Thursday 10 March 2022

How to get started as an indie author, as told by award winning author Sarah Jane Butfield





Have you ever thought about becoming an indie author, self-publishing, and how to get started? 

If so, then these self-help authors' guides which are based on award-winning independent author Sarah Jane Butfield's personal experiences will help to get you started.


The What, Why, Where, When, Who & How

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What reviewers have to say:


Book 1 The Accidental Author: Free to read!


"It's like we are having a valuable conversation with a friend who knows what she's talking about, rather than being instructed from on high."
"I think Ms. Butfield can add mentor, inspirational speaker, cheerleader and eternal optimist to her lists of credentials. As I devoured the words of this book, I felt a kinship to the author on a personal and professional level. With a kind and open heart she shares the gold nuggets of her wisdom and experience."


Book 2 The Amateur Authorpreneur:


"In this guide to the What, Why, When, Where, Who and How of self-publishing, Sarah Jane Butfield really gets down to the nitty-gritty. She begins with a general, and very useful outline of the needs of a new writer trying to promote their book, and then she goes on to the first few items on her list and examines each of them in detail, especially Twitter, Facebook, and blogs. I have been a published writer for several years now and have read a good many books and blog posts about promoting books, but none of them have covered so much ground so clearly as this one."
"Sarah Jane is a very talented writer and I now have all the books that she has written so far. This book gives you a boost and makes you think outside the box. An amazing book and well worth a read."


Book 3 The Intermediate Authorpreneur:


ARC Readers said:
"This guide is just what I needed to set my goals for the future"
"I am awe of what an indie author has to know and do on a daily basis, as a reader I applaud you all."
"A valuable guide and essential reading for all new authors or those that need to refocus their social media presence."
"The evidence-based graphs and statistics were a nice, reassuring touch. Sarah definitely keeps it real."

Let's find out a little more about indie author Sarah Jane Butfield


Sarah Jane Butfield was born in Ipswich and raised in rural Suffolk, UK. Sarah Jane is a mother, grandmother, Registered General Nurse and internationally published, award-winning independent author. Married three times with four children, three stepchildren, four grandchildren, and two playful Australian Cattle dogs she is an experienced modern-day mum to her 'Brady Bunch', and she loves every minute of their convoluted lives. Known as the 'roving Florence Nightingale,' Sarah Jane has had a successful career as a nurse and utilised her nursing qualifications and experience to take her across the world in the pursuits of her dreams. 


She is the successful author of a travel memoir series set in Australia and France. 


Glass Half Full: Our Australian Adventure, 

Two dogs and a suitcase: Clueless in Charente  

Our Frugal Summer in Charente 

This series s regularly found high in the Amazon rankings. 

Categories include Parenting, Grief, Christian faith, Step-parenting, Travel, Cooking, Gardening, and France. 

In addition, Sarah Jane has also written the first three books in a series of self-help literature for aspiring and new self-published authors.



Sarah Jane's nursing memoirs aptly titled, The Nomadic Nurse Series, consisting of Ooh Matron! and Bedpans to Boardrooms have won 3 book industry awards and have attracted 5-star reviews from the publishing industry and readers around the world. 

Sarah Jane loves to interact with her readers so feel free to connect on social media:

Twitter @SarahJanewrites 

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Tuesday 15 February 2022

Making the magic happen by Sarah Jane Butfield

 


Author and Freelance blogger
Sarah Jane is 
Making the magic happen


Hello and welcome to news of my latest challenge to improve my motivation, it's the #the100dayproject



Take a look at how I am going to achieve my writing goals with 100 days of accountability. #the100dayproject is not just for writers, this can be applied to small changes you want to make in your life or health and well-being.
Make a 100-day commitment to do or change something and let's check in on each other to provide support and encouragement.
Drop a comment below to say what you are changing or doing differently for 100 days and if you have a link to a page, Instagram Facebook or Twitter feel free to pop it in the comments!

