No One’s Hero – Episode 1: Sleeping Through Life

As promised, here it the first installment of my anime-inspired series. The title is a work-in-progress, so don’t be surprised if I change it later. (I don’t know about other people, but I find coming up with titles hard; they’re often something I don’t choose until late in the writing process.)

On paper, Shiori Hideki was halfway to being nineteen years old. In reality, however, he wasn’t halfway to being a man. And some secret part of him knew it—and he resented himself for it.

A knock on his bedroom door woke him up. His room was in perpetual twilight thanks to room-darkening shades, but a narrow slit of light peeking around the edges indicated that it was sometime during daylight hours.

“Shiori, are you awake?” his mother asked.

“I am now, Ma,” he called back, not ashamed to let his irritation show in his voice. He tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his fist, then he glanced at the clock beside his bed.


Fucking hell. He had only gone to bed 3 hours before.

“Shiori, I need you to take your brother to school. I have to go in early.”

He groaned. “Ma,” he said, with a plaintive whine, “I haven’t had much sleep. What did I tell you about needing to give me some advance notice?”

The door to his room was suddenly thrown open—at least as much as it could open, that is. A pile of dirty clothes behind it prevented it from opening more than halfway.

“Ma!” he cried out, jerking the covers up; he was wearing nothing but a pair of silk boxers. “Let me know you’re coming in! Geez! I could have been naked, you know.”

His mother ignored him, instead pressing her lips together in that way that mean an Asian mom lecture was about to be forthcoming. “I could have told you about this if you had come home before midnight. What were you doing out so late? Not working, I know,” she added with condescension.

“I was hanging with some friends.”

“You need to start hanging around school or hanging around a place of employment. What are you doing with your life, Shiori?”

He ran his hand over his hair; it was stiff from the gel he had put in it the day before and hadn’t bothered to wash out. His mother had given him the same line it felt like nearly every day since he had flunked out of the first semester of his freshman year of college.

“I’m . . . trying to figure out what I want to do,” he replied.

“You’re not going to figure it out lying in bed all day or staying out all night partying with your friends.”

“We weren’t partying,” he said petulantly. “We were just playing some games at Matt’s house.”

“Same thing—same waste of time,” she said with disgust.

“Ma, you don’t know what it’s like,” he said, his whine shifting into higher gear. “Things are different now—harder. There’s all this pressure to do everything, to have a perfect job and a perfect life, but you can’t actually get a job, or it doesn’t pay much, and then you can’t even live on your own, much less own your own house—”

“You’re not living on your own now!”

“Yeah, and a crappy job isn’t going to change that.”

“But at least you’ll be earning some money. And you’ll be getting experience.”

“Minimum wage jobs are a waste of time. I could make more money gaming on YouTube.”

“Are you doing that?”

“No. I don’t have the equipment I need.”

“You talk to your friends through the computer all the time. You can’t record that or something?”

He rolled his eyes. “That’s not the same thing, Ma. I need a good camera and a really good microphone and editing software and some acoustic board to soundproof my room so it doesn’t echo . . . None of that stuff is cheap.”

“People put videos up all the time that they make from their phones. Why can’t you do that?”

“Because it looks and sounds like shit. Gamers expect quality—at least if you want to make any money off of it.”

“Then get a job, make some money, buy your equipment, and then game for a living,” she said with a certain amount of finality.

“I’m thinking about going back to school,” he said, trying to deflect from her unassailable reasoning. He had thought about it, but since he didn’t know what he wanted to study, there didn’t seem to be much point in going.

His mother suddenly glanced at her watch. “I don’t have time to argue with you about this; I need to get to work. Take your brother to school and pick him up. And feed him dinner.”

“Pick him up too?!” he asked with indignation.

“Yes,” she said, before practically slamming his door shut. He could hear her high-heeled shoes clacking rather angrily across the hardwood floor and out the door.

Shiori groaned and flopped back on the bed. He beat the back of his head against his pillow a few times for good measure—not unlike a child kicking its feet during a tantrum.

He just couldn’t make his mother understand how hard things were for young people right now. All of his friends were in the same boat. Some were still in college, but some, like him, had flunked or dropped out. All of them felt the same general malaise and lack of direction in their lives. Even the ones in school didn’t know what they wanted to study, either, so they just took 100-level courses because they were easy.

