You will not find a more powerful, robust and refined method for creating a Kindle ebook than Kindlegen. That being said, there are authors (including me) who’ve found the path to Kindlegen just a bit forbidding, where the prevailing myth has been…better leave this one to the pros. Though, once you get analytic about the topic of Kindlegen and start asking questions, set about finding answers, the forboding nature of the quest begins to fade like a mist exposed to warm sunlight.
Yes, Kindlegen is lacking a GUI (but there is a good workaround); yes, Kindlegen accepts only a single file as input (the OPF…but oh, what a file!); and yes, there is a mysterious second table of contents (but constructing it just seems truly…Logical).
The payoff is so great for those seeking a high level of control over their Kindle presen- tation and its structural integrity, that not to apply the Kindlegen method would appear to be folly. And yes, everything you are now seeing on your Kindle screen is being presented to you courtesy of Kindlegen!
Set along the outskirts of reality . . . In the story Where is Everybody?, a waitress spoofs a krazy-kat quantum metaphor thus enticing a young physicist to join her for some gallery hopping. In The Mystery of Haven we follow an artist choosing to cool-out there during a brief unstable time for the town and then finds herself unwilling to leave.
Or could be a time-tripping girl on holiday in 1963 London trying to control her impulses, or a self-described high school misfit taken under the wing of a Chimera, or someone who believes The Modo his path into the heart of his inamorata, or maybe a hapless young man turning to an unreliable source for help with a problem . . . and while the circumstances in them all may appear strange, at times bizarre, the stories' revealing lens is adjusted realism.
My name is Isabela Instanté and . . . Oh naïve future chrononauts—grab your Temporal Transit Manuals and prepare to levitate!
Isabela receives a family heirloom from her mother Claire for her 17th birthday: a Chronos, the time-travel device invented by a future-dwelling father she's never met. In her search for Roger Instanté, she finds an America beset by currency revaluations, subversive nests, and with freedoms & property rights at stake. From his penthouse atop the Alcatraz Casino, Roger enlists Isabela in his plans to rejigger this reality—crashing the Time Barrier, a kidnapping in antiquity, transporting emigrants from a desperate future who must then cope with their defiant younger selves . . .
Before it's over, Isabela's quest will have expanded to include the entire world and her antagonist may turn out to be nothing less than Time itself.
No one would believe where she came from . . . Following her debut in Time’s Deceit, chrononaut Isabela Instanté goes on holiday in London 1963 and can’t resist making a few small adjustments, nothing you’d call world altering—only renaming the singer Mick Jagger, writing a song with the virtuoso Brian Jones, conspiring to save a life on the line at the risk of another’s black-eye . . .
What's a developer to do when a tribe of protected voles is squatting on his prime view-parcel and claiming adverse possession? If the developer is Malum Pistern, the answer is plenty. But these aren't ordinary voles, and Malum has a slew of other problems including his wife-slash-benefactress, a father-in-law who wants to have him horsewhipped (and that's the least of it), an ambitious mayor needing campaign cash, a lawyer who acquires one bad case of morality, and a local opposition that may do whatever it takes to stop him.
There's loads of sex, weird and otherwise, courtroom hilarity you'll never find in Grisham, songs, poems, a brash female marijuana plant (that quotes Blake), a send-up of politicos, the legal industry, innovation & progress, medical examiners, hydrologists, judges, more lawyers, Malum's genealogy, Cognitive Dissonance Theory, late night talk-show hosts, the household of three, performance art, Black Ops . . . and maximally more in this darkly wacky novel that never stops pushing beyond the bounds of good taste in search of a good laugh and a way to prevent a maniacal developer from destroying all diversity and beauty.