peculiar sensation of déjà vu, as if this wasn't exactly a new thought, or indeed a new experience for me. I did

The Bone Bodies

Mary and Jonathan Gaetan were the essence of elegance. He was a powerful businessman; she was beautiful, sexy, young. Then, in a night of terror, a madman broke into their suburban Washington mansion. When it was over, Jonathan Gaetan lay dead and mutilated in a bathtub of his own blood. Mary told the police nothing about an intruder. Instead, she claimed her husband had killed himself.

Lie to Me

It was still light so I decided to venture out into the garden. I had never walked out of an argument before, and certainly not one at such an early stage. I think we were both quite pig headed, and my pride had taken an instant punch to the kidney. I didn’t expect Rachel to follow me outside, and I certainly didn’t want her to. I had slighted her suggestion, and she had taken it badly. I knew I should have stayed, talked it through and made her see my side of things. I should have told her that I would do this film, and if the future didn’t work out as I hoped then I would consider her proposal. Hell, as an accountant she would set the business up for me and keep all the books. All I would have to do was do up shitty old houses. Most of it was all cosmetic anyway, a lick of paint here, a new carpet there, a few light fittings and stuff. All done on the cheap, supermarket goods made to look expensive. People would pay more for the houses giving me more profit. Once they moved in they could take all my crappy fittings out if they wanted to, it wouldn’t bother me in the slightest. I had the skill for it, and that was one of the most important factors in her proposal. The one thing I didn’t have just now was the will to do it, and that made one bitch of a difference. I walked down the path at the front of the house. I marvelled at my own work as I passed by, the grass was neatly cut, and was growing in neat strips, making it look like a professionally cut soccer pitch or tennis court. The gravel driveway was well laid and even. There were a couple of stone sculptures at either end of the drive. In fact they weren’t stone at all, but a kind of outdoor material made to look like stone. They were weighted down with sand and looked pretty authentic. I figured that if my movie was a success and I got other roles soon I would invest in some real stone ones. I wandered right down to the end of the drive, where our land meets the main road. When I say main road, I don’t mean a major carriageway, it was actually a B-road which led towards the M1. There wasn’t a lot of traffic around at the best of times, although tonight was unusually silent. I couldn’t even hear the usual dull and distant roar of the traffic from the motorway as a thousand souls passed in the near vicinity of my life. Tonight there seemed to be nobody about, not even in the distance. It was just the night for a perfect murder. Why that thought entered my head I was unsure, it just suddenly popped in there and refused to budge. It was disturbing that I should have such an idea so easy, but there it was. I could kill Rachel, and then there would be no reason why I couldn’t do whatever I wanted. I could act forever, I could paint houses forever, whatever the fuck I wanted to do. With her out of the way there would be nothing to stop me except my own ambition. I couldn’t quite believe I was having these thoughts. I know that everyone is prone to the occasional lapse in normal behaviour, but it usually passes in a moment or two. It also leads to intense remorse that the thought ever occurred. Not in this case though. The thought of digging a grave right here and now, and luring Rachel here, throwing her into the newly dug hole and covering it with earth. She would scream for a while, but there would be nobody to hear her. I would keep filling the hole with earth, and then the screaming would stop. She would be gone forever. I would report her missing, and she would never be found. I would be looked at with sympathy, and my career would skyrocket because of it. I would be the hero who came back from the brink to relaunch a successful acting career. I would marry a supermodel, but not before a string of torrid but highly sexually charged relationships had taken place. I had a peculiar sensation of déjà vu, as if this wasn’t exactly a new thought, or indeed a new experience for me. I did

Sweet illustrations and simple language bring the holidays to life for the youngest of children. Candles on the menorah, ready to light! At Hanukkah, there are many much-anticipated rituals — latkes to eat, dreidels to spin, presents to give and receive, and shiny gold treats. Add some free-form fun, from shadow puppetry to singing and dancing, and you have a warm, truly child-friendly celebration.

Hanukkah Lights

Terry Heard

Bob Francis

The highly acclaimed MEI series of text books, supporting the MEI Structured Mathematics specification, has been updated to match the requirements of the new specifications, for first teaching in 2004. This series, well known for accessibility and for a student friendly approach, has a wealth of features: worked examples, activities, investigations, graded exercises, key points summaries and discussion points. To ensure exam success there are plenty of up to date exam questions, plus warning signes to indicate common pitfalls. MEI offer full support to schools through their network with newsletters, training days and an annual conference. Additional Further Pure Mathematics (FP3) is an A2 component of Further Mathematics.

Additional Further Pure Mathematics

A Critical Dissertation upon the seventh verse of the fifth chapter of St. John's First Epistle, There are Three, that bear record in Heaven, etc. Wherein the authentickness of this text is fully prov'd against the objections of Mr. Simon and the Modern Arians ... translated into English

David Martin

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