Shiori fell back asleep without intending to—although, seeing how he had only gotten three hours of sleep, it shouldn’t have been surprising. The next thing he knew, Ryu was standing in his doorway, looking at him scornfully. “Are you taking me to school, or what?”

He jerked awake and looked at the clock.


Shit, Ryu was supposed to be at school ten-til-eight. If his teacher told Mom that Ryu was tardy—as she had done in the past—Shiori would get the you’re-the-man-of-the-house-set-a-good-example-for-your-brother lecture.

“Yeah, I’m taking you,” Shiori said, rubbing his face.

“We need to go right now, or I’ll be late.”

“Give me a minute.”

Ryu gave him the same disappointed—and faintly disgusted—look that his mother had so recently given him, then he started to turn away.

“Hey, have you eaten breakfast?” Shiori asked.

“Yeah, mom left me something.”


“She knows you won’t feed me,” he said, shutting the door behind him.

Ouch. That stung.

Shiori hung his head. He knew he ought to be a better big brother. Their father had left them and gone back to Japan before Ryu had turned one, so Shiori really was the man of the house—especially as he was ten years older than his little brother. And he wanted to be a better brother it was just . . . hard. He always seemed to be busy doing his own thing and Ryu was still such a little kid, he only wanted to do little kid stuff, like go to the playground or play soccer or something. Boring stuff.

Shiori sighed heavily, then jumped up and grabbed the first pair of jeans and t-shirt he found on the floor. He stuck his sockless feet into a pair of sneakers and shoved his door open. “Okay, let’s go,” he called out, before noticing his brother standing beside the front door, backpack on, lunchbox in hand, waiting on him.

And he still had that disappointed look on his face.

“You have a stain on your shirt,” Ryu said as Shiori walked past.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s dirty. I’m just taking you to school and coming right back.”

“What are you going to do today?” Ryu asked, as he slid into the passenger seat beside Shiroi. He had only recently gotten big enough to dispense with the booster seat and start riding up front. He was small for his age. For that matter, Shiori was barely of average height and a little on the scrawny side.

“I don’t know,” Shiori replied, starting the car. “Well, go back to bed for starters,” he corrected. “I didn’t go to bed until three this morning.”

“Why were you up so late?”

“I got into a good game.”

Ojisan says playing video games is bad for you. It makes you lazy.”

Their mother’s father was old-school Japanese: work long, hard hours, say little, and bring no shame to the family. It was he who had pressured his daughter into marrying the man who would become Shiori’s father. Even though she had been born and raised in America, he wanted her to marry a Japanese man. To marry anyone else would have been shameful in his eyes.

But he didn’t realize that Japan had changed since he had left and there was a new generation of young men who didn’t have the stoicism of their elders. Or maybe the world had just gotten worse to the point that no one could bear it anymore. Whatever the reason, Shiori’s father had avoided life almost as much as his son. When Shiori’s mother became unexpectedly pregnant with Ryu, the pressure to raise and provide for another child was too much and he had soon fled back to Japan. When Shiori occasionally talked to him, he was still drifting along like seaweed on the tide; he had no permanent job or permanent home or plans for the future.

“Yeah, I know Ojisan thinks I’m lazy,” Shiori said with a sigh.

Ryu gave him a look that said that’s because you are, you lazy bastard, then he turned and looked out the window.

Shirori drove as fast as he dared—cops seemed to be frickin’ everywhere—and got Ryu to school with a couple of minutes to spare.

Ryu jumped out of the car, then looked back in for a moment. “Your hair looks really stupid, you know.” Then he slammed the door shut and took off running down the sidewalk, trying to get into the building before the bell rang.

Shiori looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had a big flat spot on the side of his head frozen into place thanks to the hair gel he never washed out.

Ryu was right: it looked really stupid.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he muttered to himself, before he pulled away from the curb and headed back home.

Putting a Toe Back in the Writing Pond

I’ve been thinking lately about doing some writing. I hate to admit it, but it’s been several years now since I have written anything. I do a lot of reading and writing at work and have to keep my brain really engaged all day, so I’ve found that either my brain is tired at the end of the day and I don’t feel like writing, or I’m afraid that if I get involved in a storyline, it will occupy my brain while I’m at work and need to be applying it to complicated legal matters. (Because when I’m in writing mode, the story is all I ever think about.)

