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                <title><![CDATA[Get Your Characters To Market Your Book - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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 <br>     Apart from  writing one of my great passions is lawn bowls. I suppose it was inevitable that eventually I would combine the two and write a fictional novel about the game I love. The result was 'Jack's High'.<br> <br>       'Jack's High'   was  first conceived as a six part comedy drama centred around the hapless exploits of a Welsh Valleys' fictional lawn bowls club called Penypont. The  BBC  liked what they read but were not convinced that lawn bowls was a compelling enough vehicle for comedy and asked me to write about something else. I declined.<br> <br>     Some of you  reading this will probably think me mad. The truth is I have always believed in staying true to what you believe in and I believed in the characters I had created. They were real to me and I was not prepared to abandon them.<br> <br>     How real are your  characters to you? <br> <br>     Seth Solmes  recently posted on a  Google+  forum: <br>
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   Why not get this warped individual  to write a short eBook describing  'My Top 3 Favourite Kills'  from his own perspective. A bit grisly and probably in bad taste (apologies Leslie Jasper) but you get the idea. The eBook becomes the hook that catches you readers without having to give the book you slaved over away for free. Does this make sense? But be warned, your character can begin to take over your life! <br><br>
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                <title><![CDATA[Calling Aspiring Science Fiction Writers - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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                <title><![CDATA[Amazon - Knight In Shining Armour or Emissary of the Dark Side? - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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<br>  Okay so Im not the greatest author in the world. Maybe I<br>  will never make the best seller lists but thats no excuse for ripping me off.<br><br>
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<br>  As Indie authors we know how difficult and time consuming it<br>  can be promoting our books. Sometimes I feel like Hansel lost in a forest of<br>  social media never able to find my way out with new trees being planted around<br>  me all the time. HELP!!! Then one day I discovered a clearing in the wood. It<br>  wasnt a house made of candy but an enormous edifice called Amazon - pretty appropriate<br>  for an empire in the forest!<br><br>
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<br>  I was enticed inside with the promise of self publishing on<br>  Amazons incredible electronic device called the Kindle. Amazon dangled before<br>  my eyes a dazzling array of world wide distribution rights and sales channels.<br>  I was tempted. Well more than tempted actually. I didnt think twice. No more<br>  submitting work to publishing houses who just werent interested or agents who<br>  were even less so. The publishing dragon had been slain, or so I thought.<br><br>
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<br>  So far so good, with Christmas fast approaching I bombarded<br>  my Twitter (4,000+) account with promotional tweets courtesy of Social Oomph. APOLOGIES TO ALL MY TWITTER FOLLOWERS I BOMBARDED!!!! Guest bloggers promoted it on their sites and my Google+ groups also got the<br>  full treatment! While I wasnt expecting to top the best seller list I was<br>  expecting some sales. Some hope, NADA, NOTHING, NOWT!!! Not one measly sale<br>  showed up in my reports for November or December. I had more sales on Create Space and I hadn't done any promotion for any of them.<br><br>
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<br>  Okay, youre probably thinking this is the case of another<br>  deluded would be writer with no talent and less hope having a gripe. You may be<br>  right but unfortunately my experience is not unique. John R Clark, Managing Editor at Age View<br>  Press wrote on this very issue under the title:<br><br>
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<br>  Alright! Seems like there might just be a wicked witch<br>  lurking in them thar woods. So, what to do?<br><br>
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<br>  Every Friday at 11.00 GMT<br>  I would click the Pick a new Lotto Number button on this blog.<br><br>
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<br>  To show your commitment all you need do is  enter your email<br>  address and name in the subscription box . Once you have done this I will<br>  allocate a number. Mine for example is 1.<br><br>
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<br>  Hopefully enough of us will grasp the potential of what<br>  authors can do if we decide to stand together and help each other.<br><br>  To make it worth your while subscribing I plan to run a number of courses designed to help you promote your books using social media. These will be delivered by email and the first course focuses on Twitter. It's called  The Twitter Authors Marketing Crash Course.  Some of the things you will learn about include:<br><br> <br>
 The man who has made it his business to help authors build their readership on Twitter.<br>
 Free tools that will make your Twitter marketing extremely effective.<br>
 Integrating Twitter tools in Wordpress.<br>
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                <description><![CDATA[      Seeing new places and meeting new people has to be one of the most rewarding aspects of travel. The picture opposite combines both. The cool guy in the leather jacket and shades is author Chris Keil whom I had the pleasure of meeting while in Portland. If you are wondering, the magnificent river in the background is the Columbia which flows through the heart of Portland itself.<br> <br>  Chris is the author of 'Flirting at The Funeral.' The title refers to a hit song one of the main characters in the book once had. I enjoyed Chris' company so much I bought a copy even though it meant my wife would have to forgo a gift (only kidding). I really didn't know what to expect but I was determined to read it through to the end.<br> <br>  The thing I demand most of any work of fiction is a compelling story. Regardless of how the book is constructed that has to be the bottom line. Chris did not disappoint but 'Flirting At The Funeral' is much more than that. Characterization is also key for me. Chris has created a diverse and vibrant cast of characters. Such is their vibrancy that you feel you know or recognise them in a very personal sense. This is quite an achievement because at another level each can be seen as representative either of a section of society or of specific beliefs and philosophies. Set against the uncertainties of a world peering uncertainly into the abyss of financial collapse 'Flirting At The Funeral' becomes almost a parable of our times.<br> <br>  Matty James, who for me was the focal point of the novel, can appear at first glance to represent all that is superficial and facile in our society. Forever 'pursuing her star' in seeming disregard of the consequences to herself and others, she personifies the desperate desire to achieve celebrity status we witness on our television screens every week. Mammon rules and before we point a finger how many of us bought a lottery ticket this week? Yet Chris' characters refuse to be judged at a superficial level. Like all really good works of fiction uncomfortable questions are continually asked of the reader. There is one scene that epitomizes this.<br> <br>  Matty and her friend Howard are engaged in a conversation. They stand in the ruins of an ancient building that in a distant past had been as imposing as the modern citadel built by the super rich Dr Arno Bendt. Howard attempts to persuade Matty to leave Dr Bendt and to return to London to be with her lover Morgan. Her response is pragmatic and in one sense profound:<br> <br>  "I have to follow my star." She took a breath."At any rate I have to make the best of it. I have to keep flirting at the funeral, like the song says."<br> <br>  Flirting At the Funeral is beautifully crafted and infused with sumptuous imagery. It is a book I wish I had written.<br> <br> <br>      <br> <br>  To misquote another once famous song,  "It's my blog and I'll do what I wanna, do what I wanna. . ."  Which is a pretty tacky way of announcing some blatant self promotion. Well it is nearly Christmas and the book I'm attempting to promote is a reworking of Dickens classic. I promise to get back to featuring more Indie Authors in the New Year!<br> <br>  It's contemporary New York City and Clinton Ebenezer Scrooge III shares his thoughts on Christmas.   "Scrooge gazed out of the window. Somewhere below, the river flowed blacker than the   Styx   through the citys dark heart into the eternal depths of the poisoned oceans. But Scrooges eyes were fixed upon another river. The unceasing flow of humanity condemned as surely to follow the course of existence to its inevitable conclusion as the river was compelled to flow into the embrace of the blind and restless sea.  Christmas held out hope that the journey was not in vain. That was one of the reasons he despised it. Christmas was for the weak, for sentimental fools who had never grasped that salvation in this world was something to be wrung forcefully from lifes unwilling grip. Once the presents had been opened and the parties were over what was left apart from hangovers and a bigger overdraft? He smiled. He was above that now, had been for years. Just as detached and aloof as the gigantic reflection of himself superimposed on the vista upon which he cast such a scornful eye."                  'A Christmas Carol Revisited' is a great way to enter into the Festive Spirit and it's available NOW on Amazon in Print or Kindle format.      Prefer PRINT? Prefer KINDLE? Just click on the thumbnail of choice.<br>                    CLICKHERE  to listentoa brief audio excerpt.     CLICK HERE  todownload an extract in pdf format.        ]]></description>
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                <description><![CDATA[         Portland   Oregon   is the home of the<br> 'Wordstock' festival that describes its primary aim as:    ". . .<br> dedicated to providing the public with unprecedented access to artistic<br> excellence and instilling a lifelong love of reading in our community."    It is an unlikely<br> place to meet an American author with a love of   Wales   and all things Welsh.<br> Actually it's an unlikely place to meet anyone who is aware that   Wales   even exists.    Sarah Woodbury is an   Oregon   girl extremely proud<br> of her Welsh ancestry and given the fact both her parents are historians it was<br> almost inevitable that when she eventually succumbed to the writing bug her<br> genre would be the historical novel. Fortunately her visit to   Wales   was to prove a<br> catalyst in the context of her development as an author and consequently she<br> has written a whole series of novels set in medieval   Wales  .    The previous day Sarah and I had been part of a panel discussion entitled<br>  'Culture Wars - Other Voices In British Literature'  jointly hosted by<br> AmeriCymru and the Portland Centre for Public Humanities at Portland State<br> University. The other members of the panel were Dr Tracy Prince, whose book<br> formed the basis of the discussion and Welsh authors Mike Jenkins and Chris<br> Keil. The discussion was animated and stimulating to say the least. If you<br> would like to include it in it's entirety you can view it below.          It was the following day at the   Woodstock   festival that we got<br> the opportunity to talk. Sarah is one of the new breed of authors who realises<br> the importance of self promotion and has been extremely effective in using<br> social media to get her books noticed. She has sold over 150,000 copies and has<br> a following of loyal fans, including me! Sarah did not sit back and wait for an<br> agent to ride by on a white horse and wave a shiny contract in her face. Her<br> success has been down to hard work and a willingness to take responsibility for<br> her own success. Of course there is one element of the equation that always has<br> to be present and that is the ability to write a good story and Sarah certainly<br> possesses that in spades.    Naturally I would like to think that her Welsh heritage and love of   Wales   has inspired her to<br> reach the heights she has already achieved and those she is sure to reach in<br> the future. In all honesty she would have made a successful author whatever<br> genre she set her mind on I am just grateful she drew her inspiration from her<br> Celtic roots. Just like the character Valarie in  'A Christmas Carol Revisited' Sarah is so proud of her heritage she even persuaded her husband to give their<br> four children Welsh names.       Megan?        Megan. It was the name Valarie had chosen in deference to her Welsh<br> ancestry of which she was inordinately proud. For once he let her have her way.<br> What did it matter anyway, the child would never be born. It had proved a<br> serious error of judgement for the very act of naming the child bestowed on<br> Valarie a moral strength he never imagined she possessed. Thereafter she<br> resisted him at every turn but the effort drained her vitality and she took refuge<br> in drink. The miscarriage had been a fortuitous consequence.      Thats impossible. Valarie lost our child.        Even now he refused to speak her name. Even now he refused to accept his<br> portion of blame.        Nothing that has ever lived is truly lost Papa."        She looked at him and<br> the revelation of what he had lost swept over him, a chill wind announcing the<br> onset of a long and bitter winter. Images of what might have been flashed<br> through his mind and he tried to grasp hold of them but they evaded him like<br> autumn leaves scattered in a sudden storm."       Knowing who we are andwhere we come from gives us strength. I wish Sarah every success for the futureand hopefully she will agree to an interview in the near future.        "Iechyd daSarah!"      Below are a few of Sarah's books. I am currently thoroughly enjoying 'The Good Knight'.         The 'After Climeri' Series.                                  The Gareth and Gwen Medieval Mysteries                               <br>      <br>        ]]></description>
