Yes, that’s me. One of millions out there who write for the pleasure and share because they can. Of course there are those who write for the money too, though it is tough to make the big time…even if you want to.I’m what they call “seat of my pants writer.” I don’t plot or plan though I do discuss ideas with other authors, writers, readers and friends. My work generally flows well and is in simple English. Now here is the sticking point – English.Why? You may ask.. Because English is different worldwide. Spelling, grammar, word usage, cultural usage. It can be highly entertaining and amusing. It can be damn right annoying to.
Take an anthology like”Ghostly Writes” or “Into the Abyss” Both are full are great stories by Indie Authors from around the world. They tend to be edited in the English grammar of the country of originof the Author. Nothing wrong with that until someone says “YOU NEED MAJOR EDITS” In a review (Ghostly Writes) Excuse me…Didn’t you read the blurb saying they are stories from around the world. How would you know if it needs edits? Are you an International Editor who can Edit all the different types of English worldwide. NO of course they aren’t. Daft sods.
There are (as far as I am aware) no International English Editors and I’m blowed if anyone thinks It should all be in American English.Due to traditional publishing a lot of book worldwide are now in American English. Sorry mate, that ain’t my standard. I became so annoyed with reading English Regency Books in American English that I stopped reading them and proceed to write a series of novels set in America in British English. Ok Petty maybe, but you know what it is fun and I’ve enjoyed writing the series so far.I enjoy the Indie Author world because we can write with our own voices, it doesn’t have to be for profit, it doesn’t have to be your bread and butter income.
I love the Indie Author world because we generally stand together, helping each other with positive feedback. Sadly – like in most work places, there is backstabbing and trolls. The other day I saw some reviews on Goodreads. A website I have yet to work out (it still confuses me). One person or reviewer had reviewed about 6 books by one author. They had only read the first one and gave one star to all of them. How do I know. Because I know for a fact that all the other books are not on sale and haven’t been for over a year. (yes I know the author) How can they get away with this. TROLLS…grrr. I still remember one of the comments they made which made me laugh – It showed a lack of understanding of International English. I was so tempted to reply – no I didn’t.
Meanwhile I still enjoy being an Author. What I love more though, is being a Small Press Publisher. Helping others along the way with my magazine, sponsorship and yearly anthology – all which are FREE (yeah conditions apply, only to futher everyones reach and social media presence). Giving back to a community I love is important to me and who I am.Give Indie Authors a go. Grab a book, yes I know there are some bad ones out there just like there is with trad published books. Anyhow give them a go. Read for the enjoyment, not for picking on grammar. Even mine isn’t the best and that is because I use a mixture of UK, USA and New Zealand…Makes a good story though at times.Cheers
Source: Indie Author
Photo from Pixabay. Hogwash. The world is full of it in many different categories. How much more can we stand to read, listen to and watch. How much more negative and bull can the media come up with to help get our backs up over stupid little stuff while they laugh behind our backs, and those running the show do as they wish while we aren’t watching.There is so much good going on out in the world today. Beautiful positive people, those helping others, those of generous spirit. Even children are joining in in different areas. A big one is bullying. Then you get the idiots attacking these wonderful people, looking for the negatives of those who have turned their lives around to become better people. Sorry folks, we’ll just make more laws and write more negative rubbish to make life more difficult for you.Teachers in general are bloody amazing, they’d be even better if they had less paperwork to do and could teach more like they used to. Generations have missed out on how to raise children. They dont know how to budget, cook, garden or shop. Whose fault is it. You can’t always blame the generation before. Somwhere along the line a corrupt idiot had an idea and got it passed into law. The law is an ASS.We should never forget we are all one. We are the human race. We are all equal. We are born equal. We grow apart due to culture and heritage etc. All which is learnt from birth.Who am I to say this. I am me. I like me. I am accepting of people and with every negative bit of hogwash thrown my way, I will go and hunt down the positive within. Many of the human race need to grow up, open their eyes to the damage they are doing to each other. A beautiful, diverse race. THE HUMAN RACE.No I don’t have all the answers. Though with positivity I will build on what i already have and do.
Source: Hiding behind Hogwash
Well after much research to find out more about them, I found they were from what is now known as IRAQ. A fastenating culture who built ziggernauts with dried blocks of clay, very like the bricks we use today. They were dark skinned, black haired and had a brilliant culture, with politics, rulers, gods and godesses. They fought hard and generally won. Until the Assryans decimated them, turning them into slaves and wiping out their cities. So the jungle story won’t work. It was time for a re-write, which is still in progress. Though the Elamites weren’t only female, I decided to keep this part, making them look more like a sect of the Elamites, worshiping a goddess. Of course the women will have to have black hair and dark skin tone too. I place this sect close to an oasis type area at the edge of a city with jungle close enough to hide the enemy. Glad this is fiction to be sure. Helps you get away with a few things. So will see if this works. If not then it was only a prologue. I can scrap it anyway.Below is a photo of the Ziggernaut. Today it is a world heritage site. Photo has Creative Commons Licence -https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chogha_Zanbil
Source: The Elamites – update
My husband and I went to see our youngest daughter the other day. We lost her nearlly 14 years ago, aged three and a half months. A delightful baby who came, saw, conquorered and left again like a rainbow through the sky. She was an accidental child, though much wanted and loved by us and her siblings. Anastasia was down syndrome – we knew this prior to her birth. What we didn’t know where some of the other genetic conditions which came with her. Genetic condtions we were to find out our other children have, though one still isn’t proven. (Another child has heart murmurs and another can’t swallow large tablets making us wonder if they have a restricted throat condition.) We weren’t overly surprised about the heart condition due to the fact it runs through my husbands line.Ana was born with Duodenal Atresia and needed bowel surgery within three days of her birth. All done and mended. Then the problems started to arrive. We already knew she had a heart condition (A V Canal). It seems they were wrong. She had 5 heart conditions and Trachael Stenosis. It was a combination of these which meant she wasn’t going to stay with us for long.The mutli heart conditons were found after she passed. The Trachael Stenosis – diagnosed twelve hours before she passed. As her parents we knew something else was wrong, there were so many signs and all were ignored by the doctors. They never investigated why they couldn’t put a feeding tube down her throat, they never investigated why she never came off her oxygen which she had for a supposed cold.Yes, even 14 years later it hurts and I want to scream. Yes we moved forward and dealt with her loss each and everyday. She did leave us with a rose. It was a cut rose we recieved which grew roots and has flowered in abundance ever since. Love you my precious girl.
Source: Death of a Child – Anastasia