Please buy my book
Do Take a look
You can read it on your Nook
Oh do please buy my book!
Reading is great
Early or late
Its never to late
Oh do take a look!
Please buy my book
Do Take a look
You can read it on your Nook
Oh do please buy my book!
Reading is great
Early or late
Its never to late
Oh do take a look!
There are lots of foxes in and around Crystal Palace. I recall my mum on a visit to my home remarking that there was a dog in the garden which, on closer inspection turned out to be a fox!
Let us away and make hay
For tomorrow we must pay
Let us frolic the live long day
But tomorrow we must pay
Can anyone help Fia who is looking for people to review her book? Many thanks. Kevin
The mirror sees it all
The writings on the wall
To the girl he calls
She turns to him and falls
Gazing in the glass
She sees the truth at last
Hides it with a laugh
Would that she could break the glass
An amusing post which was in part at least prompted by an ironic comment made by me regarding the English and stereotypes. Kevin
In response to “An update on search terms,” Drewdog 2060 wrote, “I am finding it difficult to comment as my collar, freshly starched by my butler this morning, is restricting my air supply. Too many good dinners at the gentleman’s club in Pal Mal. I do not, of course subscribe to stereotypes.”
Which got me thinking about stereotypes a bit more—okay, I’m not going to say seriously, since I try not to take my seriousness too seriously here, but a bit more than I had been. Even though I was the one to raise the topic.
When I was a kid, my father would sometimes give voice to a character he called the Constipated Englishman. The CE was a kind of Colonel Blimp figure (more about him in a minute) who never managed any real words but harrumphed a lot and made my brother and me giggle.
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This is poetic and beautiful. Kevin
I’m unsure as to how I’ll write ten sentences about love in four words each. So I’m going to give this a little twist…
He looked at her,
Like everything he wanted
Was embodied in one,
So beautiful and majestical.
A spine tingling sight.
Like raindrops on leaves,
She glimmered in sunlight.
Like candles in the dark,
She brightened dark days.
Staring speechless and bewildered,
What could he say?
Love was a mere understatement.
Okay, so I tried to keep each line as close to four words as I could and I know these are more than ten *oops*
Now the rules are, that you must write ten sentences related to love, each sentence must consist of four words each. And in the end you must top it all off with your favorite love related quote.
Tag ten-…
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The sound of the clock, each tick bringing it a little closer
An owl hoots in the park
A fox barks
Cars pass outside
The bed is warm
Somewhere a couple laugh
Time creeps onwards
I roll over
Sleep envelops,
I dream
Is death one long dream from which we never wake? And, if so would I know the difference between the state of dreaming and that of death?
My collection of short stories, “Street Walker And Other Stories” is free in the Kindle store from 16 to 20 March 2015. To download “Street Walker” free please visit http://www.amazon.com/Street-Walker-other-stories-Morris-ebook/dp/B00HLRNDP4 or http://www.amazon.co.uk/Street-Walker-other-stories-Morris-ebook/dp/B00HLRNDP4
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Many thanks,
Kevin
An entertaining interview with Chris Graham, (The Story Reading Ape) who never fails to amaze me with his generosity and kindness to indie authors. Thanks to Jo also for conducting the interview. Kevin
I have a very special guest in my hut today. None other than friend to readers around the globe, and tireless supporter and mentor to indie authors. Chris Graham is The Story Reading Ape we know and love. For those of you who know Discworld, you might be surprised to hear that his first cousin is the Librarian at the Unseen University – no need run though – our Ape got all the friendly genes.
Mostly for me Chris is a wonderful friend, and not because he has the klout to make my books visible to real readers, but because for the duration of the time that I’ve known him, he’s often blown me away with his acts of generosity to so many of our tribe of often much maligned indie writers. He promotes our work, shares really useful tips on the nuts and bolts of our profession, and often…
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