There is a lot to be said for an expertly laid out book.
He’s right – Amazon’s Author Central is anything but…
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien CBE FRSL
While I wait to hear back from Derek Haines and Nicholas Rossis regarding their thoughts about the first fifteen thousand words of my current science fiction work in progress, I now have the time to read one of my copies of The Hobbit – the latest Kindle incarnation.
All my life I have loved Tolkien’s books. Once upon a time when I was a good deal younger, (seven going on eight) my father used to read to me from The Hobbit every night before I had to go to bed. I wish I had that copy. It was a first edition. Unfortunately like a lot of the precious books he had at the time, it was sold for a few pounds when we left England for New Zealand back in 1958.
Beside the Kindle copy, I also have the exquisitely illustrated hard back versions of The Hobbit and The Lord of The Rings. I have never opened either of them. The very thought of breaking their spines to read from them has never entered my mind. They are precious works of art and literature to my way of thinking, to be owned and never read.
Beside The Hobbit and The Lord of The Rings, I also have the following Tolkien books:
The Silmarillion – a tough read
Unfinished Tales – compiled from Tolkien’s notes by his son
The Children of Hurin – edited and published by Tolkien’s son
So, to take my mind of things I’ll be spending a lot of time in Middle Earth for the next week or two.
Ah, my life is tough – not…
For all my fellow PTSD sufferers…
Originally posted on Have We Had Help?:
So many returned service men and women suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder, often unable to cope with society because of it. This short story is a tribute to them…
I walked into the autopsy room at the beginning of the day to find a body awaiting my undivided attention which had been found in the woods above the neighbouring village where I grew up. I was equally shocked and saddened. It was my childhood friend Dhobi.
Back then most of the kids in our village were merciless towards him, throwing stones and shouting obscenities. None of them knew the simple gentle man hidden beneath the grime the way I did. I was the only kid who didn’t pick on him. To me there was something very special about this loner who had shunned society for the woods. Never once did I wonder why he lived the way he did…
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I’ve reached a crossroads while writing my latest science fiction work in progress. In short I’ve done precisely the thing I didn’t want to do. I’ve written myself into a corner – yet again. So while I ponder on where to take the story for the next few weeks or months, I’ve asked two fellow scifi writers, Derek Haines and Nicholas Rossis, to cast their critical eye over the fifteen thousand words written so far. At this stage of the game I need fresh eyes to take a close look at it. They can both be objective. I can’t.
What’s not to understand? ISIS is pure evil! The shame of it is that the United Nations has only now unanimously decided that it must be eradicated once and for all. I wonder how ISIS’ chief backers, Saudi Arabia and the members of G20 feel about that, considering they all pay lip service to the UN and what it stands for? Whether half of what is said in this article is actually true, Read here how some within the corridors of power in America are still apparently unsure as to ISIS’ motives, when its blatantly obvious to anyone what it’s demented followers want – a worldwide Islamic Caliphate ruled by Sharia law and a return to the way things were in the seventh century.
To hell with that!!!