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                <description><![CDATA[<br>      Every major city in the world is haunted by an unwanted underclass largely ignored by the rest of us like some secret shame.They are shadows in a dark room passing their days in a twilight world that exists somewhere between the living and the dead.<br><br> The great Victorian novelist Charles Dickens was one of the first authors to focus the light of his literary genius on their miserable existence. His social conscience would not allow him to pass by on the other side.<br><br> However it is one thing to wax lyrical about the homeless and destitute but quite another to be confronted with their plight first hand as I was to discover on my recent visit to Portland, Oregon. It was my first visit to America and during the drive from the airport I caught sight of an individual staggering from a store clutching a paper bag. Gaabriel, my host, explained that homelessness was a problem within most American cities and Portland was no exception. Where Portland stood in stark contrast to many others was the liberal stance it took towards this unfortunate section of society. Many States employ aggressive measures to clear their streets of the Great Unwanted and although there is no Government or State support for these individuals at least Portland has a Mission where fortunate individuals can get a bed and a roof for the night.<br><br> It is human nature to pass judgement on others. Most of us cannot help wonder how anyone gets to end up living on the streets. Hopefully very few of us hold the same views as those expressed by one of my characters, Ebenezer Clinton Scrooge III. Arriving at the steps of his Manhattan headquarters he is confronted by a less affluent member of New York City society. <br> " Scroogesmiled, this was no hired assassin sent on a mission to destroy only a common beggar chancing his arm, or what remained of it. A diseased symptom of the times. New York was infested with such hopelessindividuals seeking solace and oblivion in alcohol or drugs, authors of their own destruction, and as such deserving of no sympathy or special favours. Still they never usually surfaced in this district preferring insteadto haunt the more stagnant cess-pits of the city. Perhaps the fact it was Christmas Eve had emboldened this particular specimen into venturing further afield in the false hope that honest citizens would be moreinclined to lunatic displays of charity many being so imbued with festive spirits they would carelessly part with their hard earned dollars."  ( A Christmas Carol Revisited ).  This is the dark side of the American Dream. Every good Doctor Jekyll has his own Mr Hyde to some degree or another. Perhaps it is how we react to the darkness that defines us as individuals and nations. Or is it if we are even prepared to confront that darkness in our society and in our selves? The 'hopeless individual' in the story is called Stephen, the 'hopeless individual' who confronted me on the streets of Portland was called Arnold.<br><br> We were down town waiting for a bus when Arnold approached. He was obviously distressed. Apparently he had been attempting to gain access to one of the toilets in the city precincts. It was locked and from what we could understand Arnold had been forcibly removed because he kept complaining that someone had hurt his arm. I learnt later that it was common practice to lock the toilets as they were in constant danger of being commandeered by the likes of Arnold on the lookout for somewhere dry and secure to sleep. It was also obvious Arnold had significant mental health issues. He insisted we call the cops otherwise he would kill someone.<br><br> I don't think anyone felt threatened but we all felt uncomfortable. I pretended to phone the cops but Arnold wasn't fooled for a second. Eventually the bus arrived and we got on board. Arnold followed. It soon became obvious Arnold was going nowhere until someone called the cops. As he became more distressed so his threats became more extravagant to the point he was now prepared to kill everyone on the bus. People began to get off not because they felt threatened but because they realised it would probably be quicker to walk home. Throughout the whole incident the lady bus driver spoke soothingly to Arnold and even provided him with a drink. Her compassionate attitude had a marked impact upon Arnold who became an increasingly less threatening yet more tragic figure by the minute. Eventually Arnold got his wish and the cops arrived.<br><br> 'Street Roots' is a paper sold by the homeless on the streets and is Portland's version of the 'Big Issue'. The lead story the week I was there was regarding the way certain States were dealing with the problem of homeless people with mental health issues. Their solution was to provide these vulnerable individuals with enough food and money for a few days and a bus ticket to some place else. There they would duly arrive with no contacts or support and whatever provision they had left. Problem solved. It staggers me that large sections of American society still oppose ObamaCare.<br><br> It was with a sense of relief that we watched Arnold being escorted away. He was obviously known to the local police who dealt with him courteously and gently. Whether he got a nice dry, warm cell for the night is another matter. My thoughts often return to Arnold and I wonder how he possibly survives life on the streets. Could I have done more to help? There is a gulf between feeling compassion at some general esoteric level and acting upon that compassion at the subjective level of reality. If I am honest, Arnold was a burden I did not want to bear. He was not my responsibility after all. Like the Pharisee I shuffled by on the other side. It is not always a comfortable experience when our characters turn up on our doorstep.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>  ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[In The Footsteps of Meriwether and Clarke (Sort Of). - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[<br>       To be honest, I didn't literally follow in their intrepid footsteps. I caught a plane instead. Fortunately the pilot knew the way. Just as well because map reading was never my forte. Never could quite get the hang of a compass and all that Magnetic North stuff. Flying over the breathtaking beauty of the Rockies into Vancouver almost made me wish I was more of an outdoor type.<br> <br> <br>  From Vancouver I flew down to Portland to meet up with Gaabriel Beckett and Ceri Shaw. Gaabriel is president of the Lewis Meriwether Foundation while Ceri is founder of  AmeriCymru.net  a social network for expat Welsh folks living in America. Ceri created the website to help raise the profile of Wales as most Americans have never even heard of the place. The average U.S citizen probably knows far more about Hobbits than Taffs!<br><br>  This was part of the reason I was flying out to Portland. Not that I expected my arrival to be the catalyst for a sudden upsurge in an awareness of Wales and all things Cymru. At one point I doubted whether I'd make first base past Homeland Security. Why is it we always feel guilty and look shifty when someone in authority scrutinizes our passport? I think my attempt at an ingratiating smile almost earned me a seat on the next plane back home. It was with a mingled sense of relief and excitement I stepped onto American soil for the first time, my mission to help promote Welsh writers in my capacity as author and co-editor of  eto magazine .<br><br>  It was not my first collaboration with an American organization. Last December the New York City Bar Association Entertainment Committee performed a staged reading of my contemporary adaptation of Charles Dickens wonderful novella 'A Christmas Carol', which with staggering originality I entitled  'A Christmas Carol Revisited'.  It was particularly exciting because not only had I set the story in Manhattan, where Ebenezer Clinton Scrooge III presided over his vast global media empire, but it was also 150 years to the day that Dickens' 'Christmas Carol' was first published. I was invited to attend but unfortunately due to prior engagements (I'm one of Father Christmas' official helpers) was unable to make it.             This time I really had made it even if it was a little further west than New York. I was to meet up with two more Welsh authors, Chris Keil and Mike Jenkins. In an inspired moment Ceri Shaw dreamt up a wonderful publicity campaign involving the three of us. As I stood in line waiting to be interrogated by Security at the airport I began to wonder whether the source of Ceri's inspiration might have been a little too liquid.  <br>            All funds raised through the Purchase of eto will contribute toward securing Transportation of these Malefactors to the Colonies in October for Hard Labor at the 2013 Wordstock Literary Festival.       Chris Keil   has received critical acclaim for his novel   'Flirting at the Funeral'   and having read it I can fully understand why. He was due to speak at   Wordstock   alongside local author Chelsea Cain and also run a workshop entitled 'Sex and the Serious Novel.'    Mike Jenkins   is a very gifted poet and author from Merthyr. Mike's work is written in Valley's dialect and is quite brilliant. I wasn't sure how it would be received but everyone loved it. If you've not read any of Mike's work yet I suggest you start with his latest book,   'Barkin'  .    <br> <br> <br>    <br> <br> <br>  The three of us with the Columbia River in the background.<br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br>   The three of us bunked down at Ceri and Gaabriel's place. They were generous hosts and we all appreciated the way the whole family allowed us to disrupt the noiseless tenor of their way (I must remember that line). One of the most pleasant discoveries, apart from the stunning snow capped Mount Hood, was the fact that Portland is home to numerous micro-breweries. I made the discovery on the way from the airport when Gaabi stopped by the local supermarket to stock up with more bottles. Mike and Chris had arrived the day before and supplies were inevitably running low.<br><br>  It was good to meet with my eto co-editors Ceri and Gaabi face to face as well as Chris and Mike. We celebrated with a few beers and then Ceri introduced us to something that was to become a staple diet of our visit, 'Breaking Bad', washed down with a few more bottles of beer. What a start! Wordstock, Portland State University and Mount Hood Community College lay on the horizon along with other experiences that will remain with me for as long as I live but for now I had really followed in the footsteps of Lewis and Clarke.<br><br>  Next: Our Mission Begins.<br> <br>    <br><br><br><br><br><br>  ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Bitten by the 'Sound Bite'. - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[<br>  In the context<br> of journalism  , a sound bite  is characterized by ashort phrase or sentence that captures the essence of what the speaker wastrying to say, and is used to summarize information and entice the reader or<br> viewer. . .    <br>  Due to its brevity,the sound bite often overshadows the broader context in which it was spoken, and canbe misleading or inaccurate. The insertion of sound bites into news broadcastsor documentaries is open to manipulation , leading to conflict over journalistic ethics .  Wikpedia.   <br> For those of us involved in the fight to save PentrePrimary School from closure<br> Wikpedias definition of sound bite has a haunting resonance.   <br> From the outset we wanted our campaign to focus on the factthat should the proposals be ratified our children would inevitably be placedat risk given the distance they would have to travel to their new school alonga heavily congested route. The imminent development of a Tesco store and<br> filling station adjacent to the route further heightened our concerns.   <br> Another concern was that in times of economic hardship manyparents from within one of the most deprived communities in Waleswould be faced with an additional financial burden many simply cannot affordChild poverty is something RCT have pledged to address through the  Children and Young Peoples Plan 2011  14 .<br> How could a Labour led council possibly endorse a proposal that wouldexacerbate the problem in one of their most needy communities?   <br> Rhondda AM, Leighton Andrews, sharedour concerns but it became immediately apparent that his political opponents weremore intent on shifting the focus and hence the term surplus places was<br> repeated loudly and often at every given opportunity. Surplus Places becamethe perceived rallying cry, a trigger phrase that could induce paroxysms offrenzy among political opponents and those who oppose the Surplus PlacesPolicy. Battle lines were drawnand our school became part of the collateral damage that ensued.   <br> School closures areinevitably emotive and sensitive issues no matter what the reason or prevailing<br> policy. It was not surprising that many people were angered by what they saw asMr Andrews trying to have his cake and eat it. However if his support for ourcampaign contravened ministerial guidelines it is a matter of grave concern forus all. In his capacity as AM he listened to our concerns but his subsequentactions were undertaken to ensure the LEAwas following the procedure laid down in The School Organisation Proposals 2009 the Surplus Places policy. In effect he was ensuring his own policyguidelines were given due and proper regard. There was no conflict of interestapparent or otherwise.   <br> That did not stop the hue and cry of surplus places aspoliticians and the media smelt blood and set off in pursuit of Mr Andrews.Misinformation regarding the school was broadcast nationally in an effort to embarrassthe Minister for Education regardless of the damage inflicted on the community<br> of Pentre. In his article,  Did LeanneSpook Leighton?(  http://www.clickonwales.org/2013/07/did-leanne-spook-leighton/ ), John Osmond is at a loss to understand how  a trivial issue  was sufficient to<br> occasion the first such resignation in the history of Welsh democraticdevolution.   <br> Since when has the safety and welfare of children been atrivial issue? <br> Parents the length and breadth of the country will beoutraged by a comment that sadly appears to reflect the opinion of the majorityof political commentators in Wales.Does the National assembly exist to represent and promote the welfare of the peopleof Wales or has it become some kind of Mount Olympus where the elected godsof the Senedd conduct their Machiavellian business aloof from the day to dayconcerns of ordinary citizens and voters?   <br> At least the AM and MP for Rhonddahad the courage to show they shared the concerns of their constituents. Apparentlythe parents and supporters of Gaer schools in Newportwere far less successful when they sought the support of their electedrepresentatives.   <br>  Rosemary Butler and PaulFlynn both declined to even look at  let alone scrutinise  this<br> proposal. It is not in the best interests of the community and makeslittle educational sense. Yet neither of our senior elected representativesknow this as they preferred not to hear about the proposal.  ( http://savegaerschools.wordpress.com/ )   <br> Unbelievable! Who are these people elected to represent? Iunderstand that in some cases school closure is in the best interests ofchildren but each case should be judged on its own merit in accordance withministerial guidelines. The minimum we should expect is to be heard.   <br>  .. . my personalview is that Councils in some cases have used the vague cover of surplus as a<br> kind of catch-all, get-out-of-jail-free card to push through otherproposals they want to see happen, especially when they do not have the moneyto accomplish them in other ways.   (   http://savegaerschools.wordpress.com/  )   <br> This week the Rhondda Leader featured a letter from a Mr AndrewNutt who obviously felt qualified to offer his considered opinion despite thefact he resides in Bargoed and has no knowledge of the local issues surroundingthe proposed closure. The sound bite has obviously worked its magic in his<br> case.   <br> The BBC took a similartack when they misreported the numbers on roll in our school to the nation,<br> seriously compromising our campaign in the process. Why let accurate reportingstand in the way of a good sound bite?   <br> Here are some alternative sound bites the Pentre ActionGroup would like the Senedd and our local cabinet to consider. How about, <br> CHILD SAFETY, <br> CHILD POVERTY, <br> FINANCIAL HARDSHIP, <br> COMMUNITY REGENERATION, <br> for starters?   <br> We can only hope that our locally elected representativesare strong enough to ignore the surplus places sound bite and focus on thereal issues confronting Pentre school and the wider community. When the cabinetmeet to make a final decision on the future of the school later this month they<br> will have had time to reflect on the objections raised by the community.   <br> Parents deeply concerned for the safety and wellbeing oftheir children. Parents worried sick that they will not be able to afford thebus fare required to transport their children to school. Families facing<br> increased financial pressure and over reliance on elderly relatives if they areto hold down their jobs and ensure children get to school safely.   <br> The Director of Education for Rhondda Cynon Taff stated inhis response to concerns raised by parents that children would miss out on thefree breakfasts available at Pentre school by stating: <br>  Treorchy Primary School has a well attendedbreakfast club, which will continue for the benefit of all pupils who mayattend that school.  <br> The Director obviously does not inhabit the same world. Doeshe not realise children living in Pentre will have to get up very early to beable to access it and either walk or catch a bus in the dark during the wintermonths when arguably this provision is of maximum benefit. Is this acceptable?   <br> These are the issues that are struggling to be heard above thesound bite surplus places. Wikpedias definition that,  Due to its brevity, the sound bite often overshadows the broader context in which it was spoken, and canbe misleading or inaccurate.  is certainly true in the case of PentrePrimary School.   <br> The question is, will our trvial issues be heard above theubiquitous SURPLUS PLACES sound bite?   <br> Is it a case of, If you tolerate this then your childrencould be next?   ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Pentre Primary and the Resignation of Leighton Andrews, Minister for Education and Skill - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[      Hopefully either the Echo or the Western Mail will post this in full:   "It began as a campaign to oppose the closure of our local school and from the outset we resolved not to become embroiled in local politics. Ironically it has resulted in the forced resignation of the Minister for Education and Skills, Leighton Andrews, who also happens to be the Assembly Member forRhondda.    First Minister Carwyn Jones was quoted as saying, The ministerial code aims to define the boundaries between the two roles and, on this occasion, I believe those roles were confused."    How were they confused?    The Assembly Government has a clear policy relating to surplus places in schools. School closures are invariably sensitive and emotive issues and therefore under the directive of Leighton AndrewsLEAs were required to refer to stringent guidelines set out in The School Organisation Proposals. Indeed, as of 1 st October they become a legal obligation for each and everyLEAwhenever they propose a closure of a particular school.    It is transparent that the letter of objection Leighton Andrews wrote to theLEAmerely draws theLEAs attention to the fact they have not complied with the guidance set out in theWAGdocument. In fact in many instances they have totally disregarded the guidance. This, in fact, forms the basis of the legal challenge presented to theLEAby the Pentre Action Group.    We fail to see how this can be construed as undermining his own policy, when in essence his actions were intended to ensure that the policy guidelines themselves were given due and proper regard. Where is the conflict? We have grave concerns that in not supporting his Education Minister the First Minister has given carte blanche to local LEAs to proceed without due regard toWAGguidelines. Is it a case of, If you tolerate this then your children will be next?    Amid all the political and media frenzy it is easy to forget that at the centre of this debacle lie the concerns of parents for the safety and well being of their children. Should the proposal to closePentrePrimary schoolbe ratified children will inevitably be placed at risk given the distance they will have to travel to their new school along a heavily congested route. This, I know, was one of Mr Andrews concerns as someone familiar with the geography of theRhondda. It is to his eternal credit that he was prepared to demonstrate those concerns regardless of the consequences.    Surely, the safety of our children should transcend all other considerations whatever the colour of our political allegiance. How we protect the most vulnerable in our society, the elderly, the infirm and the young, defines us as a nation, not what particular policies hold sway at any given moment in time. As a group we feel that political opportunism has taken precedence over the interests of our children to the detriment of us all.    With regard to our local council we feel that whatever directives they have received to ensure the reduction of surplus places their first priority must always be the safety and welfare of the children in their charge. The fact that they have not undertaken a safety assessment of walking and cycling routes prior to bringing forward the proposal to close the school is indicative that this has not been their primary concern. Currently these are guidelines laid down by theWAGthat will shortly become a statutory code of practice forLEAs acrossWales. However, given the proposed development of a new Tesco store and filling station adjacent to the route children must take any meaningful safe route assessment can only be undertaken after the development is complete. TheLEAcannot abdicate its responsibility for the welfare of our children by hiding behind the surplus places policy. It has a duty of care in respect of our children that it has palpably failed to discharge.    The issue of surplus places in the case of Pentre has also been exaggerated. Currently the number on roll in Pentre is 104 and not 73 as stated by theBBC. This discrepancy within the proposal was pointed out to theLEAat an early stage in the consultation process but has not been amended. While we realise the issue of surplus places has to be tackled theLEAoffered no alternative proposals to closure although more cost effective solutions exist which, crucially, would not place children at risk.    We have also been dismayed by the way our campaign has been callously manipulated by political opponents of the Minister and sections of the media. Interviews we gave to theBBCin good faith on the assurance they would not be used in a political context merely demonstrated our naivety. Not only were they used in a deliberate attempt to embarrass the Minister but inaccurate statistics were broadcast nationwide to the detriment of our campaign. We were incensed to learn that theBBChad been working on this story for two days prior to the interviews.    As a group we feel the consultation process has now been prejudiced beyond recall at both local and assembly level. For us the primary issue has never been about surplus places or ministerial policies but the valid concerns for the safety and well being of our children. This is still the urgent and pressing issue that should not be lost upon all concerned."    If you would like to keep updated with and support our campaign please visit our blog  http://pentreprimary.blogspot.com    ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Thoughts - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[As I was lying around, pondering the problems of the world,<br><br>I realized that at my age I don't really give a rat's ass anymore.<br><br>.. If walking is good for your health, the postman would be immortal.<br><br>.. A whale swims all day, only eats fish, drinks water, but is still fat.<br><br>.. A rabbit runs and hops and only lives 15 years, while<br><br>.. A tortoise doesn't run and does mostly nothing, yet it lives for 150 years.<br><br>And you tell me to exercise?? I don't think so.<br><br>Just grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked,<br><br>the good fortune to remember the ones I do, and the<br><br>eyesight to tell the difference.<br><br><br>Now that I'm older here's what I've discovered:<br><br><br>1. I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it.<br><br>2. My wild oats are mostly enjoyed with prunes and all-bran.<br><br>3. I finally got my head together, and now my body is falling apart.<br><br>4. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.<br><br>5. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.<br><br>6. If all is not lost, then where the heck is it ?<br><br>7. It was a whole lot easier to get older, than to get wiser.<br><br>8. Some days, you're the top dog, some days you're the hydrant.<br><br>9. I wish the buck really did stop here, I sure could use a few of them.<br><br>10. Kids in the back seat cause accidents.<br><br>11. Accidents in the back seat cause kids.<br><br> 12. It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.<br><br>13. The world only beats a path to your door when you're in the bathroom.<br><br>14. If God wanted me to touch my toes, he'd have put them on my knees.<br><br>15. When I'm finally holding all the right cards, everyone wants to play chess.<br><br>16. It's not hard to meet expenses . . . they're everywhere.<br><br>17. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.<br><br>18. These days, I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter . . .I go somewhere to<br> get something, and then wonder what I'm "here after".<br><br>19. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.<br><br>20. HAVE I SENT THIS MESSAGE TO YOU BEFORE..........? or did I ?]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[BE A SERIAL KILLER - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[       <br>    Perhaps Id better explain      before any SWAT teams or FBI agents break down my door. This is not an incitement to violence of any kind. No, Ive not been watching too many gory horror movies but if you are a struggling writer who wants to become successful there is one thing you should very seriously consider doing. Create your own series of books.<br>  <br>    Lets be honest      writers write because they love writing but thats not the sole motivation for everyone. Shakespeare and Dickens wrote to make a living and did it very successfully! The majority of us dream of being as successful as J.K.Rowling or Amanda Hocking whatever we might say to the contrary. One thing these writers had in common was they were all pretty good at story telling and they werent bad wordsmiths either! I dont know how you compare but I do know that creating a series and building a brand is almost essential for ongoing success.       When I was a boy      the Just William books by Richmal Crompton were my favourites. On every cover there was a picture of a scruffy boy with a striped hat. He was instantly recognisable. Enid Blytons Famous Five and Secret Seven series were hugely successful. They were constructed around:       Distinctive and engaging characters who appeared in each book.      Story lines within the same genre.       Story lines that were often progressive or developed a recurringtheme.        Easily identifiable cover images.         Fast forward      and we see these same elements within series like Harry Potter and Lemony Snickett. In both cases the authors have built an easily recognisable and memorable brand. Readers who enjoyed these books would immediately want to read more and this affords authors another opportunity. It is now possible to create links within your eBooks directly back to your authors website where you can create an interest in the next book or refer readers to the complete series. Alternatively why not include a chapter from your next book at the end.<br>  <br>   Hold on! you cry, I havent finished my first book yet!       Not a problem.      Having decided to embark upon writing a series of books your brain will subconsciously begin to identify:       Possible future story lines.       Characters and their potential for development.<br>            Rather than a hindrance      the decision to write a series can provide creative motivation.    I have to mention the possible downside of course.<br>  <br>    The authors      already referred to happen to be very good authors. The danger is if your first book sucks then the concept of a series becomes counter productive. But isnt that the risk we all take when we put our work out there? I dont know if anyone will consider  Billy and The Pit ofShadows     worth reading but it wont stop me writing it. Even if it doesnt sell one copy I will have enjoyed the experience tremendously and feel a great sense of satisfaction at having completed it.       