And now, for more different things…

Still writing, NaNoWriMo and non offensive effluvia

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Okay, so I’m still waiting on the interview sheets to come back. It’s early November, the American Elections are over and we have a giant alien Weetabix in the highest office in the land of America. Where is Douglas Adams when we need him?!

I’m hoping that this means – the lateness of the returns of the forms – that I’ve got a really dead bang, drop dead sexy and generally Hoopy, Cool and Froody set of interviews to publish in The Pirates Corner. Say, anyone want to suggest a name? A new name for this endeavour? Just asking.

As to my view on the American elections – don’t ask. There are definitely stranger things in and on earth than one can imagine Horatio. I refuse to hold my breath, nor do I intend to bury my head in the sand or talk about it to feel better – there’s nothing to feel better about.
History has repeated itself and now it’s a matter of time. Can the Americans change this destiny or will they choose to wallow in self loathing/pity?

Now, on to better and more fun news …
I’m waiting to find beta readers for my first four parts or at least opening chapters of the four parts for a feeling on entertainment value. I don’t need the grammar Nazi’s! Most of them don’t understand British English anyway.
My friend David Howe is pulling resources for a NEW Doctor Who museum! We an make this happen.. TODAY!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All the worlds a stage, and we are merely players, performers and portraers

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Okay, this is going to be unusual – no! No aliens or bigfoot sightings. Let’s open poetically…

Day rises in the sky, night fades into silent slumberWhere, oh where do we find the moment
Before the chimes sound to announce the coming of the audience
Stars wink to brilliance, the planets align
A curtain will rise, musty and fanfare low
The Author alights first, time to introduce the players
Prime for the scene
Life is but the acts 3 on the main
Birth, where the strings and trumpets slowly build
Death where the soliloquy is read in triumphant tragedy
Tears are the rain the cleanses the stage
Ere, the next performance begins
Those two are, but the bookends
The trio that comes between are what the audience craves
Never more, a finer blink of the eye
For eternities wheel turns in earnest
Those that were once the Players become the wide eyed Throng
An endless sea of candles on a dark canvas that knows not the intermission
But the sounding of a divine bell

Okay – How was that?

Elder Offensive needs cover art. So does the Camden’s Follies first 12 parts, especially the first 8 that if I edit them more I might as well release the 2 books as books and not as individual parts!! Horror and comedy, inextricably linked for ever.
Still awaiting word on the Silver Scales Anthology for a green light… I feel like I’m awaiting a BAFTA!
Also looking forward to the question and answer sheets coming back! Also, may post an audio, visual or both round robin table or panel on YA fiction.

 

Till Then Good Reader,

~ The Pirate Poet

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