But it’s been 3 months since my husband passed away and I think I’m starting to enter a depression phase. I’m not depressed to the point I can’t get out of bed and go to work—in fact, I prefer to go to work than stay home because I want some social interaction—but I do find myself completely unmotivated to do anything outside what’s necessary for basic survival. So yes to bathing and eating and going to work, but no to cleaning and cooking and gardening. And my house seriously needs some cleaning. Before my trip to Gulf Wars a few weeks ago, my dog found the paper towels I had laid out to pack and she tore them up.

Four rolls of them.

So, yeah, you can imagine what the state of my floors is like. I didn’t have time to clean up the mess while I was in the middle of packing, but I haven’t motivated to clean it up since, either.

I’ve been watching some new anime on Netflix the past few weeks, and whether it’s while reading a book or watching anime, I like getting immersed in another world. And right now, I really feel the need to be in another world for a while.

J. K. Rowling is someone who has obviously experienced the death of someone close to her, because she always describes it so well when Harry experiences a loss. After the death of Sirius, Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself; he doesn’t want to be alone, but neither does he want to be with his friends. It’s Luna he ends up making a connection with when he finds out that she too witnessed the death of someone she loved. Later, during the battle for Hogwarts, Harry goes into the Pensieve because he wanted to be somewhere else—anywhere else—but in his own mind and his own reality.

That’s kind of what I’m feeling now.

So I’ve been thinking about doing some writing. Yeah, I can read a book or watch more anime, but those never last very long—or, at least, long enough. Then I’m left with that disjointed feeling of being back in the real world and sad that the world that I was in is gone, and then I have to try and find something else that will give me another world.

Writing, by the fact that it takes longer to do than reading or watching something, and the fact that I can make something go on for as long as I want, is a world I can get into for longer. So I think I’m going to write something new.

Now, I know some people are going to ask why start something new instead of finishing something I’ve already started? Well, everything I’ve started has a sequel lying in pieces like a stolen car in a chop shop. The idea of going through the editing process to put all of the pieces back together and polish them up and proofread and get ready for publication . . . that’s more than I can handle at the moment. I want to write for fun, but editing is work. Hence why I’m seeking something new. I just want something to take my mind off things for a while. And then, maybe once I feel like I’m back in the groove, I will feel like tackling editing one of my sequels (and also maybe picking up all the paper towel fluff in the floor).

Publishing Print Versus Digital Books

Believe it or not, I’m actually working on my book this weekend! I’m very close to having it done, if I will just grind through the tedious formatting parts.

But the grind has left me wondering if it’s worth the effort of doing both a print version and an ebook.

Pros for Print

  • I like reading a copy in print for editing purposes.
  • There are people who don’t have an ereader or tablet and/or who prefer to read a print copy. (Heck, even I like the feel of a book in my hand.)
  • It looks really impressive when you show it off. Here’s my name in print!
  • You can (theoretically) get some copies put into local bookstores.
  • Is it possible that having a print copy available makes your work look more legitimate? People who are lazy about writing probably don’t go to the trouble of doing up a professional-looking print book.


  • I could print a copy of my book from Word or Scrivener, on regular paper, and it would actually be easier to edit (especially if I do double-spacing).
  • Formatting a print copy takes two or three times as long as it does for the ebook.
  • Making a full cover for the print version takes two or three times as long as it does to make a front cover only for the ebook.
  • So far, I have sold almost no copies of my print book; I think the only people who buy it are my family members and a handful of others.
  • I make about half the profit on the print copy as I do on the ebook, even though the print copy is more than twice the amount of work.
  • If I want to issue a second edition (which I do want to do for Acceptance), I have to make edits separately to the ebook file and the print file, which means, again, twice as much work.
  • I don’t actually sell any of my print copies in local bookstores.

So, from a purely economic standpoint, it doesn’t make sense to continue to release print copies. And now that I have a full time job (with no down time), I have less time to write, edit, and publish. So the more time I spend on formatting, the less time I spend actually creating something new, the longer it takes to get my stuff on the market, etc.

So, unless I see some decent sales with the print copies of The Flames of Prague, I think, going forward, that I’m only going to release in ebook.

