THE GREY ONES:- This story continues from where the book “Holding Richmond” finished .As the story ended, the fight to kill these vile creatures had finally been won, but something happened to turn the tide.
In the words of the great Robert Zimmerman "It ain't me, babe!"
To the people who are my close friends this will be no shock; to those of you who think you know me or think that by reading the blogs you may have an inkling about me, this will be an eye-opener.
My goal was to hope to be recognised as a writer, to this end I created various personas to suit the style I was writing, all of which have achieved some recognition. The creation of Lana was an attempt to bring attention to my main work not to turn me into an erotica writer, I may be good at it but only readers can make that decision.
I aim to be recognised as a writer who may at times write erotic love stories, I don't think I could forsake all my work to write erotica, no matter what the fees paid.
Taking a break :)
An indication that I have been on line too long without a rest, when I start to see the lines which make the picture and not the image :(
Me and the Sciences
A week or two ago, I came across my school reports while looking for some motorcycle information (no link, other than they are in the same pile of documents). A few truths appeared and also I found out something I had never realised until then.
Apparently my English teacher thought I was not very good, which was a shock to me as I had always thought he was the one who had seen how good I may have been; that turned out to be my college tutor.
I thought I was held back in Science by my reluctance to ask questions, which was true but what I never realised was my Science teacher thought I was good at Physics and should have tried to study the Science; to me Physics always appeared a hard nut to crack, I have always thought I may have been good as a researcher though.
I like the idea of being like Kolchak (the original series), I base my character Phil Moore in the Chronicles series on him.
I have just got off the phone to Xlibris after 20 mins of trying to tell them I am NOT interested in dealing with them; please AVOID any contact with them. If you don't believe me all you have to do is read the numerous complaints on line, on Pissedcustomer.com or type in Xlibris scam and all will be revealed.
Tonight, my son posted a photo of my father and said "This was his only memory of his Grandfather," this got me thinking of what I remembered of my Grandfather.
I have vague memories of an old man in a flat cap and a ragged fisherman's jumper, trousers held up by a sturdy belt. His face always smiling, even though he had few teeth.
My memories of my Grandmother are even scarcer, I was told she was a lovely lady and adored me. I cannot remember much as she died when I was 3.
My parents brought me to Clevedon in 1963 when I was 8 and that was the last I heard of my Grandfather until I heard he died when I was about 18. There were so many things I wished I could have asked him.
Imagine moving 400 miles from your family, having to start a life with no roots and no friends from school; that was what I had to do.
On line bullying
Because you attack a person on line does not stop it from being called bullying, I know because two years ago I was hounded on line by some people, to the extent I was afraid to show as on line; even to my close friends. Any bully is a coward, the worst are on line bullies because they realise the damage is far more than personal injury.
Last week, my editor Julia in an attempt to show how much I had achieved in the last two years, asked me to count up my short stories.
While 200 may appear to be a huge number and I fully understand your scepticism about my figures; please consider that from from July 2011 until October 2011 I was writing three or four 3,500 word stories a week.
The proposed Chronicles of Mark Johnson series has 25 stories now, Pat Canella has 13 stories, my on line serial The Word had 14 stories, my current WIP To Elfenmere has about 8 stories. This does not take into account the number of stand alone stories I have written for friends or the shorter series like Killer's Hill.
I have many which will probably never see the light of day and yet in all this number there was only one story which I totally discarded.
Last year I did a number of blog tours and came to the conclusion, the only people who benefit are the people who pay for them. Although I gained a few blog reads, they were not for my blog posts but for the postings about the other people.
To demonstrate my point here are some examples:- Six weeks ago I was asked to do a blog interview for a a site I used to be on, since then the site has posted numerous other interviews but no sign of mine; I guess I am not flavour of the month since leaving. Twice last year I helped promote 5 Prince writers and of the eight I promoted, only three thanked me. I also took part in "The Next Big Thing," which meant you had to link up with five friends and pass the word around to help people.
Gain for me:- NOTHING
The bottom line here reads, I won't do any more. This year, I am doing more promoting for my books.
The first of my books to get two 5 star ratings at Amazon has been put back on the shelf. Nerja may not be long but it is breathtaking.
From my editor Julia on Nerja. A good, well-written short story
There is a story rarely heard about Nerja. A few months after I wrote it, I was asked by a man called Don Ford to send him a copy as he was interested in Native American cultures. The first copy I sent wasn't compatible with his reader, he asked me to change the format and as soon as he got the copy, with no word of thanks, he stopped chatting on line:- another theft of my work; I think so.
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