Missed the Free Counter Offer - now ya hafta buy them!!!!

Thanks to all who participated in the Amazon Free Kindle offer for  the two books....

If anyone wants them now - they are subscription only... ya hafta buy them.....

The Knowledge Seekers and te second book The Land Of Cudhabeen

In The Wicker Wood where Secrets are Buried

Free Kindles

This week I decided I would offer The Knowledge Seekers & The Land Of Cudhabeen, now two books with additional material as a free eBook, Kindle whatever they are in your area of the world. The offer lasts until 16/3/18.

Free Kindle Offer   

The next free offer is for In The Wicker Wood. All week from tomorrow for 5 days, over the St. Patrick's Day weekend, until Tuesday.

Free Kindle Wicker Wood from 16/3/18

Out of hibernation.

Being Irish I have always regarded February 1^st. St. Brigid's Day as the start of spring.

I know others don't agree and say it's March 1^st.

Who cares what others say – be Yer Own Man, Pat. So officially I am now out of hibernation and looking forward to the new season.

Irish Central tells us that St. Brigid is the patron saint of babies, blacksmiths, boatmen, cattle farmers, children whose parents are not married, children whose mothers are mistreated by the children's fathers, Clan Douglas, dairymaids, dairy workers, fugitives, Ireland, Leinster, mariners, midwives, milkmaids, nuns, poets, the poor, poultry farmers, poultry raisers, printing presses, sailors, scholars, travellers, and watermen. Here's a busy saint!

The day is also called Imbolc, which was and perhaps still is the old pagan celebration, pitched half way between mid winter and the Spring Equinox.

Then of course that memory brings to mind how Easter Day is calculated.....the First Sunday after the First Full Moon after the Spring Equinox.

Now I'm exhausted and going for nap. This recovering from hibernation is tough.

From Book II of the Georgie Saga

“On this hacking idea, Sonny, I think I have an idea.”

Traonach knew you had to at least have the bones of a plot in your mind before you could approach Sonny with a plan, or the idea of how a plan could be constructed.

“I was sitting in a pub having a cup of tea the other evening when I over...!

“Who was sitting in the pub drinking tea? You?”

“Well OK then! It was Terry Fitch. Terry Fitch overheard a conversation that gave me an idea.”

The conversation had been boring. "Five to Four", the name Traonach had given one of the punters, the drinking and betting on the horses fellow, who always seemed to be in the pub, spoofing about how much he won on wagers. Sometimes even when he had lost and wanted to blame the jockey. There he was in front of the television screen, frothing at the mouth, shouting.

“Ya shagger. Ya were pulling the head off that nag to hold him back.” Then turning to no one in particular. “Did ya see that? Bloody favourite won at short odds, five to four.  That jockey should be shot.”

It was another conversation he overheard that offered an idea, as to how to gain an advantage of Sonny's competitors, the ones who were unafraid of being killed: shot.

It appears Traonach explained to Sonny that this free travel card, which was a paper document, is now a plastic card. It's called the Public Services Card, and the Department of Social Protection wants every citizen to get one. It will be programmed to allow what ever social services the citizen qualifies for to be controlled by the card. If you travel on a train or a bus you tap the card on a reader. Then the journey is recorded and the Social,  pays the travel company a fee. To get your pension at the Post Office, you tap it as well. If you qualify for social payments, job seekers, widow's pension, senior pensions and some other services it is recorded by using the card.

“Come on, Traonach, it's a long narration. I know some of that. What are you getting at.”

“Well, Five to Four, had to get his card recently. He went in and had an interview. Then the lady in the office, across the counter, linked his social details, with his birth cert details.”

“So they now have all his details in one place?”

“Yes. From the cradle to the grave.”

“And?”

“To get a new passport or get a re-issue, you need the card. They are advertising that now.”

“And?”

“To get a password now you don't have to submit a Birth Cert. So no searching death records for a babies' details to use  to get a false passport. You could get one with a Personal Services Card. Once you can produce a false card for you or someone else, you can more of less control their lives. Yes Sonny, F It Up. Screw with their heads. Give them an address and a profile we can use to get them arrested or worse still put away.

“I'm way ahead of you Traonach. With one of these false cards in one of these lads names, we don't need to shoot the shaggers.”

“And the best part of that Sonny, is these plonkers will never make an application for their own card.” 

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!

Trying to be temperate with Amazon Forum Posters - is hard work!

Now that I'm stuck in the plot of Wicker Wood II, and after the reissue, with additional material, of The Knowledge Seekers. Which is now two books Seekers book I and Cudhabeen Book II, I foolishly returned to looking at some Amazon forums. Strangly the one I viewed was titled "Voice or the Author Publisher". Don't think some posters read that, since they do not seem to be either an author or a publisher.

OMG...the posters are as bad as ever.

I always despaired that when you wrote something a Cyclops would view it and reply castigating you for something you did not say.

In an attempt to enlighten a lady a while ago I spoke about my "twenty minute read" series and mentioned the name of the books, but did not include a link.

She came back foaming at the mouth that I had broken (past participle) the rules, and was trying to flog my work, and besides she did not read “Short Stories” completely missing the point the stories were “Flash Fiction” and abiding by the rules of that medium. 

And when she took a train journey it would be longer that 20 minutes and she would bring a “Book”and only read part of it.

I could handle that but then the trolls got in on the act, using wrong names for the posters, and offering their Tuppence Worth, and accusing me of trying to sell my books.

DOH! Amazon – BOOKS - SALES MEDIUM, MARKETING, PUBLICITY.

One poster only joined a few weeks ago and has a massive number to posts for the time in the club – obviously bored with life.

Another has books with a few reviews, six in total: the ones where you can't check if the reviewer did any more reviews, even if it was only for a Toaster. To make sure I was not imaging things I just clicked on my reviewers. Full review history is available.

What kills me is that some of them are not writing books just posting while alledgly their Facebook Account is being restored, or some such like.

Others are writers who forget that their first chapters are available on the Amazon “Look Inside” feature. I used to comment on bad grammar of lack of capitals, or missing quotes or punctuation. 

Now when you notice these problems the book has been published and has 27 glowing reviews, some with misspellings, and other grammatical errors. So I don't bother any with comments any more.

Instead I blog and try to sell me books.