For those of you who are also writers, how do you feel print copies stack up versus your ebooks, or have you already made the switch to ebooks only?

Almost Done . . .

final-cover-v3-for-ebookI finally got off my ass and uploaded The Flames of Prague and its cover to CreateSpace. Now I have to wait for their review. If they don’t see any obvious issues (like page numbering or margin issues–both of which I had to wrestle with before I submitted it), then I can order a proof copy.

Fingers crossed that the proof copy will look good. I’ve already had one that was almost perfect, so there wasn’t a lot of tweaking that was needed. If it looks good, the paper copy will go on sale immediately. Meanwhile, I’m going to start the process of stripping all the formatting out to turn it into an ebook.

I hope to have all formats published by next month.

Chasing Nonconformity: A Review

I recently discovered that Michelle Proulx had released the sequel to her first self-published novel, Imminent Danger and How to Fly Straight into It. (It released last year. I confess that not only have I been neglecting my own blog, but I’ve been neglecting fellow writers’ blogs as well.) It just so happens that I re-read Imminent Danger last week, so it was the perfect time to download Chasing Nonconformity and spend my Sunday reading it (instead of cleaning the kitchen).

What you need to know: Young adult science fiction romance series. Firefly-esque. Intended audience: Teen girls up to nerdy adult women. (I.e. Fan girls of all ages.)

First off, I love the title. Titles are surprisingly hard to come up with sometimes. I had the first draft of Acceptance pretty well written before I came up with the title. And I finally decided on the title of the second book just last week (Between Two Worlds). So I appreciate a good title. And “Chasing Nonconformity” can do double duty as the name of a documentary about goth kids, which amuses me.

51yxpaaxbtl0I also have to brag on Michelle’s covers, which are great science fiction covers. I liked the original Imminent Danger cover just fine, but the new cover—and the matching sequel cover—just look super professional. And that’s good, because her books are very professionally done.

There is still a lot of stigma attached to self-published authors; I’ve even heard other self-published authors admitting that they don’t read much self-published stuff. Given some of the crap I’ve seen professional published lately—complete with bad proofreading/typos—people shouldn’t automatically dismiss self-published material.

If you’ve been reluctant to read self-published material, then I recommend you try Michelle’s books because they’re very clean; you will never know that you’re reading something self-published.

I have noticed that a lot of times sequels are sloppy compared to the first book or two. My theory is that an author sweats and labors over their first book for years, and maybe even has part or all of the second written before they finally get their first book published. Then publishers want the subsequent books on schedule. It used to be that there was a year between books, but now it’s about 6 months, on average. Yes, you can technically churn out a book in 6 months, but you can’t do that most crucial step, which is stick it in a drawer for a few months and forget about it. Then you take it out again and start editing. This allows you to look at your book with fresh eyes—more like a reader will see it—and it allows you to say, “You know, that seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I see that it doesn’t work.”

When you’re cranking out a book ever 6 months, you don’t have mellowing time and it shows. (The third installment of The Hunger Games, in my opinion, suffered from “rush to the presses” syndrome, as did the final Twilight book.) The nice thing about being a self-published author is that you can take your time to turn out good material. (If you’re not writing for money—and, at this point, most of us are not—then you should at least turn out something that makes you proud, even if it never makes you rich.) Michelle’s sequel doesn’t disappoint on that account; it is very well-crafted and I didn’t find myself questioning her choices.

Michelle really does science fiction well. I am not a physicist, but I’ve had enough science classes (thank you Philosophy of Star Trek 101) to have a basic grounding in the principles. And so far, I haven’t noticed that she gets anything wrong when it comes to inertia in zero-gravity environments, sound in space, etc. But, even better, she’s really good at inventing aliens and alien worlds and describing them in Technicolor. It’s amazingly hard to invent something out of whole cloth. Mouthless aliens that speak by blinking out musical sounds? Fabulous! And my favorite is Miguri’s mood-hair. You can always tell how he’s feeling based on his hair. Agitated, it spikes up; depressed, it droops.

Michells also does a really great job of having a wide variety of characters and keeping them true to character. Her inept peaceniks are always inept in laughable, loveable ways. Characters with odd or unique speech patterns maintain them throughout. She’s also really good at keeping some characters’ status of good or bad questionable. Varrin was a great anti-hero in the first book because we never knew when he would sell everyone for medical experiments; he, more than the plot, was the source of the suspense. In the second book, Fino’jin becomes the questionable one. In the first book, I liked him like you would like a Klingon, but in the second book, he seems less honor-driven and more revenge-driven. His real moral status is still questionable.

