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Bacon Sandwiches Times Three
Yes, it's that time of year again. Not that I don't usually eat a lot of pork products, but in the Christian world at least ham is impossible to dodge in the run up to JC's birthday. Cards on the other hand are noticeable by their absence, in my flat at least. I have three from work. But before you go feeling sorry for me I expect to double this by Tuesday the 25th. Neither do I have a tree. Or any tinsel. Which would make it appear I loathe the whole festive spectacle. I don't. I just don't feel the need. No kids, see. Not so much as a hamster.
Before I lose you, I should say I'm feeling a lot better now thanks. My previous post would in times past have been deleted as the sad ramblings of an arse. I chose to leave it on this occassion largely out of curiosity. Now, enough of that...
Ocellus is - as I write - on a Kindle freebie giveaway. A modest 121 downloads thus far. Somewhat disappointing but no great surprise. I never know quite how to label my books and have it listed as Fiction>Literary Fiction. The LF tag puts a lot of people off so I will likely drop it in favour of General. Concurrently, indeed till next month, I have the novel 'available' in paperback via a Goodreads giveaway. Ten copies up for grabs. So far twenty potential recipients. I'm not sure how it works in truth. I would have preferred to post out to the first ten but am half expecting some kind of lottery.
My book cover art skills are improving! At least I imagine they are. New covers for Imbroligo and Warm Refrigerator now live.
And that's about it from me for 2012. I'll spare you the usual banalities and quote only the family motto: reviresco (grow green).
Before I lose you, I should say I'm feeling a lot better now thanks. My previous post would in times past have been deleted as the sad ramblings of an arse. I chose to leave it on this occassion largely out of curiosity. Now, enough of that...
Ocellus is - as I write - on a Kindle freebie giveaway. A modest 121 downloads thus far. Somewhat disappointing but no great surprise. I never know quite how to label my books and have it listed as Fiction>Literary Fiction. The LF tag puts a lot of people off so I will likely drop it in favour of General. Concurrently, indeed till next month, I have the novel 'available' in paperback via a Goodreads giveaway. Ten copies up for grabs. So far twenty potential recipients. I'm not sure how it works in truth. I would have preferred to post out to the first ten but am half expecting some kind of lottery.
My book cover art skills are improving! At least I imagine they are. New covers for Imbroligo and Warm Refrigerator now live.
And that's about it from me for 2012. I'll spare you the usual banalities and quote only the family motto: reviresco (grow green).
Back To Back
Happy New Year and all that. Out with the old etc. Yeah. Whatever. Like you believe any old crap. Ha. Believe in better, surely. Why not? I'm an optimist with the scars to prove it. Last year sucked big time but here I am positively bursting with positivism. And I'm not even going to check the spelling. My spirit is reckless. My poetry is awful. I could never draw as well as I wanted so I took to writing instead. A man needs an outlet, something to run on his electricity. If only I wasn't so ill-disciplined and lazy.
I aim to write two books this year. The fact I've written two thirds of one already should help. THUMP vol. 2 kind of got caught in that gap between cancer and I-don't-know-what-the-fuck-I'm-doing. I was having problems with it and I still am; or will be once I can bring myself to read through the ms again. I last did this in June during a five day chemo session and I wasn't sure which was worse. Probably the chemo, but I'm still finding it hard to locate my writing mojo; although I suspect it is hidden close by with all my other mojos, lost and unrecognised. The second book extends to roughly 1600 words at present and is the third installment of The Great Geordie Novel, following on from Ocellus and The Orange Propeller. Titled The Lost World Of, it has an autobiographical theme but isn't really about me (I know). It's about the other me, namely Swene, who appears in the first two volumes. That Swene and I are related is obvious. He just has more fun than I do. He's fictional after all. He doesn't have a day job. He has an inbetween days job. So much more versatile. There'll be a fourth and final book eventually.
Harking back to my previous post many of my titles are free to download from Smashwords, Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Some fantastic reviews would be welcome. Or indeed some terrible ones, so long as they're well written. You don't have to like a thing to respect it. If it's not for you then move on. Planting bombs is simply a person's way of saying they've failed. Which is about as political as I intend to get right now. There are greater minds turned to such things; hopefully more knowledgeable. The pen, however, remains mightier than the sword.
And that's about it from me. I'm no blogger, as I've said before. These random tracts are just that. Sometimes they go badly wrong, yet I've always reisted the urge to delete. We all have bad days, eh?
Read. Learn. Resist.
I aim to write two books this year. The fact I've written two thirds of one already should help. THUMP vol. 2 kind of got caught in that gap between cancer and I-don't-know-what-the-fuck-I'm-doing. I was having problems with it and I still am; or will be once I can bring myself to read through the ms again. I last did this in June during a five day chemo session and I wasn't sure which was worse. Probably the chemo, but I'm still finding it hard to locate my writing mojo; although I suspect it is hidden close by with all my other mojos, lost and unrecognised. The second book extends to roughly 1600 words at present and is the third installment of The Great Geordie Novel, following on from Ocellus and The Orange Propeller. Titled The Lost World Of, it has an autobiographical theme but isn't really about me (I know). It's about the other me, namely Swene, who appears in the first two volumes. That Swene and I are related is obvious. He just has more fun than I do. He's fictional after all. He doesn't have a day job. He has an inbetween days job. So much more versatile. There'll be a fourth and final book eventually.
Harking back to my previous post many of my titles are free to download from Smashwords, Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Some fantastic reviews would be welcome. Or indeed some terrible ones, so long as they're well written. You don't have to like a thing to respect it. If it's not for you then move on. Planting bombs is simply a person's way of saying they've failed. Which is about as political as I intend to get right now. There are greater minds turned to such things; hopefully more knowledgeable. The pen, however, remains mightier than the sword.
And that's about it from me. I'm no blogger, as I've said before. These random tracts are just that. Sometimes they go badly wrong, yet I've always reisted the urge to delete. We all have bad days, eh?
Read. Learn. Resist.
Words Are the Gravy On the Mashed Potato of Life
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