Use the “Official Page” on the left and select “Local Business” and enter a
“Page Name”, (the name of your business.)
Check the “I’m the official representative …” check box and click “Create Official Page”

That’s it. You now have a business Facebook page. Upload your company logo
or other small graphic for the upper left corner of the page. It’s best to use a relatively
square shaped version of your graphic/logo or at least crop it to give extra space
around the logo so that the graphic is approximately square.

On the left hand side you can click “Suggest to Friends” and click on the Friends
(list of friends from your personal account) that you’d like Facebook to send an
automatic message to that invites them to become a “Fan” of your business page.

You can add a link on the web site of your business to this Facebook business page
inviting visitors to “Follow You on Facebook”. The URL for the link should be the URL
you see on the address line at the top of your browser with slight modifications. For
example…
After you obtain 25 or more “Fans” you can customize your URL by going to…
user name

This page also allows you to select a name for your personal Facebook page. Be careful.
Once you choose a name you can’t go back. Make sure you are selecting the name for
one of your “page”.

More information about Facebook business pages in general can be found at
pages

Let me know if you have any additional questions.

The Create a Book feature from Wikipedia enables a user to build a custom book from the articles chosen from their search on Wikipedia and other wiki sites that are supported by PediaPress’ book creator feature. Illustrations and photos from the articles are included also. Upon the completion of content collection, the user creates a book title, adds an editor name and selects a cover photo from a group of images and photos associated with the content selected. A 30-page preview is provided to the user for review. The user purchases the book online from the pediapress.com web site, and book files are then uploaded for manufacturing. Printed books are then shipped to you from the closest of the networked print facilities.
View demonstration video here

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Sources from which your book content can be drawn:
wikipedia.org
wikibooks.org
wikisource.org
wikieducator.org

I am at heart a writer. At times, this has seemed like a hooker referring to herself as a public relations expert.

I have never not written, since the age of about 5 when I learned I could preserve a thought by making marks on a piece of paper. My mother was a writer, as was my father. They were also academics – English professors to be exact – and he went on to be president of a university in Indianapolis. She left her formal teaching career, and continued to pour her creative skills into public speaking and writing. She put into words whatever was necessary – history, comedy, obituary text – it didn’t matter. She typed like a demon, and I knew not to bother her until the typewriter went “ding.”

Some time ago, I was asked to write about my mother, and how she shaped my life. I don’t know how to convey how complex she was, how talented and valiant. She had a killing sense of humor, and she seemed fearless. It wouldn’t be until much later that she would whisper to me, “I almost wet my pants.”

She is the one who taught me how to roll the car out of the driveway and down the hill so Dad wouldn’t hear us leave the house. We’d wait until he went to sleep, and then we were out of there. It was the adventure of the escape that we enjoyed. There wasn’t much open in Indianapolis after 10:00, so we’d usually stroll around a drugstore that was open late, or get a Pepsi at the drive-in before we’d sneak back in.

My parents experienced a depression, several wars, recessions, and countless deaths and disasters. The one constant in our lives was writing. My mother said, “You can always find something to do with it.”

However, my first choice as a career was not writing. I wanted to be a musician – a cellist. I studied for years, and was an okay cellist. A series of ear infections and hearing loss ended any serious thoughts I had about pursuing the life of a chamber musician. When I sold my cello, my mother said, “Well, now what?”

The most empowering thing she ever did for me was let me use her typewriter. When I was in first grade, I pushed a stool up to the typing table so I could see. Eventually, she bought me my own machine, and when I went off to college, I got an electric typewriter. I used it until David bought our personal computer in about 1981 or 1982 for the princely sum of $5,000. We were newlyweds, and I almost had a heart attack. The little gray plastic box changed my life.

Speaking of David – he and I have worked together for about 33 years. We became acquainted on the job at a music publishing company. As an editor and copywriter, I was much farther down the food chain than he was.  I wrote a lot of liner notes for albums and cassettes, and he was the production manager, then the general manager, and finally the executive vice president. Early in our marriage, I decided to pursue a career as an independent, and I worked for a stable of independent graphic designers, and for several ad agencies. When David decided to hang out his shingle as a publisher, I tabled my plans to begin teaching second grade and we established Serey Jones.

Serey Jones was formally incorporated in early 1992, and we have worked from referrals ever since. We have never advertised, and we have never tried to expand beyond our little studio. We thought about it once a long time ago, and decided that we wanted to remain small so we could personalize everything we do. David is a friend of technology, and I remain the words person. A writer should be paired with somebody who doesn’t narrate every nuance of daily life, which I most certainly do in my own head. David is almost entirely visual, and unless you say, “Read this” to him, type consists of shapes – not words. I am the polar opposite – which is why we have been able to work in very close quarters for decades without killing each other.

I used to write for the sheer joy of it. Now I write because it is what I do. It is far too late in life to join the rodeo, become a surgeon, or pick up the cello again. Yet, there is still joy in it. Occasionally, there is even a bit of income as a result.

When the grass is somewhat long, or there are deep shadows on the lawn, the hunting is somewhat precarious. David commented today, “This is sort of like proofreading.”

The comparison is a good one. There are many days that I wade into the shadows to try to retrieve that which could spoil an otherwise pleasant stroll. Note that we seldom rely on one pair of eyes to complete the task. It’s always good to have back-up in the back yard.