Although only a few days separate the first book from the second book, there is a notable shift in Eris’s character; she seems much more mature. I think this is not because she’s supposed to have grown so much, but rather because Michelle herself has changed over the time it’s taken her to write the sequel. I have noticed this in my own writing, especially when I’m writing characters who are similar to me or are actually based on me. As you personally learn and change, it’s hard (maybe even impossible) to keep your characters from reflecting that. The drawback is that it makes it feel like more time has passed between books than was supposed to have happened. (The best way around it that I’ve found is to move the sequel out just a little bit in time and do a flashback if necessary to fill in the gap. I think that hides some of the change by making it feel like a bigger amount of time has passed.)

But, despite that, I really like the person Eris has become. In the first book, her only weapons were her sarcasm/wit and optimism. Those can both be helpful in a tough situation, but they’re not a substitute for having a good blaster at your side. Which is why Eris spends so much time in the first book getting passed around like a bottle of cheap hooch at a frat party.

Not so in the second book. Maybe Varrin’s started to rub off on her, or maybe losing her gun virginity by killing someone at the end of the first book did it, but in the second book Erin is much more in control. She still has people trying to abduct her—and in some cases she bumbles right into it—but she’s stopped passively accepting her abduction and she fights back. It’s like we get to watch her transformation into a space pirate—a moral space pirate, but a space pirate nonetheless.

The only complaint I really have is that it seemed short. I’m not one of those people who reads a few books a week, but I did read all of this in one day. Of course, it’s a testament to its ability to captivate that I wanted to read it all in one sitting, but I would have rather it have been too long for me to have possibly done that. But, at the same time, I really can’t point to any part of the book and say, “There should have been more about X in there” or “this needed to be expanded and explained better.”

I suppose the only place to have made it longer would have been at the end. The end is satisfying enough, but I think it would have been a bit better if it would have ended with 1) a newly assembled crew and 2) a destination for the next adventure–just like the first book did. I mean, we more or less know who the new crew is, but I would have liked to have seen it assembled and everyone in agreement on what they’re doing/where they’re going next. There was no cliffhanger for the main characters, which left it feeling like it was already wrapped up. There was a set up for the third book in the Epilogue, but it only featured a secondary character. I would have like to have seen a setup for the next book with the main characters, then introduce the secondary character as the villain who is going to thwart their newly-laid plans.

But, that’s actually a fairly minor quibble; like I said, the ending wasn’t bad, it just could have been tied up into a bit neater of a bow. I’m still eager to read the third book. All I can say is it better involve a showdown on Rakor, preferably with Eris poised to be a virgin sacrifice to the sun god. Or maybe with her as a knocked-up sacrifice to the sun god. Imagine the shame to the Emperor if his next heir was half-human.

So, five stars. Get a copy. Read it. Badger Michelle for the next one. It’s been a year already!



Okay, so I’ve said several times that I’m going to start blogging regularly again. But I’ve fallen off that wagon faster than I’ve fallen off diets. But things are sort of starting to calm down in my life, meaning I ought to be able to give up a lunch hour or two every week to make a blog post.

So, where am I and what have I been up to?

Firstly, my husband and I bought a house in January and moved to beautiful Polk County, TN, within sight of the Cherokee National Forest and the Appalachian Mountains, and 15 minutes’ drive from the Ocoee River, site of the 1996 Olympic whitewater kayaking course.


Not the actual view from our house, but just down the road from our place. We’re actually so surrounded by trees, you can just barely see a little mountain peak from our front porch.

It’s everything we’ve wanted in a house: no visible neighbors, a creek, plenty of woods, and more. It even has a shed on the back of the garage that’s just what my husband has always wanted for a blacksmith’s shop.

Unfortunately, it has no internet. But, unlike many of our unfortunate neighbors in the area, we actually have the ability to get cable internet–if we only pay to have it run to the house. We’re over 900 feet from the road, so that’s no small expense, but we’re hoping to have it done in the next month or two.