Congratulations

Lindsay Jean Thomson for the idea related to global art that inspired me.
I am sure we can make this bigger by applying it to lifestyle, business, health, etc 😍







My 100-day project is to write every day, a minimum of 100 words (my personal aim is 1000 words) for my blogs or current work in progress, which is book 3 in The Nomadic Nurse Series




If you would like to join me and share your progress comment below so that I can follow you and your progress and share it on social media for you.



You can subscribe to #The100DayProject athttps://the100dayproject.substack.com/?utm_medium=web...


Day one for me was yesterday and 564 words were added to my work in progress plus a couple of social media posts.


Good luck everyone... Let's do this!


Thanks for reading and take care,


Sarah Jane

Tuesday 12 March 2019

There's no place like New Orleans to have a good crime! #Cozymystery #giveaway #kindledeals #IARTG @mooney_colleen @rukiapublishing

'No good deed goes unpunished as they say.'

In Brandy Alexander's case, no good deed goes without finding a body and a crime to solve. After work she joins her friend, Whit, to celebrate his Judge of the Year nomination. When she goes to return his jacket he left in the bar she finds herself smack in the middle of a crime scene. The doors to his home and security gates are wide open, his dog is nowhere to be found, the safe is empty, an ex-wife is standing at the top of the stairs and the Judge is face down in a pool of blood.

The problems only get bigger. The list of gang members the judge sentenced is longer than the line waiting for king cakes at Mardi Gras. 

Besides a list of felons with a long reach for revenge, the police find the Judge had a list of ex-wives, girlfriends and women he had wronged, not to mention enough gambling debts to rival the National deficit. 

Brandy is front and center at the crime scene when her ex boyfriend, NOPD Captain Dante Deedler, shows up. Will they reconcile their differences when she finds information regarding the case? Will Dante be willing to set aside differences and let her help the police in the investigation? 

New Orleans has long had a reputation for crime and corruption. Has Brandy stumbled into a world where doing a good deed might get her good and dead?

There's no place like New Orleans to have a good crime!

