Melusine-Designs

I've been doing research for my indie book. Wish me luck everyone. Its called The Tales of No One. Its got both sci fi and fantasy elements to it. I am going to try and market it basically for free, you heard that right for free. The audience may not be for you because its got some really wide and arcing story lines and themes buts that ok. Its my labor of love. I am seeing if I can get picked up by search engines etc using free publicity. I've actually don allot of research for this but I know it my be hard to find an audience, that's ok for me too because I knew that going in. I want you guys to find it and treat it like its a private pleasure. Sigh I've been really blogged down with search engine stuff and I hadn't been feeling my inner muse because of it. Can anyone else relate?
here are the tags for the internet:

      TheTalesofNoOne

       Melusine Designs

the wix site:
 The Tales of No One: No One Cares
thetalesofnoone.wixsite.com/no…

Decided why not. Write a book about my weird fantasy life. The book is about No One, a huldra who finds out who and what she is over the course of the series. It also includes reptiles, dinosaurs, and a bunch of stuff. Hey some people's world building is different than others.

Still recovering from my misadventures and starting to work again though it will be a few months before I am back on my feet. I am thanking everyone for their support.

So got my ID stolen and through a series of unfortunate events ended up in a psych ward while my doppelganger is out and about. Finally getting to read my internment papers papers and one of them says I was running around with tin foil wrapped around my headband. Sad thing is I don't even wear a head band. So I lost everything and I've been rebuilding. I've done nothing but meet all sorts of interesting artists so I can't say its been all bad but loosing the job I loved has been rough. Thanks for everyone's support.

Lol and behold I got my ID stolen a year ago, reported it and forgot about it. Imagine my surprise when cops show up at my doorstop and escort me out of my apartment. I think they've got the wrong person. I loose my job, my work, and met an entire new cast of people. Its surreal, and I'm doped up on legal drugs. Nightmare reality sorting it out, stressed out wow can anyone relate but me?