And, of course, there are a lot of other projects and improvements to do around the house. We’re actually still trying to get unpacked and figure out where everything goes. (Although I did make good progress on my craft room recently; it will be ready to use soon.)

Secondly, I’ve finished the proofreading of The Flames of Prague. I just need to order a proof copy, check the new cover and the formatting, and format the print book for ebook. We’re going to a big event in a couple of weeks, but after that, I should be able to get the final formatting done. So the publishing date for Flames is no later than July 31st!

Thirdly, I’ve been hard at work on medieval stuff, including finishing my illustrated medieval history! So look for me to start posting those again. I’m also going to start blogging more about my medieval projects because I want to showcase what I’m working on. And I’ve about been talked into doing some YouTube videos of 14th century hairstyles. (I just started teaching them as a class at our SCA events.) IMG_20160321_143701_889

Fourthly, we have a dog now. We were planning on getting one once we got fully settled at our new place, but she found us first. (Someone apparently dumped her out at the storage place on a night that was too cold for a short-haired pup and far too close to the highway. She now has our sunroom as her very own room and a 5 acre yard to play in.) Based on her coloration, confirmation, and temperament, we believe Zorra to be a black lab/smooth fox terrier mix. Her hobbies include finding trash we didn’t even know we had in the yard and bringing it up to the house, chasing cats, and barking at the cows, horses, and donkeys in the field next door. She loves fetching a ball more than anything. She’s about 6 months old.

Fifthly, I finally started that garden that I wanted to do X number of years ago (and had given up as a pipe dream). All of our stuff is looking good and we’re just waiting for our first tomato to ripen. Biting the bullet and actually doing the work necessary to have even a small garden was hard, but now that we’re over that hump, I don’t think it will be so hard to get started in future years. Even though we haven’t harvested anything yet, we’re really into watching our herbs and plants grow. I mean, I’m counting blooms daily just to see where we stand. I think once we start eating what we’ve grown, we’ll be well and truly hooked. I already have plans for expansion next year! (Not to mention we want to start planting fruit and nut trees this fall.) Up next: chickens!

So, now that we have our own place, we can settle down and start working on long-term and outdoor projects. It’s a lot going on, but it’s a lot to share, too.

New Flames Proof is Here!

I just got the proof copy of my book in the mail! (Ordered it on July 26, so 9 days to print and deliver.)

Initial impressions: CreateSpace warned me that part of my cover picture was less than 200 DPI and that can cause it to be a little blurry. I think it’s the painting part (the two figures). Not sure if it bothers me enough, though, to try and find a higher resolution image (if one even exists) and go through the background erasing part again.
Cover (New)
Secondly, I think I need a little more blank space around the edges of the back cover. (It looks like plenty in this image, but this image contains bleed. The cutting lines actually trim off about half the blank space around the back edges.)

Thirdly, I opted for cream-colored pages this time and I already like them much better! White is very stark–almost glaring. If you look at the vast majority of novels (and most other non-picture books), the pages are cream, not white. It’s definitely easier on the eyes and I recommend it.

One major problem I have right now is that I can’t get in contact with the guy who owns the rights to the pseudo-Hebrew script that I use on the cover and inside the book. I’ve contacted him via email twice and using a form on his website, but have gotten no response. I noticed that he hasn’t updated his website in a few years, so it’s likely that he’s given up his hobby making scripts. But I was still hoping I could buy a license from him for this one. If I don’t hear from him soon, I’ll have to switch to a different font. I’ve found a few options (although I don’t like any of them quite as well as I like the Sefer AH).



This Jerusalem font and is probably the closest thing to the one I have. The drawback is that it’s only free for personal use, so I could run into the same problem of I can’t get in contact with the owner to buy a license.


This is the next closest font. It’s blockier, though, and I think it looks more like a fun-novelty font. And this is a romance book where lots of people die in horrible ways. (What, you expected me to not kill off a bunch of people in one of my books?) I just fear this is a little too cutesy for the subject matter. But, on the plus side, it’s free for commercial use, so I don’t have to buy a license at all.

MyFonts Option


Then we have this one, Faux Hebrew. I think I like it better than the previous one. It’s $24.00 for a license, which makes it twice as expensive as the one I’ve been trying to buy.




Then there’s this one. It’s the least Hebrew-like font, but it has a certain flame-ness to it. It is also free for commercial use.