Better Brains Books is proud to say that all books are now updated! The following changes have been made to the titles- Daisy- Sweet Daisy Done Apart- Once Distant The Lakeside- The Lakefront Vault of the Ghouls- Fright Vault Social media pages are being updated. And links to books offer better navigation. When you click on the link for the Fright Vault series you can find all 8 volumes! And volume 9 is coming soon!
The following books are being delisted- Daisy Done Apart The Lakeside They will be back to digital retail later this week with new titles and covers. More news to come!
Better Brains Books appreciates the shares regarding the news with Lulu Publishing. Even as DMCAs (Digital Millenium Copyright Act) have been sent for the past 4 weeks to remove distribution Lulu Publishing refuses to respond. Due to circumstances Better Brains Books has decided to rename and rebrand its work under Draft2Digital. This decision will also delay upcoming projects, as a new volume for Vault of the Ghouls was scheduled for early March. Although these delays won't take months or years it will take time to fix this situation. Stay tuned for more updates.
Boils and Ghouls- Due to publishing circumstances the following titles are not on Amazon, Kobo, Scribd, Mondadori or Hoopla: - Daisy - Done Apart - Vault of the Ghouls series Better Brains Books continues to reach out to LuLu Publishing to stop distribution. Fight back by letting them know! Tell LuLu you want Daisy, Done Apart and Vault of the Ghouls removed! https://help.lulu.com/en/support/tickets/new?_gl=1*1er9749*_gcl_aw*R0NMLjE2MTM3NjA5NjYuRUFJYUlRb2JDaE1JdDliRF9jXzI3Z0lWamdlSUNSMDQ1QUZhRUFBWUF5QUFFZ0xXeHZEX0J3RQ..*_ga*ODAzODAwODEzLjE2MTM2ODM0MDE.*_ga_E4HSQJ4YSL*MTYxMzc2MDk2Ni4yLjEuMTYxMzc2MDk3NC4w&_ga=2.149388720.781692980.1613683401-803800813.1613683401&_gac=1.41091862.1613760966.EAIaIQobChMIt9bD_c_27gIVjgeICR045AFaEAAYAyAAEgLWxvD_BwE
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Did everyone have a ghastly Halloween? You can still find more screams at the link provided. Currently Better Brains Books has had a power shortage. And internet connection is down. Apoligies on not keeping up to date on the scares. Currently working on another novella and will update as soon as possible. -William Schumpert
Taking a break today from writing. But 2 chapters are done for my upcoming novella! Stay tuned some previews!
Back to writing! Another 350 hair raising words for my next horror story. While you're at it be sure to check out the new link. Easier to find the screams you're dying for!
A new universal link for all your screams! A nightmare come true! https://books2read.com/ap/RDM6kr/William-Schumpert
Off the other day from my usual writing. Back to it this morning with about 500 words! Stay tuned for more frights!
Hello, my name is Peter Lawryniuk. I'm 42 years old. I have a brain injury that I got when I was 7 years old. I was hit by a car while riding my bicycle and in a coma for 11 days. When I awoke, I needed to relearn everything over again. How to walk, talk, eat and use all my muscles again. I had a lot of different therapies, speech, physio therapy, etc. I went back to school. I was in a small classroom and I had a special ed teacher that would work one on one with me at times. When I was 12 years old, another tragedy happened. My father passed away of a heart attack. That left my mother to raise three children on her own, with me being the youngest and with a brain injury, it was tough. Going through my teenage years was tough. I had some anger issues as a teenager, but for different reasons. One, my father passed away and two, I have a brain jury. I didn't know how to deal with certain situations. I was sent away a few times to get some help. First a rehabilitation Center in London. I was there for a year and then came back to Cambridge. I went to high school and then a few years later, I was sent to another rehabilitation Center in Hamilton to get more help. I was there for a year. I came back to Cambridge and finished my high school in Cambridge. It took me a bit longer but I did it. I graduated. Fast forward to when I was 26 years old, I moved out of my mothers house and into an apartment on my own. A year later, I started volunteering at a daycare called Peekaboo, one day a week for a few hours in the morning. Well, that one day a week turned to 2 days a week and then three days a week. Then I did two things in September of that year. 1, I got my G1 license. The second thing I did was, I signed up for early childhood education apprenticeship at Conestoga college. Going through college, I had my ups and downs the first 5 years as I needed to repeat some classes again because with my brain injury, it takes me longer to understand some things. Then another tradegy happened. First, my mothers dog passed away and then three days later, my mother passed away from complications after her surgery that she had. It was a very difficult time as now both of my parents were gone. I took a little break from college. I wrote, sang, recorded, videoed and put on YouTube three songs. Miracles which is about my accident and hospital stay. Life is like a storm which is about a storm that's coming