The other thing      that might be considered a downside is the cost of creating a cover for your book. It is absolutely vital you have a compelling and striking cover. Many people purchase a book because they are attracted by the cover alone. It is also important you find someone right for your book. This is a process I am currently engaged in.    Elance      provides a list of artists and graphic designers who display a showcase of their work. It is worth taking a good look until you find someone you feel can create the image that reflects your work. A Google search will also throw up a list of graphic designers and artists.      I hope I have encouraged you to get cracking on your killer series.      From Billy and The Pit of Shadows.   <br>   Sinister Mavis Trott explains what teachers do in the holidays.      Not for the squeamish! <br>  DOWNLOAD HERE.    ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Pond Life Or Writers Groups? - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[ <br>     <br>  I must admit the idea of joining a writers group or circle had never really appealed to me. My most recent experience of a writers group on Facebook served only to reinforce my negative attitude. The title of the group was what attracted me as it purported to be authors helping out other<br>  authors. It proved a misleading title.   Some, and I hasten to add not all, groups and forums bear a striking resemblance to life in a pond. Every inhabitant has its own place in the social hierarchy and protects their social status jealously. I must have really muddied the waters when I jumped in to this particular pond with both feet blazing. I had the temerity to place a link to a promotional video I had created for Google+ eXplosion a book I had written to help other authors get to grips with Google+. Incidentally it was not long before I was giving it away for free on my blog.   Apparently I had committed a social faux pas akin to breaking wind during the exchange of vows at somebodys wedding. Self promotion! You could hear the communal gasps as the ripples of outrage spread across the communal waters. One author asked what the heck else I had written anyway.   Soon other members of the group entered the fray. My motives for joining were thrown into question and my humorous attempt to defuse the situation only seemed to make matters worse.    XXX, Thanks for<br>  the welcome. I feel like a kid who just started a new school. Just hope you<br>  are not one of the milk monitors. Hmm. I have participated in this group prior<br>  to uploading the infomercial. Posts mainly from my blog.      It didnt help!   Another member accused me of having a snit fit. Im still not sure what that is.  <br>   However a certain lady  Patricia Reed  did rush to my defence and appeared to be as confused as me<br>  regarding the groups remit.   <br>  I was under the impression that this group was for "authors helping authors". . .<br>   The reason I felt compelled to share this experience is that another writer suffered the same fate at the hands of the same group only this week. (You can visit her blog    here   .) I was able to reassure her that she was not alone. The groups' response was predictable and at one point I was accused of flouncing.<br>  Anyone who knows me personally knows I do not flounce, have snit fits, or take kindly to bullies of the physical or literary variety. <br>   The point is it can be a demoralising experience to encounter criticism of a personal nature where you expected to find help and support.      It was with certain misgivings therefore that I attended the Writers Group in my local library this week. My reservation proved foundless. I spent two hours in the company of some of the most supportive and inspirational people I have met for a long time. The quality of their writing left me feeling humbled.  <br>   The group is run by Frances Berry the daughter of that great Welsh author Ron Berry. It is literally<br>  two hundred yards from my home. I would never have stumbled upon it if I hadnt been actively looking for groups so that I could tell them about    Eto   .  <br>   As much as I love the internet for the way it has opened up the world to me and allowed me to make many new friends and acquaintancest there is nothing quite like personal interaction with real people. So my advice would be, if there is a writers group near you, join it!    ]]></description>
                <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2013 13:38:30 +0000</pubDate>
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                <description><![CDATA[<br>       This is a blog for Indie writers everywhere, right? you<br>  ask.  Absolutely! I reply looking sincere.  So why is this Eto magazine you seem to be spending so much<br>  time on exclusively for Welsh writers and not everyone then? a hint of<br>  accusation in your voice.  I can best answer that by telling you a true story. I<br>  reply. <br>  So here it is   The story takes place back in the dim distant past when I still<br>  had black hair and computers hadnt begun to roam the earth. I was head teacher<br>  of a small village school at the top end of the Rhondda<br>  Valley called Blaencwm. Blaencwm<br>  nestled snugly among the mountains and if it snowed there was no way in or out.<br>  It truly was a very close knit community.  At one time a tunnel had been driven through the mountain at<br>  the top end of the village to provide easy access to places like Aberavon, a<br>  staggering feat of engineering. When the government instigated cuts to the<br>  railway network in the 60s Blaencwm was left stranded on the economic beach<br>  with no hope of the tide ever turning. My years spent in this vibrant community<br>  were among the happiest of my life.  All very nice. I hear you say. But whats the point?  One day during a drama lesson a little girl said to me. My<br>  Uncles a writer. My response was something condescending like, Thats nice.<br>  While secretly hoping it wasnt the school wall he had daubed with graffiti.  The little girls name was Elaine Berry. Her uncle was Ron<br>  Berry.  Niall Griffiths has described Ron Berrys novel SO<br>  LONG HECTOR BEBB as one of the greatest novels to come out of the twentieth century.    Ron Berry was probably living in Blaencwm, or very close by,<br>  at the time. It frustrates the hell out of me to think I could have actually<br>  met him. Here was a writer ignored by the world at large and relatively unknown<br>  in his own community. Having just read his book for the first time I realise what<br>  an opportunity was lost. Never in a million years could I hope to write<br>  something like that!  Now as a writer myself I feel a responsibility to my own<br>  community. Eto is one of the ways in which I hope to discharge that<br>  responsibility by providing a platform for local authors so that writers of<br>  the future will be less likely to suffer the fate that Ron Berry endured. A<br>  towering talent that very few people knew existed.   So having answered your question let me ask you one.  What commitment are you prepared to make to writers within<br>  your community wherever you live? <br>  As Ron said through one of his characters:    Were each and every one of us shaped for muck and glory,<br>  thank the Jesus Christ All-bloody-mighty for it an all.  ]]></description>
                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2013 12:35:54 +0000</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[How Do You Climb Your Mountain? - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[<br>     Bernard Cornwall has described writing a book as akin to climbing a mountain. Apparently he gets so far, looks back, sees a better route, retraces his footsteps and begins again. I certainlyidentify with this analogy even if I never get to the summit anywhere near as many times as he has done. One of his preferred tactics is to throw his main character into a situation in the first chapter and see what happens.A bit like real life really   How do you approach writing a book? Are you methodical and organised or do you lean towards Bernard Cornwall's trial and error method? One thing I must mention about Bernard Cromwell's approach is that at least he knows where he wants to end up. In the case of his current novela particularly significant historical event, the Battle of Poitiers. As Yogi Berra once memorably said, <br>  "You've got to be very careful if you don't know where you're going, because you<br>  might not get there."<br>     I think I know what he was trying to say!<br>  Ben Kane, another successful historical novelist takes the oppositeview. It has to be said that this was the result of bitter experiencewhen engaged on his second novel which required a major rewrite.Now he plans his work out chapter by chapter.<br> <br>  El Doctorow used this striking analogy. <br>  Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.   A meeting I had with that remarkable Welsh artist  Nicholas Evans  many years ago perhaps best illustrates my particularattitude to writing.<br> <br>  Nicholas Evans began painting when he was in his late sixties. In his obituary inThe Guardian newspaperPeter Wakelin wrote: <br>  The art world dreams of discovering the genuine original: the self-made, solitary visionary. In 1978 it found one in the railwayman and painter Nicholas Evans, who has died aged 97.<br>     I was afforded the tremendous privilege of being invited by the artist to view a painting he was currently working on. Something, his daughter Rowan told me, he had never done before. We talked and I asked how he planned outhis striking paintings. He told me he didn't. They were already there. He simply approached the blank canvas and began to paint andthey appeared.<br> <br>  Now I understand what he meant. Although he was a painter bordering on genius and I am a simple storyteller our ideas flowed from within straight onto canvas or paper. In fact Nicholas Evans rarely painted on canvas. He order his material directfrom the local hardware store! His wife, particularly unimpressed by his latebrush with fame, told me, "I wouldn't mind so much if he'd paint the house!"<br> <br>  Each writer and artist must find his own way. In the end it doesn't really matter how you reach the summit. What reallymatters is that your writing flows from within. That the route you take is your own.That it is you and not what you believe others want you to be.<br>  <br>  **************************** <br>      Billy and The Pit of Shadows Community<br>  An experiment in creating a community of readers. <br>        Last week our theme was school assemblies. Thanks to Eiry Rees Thomas for her contribution. I would love to know who the noted academic was but she won't tell me!<br>  <br>  "It's an early memory actually and happened at our village junior school where we had a gathering twice weekly before lessons for prayers:<br>  A male classmate, as it transpired, had been desperate to use the outside lavvies, but felt obliged to wait. The appropriate sound alerted us to the fact, wherby the teacher in charge of such things switched to sniff mode and made her way towards the row where I stood next to my embarrased classmate. She wore bangles on one arm from wrist to almost elbow level. These jangled in the silence and I felt rooted to the spot, lest she chose the wrong perpetrator.<br>  The 'culprit' was ceremoniously directed to the lavvies, head bowed and blushing. Such a thing would never happen these days, thankfully.<br>  I'm so pleased that my classmate rose through the ranks to become a prominent academic."<br>     This week our theme is Games.<br>  Are there games you once played that seem to have been lost. We'd love to hear about them. Why not join our community and take part in the experiment that will hopefully provide us with a template we can all work from.<br> <br>   "It had been a sunny day in late September and the conker season was already in full swing. Billy and Ross Tudor, encircled by an expectant crowd of children, were eying each other warily. Hector and Achilles preparing for battle before the glistening walls of Troy could not have been studied with more eager anticipation. What Billy remembered most about that morning however was the communal gasp of astonishment that greeted one of the rarest events ever witnessed at Valleys County Primary School."<br> <br>   From Chapter 13: The Great Conker Conflict<br>  <br>        You can find our community on Google+<br>  <br>      <br>  Click on the image to visit and join.<br>     Next Week:Countdown To Launch.<br> <br> <br> <br> <br>  ]]></description>