Chapter One  
Lancey’s restaurant and bar is one that many in the neighborhood couldn’t afford to frequent. This was not the place to celebrate anything ordinary.  Lancey’s hosted an influential crowd whose New Orleanian blood ran the shade of blue specific to the privileged class.  
The clientele was the political elite of the city.  Mirrors on the dining room walls allowed patrons to discreetly watch and observe every person at every table.  A former mayor eating with several council members was a regular.  Their caricatures appeared on the walls over the mirrors along with the famous and infamous New Orleans had to offer. Some were leaders in the community, while others’ malfeasance left them waiting for indictments or verdicts to be rendered. 
Frances Whitmer, I’ve known since grade school, now a Judge, made no secret about wanting his caricature on Lancey’s wall. He used or abused anyone he thought could help make it happen. After the local news rag published their Annual Best of New Orleans list with Whit as Judge of the Year, he was sure his face would soon look down into the room. It was the reason for today’s celebration. 
My name is Brandy Alexander, and no, it’s not a stage name nor am I an exotic dancer or stripper on Bourbon Street.  I work in an unglamorous fraud detection unit at a major telecom firm in downtown New Orleans.  My gift, or claim to fame, is I can find discrepancies in patterns—from numbers to just about everything.  
The traffic from my office on Poydras to Lancey’s uptown took only twenty minutes via Tchoupitoulas Street, a direct route along the river with very few signal lights. Jiff Heinkel, a criminal attorney and the man I am now dating, is also a friend of Whit’s, and waiting for me to join him in the bar. 
 The bar area was packed with those considered the inner circle and long-standing friends of Whit who worked to get him elected just two short years ago. At thirty-five he already had made a name for himself as a brilliant trial lawyer for the prosecution.  But he wanted the power and prestige only sitting on the bench would give him.  He’d run for Judge in New Orleans Parish Criminal Court and won.  
Whit sat at the bar holding court with his campaign manager and Jiff. When Jiff saw me, he motioned to the bartender and a drink was waiting for me by the time I squeezed my way past those vying for an audience with his honor. As I kissed Jiff hello, I felt a tug on my shoulder-length blonde hair from Whit trying to get my attention. 
“Well, if it isn’t Miss Brandy Alexander,” Whit’s said in his normal voice, which could be heard over jackhammers busting up concrete. He was at least a foot talker than almost everyone, except NBA players, which helped his booming voice to travel, a fact he was oblivious to.  My dad once described Whit’s six feet seven height as a long drink of water.  “If you’re ever gonna give me a kiss on the lips, this is the day to do it,” his voice bellowed over the din in the bar while his eyes darted over the crowd taking in those arriving, leaving or just watching, “I’m really popular today.”
“Never gonna happen,” I said kissing Jiff hello.  I nodded to Whit’s campaign manager, Justine—soon to be wife number four. She had a perpetual stoic expression on her face that never showed a hint of emotion. Could it be Whit’s attraction to Justine had to do with her name? It wouldn’t surprise me since he named his dog, Justice.
“Get over here, we’re saving a seat just for you, baby. That alone deserves a kiss,” he boomed over me until I gave him a peck on the cheek in greeting. 
Justine was the love interest du jour.  She started as his campaign manager, and was now his law clerk. Her job was to get him to meetings on time, home after celebrating, like tonight, or after the endless political dinner parties on his agenda.  I imagined her driving skills were not the only thing Whit appreciated about her.  She was Chinese, smart and twenty something.  Add a facial expression that made it impossible to know what she was thinking, plus she was tall, brunette and wore expensive clothes that showed off her dynamite figure.  Tonight she was wearing a body hugging sheath in a nude color which made her appear, well…nude. While Justine and I are the same height, 5’9”, I’m blonde and have what many call a great figure, men didn’t walk into walls looking over their shoulder at me, like they did staring at Justine’s exotic beauty.  
Justine decided it was time to go. As she ushered Whit by the elbow to the door, he boomed, “Don’t stay out late, all of you. Monday is a school night.  There’s a long week ahead of us.” 
 He glad-handed all his pals who showed up to celebrate with him on the way out. I spotted August Randolph and Pierre LeBlanc, two of Whit’ golfing buddies with serious looks on their faces as Whit shook their hands. They both left moments after Whit and Justine.
There were quite a few friends and colleagues who only showed up to stay in his good graces. Whit had a big mouth and would broadcast anything he thought would make someone feel uncomfortable under the guise of a joke. Many did not find him amusing. 
Jiff and I finished our drinks and started to leave when I noticed Whit’s jacket on the back of my chair. I picked it up and checked the pockets to make sure he didn’t leave his wallet or keys in one. All I found was a cellophane wrapped praline in a side pocket. It was from his run for office and said ‘Whitmer for Judge’ on the wrapper.
“I’ll drop it off to him,” I said to Jiff as we made out way out the door. “It’s on my way home.”  Jiff put his arm around my shoulders and even with four inch heels, he was still three inches taller than I was. 
“Brandy, it’ll take you an hour,” Jiff said rolling his eyes. “Getting past the security gate and in the front door adds fifteen minutes to your stop.  Gracefully avoiding an invitation to have yet another celebratory drink, will require a couple of white lies and a lot more time.”  He kissed me good night and added, “Try not to get sucked in. I’ll call you later.”  

