Handbags and shoes,
herself she will lose,
for handbags and shoes.
Handbags and shoes,
the road she will choose,
drowning in booze,
for handbags and shoes.
Handbags and shoes,
herself she will lose,
for handbags and shoes.
Handbags and shoes,
the road she will choose,
drowning in booze,
for handbags and shoes.
via IB Times
Success, it’s been said, is all about who you know — just don’t get to know too many people unless you want the world’s largest online book publishing platform to penalize you for it.
Thousands of independent authors are asking Amazon.com Inc. to change a controversial policy that prohibits users from reviewing books written by people they personally know. The policy is meant to cut down on the willful shilling of books by close friends and family, but members of the relatively insular independent publishing community say the rules are restricting their ability to offer or accept honest criticism from others in their peer group. They also say the detection system is highly flawed, and as Amazon has gotten more aggressive at policing it, perfectly legitimate reviews are getting caught in the algorithmic crosshairs.
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Thank you to Francis H. Powell for the below guest post. You can find links to Francis’s sites at the end of his article.
Kevin
What is your vision of a horror writer? Perhaps a rather aged looking man, with large piercing eyes, bushy eyebrows, their mere presence is likely to frighten away any children? He sits near a crackling fire, with dark thoughts running through his mind, with the sound of Carmina Burana, blaring away from a decrepit ancient gramophone. Every so often, he lets out a loud raucous laugh, as he delights at his own cruel invention in his mind. He has never married, in truth has been a hardened misogynist, he prefers the cruelty men can do to women, rather than engaging women themselves. He dislikes children, their crying, their moaning, the complications they add to life. In fact he despises many things. He has hate running through him. His attitudes have not softened with age, they have hardened. Would you trust leaving your child with him, he writes about Satanism…Surely you would tell your child to keep away, if you were neighbors. Surely horror writers eat babies?
I am not a horror writer as such, however my stories have a very dark side to them. This a bit about me…
I had always wanted to have children. When I got over the age of forty, the idea of having a child seemed a forlorn hope. My friends had long since procreated. What made things difficult was the fact that I’d always had a really good connection with children and had for a long time worked with them. I got married for the first time aged fifty, and it seemed logical to try to have a child. I did not consider it inevitable that my wife would fall pregnant, you read or hear about so many couples who are unable to have children. When I arrived back from work to be informed by wife she was pregnant, it took time for the news to sink in, it seemed so unreal. Then followed nine fraught months of worry. Such worry I had never experienced before in my life. When my son was finally born, what a relief.
Now a big portion of my life revolves around my son…taking him for walks, going to the play park, taking him to crèche, helping to put him to bed…all the normal things parents do.
One of my short stories in my book Flight of Destiny, deals with a parent’s worst nightmare…a father taking his infant for a walk in the park, goes home only to find the pram empty and the baby gone. The story is called “Snatched”. Following the discovery of the empty pram, the man not only feels terrible guilt, but also the wrath of his wife. His wife’s behavior becomes more and more extreme. One day she announces the baby has been returned…but she denies her husband, any access. The husband gets more and more frustrated as well as intrigued about the return of their son, while his wife is more and more bizarre and eccentric in her behavior. Things come to a head when the man finally gets to see the snatched “baby”.
Links:
https://www.facebook.com/flightofdestinyshortstories
http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00WSWYVNK
https://twitter.com/Dreamheadz
http://theflightofdestiny.yolasite.com/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwNl0F6095Q
I have known the darkest of nights,
Lost myself in sensuous delights.
I have felt the vampire’s fear,
Held her close and thought her dear.
I have seen her blood red lips,
Fought against her fatal kiss.
I have endured her fangs sharp,
as shards of glass within my heart.
I have watched the dawn come,
Perceived the vampiress turn and run.
I have been contacted with a request to promote “The Read”. The read offers talented new writers and actors the opportunity to showcase their talent. The programme is open to those based in Southern California only. For details of this opportunity please visit http://www.cineartsdancetheatre.com/.
Kevin
An interesting post from a visually impaired lady on dating. Her partner is sighted. Kevin
Dating as a person with a disability can be quite tough. There are many dating sites out there for people with disabilities to help them date. Unfortunately, there are also some sites out there that are just gross too and prey on people with disabilities. Some people are big fans of using dating sites as a person with a disability. I have had several friends (with or without disabilities) that have had a huge success with them. However, I just don’t think they are for me. I am too paranoid (Thanks Mom and Dad :)) to use a dating site because really, I don’t know who is at the other end. I also am visually impaired and feel as such, I could be in danger’s way even more. I have a good friend though who is completely blind and uses dating sites and just meets up in a public place…
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Earlier today I visited the garden in Woolton Woods, which contains a large number of benches paid for by the family and friends of those wishing to commemorate the lives of the departed.
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A walled garden.
Summer flowers bloom.
Memorial benches speak.
“One day that will be you”.
A Gentleman Suitor To His Beloved
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“My darling, let us sit down upon the grass.
Though the firmament fall, my love for thee tis sure to last.
Other men may betray, but my heart is steadfast.
Let us be quick my sweet, for I must dash”.
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The Lady’s Response To Her Suitor
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“Sweetheart, the ground is wet and cold,
To recline upon it would quite ruin my clothes.
The heavens show no sign of falling,
Besides, I hear mama calling”.