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                <description><![CDATA[      A little silver-haired lady calls her neighbour and says, "Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can't figure out how to get started."   Her neighbour asks, "What is it supposed to be when it's finished?"   The little silver haired lady says, "According to the picture on the box, it's a rooster."   Her neighbour decides to go over and help with the puzzle.   She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table.   He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her and says,   "First of all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster."   He takes her hand and says, "Secondly, I want you to relax. Let's have a nice cup of tea, and then," he said with a deep sigh .............       "Let's put all the cornflakes back in the box."      ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[What A Plonker! - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[<br>          In the immortal words  ofDel Boy  "What a plonker! " If you arewondering who I'm talking about wonder no longer, to quote Miss Piggy,  "It's moi!".  By the middle of last week I was feeling really despondant. I thought my idea of exploring the possibility of using the Google+ Community feature to create a generic template all others can use to do the same thing (a la G.H.Gaines)was one that some of you might find worth considering. Apparently not. While my good friend Eiry and Mickey Peluso both supported the idea they didn't actually join the Community. What hadI done wrong?<br> <br>    If you want people to come to your party  you have to send them an invite right? For some reason my invites were not sent. I looked up Google+ Help, whichI find a bit techie to be truthful, and eventually arrived at this solution. It may be the way you want to go also.<br> <br>    I   discovered  that if you have a Google+ Page that Page can create its own Community.<br>   If you haven't got a Google+ Page it's easy enough to create one. I decided to opt for my    Kindle Authors Page    as it encompassed writers in general and not one specific genre. <br> <br>    Next  I created a Community - all the links for creating communities and pages are on the left hand side. It's a very simple process. Just make sure when you are creating your Community you select whether you want it to be available to everyone or just a select group as this cannot be changed afterwards.<br> <br>   At the last count the  Billy and The Pit of Shadows Community  has 13 members. I am starting to feel better already!<br> <br>    There is little point  in establishing a community if you do not engage with your members and encourage them to engage with each other. Keeping in mind our primary purpose is to promote our book. How do we start?<br> <br>    IDENTIFY POINTS OF CONTACT  - As  Billy and The Pit of Shadows  has a child as its central character there arepotentially many commonthemes we can explore from within the story.     School Assemblies.    School Trips    Playground Games    Bullying    Schools and Teachers.    Relatives I loved.    Childhood Myths    Subjects I Hated etc.    FriendsI Remember       There is enough  common ground there to hopefully inspire engagement and involvement. Although you are essentially promoting your book you are also helping to create a dynamic community that you will genuinely enjoy being part of for its own sake.<br> <br>    We have all suffered , endured or enjoyed school assemblies at one time or another. Chapter Two of  Billy and The Pit of Shadows is entitled  The Best Assembly Ever . This affords me the opportunity to showcase some of my work and get other members involved. First I post the chapter to the community andask them to post an account of a particular memorable school assembly for whatever reason.<br> <br>    Eiry, bless her , has already emailed an account of what must have been an excruciatingly embarassing experience for one child. Once she has joined the CommunityEiry can post it direct. Later I will also showcase some of the posts on this blog.<br> <br>    There are other ways  we can engage and we shall consider and develop these over the coming weeks. So if you have not already joined Billy and The Pit of Shadows why not pop over to Kindle Authors and accept the invite? I look forward to welcoming you.<br><br>     "Billy stooped down, picked up a handful of gravel and flung it at Nan's window. It clattered against the glass echoing down the narrow street. Billy half expected to see the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse come charging wildly out of the night just like the Visiting Speaker had told them in assembly. Lots of children complained of nightmares for weeks after. Mr Meredith didn't ask him back, which disappointed Billy. It had been much better than normal assemblies, especially when Kayleigh Williams started to cry."         From Chapter Two: The Best Assembly Ever        Thecomplete chapter is now available in the Billy and The Pit of Shadows Community. <br> <br>    Next Week  we consider how we go about planning our novels.    <br>        <br>  ]]></description>
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                <description><![CDATA[<br>          In the immortal words  ofDel Boy  "What a plonker! " If you arewondering who I'm talking about wonder no longer, to quote Miss Piggy,  "It's moi!".  By the middle of last week I was feeling really despondant. I thought my idea of exploring the possibility of using the Google+ Community feature to create a generic template all others can use to do the same thing (a la G.H.Gaines)was one that some of you might find worth considering. Apparently not. While my good friend Eiry and Mickey Peluso both supported the idea they didn't actually join the Community. What hadI done wrong?<br> <br>    If you want people to come to your party  you have to send them an invite right? For some reason my invites were not sent. I looked up Google+ Help, whichI find a bit techie to be truthful, and eventually arrived at this solution. It may be the way you want to go also.<br> <br>    I   discovered  that if you have a Google+ Page that Page can create its own Community.<br>   If you haven't got a Google+ Page it's easy enough to create one. I decided to opt for my    Kindle Authors Page    as it encompassed writers in general and not one specific genre. <br> <br>    Next  I created a Community - all the links for creating communities and pages are on the left hand side. It's a very simple process. Just make sure when you are creating your Community you select whether you want it to be available to everyone or just a select group as this cannot be changed afterwards.<br> <br>   At the last count the  Billy and The Pit of Shadows Community  has 13 members. I am starting to feel better already!<br> <br>    There is little point  in establishing a community if you do not engage with your members and encourage them to engage with each other. Keeping in mind our primary purpose is to promote our book. How do we start?<br> <br>    IDENTIFY POINTS OF CONTACT  - As  Billy and The Pit of Shadows  has a child as its central character there arepotentially many commonthemes we can explore from within the story.     School Assemblies.    School Trips    Playground Games    Bullying    Schools and Teachers.    Relatives I loved.    Childhood Myths    Subjects I Hated etc.    FriendsI Remember       There is enough  common ground there to hopefully inspire engagement and involvement. Although you are essentially promoting your book you are also helping to create a dynamic community that you will genuinely enjoy being part of for its own sake.<br> <br>    We have all suffered , endured or enjoyed school assemblies at one time or another. Chapter Two of  Billy and The Pit of Shadows is entitled  The Best Assembly Ever . This affords me the opportunity to showcase some of my work and get other members involved. First I post the chapter to the community andask them to post an account of a particular memorable school assembly for whatever reason.<br> <br>    Eiry, bless her , has already emailed an account of what must have been an excruciatingly embarassing experience for one child. Once she has joined the CommunityEiry can post it direct. Later I will also showcase some of the posts on this blog.<br> <br>    There are other ways  we can engage and we shall consider and develop these over the coming weeks. So if you have not already joined Billy and The Pit of Shadows why not pop over to Kindle Authors and accept the invite? I look forward to welcoming you.<br><br>     "Billy stooped down, picked up a handful of gravel and flung it at Nan's window. It clattered against the glass echoing down the narrow street. Billy half expected to see the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse come charging wildly out of the night just like the Visiting Speaker had told them in assembly. Lots of children complained of nightmares for weeks after. Mr Meredith didn't ask him back, which disappointed Billy. It had been much better than normal assemblies, especially when Kayleigh Williams started to cry."         From Chapter Two: The Best Assembly Ever        Thecomplete chapter is now available in the Billy and The Pit of Shadows Community. <br> <br>    Next Week  we consider how we go about planning our novels.    <br>        <br>  ]]></description>
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                <description><![CDATA[<br>          I know I keep banging on  about it like a drummer from a punk band but independent authors simply have to promote their own work. How, is the problem. There are so many ways a writer can dissipate his/her time for very little reward that could have beenspent on our primary function of writing. Some of the promotional activities can also be costly and largely ineffective. Time spent writing never is, as that is how we develop our craft.<br>   <br>    Sadly, if you want to  make a living and get yourself noticed you have to promote. Last week we took a look at teaser videos that don't have to be hi tech to be very effective. This week let's consider a new opportunity being afforded by Google+ that we can turn to our advantage - the Google+ Community. I believe this feature has enormous potential for the writer. <br>   <br>    Ok, so what is a Google+ Community and what opportunities does it offer? <br>   <br>   First let's look at Google's definition of a community:  <br>    "Google+ communities are places for people to get together and talk about the interests that they share." <br>     <br>     <br>            Joining a communityis easy.  Simply click on the community icon and a list of communities that have already been created will come up.   I have already joined several that are of interest to me. I also wanted to see how others organise the communities they have created and what they did to engage with members. For authors wanting to build a readership the key wordis engagement.<br>   <br>    If we can engage effectively with a potential readership while in the process of writing our book think how powerful a motivational force that can be. Dickens wrote his novels almost as 'soaps' with an engaged fan base just waiting for the next episode. He didn't simply sit down and decide to write a classic. So that's one possible way we have thought of already - what about offering our book to our community in instalments. First of course we have to create an engaged community!  <br>         We may be jumping ahead  of ourselves a little. One of the communities I joined recentlywas  Indie Readers and Writers . The trouble with these kind of communities and forums is thatthey can oftenbeoverwhelmedby people who use them simply to promote their own work and not to engage in any sort of meaningful way with other members. "But", you may ask, "isn't that what you said we must do, promote our work?" TRUE! Unfortunately blatant self-promotion can often be a complete turn off.  <br>      Following the example  of W.H Gaines I decided to create a community for my book 'Billy and The Pit of Shadows'. Obviously creating a community for your book will not initially attract as many members as would a more generic title but it has the advantage of :    <br>  Being up front about your intentions   <br>  Forcing you to be more innovative in engaging your membership in a meaningful way.   <br>  Is more manageable and enables your community to grow as you write your book.       Creating a community  is the easy part. Click on the communities icon and a page like this will appear giving you the opportunity to Join or Create a community.  <br>            You need to give some thought  about how you will engage your community as this will be the key as to whether your community will thrive or shrivel.<br> <br>    Billy and The Pit of Shadows  is a paranormal adventure for children of all ages set in the South Wales Valleys. The main character Billy is nine years old. One of the first things Ididwas  identify points of contacts within the story  that people might genuinely find interesting because they can relate to it themselves.  You must genuinely seek and want interaction with your members . <br> <br>    For example  one chapter is set around a school assembly. This affords me the opportunity to engage my community by asking if they can remember anyassemblies thatstand out in their memoriesfor whatever reason. The most embarrassing, boring, funniestetc. The point is I genuinely want to hear about them so I can feature them on my blog. HopefullyI will be able to provide more ideas as I wrestle with the task of creating a vibrant and involved community.<br> <br>    IMHO there is no point  in seeking members if you do not have a plan of engagement mapped out. Once you have it is time to start inviting members to the community. Invite friends form Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads and, wait for it. . . your blog. This is where YOU get the invite to join. If I am going to conduct a meaningful exercise in assessing the potential of Google+ communities as a promotional tool for authors I need your involvement.<br> <br>   What does this entail:    <br>  Join the community.   <br>  Interact and respond to initiatives. e.g the school assembly.   <br>  Give feedback and suggestions.      Together we can create a model that can become  an effective promotional tool  for everyone.<br><br>   One word of warning.  The only danger in creating a community around your book is that if it's not that well written or it doesn't grab the reader then the exercise will be counter productive. But it's probably better to discover that sooner rather than later!<br> <br> <br>   <br>     ]]></description>
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                <description><![CDATA[<br>        Let me be clear from the outset. I HAVE NOT wandered into the fifty shades of definitely grey areas populated by E L James wannabees. Nor is this blog adopting a Page 3 feature. But let me ask you one thing, "Did the picture attract your attention?" The honest answer is probably YESalthough the reactions willdefinitely embrace more than fifty shades.  <br>  One very important technique every author can learn from the picture is the art of being able to tease your potential readers into becoming fans. I am not suggesting weinsert similar pictures of ourselves on the back cover. In my case that would be like trying to attract vegetarians to McDonalds. What we need to do is learn the art of teasing our potential audience in wanting to know more.  <br>     We all know the critical importance of having a first paragraph that attracts attention. Something like,   <br>     "   Jack stood in the sparsely populated supermarket cafeteria contemplating the best way to kill his mother. He eventually settled on a stake through the heart<br>  swiftly followed by a generous sprinkling of holy water. Rose would happily<br>  minister the water, holy or otherwise. "     <br>  From 'The Lift' - You can read the full story in the first edition of ETO. Available March 1st (See what I did there?)  <br>  There is also the art of using 'the snippet' to arouse interest just as Chris Keil did for his contribution to the first edition of ETO:   <br>   It turned out Jack was a movie producer, semi-retired. We traded a few names. He thought hed met Hugo, probably at an awards evening. Adrienne had moved over to the glass wall, leaning against it, staring out into the colonnaded terrace. She turned, aware that I was watching her, catching my eye and smiling.<br>   And Jimbo? Jack said. Jimbo Johnson? I shook my head.<br>   I dont think so.<br>   A legend, Jack said. You should look him up, tell him I sent you. He gestured at Adrienne and she refilled our glasses. Come to that, Ill be talking to him this week, I could ask him down, the two of you could meet.<br>   Im going to fuck your wife, I said to Jack, breathing the words into the rim of my glass, the champagne effervescing under my nose like the onset of laughter.<br>    chris keil 2013    <br>     When I read this I wanted to know what happened next. Then I wished I'd written it myself! I did ask Chris if I could use it the next time I went to my local pub. He graciously consented. I did explain I would have to substitute 'semi retired hobbler' for 'movie producer' and 'lager' for 'chamapagne' as well as make bloody sure the hobbler in question didn't hear me!      But there are other ways to entice readers to you book. What about a teaser trailer you see when you go to the movies? YouTube is a great social media tool for getting a simple video out there. It doesn't have to be all computer generated images as I learnt this week from G.H.Gaines. he has show that this type of teaser marketing is accessible to everyone who has something to offer.   <br>    G.H. writes in the Science Fiction genre. His video really gripped me and made me want to read more. And you know what? There isn't a single picture in it. You can view it    here   .    <br>    G.H. has also established a Google Community for his book. Yet another way of gathering potential customers even before your book is written.   <br>  <br>     <br> <br>   ]]></description>