I waited in the driveway for the gates to open after I punched in the security code of Whit’s home. It was the same code he’d used since high school—007.  I was about to call his cell when I noticed the front door was ajar by several inches. Something was off. If nothing else, Whit’s dog, Justice should be running around barking in the yard.  Then I saw the iron gate had not automatically closed and locked by the security system.  When I got to the massive leaded glass front door I pushed it open with the back of my hand far enough to step inside. The security panel was not blinking nor was the system displaying the green on light. It appeared to be disarmed. 
The feeling I was being watched made me look up to the top of the stairs. There was Suzette, the Judge’s second and third ex-wife—Whit married her, divorced her, remarried her, then re-divorced her.  She was standing with her hands on her hips staring down at me. 
“Suzette, what are you doing here? You scared me half to death,” I said and put a hand on by chest. The staircase in the grand center hallway started at the end of the first two room and the landing set it back two more rooms overlooking the beveled glass front doors and marble foyer.
“I could ask you da same thing,” she said in her unmistakable y’at accent. 
“I stopped by to drop off Whit’s jacket. He left it at the restaurant,” I said and held up my arm with the jacket draped over it by way of proof. “When I got here both the gate and front door were open and the security system isn’t on.” I said. “Did you disarm it?” 
“The alarm was already off. I came in da kitchen and went up da back stairs,” Suzette said. “He was probably drunk when he got home and forgot to lock up when he left to take Justice for a walk.” 
“Whit’s not here?” I asked and noticed the doors to his study just off the foyer were closed.  That’s odd, I thought.  I’ve never seen that door closed in all the years I’ve been coming to this house. 
“His office door is closed,” I said.  “Don’t you think that’s odd?”  
“Whit is odd.,” she said.  “I’m here for my son’s tuition money he’s supposed to have sent me a week ago.  Whit is always late sending it to me. I want to get it and leave before he gets back.” Suzette had a fiery temper and once she was revved up, she was hard to throttle down.   
“Was Justice here?” I asked.  “Did you see or hear him when you came in the back?” I asked wondering if Justice ran out the front door and gate. 
“Some watchdog.  You’d think he’d at least bark at me.  Dat dog never liked me,” she said turning to go to one of the upstairs rooms.
“Wait,” I said a little too loudly, but it made Suzette stop.   
“Whit is probably stumbling around da neighborhood taking his precious Justice for a stroll,” she snarled.  
“So, you haven’t seen Whit or Justice?” I asked. I had a cold feeling crawling up my back.  Whit never left the alarm off when he wasn’t home. All of us knew the code and just let ourselves in if he was expecting us. He only turned it off if he was home and let someone in.
“How many times I gotta tell you dat?” she snapped and puffed out a breath. 
Suzette stood at the top of the stairs while I opened the massive office doors that were normally left pocketed into the wall on either side.  
“Whit!” I gasped when I saw him on the floor in a pool of blood. I didn’t need to touch him to know he was dead.

~End Sample~
The New Orleans Go-Cup Chronicles Six Book Series is available on Kindle!

Colleen Mooney is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal Best Selling Author. 



Born and raised in New Orleans. she started going to parades and watched them from sitting on my Dad's shoulders before she could walk. She's been in Girl Scout parades, high school parades, St. Patrick's parades, Mardi Gras parades, on dance teams in parades and just about any loosely organized group who deemed it necessary to parade. Colleen says, "I just can't help myself. I love parades."


She attended Loyola of the South in New Orleans so she wouldn't be far from a parade.

Colleen spent 20+ years working for and retired from AT&T. She has worked and lived in New York City, Madison, New Jersey, Atlanta, Georgia and Birmingham, Alabama returning home for the big parade every year--Mardi Gras. 
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Colleen says, "Before Katrina, I moved away and back three times, four if you count rebuilding the same house at the same address after Katrina flooded my home. I did miss a couple of parades that year.

I'm an avid sailor and Scuba diver for many years, and made lasting friendships from sailing and dive trips. I love travel and if the opportunity presents itself, I'm there. Except for a brief stint where I had to own and learn how to ride a motorcycle, I've been a water baby. When I am not enjoying fun with friends in all New Orleans has to offer- sailing and racing with friends on Lake Pontchartrain, Mardi Gras, parties and festivals- I head to Florida. 

I am an ardent animal lover and direct volunteer breed rescue work as Schnauzer Rescue of Louisiana. I love to write and I write about what I know and love! You can take the girl out of New Orleans, but you can't take the New Orleans out of the girl!"

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Wednesday 23 January 2019

Underestimate the Captain at your own peril! #Mustread #historical #fiction #NewRelease #RPBP


Destiny's Gold (Captain Jane Thorn Book 1)
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Historical, Nautical Fiction
ASIN: B07K27Q7F9
244 Pages
SisterShip Press Pty Ltd
November 23, 2018
It is 1820 and a young, female sea captain sets sail aboard the schooner Destiny bound for the sugar plantations of Cuba and then on to the Baltic for iron. Political intrigue and mystery dog the voyage, and those who underestimate the captain's skill and business acumen do so at their peril.

