Friday, 19 April 2019

Spruiking Stories

Good afternoon, gentle blog-browser. I see it has been a week since I last posted here, but that's not because I haven't been pissed off, it's just that I've been seriously busy. Before I clicked on the 'new post' icon on my website, I had a look at some of the past posts I've written, and the common theme seems to be taking to task the overly-PC sooks who want to censor, or ban, or alter just about every work of art produced by anybody who is not woke AF.

Apropos of my last post, I haven't streamed the new Chris Lilley series on Netflix yet. I think it only became available yesterday, but I was doing so much other stuff, it just didn't happen. All the stuff I've been doing this week entails work, and actual WRITING work. I've picked up some writing tasks via Air Tasker for people who need application letters written, court references written, and essays written. My savings account is starting to become just that: a savings account, and not some useless service listed in my banking details with a token title. These Air Tasker procured jobs don't really rely upon my creativity, but they do use my writing skills, and for that I can be thankful.

I'm working most of the Easter weekend, either home caring or tutoring. I had some fun tutoring this week because - and if you're wearing socks remove them as this has the potential to knock them off - I happen to like Shakespeare. Yeah, shocking, I know. I'm foul-mouthed (or worded) in my blogging, listen to metal, and enjoy watching some politically unsound shows. But I do enjoy Shakespeare. I just love words. What I did yesterday was take along a list of Shakespearean insults (and there are some utterly crackerjack ones!), and together we read them, and deciphered them. I explained some of the less obvious ones. Reader, if someone is quoting Shakespeare at you, to wit: '...you three-inch fool!' (The Taming of the Shew), he or she is not saying you are short. This is the Elizabethan and/or Jacobean version of that gesture people make with the pinkie finger to denote someone's, er, shortcomings. Next time someone's pissing you off, why not refer to him or her as a 'lump of foul deformity'? (Richard III)

But what I really want to share with you is the news my novel Howling on a Concrete moon is getting closer to release. I have to write a back cover blurb for it, which must inspire the reader to pick it up and buy it. The book is nothing like my blogging style. When I blog, I tend to use a rather acerbic and bitchy voice. This novel is a lot more gentle. So too is a short story I have published on Amazon called Miss Winfield's Bookshelf. I will share a link for it here, and you can download it to a Kindle reader. I wrote it in 1996, and it won be some awards in competitions, and like my upcoming novel, the narrative voice is of a gentle nature. It's listed at 0.99cUSD, and I'm not sure how the Aussie dollar stacks up against that. But think about it. Here's a link: here .

Well, I must away. Got a front lawn to hopefully get mowed this afternoon, and some groceries to purchase.


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