New Jack Rabbit City Ebook Wins Silver! Also, Literary Recipe to Self-Publish







From Valparaiso, Indiana (Gail Galvan) and Boise, Idaho (Mike Evanouski) publish their captivating magical wonderland book and win silver medal.

We all need to “get away” sometimes, travel to a fantasy, magical world with uplifting, beautiful scenery/comedy-relief backdrops. And while we’re there, enjoy the adventure of a lifetime as if we are right there with the wonderful characters created by the writers. That’s what you can expect when you read this book: a fun, inspirational, exciting adventurous literary trip.

PLOT: In an Idaho desert, magic artesian water enables rabbits to grow six-feet-tall. Analog digital frequency changes make them smart and able to talk!  Meet:   Mr. Mayor, a flashy dressed six-foot-tall rabbit, and all of the Chicago South-Sider hare gangsters:  Wrigley, Caponey, Dice, Fuzzy, Mugsey, Bronzey, Meigs, and Putz. Mr. Mayor tries to protect his town as the Chicago Hares come to town and want to steal the magic water, grow tall and return to rule over other hare gangsters back in Chicago.

More trouble ensues as a greedy cattle herder named Bossy Kincaid is also determined to get his grungy hands on the water and turn his cows into giants so he can enjoy more hefty profits.  Bad guys and bad deeds vs. good guys and good deeds in this story.

And what’s a book without a love story? You’ll meet Rush Buckingham, a young Chicago runaway who heads for New Jack Rabbit City.  She wants her mom and brother to follow so they can get out of the big city rat and rabbit race.  Wrigley, one of the South-Siders, is in love with Rush and Rush is in love with Wrigley, but she doesn’t want to admit it because she knows he’s trouble, always hanging around with his gang.

 See what happens, how it all turns out.




 LINK: new jack rabbit city the trailer


 Chapter Four: South-Siders’ Big Plans

“Dice, c’mon, put those stupid dice away and listen to me, will ya?” Caponey shouted over the boom box playing in the alleyway, some Bruce Springsteen song.

Dice shook again and yelled, “C’mon, snake eyes!” All he got was a four and a two. He was a true gambler at heart, never beating the odds, but never giving up either. Not at the racetrack, not in his late-night poker games, nor on the streets of Chicago for that matter. Dice, the only rabbit in the gang of hares, stuck out like a sore spot, looking more like a Dalmatian puppy with his white and black fur. He wasn’t supposed to get along with hares, but he sure did.

The South-Siders lived in the alleyways of Chicago and spent a lot of time picking pockets, selling stolen goods, and scamming gullible rabbits whenever they could. Oh, they had their big dreams, too, but most of them happened only at night when they finally fell asleep after another exhausting day of amateur gangsterism.

A few of them, like Meigs, Bronzey, Mugsey and Fuzzy, still kept hoping for some miracle sack of cash to fall from the sky, thinking that would solve all their problems. Maybe their gigs as Rappin’ Rabbits would really start hoppin’, and they’d be rich and famous once and for all. Oh they knew they should really call themselves, The Rappin’ Hares, but that just didn’t sound as good, so they stuck with Rabbits and hoped nobody would notice the difference.

Then there was Wrigley, who, of course, believed in his love for Rush. One sunny day, Caponey overheard Wrigley and Rush talking about how dreams really could come true. All they had to do was make it to New Jack Rabbit City, drink the magic water, sprout up like Jack in the Beanstalks, then come back and rule the Southside as six-foot-tall kings. Even humans would have to deal with Caponey Ritso and the South-Siders, once and for all! He couldn’t wait.

“Dice! Dice!” he yelled, getting the rabbit’s attention. Caponey offered him a free meal if he’d follow him over to Bourbon Street. After devouring the treat and listening to Caponey go on and on, Dice obliged his long-time partner in crime and conceded to follow what he thought was a half-bunny-brained idea: high-hop it to Idaho, make darn sure they got their magic potion drink, become giants, and return to Chicago to rule. They already knew how to be smart and talk thanks to the digital frequency changes. Now all they needed was to grow big.

The rest of the gang, though, it took a lot of talking to convince them, especially Putzy. Caponey had a real tough time convincing him to pack up and leave behind some of his sentimental stuff, and stared down Putz, who didn’t want to leave his garbage can.

“I says pack up your things, we’re movin’ out,” he ordered again in his husky voice. Where the huskiness came from, nobody knew. Caponey always talked big, but wasn’t much taller than the rest of the South-Siders, except Putz, who was just a petite, sweet-hearted nothing fancy all black English hare himself. “C’mon, get packin’, Putz, don’t ya wanna grow bigger? And we need to get movin’ ‘cause Wrigley’s girl’s got a head start on us.”

“Ah jeez, you’re listening to fairytale baloney stuff again. C’mon, we’re s’posed to be Chicago gangsters, not rural bunnies hoppin’ around in some crazy dune desert rabbit town in Idaho.” Putz kept tinkering with the garbage can he’d found yesterday in the alleyway. He wanted to paint it up and put a little mattress in it. It was always difficult for Putzy to up and move, even if it meant just hopping over to a different dark alleyway, let alone a new state.