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                <description><![CDATA[WE WAS BRUNG UP PROPER !!<br><br>"And we never had a whole Mars bar until 1993"!!!<br><br>CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE<br>1930-39 &amp; 1940's to 1950's<br>First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank sherry while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos...<br>They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, bread and dripping, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.<br>Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.<br><br>We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.<br>As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.<br>We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.<br>Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nandos.<br>Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on a Sunday, somehow we didn't starve to death!<br>We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.<br>We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers and Bubble Gum.<br>We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter,milk from the cow,and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......<br>WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!<br>We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.<br>No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O..K.<br>We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.<br>We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii , X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY ,<br>no video/dvd films, or colour TV<br>no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!<br><br>We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no<br>Lawsuits from these accidents.<br><br>Only girls had pierced ears!<br><br>We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.<br><br>You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time....<br><br>We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,<br><br>We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!<br>Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet because we didn't need to keep up with the Jones's!<br><br>Not everyone made the rugby/football/cricket/netball team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on<br>MERIT<br><br>Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes and throw the blackboard rubber at us if they thought we weren't concentrating ...<br>We can string sentences together and spell and have proper conversations because of a good, solid three R's education.<br>Our parents would tell us to ask a stranger to help us cross the road.<br>The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.<br>They actually sided with the law!<br><br>Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla'<br><br>We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO<br>DEAL WITH IT ALL !<br><br><br>And YOU are one of them!<br>CONGRATULATIONS!<br>You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.<br>And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.PS -The big type is because your eyes are not too good at your age anymore]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Let's Hear It For The Teachers - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[          In schools up and down the country there is a hive of activity underway. Stress levels are high and artistic tempraments strained to thebreaking pointas rehearsals for Christmas nativity plays and productions hit full swing. Headteachers and Prinicpals everywhere lock the office door, take refuge in darkened stockrooms or tinker with the photocopier as they vainly attempt to avoid harrassed staff and the inevitable post-production confrontations.     Every year , whether as a headteacher, parent or now grandparent, I never cease to marvel at the energy, talent and dedication displayed by teachers as they juggle their top heavy workloads and still manage to produce something special.     Inevitably there will be hiccups. As when the innkeeper magnanimously proclaimed there was plenty of room in the inn. Or the occasion when one of the shepherds drop-kicked the lamb into the audience and completely stole the show. One of my very favourite moments was when the three kings got lost in one of the adjacent classrooms and a search party had to be despatched while the angels waited impatiently in the wings.    So, particularly at this time of year, lets hear it for the teachers!     Teaching has to be  the most influential profession of all. For most of the year we entrust the most treasured possession we have into their care. We trust them with the future of our nation expecting them to be role models, mentors and inspirational guides.     Often maligned  and subjected to the dictates of politicians with their own personal agendas they persevere to do their best for the children in their charge. I have to smile when those in power pontificate that schools and teachers should have high aspirations for children and ensure they instill a 'can do' attitude. I agree they are absolute prerequisites for success but they seem to ignore their own advice when their favoured method of dealing with the teaching profession is to berate and set up structures that enable schools and children to be laboured as failures.     What has all this to do with writing?  It is good to know that many teachers from diverse backgrounds are also authors or bloggers. Not only do they provide a very positive role model but they are also invariably inspirational individuals we hope our children are fortunate tocome intocontact with.     Below are just some of the teachers who have turned their hand to writing in various capacities. Some are retired, some have become full time authors and all come from very different backgrounds and write in a variety of genres. One thing they have in common is they deserve our warm appreciation so please click on their image and get to know the writer behind the teacher. You will not be disappointed!     Let's Hear It For The Teachers . . .           Carol Ekster        Shane Paceli        Robin Woods        Susan Breen                                                        Andrew Cowley        Caroline Russell        Rhys Chamberlain        Patrick Egan                                                        Kimbo        J Thomas Ross        Claire Evans        Megan Hands                                                        Daniel Kenyon        C L Davies        Greg Gagliardi        Stephanie Thomas                                                        Stephen Ames Berry        Barry Cooper        Jules Carey        Jane Freeman                                                        Cathy Czepiel        James Vernon        David Fleming        Dicy McCullough                                                                      The featured image is borrowed from  http://www.toybox.org.uk <br>   When you buy Toybox Christmas cards you are helping street children in Latin America, and honouring the homeless child at the heart of the Christmas story        Over the next few weeks I am going to be very busy painting backdrops for nativity plays, standing in for Santa in several local schools and attending my grandson's various concerts. I have also been invited to New York as a guest of The City Bar Entertainments Committee who are sponsoring a concert reading of 'A Christmas Carol Revisited' for charity. Unfortunately I doubt if I will have the time (or money) to be able to attend. I will try and get another couple of posts out before Christmas but it will be difficult and I make no promises.    If you have any nativity stories please post them to me at phil@helpyourchildsucceed.com and I will feature them. THANKS ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Ghost Stories - Are They In Decline? - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[        Christmas is  traditionally a time for sitting around a log fire and telling ghost stories. These days central heating has mostlyreplaced the log fire but what about theseasonal ghost story? Is that also going the same way? From my list of 3,763 Mutual Twitter Followers I could only find a handful prepared to tag their work as 'ghost stories'. Is this because the ghost story is seen as old hat or has this particular sub-genre been immersed in the ever growing Paranormal and Fantasy genre?  I'd be interested to know what you think.<br>   Ibelieve a well written  ghost story can send shivers down the spine like nothing else. The imagination is probably the brain'smost powerful attribute.The images that can be conjured in our mind by a creaking door or a flickering candle far surpass the most graphic description that can flow from a writers pen. That's why I find it so sad that when we think of great ghosts stories we invariable have to delve into the past.<br>   M.R.James  is one who immediately springs to mind as a master of the craft. As evidence of my claim you may wish to view Robert Powell's reading of  'The Mezzotint' .<br>                       Hooked?    If you are then here is Part 2.                         If you enjoyed this story you might well want to read some of the stories that M.R. James himself found scary. They are:     1. " The Open Door "  by  Mrs Olliphant        2. " The Upper Berth "  by  F. Marion Crawford      3. " The Familiar "  by  Sheridan Le Fanu      4. " The Red Lodge "  by  H. R. Wakefield  <br>   5. " The White and the Black "  by  Erckmann-Chatrian     Two of my favourite ghost stories are Dickens  'A Christmas Carol'  and W.W. Jacobs  'The Monkey's Paw' . If anyone has not read or seen an adaptation of Henry James  'The Turn of the Screw'  where have you been? This is definitely a must read. More authors synonymous with ghost stories include many great names in the history of English literature:<br>   Algernon Blackwood    Ambrose Bierce    Washington Irving    Shirley Jackson    Edgar Allan Poe    Edith Wharton <br>  Where are the indie authors to take up this challenge?  Well, I've found a few.         Read A Ghost Story This Christmas                 Mardi Orlandi<br>       A Secret Society An Abandoned Church And a Shadow Brought together by their mysterious gifts, seven teenagers have been stranded in no-time by their Secret Society. In an abandoned church they find a gathering of ghosted orphans, trapped for over one hundred years. To free these ghosts they will need to discover each of their identities, and to do that, this group of misfits will need to face the secrets that have haunted their own lives. It is the only way they will survive. And time is running out. A haunting fantasy, Secrets of Ghosts will intrigue those of us who like to seek amongst the<br> shadows.                                  Peter Shapiro     Peter David Shapiro was born in Montreal, Canada, and emigrated to the US after completing graduate school at Stanford. Before writing his debut suspense novel, Ghosts on the Red Line, he toiled as a management consultant serving clients around the world. Harry West, his protagonist in Ghosts on the Red Line is by amazing coincidence also a consultant. Harry West also plays the leading role in The Trail of Money, the prequel to Ghosts on the Red Line, a suspense novel about money laundering and murder in Hong Kong that was released in October 2012.                         Suzy Turner   Adopted sisters Lana Beth and Emma Jane are polar opposites, but when the same strange 'tattoo' suddenly appears and winds its way up their bodies within days of each other, they soon realize there's more to their relationship than they could ever have imagined.Sent off to London for two weeks of 'work experience', the Morgan Sisters soon find themselves being initiated into the ancient Praxos Foundation, one that protects the innocent while fighting evil, both human and supernatural. At the same time, Lana Beth and Emma Jane must also investigate why the sweet but sometimes pesky ghost of Josiah Grimshaw just won't leave them alone.                         Douglas R Cobb   Join the world's best-known and most beloved terrier/pterodactyl, Lily, her fourteen-year-old "owner," Celeste Quince, and the rest of PAWS (Private Army of Warrior Sleuths), Fuzzy Wally MacGee (a Chinese Crested/rhino), Lucy armoset<br> Higgins (a Great Dane/orangutan), and Prince Alphonse Saed (a miniature dachsund/Mountain Lion) as they attempt to foil the latest plans of the scarlet Macaw Frankie Sinister and the Scarlet SNURFLES. The claim they want to develop an alternative energy source, but when the ghosts of Arkansas start disappearing from their favorite haunts, it looks like it's a case for Lily, Celeste, and PAWS. How can they say "No," when the request comes from the "Bandit Queen," the ghost of Belle Starr? Read about their exciting and often humorous sleuthing<br> adventures as they travel throughout Arkansas encountering ghosts (both good and diabolically evil) ! Also, be sure to read the first book in the exciting new series, Lily, Unleashed!                        William Meikle   Between 1878 and 1879 the small town of Amherst in Nova Scotia sees of one of the strangest cases of poltergeist activity in history.A local girl, Esther Cox becomes the focus of night terrors, rappings, unexplained fires and more.