The French Woman is free for a week from 21/11/17...

I wrote the 20 Minute Reads Series, for a quick read on a train, over a pint or Coffee, or for those of us who are Royalty, while just relaxing sitting on the throne.

Oops, almost forgot it's a Kindle.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01MZ1HF9Q

It might be blustery - but the air smells sweet and clean.

People who read my bio (well take the time to read it, not just skim it) ask – What are Ya At – What's an evolving Human Being? How come you claim to be one? Didn't we just evolved from the monkeys, and that's it. We are humans!

Well yes, we did. But I don't believe that's the end of it. If today I know more than I knew yesterday then I am still evolving, still learning, still expanding my knowledge.

Last week I thought I was a good writer, a nice person, not offending anyone at all, when I answered questions of tried to help writers on Createspace Or the Amazon Community, But it seems I'm not. If I am to believe posters – as a poet I'm a good bricklayer. I only post an example to how to write prose in order to sell books. Or I'm OLD and out of date. 

It seems you don't have to use capitals, or punctuation, or paragraphs or chapters any more. Neither do you edit your first draft – you just publish it. And it seems you must write Science Fiction, or Zombie tales, or time travel to engage Kindle Readers. As well some writers produce thousands of words with rambling plots and sometimes name changes they never noticed. Brad becomes Buddy, Hal becomes Terry and so on. I only used male names, I think, since I never noticed ladies getting mixed up in names, just times.

But there was worse that that. Suppressed rifle shots echoing in the hills. Communications via satellite without a subscription. Computers that did not work because the UPS was not plugged in, but main power was still available. What I think they were on about was the no break system that is used to protect sensitive equipment, from spikes, and voltage drops.

Then Lordie-Me! An identification parade for a guy blown up in a car, who was once well endowed. Now missing presumed blown up. His ex-lovers were asked to identify the shrivelled, blackened member, as belonging to the culprit.

All of the above contributed to my knowledge as an evolving human being. I now know that there are a lot more plonkers out there than I realised.

And as for living life to its full potential? That's simple. When you get an opportunity to go on holidays take it. Don't make excuses not to go.

Among The Fingal Hills? Simpler still. Out here we have clean bright see-through air, mighty trees, green fields, sea views and good healthy oxygen

I was in the city for a few hours, walking around looking for inspiration, last week. When I returned to The Rural and washed my face, the water in the sink was black with airborne city grit and dust. And that dirt if I lived in the city would get into my lungs every day! No Way Jose!