This is historical, nautical fiction with a fresh new take. Destiny’s Gold author Pamela Grimm has created an indomitable female character and a storyline that keeps you guessing. Pamela combines her love of maritime history with experience as a commercial and recreational captain to bring to life the golden age of merchant sailing ships in the person of Captain Jane Thorn and her loyal crew.

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FROM THE AUTHOR:
When I sit down to write a story, the characters are as real to me as if they are people I know. Perhaps more than any others, Captain Jane has always lived in my head as a fully-formed person in three dimensions. I know her so well, I always think I know exactly what she will say or do. It’s always fun when she surprises me, though! When I wanted to do the first version of the book cover, I went looking for an artist who could take what was in my head and bring Jane to life on a digital canvas.
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Friday 18 January 2019

A LOVE AFFAIR with a beautiful old building... A Bestselling Memoir New Release by John Searancke RT @JohnSearancke #KindleDeal #RPBP #ASMSG

 A LOVE AFFAIR WITH AN OLD BUILDING...
The Reluctant Hotelkeeper 

by 

bestselling author John Searancke
ISBN: 978-1789017571
ASIN: B07LB7WLZM
Published: December 2018
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A rescue mission originally thought of as lasting for a year or two turned into a 35 year lifetime love affair with a beautiful old building.

There were to be battles royal with neighbours not wanting their status quo to be altered, and with the local fire authority who sought to impose draconian new safety measures.

John Searancke came to the role of hotelkeeper almost accidentally, and most definitely with much reluctance. After his parents' marriage fell apart, he was dragooned in, at the age of 22, to pick up the pieces of their new venture, a barely-trading country house hotel that had, frankly, seen better days. Not only was it posting an annual loss, but the fabric of the building was crumbling and there was no money left to make improvements.

Over the years, and with the steepest of learning curves, the grand old building was renovated and transformed to meet the requirements of the modern discerning traveller. Accolades for the hotel and its restaurant were won; together they became a well-regarded destination for a number of celebrities - and those that deemed themselves to be celebrities but were not. Stories abound featuring idiosyncratic guests, overbearing public bodies, fractured family life and animals of all shapes and sizes. The local fire station next door was demolished one foggy night, people were frightened by flying dogs and snakes in the long grass, and there were, as befits a country house, strange goings on in the night. Many were the guests who checked in who really should not have been seen together.

This is a tribute to all the people behind the scenes who helped to make the hard-won transformation into a great success.
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Meanwhile, for my part, I recalled the tale of how one morning, on the way to the new kitchen, and walking through what remained of the old original hotel kitchen, I thought that I had been transported into another lifetime, a cross between Dante’s Inferno and a Victorian Christmas. I had stopped dead in my tracks.

There at the far end of the room was an unrecognisable person covered almost entirely in feathers. Any feathers not attached to that person were swilling around the room like a cloud, all but obscuring the far doorway, before landing softly to form a light covering on the floor tiles, much as I imagine the interior of a duvet to be.

On closer inspection, the mystery person turned out to be my mother! What had got into her mind I do not know, but she had, unbeknownst to anyone else, decided that her contribution to that particular Christmas was going to be the plucking of all of the pheasants that had just been delivered. Swooping on the box of birds and snatching them away from the hapless potboy, she maneuvered herself into a spare space, which happened to be adjacent to the top of a chest freezer. Clearly, tidiness was not going to be her watchword during this process. Feathers were pulled out, legs and heads were chopped off with gay abandon, and finally, the right hand was plunged into the bloody interior, emerging clutching a large handful of intestines, slimy heaps of which adorned the top of the freezer. Cleaning up after her was a bit of a trial, but I was glad that she had made the effort. I suppose that she could identify that with long bygone times and tasks that she had undertaken all those years ago.
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Wednesday 21 November 2018

ATTENTION READERS! New Release available for $1 at all online bookstores! Play The Game by Karen J. Mossman RT @KarenJMoss #Readers #ebooks #IARTG

Play the Game: An Electric Eclectic Book
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Karen J. Mossman
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Social Issues/Family Life
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"Loved this.