<br> What is the cause of this outbreak of psychic disturbances? No one<br> knows. But Esther has a secret. And that secret might just destroy her.                             Dr Ann Nyland     Am y Stuart is a journalist and blogger for a paranormal magazine.She<br> doesn't wear black leather; she can't kick butt; she doesn't have supernatural powers.But she does have one skill: while wearing shapewear and with her reading glasses perched on her nose, she can out-research the best of them, especially when her caffeine levels are high.When sent to England to write articles on Sir Francis Dashwood's Hellfire Club, Amy uncovers a link between the alchemist Nicholas Flamel, the nineteenth century occultists and the Hellfire Caves which endangers her own life. Can her research skills save the<br> world from at least one dastardly killer?<br> The Dashwood Haunting is the first book in the Amy Stuart Occult Mystery series.                       Ann Swann       What do you do when a phantom needs your help?A small plane crashes into Jase's backyard, and before long, he realizes the ghost of the pilot is haunting him. Jase needs help to rid himself of this supernatural visitor. When he sees his friend, Stevie, entering the town's legendary haunted house, he's certain she's the one who will have the answer to his problem. But will she help him?<br> Would you?                     Phil Rowlands   For media mogul Clinton Ebenezer Scrooge III this Christmas Eve will be unlike any other. He is about to embark on the most terrifying journey of his life. It is a journey in which he must confront a painful past before he can begin to right terrible wrongs, before he can know redemption. A journey that leads to a place he left long ago, a place where hope abandoned a<br> lost child forever. Tonight Scrooge will discover that the past cannot be erased by power but is he prepared to pay the price demanded for his salvation?                 Manhattan<br> Plays Host to Contemporary Urban Adaption of Dickenss A Christmas Carol.        Adapted<br> and published by Welsh writer, Philip Rowlands,  A Christmas Carol: Revisited is set to make its debut concert reading in New York this December. Thrusting Ebenezer<br> Scrooge into modern day Manhattan, could Rowlands adaption open a new chapter<br> for this timeless classic?        Tonypandy,<br> Wales       Like all<br> good things in life, the passage of times bring a need for change. Nobody<br> believes this more than Welsh author Philip Rowlands, whose contemporary<br> adaption of Charles Dickenss A Christmas Carol is taking the literary world<br> by storm. In fact, the story has been so popular that it is about to make its<br> debut concert reading in New York City.      A Christmas Carol Revisited takes<br> Dickenss original story and drops it into to modern-day Manhattan. Ironically,<br> the storys concert reading will take place in the same city, being performed<br> at The House of the Bar on December 19     th       However, before making its impressive<br> trip across the Atlantic, Rowlands adaptation enjoyed an abundance of<br> home-grown success. The book was featured on BBC Radio Wales last November,<br> being awarded a positive critique by radio host Roy Noble. As Rowlands<br> explains, the positive feedback generated an urge to spread the word      Earlier this year I decided to email the secretaries of Charles<br> Dickens Societies around the world. The most exciting of all the responses was<br> the one received from The Entertainment Committee of the New York City Bar<br> Association. They requested permission to sponsor a Concert Reading of my book,<br> which has now been planned for this December, he says.      The performance is taking place on a one-off, non-commercial basis,<br> with attendees being asked to voluntarily contribute something in a '5'<br> denomination for a children's charity.      Rowlands is delighted that his book is getting the attention and<br> acclaim many feel it deserves, something he hopes Dickens himself would approve<br> of.      I tried to consider what issues Dickens would have written about<br> today, hence my decision to set the story in New York and not London. America<br> has long since assumed the mantle once worn by the British Empire and has been<br> at the heart of most of the major global events of the 21st Century, he adds.      Attention has even been garnered by noted figures in the literary<br> world, including writer Nigel Crowle. He commented, I thought it was very,<br> very, good indeed. Phil put a new twist to it. It was great. .He's got some<br> great imagery. . .fantastic. . . I loved it.       The Concert Reading of A Christmas Carol: Revisited will take place<br> at The House of the Bar on December 19 th , Manhattan, New York City, between 18:00  20:00.         To mark the event and in support of the children's charities involved FREE copies of A Christmas CarolRevisited will be availableon AMAZON this December.       PRESS RELEASE                ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[The Counter Revolution - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[ Great poets and authors have always pushed the boundaries of what may be considered good taste.  The following poet is no exception. Many of you may find his poem morally offensive and therefore I would like to make the following observations:  1. 'Glyn Scott' is NOT  my pen name. He is much older and uglier than me. Pictorial evidence is provided below.  2. No penises were harmed or compromised in the making of this poem.  3. If you are easily offended (or female) please DO NOT READ BEYOND THIS POINT.  4. No money exchanged hands in the promotion of this poem (yet).       PICTORIAL EVIDENCE in support of my previous observations.  PLEASE  DO NOT READ BEYOND THIS POINT  IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED.  THIS IS  YOUR LAST CHANCE     YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!    HERE GOES. . .   The Counter Revolution.<br> <br>  We march like ancient warriors<br>  along the rugged track,<br>  To another field of battle<br>  There is no looking back.<br> <br>  Our hearts are strong and wilful<br>  Our hopes continue on<br>  We are the veterans rugby team<br>  Whose muscles have all gone.<br> <br>  The game begins and in no time,<br>  we are praying for a rest<br>  No violent scrums we settle in<br>  like hens upon a nest.<br> <br>  The referee has abandoned hope<br>  of controlling this debacle,<br>  Our collective aim is to a man<br>  avoid having to tackle.<br> <br>  Spectators few in number<br>  There for memories sake<br>  Stand and issue platitudes<br>  Like mourners at a wake.<br> <br>  Our wives abandon us to chance<br>  Of ever coming back<br>  They see the pain that has no gain<br>  and give us constant flack.<br> <br>  They say we men are obsolete<br>  Mars usurped by Venus<br>  Our worth is measured only<br>  by the short length of our penis.<br> <br>  They demean us daily<br>  saying boys they will be boys,<br>  then replace us in the marital sack<br>  with a range of sexual toys.<br> <br>  Yet we will fight on valiantly<br>  sod our feminine side<br>  We owe it to our brave young sons<br>  To avoid the manhood slide.<br> <br>  So hardy veterans every where<br>  Play on, theres no game finer.<br>  Against the ever growing threat<br>  The march of the vagina.<br> <br>  So get up off your knees, man<br>  Support your local club.<br>  If she says be home by six<br>  her demanding you must snub.<br> <br>  Give her both barrels, my son<br>  Reduce her to a pallor<br>  and you and I will one day share<br>  a brew in old Valhalla   Glyn   Scott <br>  The Ruptured Bard.   P.S.  I f by some remote chance some of you enjoyed this poem let me know and I'll buy Glyn a pint next Monday when we meet for lunch.  If, as I strongly suspect, you find the tone of this poem morally reprehensible please forward me your comments on a blank 20 note and I will ensure the poet is made aware of how much he has offended your sensibilties.  I canhowever personally vouch for the fact that he was severely ruptured while researching this poem. Great poets must be prepared to suffer for their art. ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Christmas - An Inspirational Season For Writers - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[<br>          I knew  Christmas was just around the corner when the headmaster of the school my grandson attends called me into his office last week. Whatcould Isay but yes? I supposeI've grown into the role over the years! What a joy to be able to ask your grandchild whathe wants for Christmas. If the answer is too expensive I always have the option of explaining the elves are in dispute with the management so he might have to settle for another football! Last year was easy - he was onlyfive - but this year I know I'm going to come under more intensescrutiny. Let's just hope he doesn't start peeping under my beard. I'll have to change my deodorant though as last yearhe commented that"Father Christmas smelt just like you Bampa!"<br><br>   Christmas is also  an opportunity for writers to relaunch any books with a Christmas related theme. Goodreads has listed its top 20 favourite fictional Christmas Books. Click on the image below to view it for yourself but before you do, try and guess which book you think would be top of the list. My guess was that perennial favourite, and my personal number one, Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol. I was astonished to find I was wrong. See if you fare any better.<br>  <br>       <br>    <br>   I was delighted  to see that listed among them was Dylan Thomas'  A Child's Christmas In Wales  not just because I'm biased but because it is a magical book. Christmas seems to have inspired many fantastic stories. So much so that the classic fairytale  The Snow Queen  by Hans Christian Anderson did not even make the top 20. I was also astounded that one of my favourite stories that was turned into a smash hit BBC serial never even got a mention. John Masefiled's  The Box of Delights  is truly a delight. If you have never read it then give yourself a treat this Christmas. Also do all you can to get a copy of the BBC DVD starring the late great Patrick Troughton. Christmas still provides inspiration for stories from contemporary authors like the ones featured in this blog that embrace many genres.  <br>    <br>       <br>    <br>   Probably the most  famous Christmas character after the Infant Jesus and Santa Claus is Ebenezer Scrooge the hardened old miser who found redemption and joy in the season of Hope and Forgiveness.I have always been fascinated by this particular character and it was one of the motivational factors behind my own particular Christmas story contribution  A Christmas Carol Revisited.  Set in contemporary Manhattan it attempts to explore issues that Dickens may well have written about were he alive today. Here is Ebenezer Clinton Scrooge III's take on Christmas as he watches the bustling sidewalk crowds from his penthouse eyrie.  <br>   "Scrooge gazed out of the window. Somewhere<br> below, the river flowed blacker than the Styx through the citys dark heart<br> into the eternal depths of the poisoned oceans. But Scrooges eyes were fixed<br> upon another river. The unceasing flow of humanity condemned as surely to<br> follow the course of existence to its inevitable conclusion as the river was<br> compelled to flow into the embrace of the blind and restless sea.       Christmas held out hope that the journey<br> was not in vain. That was one of the reasons he despised it. Christmas was for<br> the weak, for sentimental fools who had never grasped that salvation in this<br> world was something to be wrung forcefully from lifes unwilling grip. Once the<br> presents had been opened and the parties were over what was left apart from<br> hangovers and a bigger overdraft? He smiled. He was above that now, had been<br> for years. Just as detached and aloof as the gigantic reflection of himself<br> superimposed on the vista upon which he cast such a scornful eye." <br>    <br>      <br>  <br>    <br>    Ghost stories  are aso a great Christmas Tradition so next week we'll take a look at some Indie authors who write within this genre.   <br><br>       <br>  The first of our authors with a Christmas theme is  Carol DeVaney.   <br>         Her novel is entitled  'A Smoky Mountain Christmas' . <br>  Tina Cole has one goal: to take back control of her life. Falling in love isn't<br> part of the bargain. On the rebound from a fizzled relationship, she lands on<br> writer Hank Gordon's doorstep and finds that everything she thought she wanted<br> out of life means nothing without love.<br>  Recently divorced and disillusioned<br> by love, Hank Gordon has sworn off women. He isn't in the mood to entertain a<br> woman with an attitude who frustrates him more than any woman hes ever met.<br> Hanks novel deadline is twenty-four hours away and he's cut off from the world<br> with no phone or email service, and a beautiful, aggravating crazy woman to<br> distract him. If Hank thinks his life couldn't get any worse, he's wrong. Not<br> only is he baby-sitting a sassy Southern princess who has no idea what a kitchen<br> is for, but two escaped convicts turn up at the cabin, while Hanks horse is<br> about to foal.<br>   A Smoky Mountain Christmas  is available on Amazon Kindle. Click the image to access the book.  <br>       <br>  The next author is the exotically named  'PY Lab' .<br><br>        <br>   Her Christmas offering is  'A Chinese Christmas Carol' .<br>  After giving birth to her daughter, Joies world begins to fall apart as she becomes a whole different person. She is not the happy person that she once was. One evening, she meets a woman, and from then onwards, she finds herself re-living specific moments of her painful childhood past.  <br>       <br>  Our third author is  Christopher Lord  and his book is entitled  The Christmas Carol Murders .  <br>         <br>     Its the holiday season in Dickens Junction, Oregon. Local bookstore owner Simon Alastair is getting ready for the communitys annual celebration of Charles Dickenss well-known story. But when a mysterious stranger shows up in the Junction and is murdered hours later, Simon begins to suspect that his little community has been targeted for destruction by a shadowy organization. And why is everyone suddenly reading Ayn Rand?   <br>  Christopher's novel has received rave reviews on Amazon.  <br>       <br>     [ The Christmas Carol Murders ] is full of love for books...readers will<br> eat it up. Full of homespun characters and curious goings-on, Lord's mystery is<br> a love letter to both Dickens and to the small town amateur detectives who've<br> kept the peace in hamlets from River Heights to Cabot Cove.