and how my life was like a storm growing up with a brain injury. Olivia which is about my Goddaughter Olivia. She's in the video to. My supervisor at the daycare told me I had to take a food handling course, because I help in the kitchen with the grocery shopping, etc. So, I did. I ended up passing that class as I studied long and hard. I passed and wanted to go back and finish what I started in the Early childhood education and apprenticeship program. Apparently, l found out that I only needed two more classes. I took them both, one after another. I worked hard, had a great teacher, same one for both classes and I passed. I graduated college. I now volunteer and work in a day care called Bright Path Childcare, which used to be called Peekaboo Childcare. I help out in the classrooms and in the kitchen. I bring my guitar there and play and sing to the children there. I volunteer on Saturday mornings at the YMCA, stay and play. I also bring my guitar and play it and sing to the children there. I volunteer at a place called Michael Fleming Center and as well volunteer in my church. I work one day a week at a place called open space, which is a place with people of different disabilities can go and socialize, play games etc. It's part of the extend a family. Some things I learned growing up is: Never give up, look forward in life, not backwards, think positive, not negative, take one day at a time and you can do anything you put your mind to.
The world is a careful orchestration of facts and logics that lay onto each other to give varied results. Choices are invariably between few options, like video simulations, that pile onto each other to result in vastly different outcomes. The law of multiplication in its grandest application. Successful is he who can decipher these truths of the world to come up with his own. As a woman of logic, it baffles me, thus, how individuals can blatantly turn an eye away from the facts that stare them in the face. Certain advocates for equality like to harp on the premise that all humans are the same, a concept that I never understood. The very aspects that make us human differentiate us. From our genetic code which dictates our physical capacities to our appearance which segregates us on a visual level to our individual psyches that transcends measurable scales, humans are literally programmed to stand out. Which is why it is ignorant to assume that all of us are cut of the same cloth and fit into the same mould. However, an admittance of dissimilarity is not a translation to advocacy for injustice. There is a difference between seeing individuality and condemning others for it. These unwritten divides that segregate us into subgroups within a larger population are not the reason for the animosity that certain individuals feel. These malicious thoughts are viruses concealed in promising packets of healthy cells which cross the barriers within our heads to infect what lies beyond, to decay our minds. These trojan horses of malevolence implant themselves into our psyche without our knowledge, they start an unalterable process of gradual decline of our thoughts and of our perspectives. They turn dissimilar people into ‘them' who are deprived of the treatment and amenities that ‘we' should receive. Early interactions with non-neurotypical individuals normalised the concept to me that certain people have quirks or habits that may not resemble my own. The brain is akin to an ocean, it is uncharted territory that is not completely understood by individuals and hides secrets that are yet to be uncovered. It is unjust to box this super-machine with infinite capability into identical, restrictive containers. The world is filled with unique individuals and while we may have come a long way in the acceptance of individuals with varied physical appearances, we have yet to accept those who different from us neurologically. A moment that sticks with me took place when I was in ninth grade. The toll of the bell had indicated that we were free to go to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. On the food counter was a boy with autism who was working the counter to gain work experience. Unlike my usual, unsocial self I decided to strike up a conversation with him. Once I returned to my unofficially designated seat, I was bombarded with questions about my interaction with him by a friend of mine. This friend expressed her disbelief at my conversation, her primary question was 'why would I want to talk to him?'. This friend was considered social and accepting of all people, she was even working with students with autism for a project, which is why it shocked me to see her react this way, to take this fellow human as an alien creature who we could share no connection with. I came to the conclusion that dissimilarity scares us- the creatures of conformity. We very easily discard those who don't conform to our idea of normalcy. These preconceived notions make people tag non-neurotypical individuals as mentally deranged r dumb. This bubbling cauldron of emotions triggered me to work towards the acceptance of non-neurotypical individuals so that some day the need to ask the question that my friend had does not arise.