“What I say, we do. You know that. It’s the way it’s always been.” Caponey slicked his ears back with his right paw, got some hair grease on it, and licked it off.

“Fire engine red. Man I love this color! Look, Boss, almost done.” He looked up at Caponey, who was right in his face. Caponey thought that’s all it would take, but he was wrong. It took another half hour of brooding and silence before Putz reconsidered – and only because he’d be left all alone, since all the other South-Siders were leaving. When Caponey checked back on him, Putz finally gave in. “All right, all right already, I’m packin.” He picked up the red backpack and went to go get his stuff. “Hey, Boss, this ain’t gonna be big enough to get all my stuff in here, no way,” Putz whined.

“You got so much junk, Putz. Pick and choose. One backpack’s all you can handle carrying. You know that. Me? I got me my old suitcase. ONE suitcase here. Oh, and my lucky tie here, passed down and preserved for generations for the leader of the gang. Legend tells the story about how the real live human Caponey wore it during one of his arrests.”

“Boss, I’ve heard that story so many times. I know, I know. Your tie’s the real deal,” Putz lamented.

“Yeah, and I’m the real deal, the leader of this here gang, that’d be me! And you, Dice, and the rest of yous, you’re all I got for family, and we’re all you got. So go get rid of some of that junk of yours!” Caponey ordered loudly once again.

“Ah jeez.” Putz moped on over to his bungalow to say goodbye to some of his belongings, things he sure would miss tinkering with. “I’ll probly only find cabbage grass and sand out there, maybe creepy, crawlin’ creatures of the desert—no tools, no cans, no nothin’,” he mumbled to himself.

Soon, Caponey’s plan was in action. After all, the South-Siders were family, they stuck together. Wrigley tried to talk some sense into him. They all tried, but to no avail.

AUTHORS: Gail Galvan is a retired nurse, poet and writer. She is a member of Write-On Hoosiers, the Northwest Indiana Poetry Society, and the Chicago Writers Association. For more of her books go to: Mike Evanouski is a graphics designer and professional photographer. This is Mike’s first book.

Authors’ website:   Contact Gail Galvan at:

EBOOK is available at Amazon’s Kindle bookstore: price: $5.00. Paperback is available on (ISBN: 978-1490349510) Price: $9.00.



Join the literary wagon train of self-published poets and
writers. Here is the trail-wagon recipe I cooked up for you.



1. A yearning/ willingness to try something new and perseverance is a must.
2. Computer access and ability to follow instructions.
3. Pick ripe poems, short stories, devotionals, plays, and/or books that you have written. Stir those creative juices into word docs.
4. No spoiled documents that leave a bad taste behind. Utilize an editor or talented writer friend.
5. Spice up the interior with free images from Give credit.


1. Start a Create account for free.
2. Shop at the free Create Space Book Market. It’s open 24/7, by the way, with real-live person assistance.
3. Follow instructions to publish. Put in title as draft, so can experiment. Don’t use actual title until ready to publish.
4. Prepare at least 25 pages (minimum) of word document.
5. Pick book size, upload document as interior. View it.
6. Correct any formatting problems.
7. Create a cover (follow prompts).
8. Insert back text on book cover.
9. Create description.
10. Okay, when you sample/view book, it looks good, submit files for review.
11. Note: Color interior is more expensive when you buy your copies, although you will always have a free color cover. You can use a Create Space cover design, or use a CS template/create own.
12. Let your book “simmer” at Create Space for 12-24 hours. They point out any problems. Often, it will say a problem, but it still works, so try it first. If looks okay won’t spend time fixing something do not need to.
13. Get okay on book, view one last time, order up a proof, then copies. Savor the moment!
14. Watch for mail, and enjoy/share your literary creation when it arrives. Serve it with love to family, friends, and readers! I can’t wait for some free samples, since I shared my recipe with you!


If you only want book for yourself/family/friends—this is the best part—You simply DO NOT choose/serve any channels of distribution. It will be there and you can print up as many books as you want just for you. You can do this for a shorter poetry book or an entire book. It does not have to go “LIVE,” for sale on Amazon, etc. However, for authors ready to do so, option is available.

A secret to my special recipe is to have 131 pages if you want your name and the title on the spine of the book—and I don’t usually give away all my secrets in my recipes!

As mentioned in writers’ group, sometimes if something is published, such as a poem, it does not qualify for entry in contests, so it is something to consider before going
“LIVE” and selling on Amazon, etc. However, there are also contests where you can enter whole books of poetry/books of yours and try and win. And, it is just simply terrific to have your own book sitting on the coffee table at home or as a keepsake for your family/kids/grand kids.

Like I always say: “Oh what a wonderful world.” (It really is, printing-recipe-wise for writers.) Nothing like your very own free homemade “Chicken Soup for the Soul” batch of books cooked up or popped out of your unique self-cooking creative literary oven!

Don’t forget: Ben Franklin, Hemingway, Thoreau, Twain, Grisham, Stein, Whitman, Beatrix Potter, E. A. Poe, Stephen King, T.S. Elliot, Sandberg, e.e. cummings, —they were all pioneers, self-publishers. Believe me; many would have used Create Space in a heartbeat! And saved themselves a lot of money! Not only that, but they would be proud of us for being the pioneering self-publishers of our generation.


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