<br><br> -  Chelsea<br> Cain , New York Times best-selling thriller writer<br><br> A delicious romp<br> through the world of Dickens wonderfully imagined in the 21st century by<br> Christopher Lord.  The Christmas Carol Murders  has it all: mystery,<br> eccentric characters galore and a touch of frivolity. You don't have to be a<br> Dickens fan to fall in love...<br><br> -  Margaret Coel , New York Times<br> bestselling author of  Buffalo Bill's Dead<br><br> "...a different, yet<br> delightful, type of cozy mystery...coupling old fashioned values with  au<br> courant  perspectives and literary interests... The Christmas Carol<br> Murders  is one treat you won't need to beg for! Just go out and get it or<br> gift wrap it up for a friend!<br><br>  -  Audrey Lawrence , Fresh Fiction<br> (tinyurl.com/9ocubkf)<br><br> Lord [brings] this story to life in an old<br> fashioned kind of way with a modern day twist...The murders were tastefully<br> done...[Lord] had me guessing to the very end...Mr. Lord writes with passion,<br> pulling you into the story, not letting you go until the end, leaving you<br> wanting more. I say he has a hit on his hands.<br><br>  -  Robin ,<br> Romancing the Book <br><br>     NOW: One to look out for:     <br>        Kelly S Gamble <br>    Her darkly humorous Christmasnovel  They Call Me Crazy  is due for release this December.  <br>   Roland Adams was just a good ol' boy from Deacon, Kansas. When his wife, Cass, is found trying to dump his body in the Spring River, the town can only come to one conclusion: She's crazy. Certifiable. Always has been.<br><br>  While Cass' big city lawyer fights for her freedom, Cass' life unfolds, as do her odd relationships with her worm-farming brother-in-law, her psychic grandmother, her gold-digging sister, and her estranged best friend ... her only friend, a promiscuous fifth grade teacher. What binds them together has also torn them apart, and their secrets may be the key to Cass' deliverance.<br><br>  But Roland is the only one who has all of the answers. And he's not talking. <br><br>    They Call Me Crazy  is due to hit the shelves this December.  <br>   Good Luck Kelly <br><br>    NEXT WEEK:  Ghost Stories For Christmas  <br>  <br>    <br><br>   <br>   <br>  ]]></description>
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                <title><![CDATA[Requiem For A Lost Youth by Glyn Scott - @philip-stephen-rowlands]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[This was written by my good friend Glyn Scott from Barry.I never could find them. Every week was the same.Wheres my rugby boots , love? last minute as usual.Where you left them probably.  Ive told you before Im not touching those disgusting muddy relics. Isnt it time you stopped running round like a schoolboy every week? Very encouraging my wife.Dont go on woman.Its never again, when you come back with your aches and pains. Shes got a tongue that could rivet battleships.Im going to hang my boots up, love she kept on.I could hear her still going on as I slung my kit in the car.Ideal weather I thought, dry and sunny but with a hint of heavy moisture that could cut the game short. Great in the bar early before the sun had firmly set.I ambled into the clubhouse leaving my kit on the back seat where it could fill the car with its own unique fragrance and the sun would have at least a moment to attack the dampness.At the bar Pete was checking off the team. Youre ere. He said licking his pencil. You fit ?Im ere. was my honest reply.I scanned the bedraggled group of human shapes known collectively as The Veterans.I always had pre- match nerves, wondering whether I would let myself down. However looking around at the assembled crew, in comparison, I was practically a thoroughbred.Where are we playing? a faceless voice asked.Pengarn, have we all got transport? Pete enquired. Yes. was the collective reply.Pat arrived shepherding a fresh faced lad who was wearing a fixed grin, and sporting new boots.Ive brought along the wifes kid brother, if were short like.Were always short.  Pete coughed on his cigar. He fixed the lad with a deep frown.Mind you, dont run around too fast this afternoon, young un. We old uns cant keep up see.The lads grin disappeared. Poor misguided fool, probably thought wed welcome a fit young hero with open arms. In the car park the bartering began.Ill come with you then, so I can have a drink after the game.No its my turn to drink, I drove last time.Liar!This ritual continued to the point of fisticuffs. Then as suddenly as it started it was resolved and the convoy would depart.For company I had Dave and Jed, real opposites on the great human scale. Dave, cool and neat, blazer buttons sparkling over designer jeans. Jed, on the other hand could best be described as comfortable in appearance. He overwhelmed the back seat. His face looked like sandpaper. This was not recent designer stubble either, this was one of his long standing features. He would leave his face get hairy then half way through a decent shave hed get tired and give up. During the journey I could see Dave admiring himself in my wing mirror, flicking his hair. Very much the ladies man was Dave he sat upright in the front seat next to me. Jed on the other hand snored his way through most of the journey, obviously no pre match nerves there. It was a not comforting to realise, that in a short time, I would be looking to these two for support in a dour physical struggle, thank goodness it was just a rugby match and not Rourkes Drift.We all arrived together at Pengarn Rugby Club and formed a circle, like a wagon train. Dave and I prized Jed out of the back seat.Youll have to get a four door car. He wheezed at me, Im not built for these flash sporty thingsFor Gods sake Jed, dont die out there today Ive an important date tonight. Dave was never subtle.Your concern for my welfare is touching, my son.Right Pete boomed. Lets get out there run off the jet lag.Any journey, no matter how short reminded us of our ageing muscles. Well, some of us had arthritis and rheumatism. Help the Aged could have legitimately sponsored our team.In the changing rooms the thick smell of liniment oozed and mixed with the stench of mouldy kit. Jed was now stripped down to his shorts.Hey Buddha, fold all that skin up in a shirt will you! All of Jed chuckled and rippled on the edge of the bench.From next door we could here the sound of young warriors audibly psyching themselves up for their game. It had little effect on us, we knew we werent playing them, they were the home first fifteen.We jogged onto the field loosening up as best we could, arms flailing everywhere. The pitch was like a bowling green very impressive. No slope thank God, this week we wouldnt have to run uphill. The surface was lush and soggy, ideal for tackling and even just for falling down exhausted.Are you B.P.Llandarcy ? questioned an official, all blazer and club tie.No. Barry Vets.Oh. youre not playing here, he said indignantly as if our mere presence soiled his beloved pitch. Youre down the road on the training pitch.Typical sighed Pete.We bade farewell to the beautiful carpet and clacked mournfully down the uneven country lane, where another official greeted us by a hole in the hedge.By ere ,lads his rolled cigarette stuck firmly to his bottom lip. He announced himself as the other teams trainer and from his outward appearance we would not have been surprised if we were playing whippets or pigeons.The pitch was another matter. On all four touchlines sheep were grazing and the grass resembled someone with a bad haircut.Theyre bringing the M4 through ere , announced our trainer friend, proudly.Have they already started? asked Pete.Be fair weve shovelled all the cow and sheep shit onto the touchlines. He pointed to a great steaming Offas Dyke at the edge of the pitch. I contemplated the unhappy possibility of being tackled into that lot.The other team arrived and fortunately the word athlete was not an expression you would use to describe them, any more than it would be for us. Jim our touch judge arrived and surveyed the mountain of mixed manure.Gordon Bennett, who trained these cows, Billy bloody Smart, theyve all shat on my touchline.The referee was suitably aged with thin stark white legs protruding from baggy shorts. He was arguing with our winger Nipper.Look, I dont mind looking after asthma pumps, or even false teeth, but I draw the line at half a fag and a box of matches.I always have one at half time, Ref, to calm me nerves likeFor some unknown reason I chose this moment to remember Shakespeares the seven stages of man All the worlds a stage, well if thats so then there were a few of us on this pitch who are in danger of falling off said stage.As I stood waiting for the whistle to commence hostilities, I looked to the nearby road and the interlocking hills that rolled off into the distance. Cars zoomed by carrying screaming kids, late businessmen and old couples poodling along on a Saturday afternoon drive.And what of those hills? Did they hide secret spouses , maybe even my own, neglected by their partners and now clandestinely meeting their lovers in lonely country lanes? Hes at the rugby he wont be back for hours.At last the first whistle, followed inevitably by the first scrum, I positioned myself in centre of the front row and gratefully clutched Jed and Bob for support we attempted to outstare our opponents. Gingerly, like hens settling on eggs, we locked into the opposition scrum with the odd grunt to make it seem like a major physical effort.Ten years ago we would have stood five feet apart and charged at each other like raging bulls, but the bones were somewhat brittle now.God, its dark in here. said my opposite number.Jed, breath in your stomachs blocking all the light.  How am I supposed to see the ball?Their second row began to mournfully whistle Me in my small corner.If youre not going to take this even half serious Im going off! said the ref angrily.Games like this were uneventful. Hopes of a score from either side generally went unfulfilled. The few spectators seemed to regard it as a duty to watch. We settled into another sedate scrum, when suddenly a fist flashed past me and connected with my opponents already well worn nose. He hardly flinched and scanned the scrum for the culprit. I looked back to see the face of the young wifes brother ridden with guilt.Trying to make a name for yourself, sonny? my indignant rival growled. I sighed at the inevitable. The lad had a lot to learn and it wasnt long in coming. Sure enough in the next melee, a high pitched scream rent the air and we parted to reveal our young friend spread-eagled, the earlier fixed grin had returned and was now joined by glazed eyes.There were no fisticuffs in his support. Firstly, he got what he deserved and secondly, even throwing a punch, in these our sunset days, risked permanent injury.We lifted him by the arms dragging him through the manure and propped him against the hedge.As Shakespeare had said, he had been seeking the bubble of reputation. Unfortunately for him, the bubble had soon burst when their hooker caught up with him.The game had settled down when something unexpected happened. Like a ghost from the past we surprisingly managed to actually string a number of passes together and the ball arrived in Nipper our wingers gnarled hands.Nipper had been quite a sprinter in his day, his wiry frame and incisive running had graced many a pitch. We waited with bated breath. He had plenty of room and had just rounded his opposite number, his legs pumping rapidly. We all expected him to dart away, brief glory returned, adding wings to his feet. But no, it was not to be. The scene took on almost cartoon proportions, his legs were frantically moving up and down, but he was going, nowhere.Managing to achieve a sort of glue-footed trot, he had left us behind, but that was no recommendation, in fact it proved to be a hindrance as he found himself isolated and alone with no one to pass to and some distance to go to the try line. Much as he tried to accelerate it was not going to happen. The final indignity was when he was over taken by a sheep, bent on rescuing her lamb that had lodged itself in the hedge surrounding the pitch.The pained expression on Nippers face galvanised me into action. To save this once brave athlete any further embarrassment, I tackled him myself. Pete arrived moments later.What the hell are you doing? he asked.It was an errand of mercy. I said reverently. He had no way outHe understood. Nipper remained face down in the mud, physically unhurt.We gathered round him unable to touch him, instinctively knowing that he had an incurable virus.Lost youth had struck.. It would come to us all, that final moment when nothing functions, when the spirit is willing but the flesh is non-existent. That time when you have to hang up your boots----- forever!Our trainer came on quietly and gently lifted Nipper to his feet, leading him to the touchline. Two ancient spectators removed their caps as a mark of respect, they had in by gone days experienced that irrevocable moment. Nipper staggered off to the changing room alone. Jim wondered whether he should follow to make sure he didnt try anything silly with his soap on- a -rope.What did Shakespeare say, they have their exits and entrances.How long to go, Ref? I asked.Five minutes, pal.We played out the rest of the game, shook hands and ambled off to the changing rooms, picking up the still concussed infant on the way, nobody knew the score or cared.A lone perplexed cow chewed on the cud. Like all females, she probably had trouble understanding the sorry sad mess that was the male of the species, bovine or human.Are we playing next week? I asked.Taking Nippers fag from the referee and lighting up Pete said Depends on how many of us are still able to walk let alone run. He said.We made the most of the hot showers, soothing aches and pains and withintwo pints of beer from the kitty all sense of melancholy had ceased, even Nipper was offering his services as a future physio and cuts man.Well its either that or shopping with the wife. he said.A shudder ran around the assembled masses. A couple of jugs were emptied until those of us dry and driving began to protest a need to return home ditch our cars and salvage what was left of the drinking night.So is it never again? my wife was lounging on the settee as I arrived home.No, might as well keep going for bit I said, Youre a long time not playing you know.Huh! Men will be boys I suppose. she said]]></description>
                <pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2012 22:08:27 +0100</pubDate>
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