Once again Karen J Mossman spins an exciting and well-told story, this time her tale is woven into the high life of football, not the American one, but real British football.

This is a love/hate/love story where two hearts from different worlds collide, I'll say no more, you'll have to read the book yourself to find out what happens.

This story is one of the amazing Electric Eclectic books, shorter works designed to introduce readers to authors narration and style. I am certain, once you have read Play the Game, you will want to seek out Karen's prime books too.
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Sometimes when your self esteem is low, it takes a special someone to build it up again.

Coping with a past tragedy, Stella lives on hope in the present. She plays the game and hopes that one day her dad will get well and return to the father he once was and could be again.

Wandering the streets at night, she knows it can be dangerous and yet Stella cannot stop.

Kelly sees Stella is lost and can tell she's keeping something from him. He doesn’t want to scare her by telling her who he really is.

Shame is something hard to hide as Stella tells her own story. 

Can Kelly save Stella, and will she finally reveal the truth? Then in one final twist, their fate will finally be sealed?

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Down by the arches, underneath the fly over I handed out sandwiches. “Here you are, here you go,” I repeated to bundles of blankets.

“Thanks,” muffled replies responded. 

The noise of traffic from above didn’t matter to those sleeping rough. As I held my hand out with another, ‘Here you go,’ an arm shot out and a hand locked around my wrist. I squealed and tried to pull back but the grip was firm. 

A shadowy figure rose in front of me.

“Hello little girl,” said a voice as I tried to wrench my arm back again. He was wearing a tatty black woolen coat with sleeves that were too short revealing grimy hands. His hair was thick and matted, sticking up like a perm gone wrong. His beard was also matted and his wild eyes told me he was on something. I gasped, my heart racing, my mouth suddenly dry.

“I eat little girls,” he said stepping out of the darkness as I stepped backwards.

“Let go, please let go,” I whimpered, knowing he wasn’t going to.

“Come with me, little precious.” He pulled me to the black shadows of an old building.

“No, please. Stop! Let go! Let go!” My pleading fell on deaf ears.

Out of the darkness came a voice. “Let her go.”

Pivoting round, my captor growled, “Says who?” 

“Let her go,” the voice said again.

There was a movement, and another voice joined him. “Leave her alone, we said.”

“Oh yeah, two of you now. Wanna take me on, do you?” The man’s eyes lit up. “I’m up for a good fight.”

Looking round wildly, I couldn’t see anything. I was so terrified, I sobbed.
I clutched my red shoulder bag and glanced down at my matching shoes. I felt good in my outfit. With this handsome guy by my side, what could go wrong? 

The minute the door opened, I knew I’d made a mistake. The other women were all casually dressed. Tailored jeans and cut off pants with smart casual shoes. 

Kelly did the introductions, and I shook hands with them all. I knew they were judging me, I could see it in their eyes; this stupid overly dressed girl 

Their dazzling false smiles told me they’d had their teeth done. A row of false eyelashes, molded brows, and painted nails stood in front of me with blouses and tops that were made of silk and cashmere. My stomach dropped.
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About The Author
Karen J Mossman lives on the lovely Isle of Anglesey just off the north Wales coast. “We have everything here, beautiful beaches, mountain views and stunning countryside.” Not bad for a girl brought up in the city. “The simple pleasures of walking my dogs in so many nice places has many health benefits. Being retired means that I can indulge in all the things I enjoy doing, including writing books.”

This is Karen’s 14th book, and part of the Electric Eclectic brand of books, novelettes aimed at introducing readers to new authors. They are also ideal for those who love to read but don’t have a lot of time. Besides her five Electric Eclectic books, Karen also has The Decade Series, four books set in the 70s, 80s, 90s and 00s. The Themed Collection is three books and finally Just Stories has two.

Karen has been married for almost 40 years and has two children and three grandchildren.

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