Thursday, 31 January 2013
Wednesday, 30 January 2013
Editing Catalina's Choice
I have given myself three months to do the final edit of Catalina's Choice. At the moment the sequel stands at 102,000. Catalina was only 58,000. Does it matter that the sequel is almost twice the size of the original?
After this final edit I'll send it off to Dragonfall press and see what they think. Hopefully they are happy with it.
At this point I am, but of course its a balancing act isn't it... the see-sawing motion between deliriously liking what I have written and almost wanting to tear it up and start again.
After this final edit I'll send it off to Dragonfall press and see what they think. Hopefully they are happy with it.
At this point I am, but of course its a balancing act isn't it... the see-sawing motion between deliriously liking what I have written and almost wanting to tear it up and start again.
Monday, 28 January 2013
Today I won
Locteria Nacional Lottery 989,950:00 - not sure what dollars, euros, pins, the eyes of black goats?????
But I sure won a lot.
How lucky am I - I love the Locteria Nacional Lottery even if I have never bought a ticket.
Life sure is a wonderful thing.
And how honest are the people informing me...Just as well the internet is full of honest people, hey....
But I sure won a lot.
How lucky am I - I love the Locteria Nacional Lottery even if I have never bought a ticket.
Life sure is a wonderful thing.
And how honest are the people informing me...Just as well the internet is full of honest people, hey....
Sunday, 27 January 2013
I win again! UNITED KINGDOM BLACK BERRY PROMOTION BOARD LONDON ENGLAND
I just won a lottery in London worth 6,392,389.00!!!! Gee I sue am a lucky guy, I didn't even have to enter, they entered for me...Isn't life grand.
Saturday, 26 January 2013
The Adventures of Bomba Dun - 1
So this all began with three cricket stumps. We were playing cricket in the Coon's backyard. Peter Coon was bowling and I, as usual, was showing off. I was bored. Fielding, waiting, not in the limelight, not really three of my strengths.
When I am bored I do stupid things. Mum says its a genetic thing.
'Men,' she says, 'are creatures of the hunt. Make them wait, make them farmers or gardeners and they turn stupid. Let them hunt and they are stupid away from the house, which is preferable.'
I'm not saying I understand what mum is talking about. I don't. I just quote mum 'cos dad is faster with his backhand that with words. He clips my ears with his knuckles rather his words. So I quote mum 'cos there is no way I am going to quote my sister, Kathleen. She'd get wind of it and then I'd never hear the end of it. Kath's got a sense for snooping out praise or for finding the things that irk me the most.
So anyway, cricket in the backyard of the Coons. There were about seven of us playing, I say about 'cos Paul Harding was playing and he is only five so he's not really to be counted. We had to bowl to him underarm and give him two lives else he'd go running and screaming to his mum and then the game would get disbanded 'cos Mrs Coon always listens to Mrs Harding - I think its because Mr Harding drives a bran new Ford.
The thing was I was bored, so when the cricket ball came my way I grabbed it and took off - I knew they would chase me. It was the only ball we had. Now the Coons house is next to my own so I went straight for that fence, even as I heard the cries of, 'Hey Bomb, give it back yar mongrel!'
I forgot about mum's vegie patch. The corn grew against the fence, the tomatoes in front of them. People thought we were wogs cos we grew out own veg, but mum says growing things had been in er family longer than teeth. So I often fought the kids who teased while she ignored the neighbours' looks and sometimes chatted with Mrs Lamrosi or Mr Conti about tomatoes or zucchini.
I forgot about the corn and the tomatoes until I had grabbed the fence with both hands and began my flip over, then I remember - course it was too late then. I once asked Kath why she thought I always remembered when it was too late. Kath said it was because I was like an unbound car. I never did understand what that meant but I did notice she was using unbound a lot at that time. Everything was unbound this and unbound that. She was reading Frankenstein at the time for school. Kath likes to read, and to use the words she discovers in books. She was a good reader. Me I read with my tongue poing out between my lips, my brain striving to put the words together even as my eyes darted off the page to see what was happening in the world. My teachers said I was one given over to the search for distractions. They often said this as their rulers were whacking the muscles of my calves while their left hand hand my right hand tight so I wouldn't run. I'd been known to run from a floggin' faster than lightning, even though when I got home I usually got worse from dad than any whack from a teacher, still in my mind, putting every bad thing off to later made perfect sense.
So there I was was, sailing over that fence like an acrobat and then the fall, Kath reckons I have the blood of Icarus in me. She told me Icarus was a Greek and I pushed her hard, I had Irish blood in me, not Greek.
So anyway, I'm hitting the ground, feeling the corn stalks shatter, the smell of crushed tomatoes, the feel of their scratchy leaves on the face, tickling my nose, making me sneeze. And as luck would have it, mum was their plucking the vegies for that night's dinner.
'Bill Dunstal' - thats my real name by the way, though I go by the name Bomba, Bomba Dun , that was how everyone, even dad, knew me - 'Up now, inside and wait for your father, he shan't be long.'
She had that voice on, the one that meant I could not run, not if I wanted to live, not if I wanted to avoid seeing hjer cry. Of all the things in th world, seeing mum cry was the worst. Even worse than dad's strap on me bum, which is what I was in for that evening, I knew it.
Just then John Scanlon's head appeared over the fence. 'Hey Mrs Dustal,' he said and then he said to me, 'give us the ball Bomba.'
So I tossed him the ball and headed inside, at the back window I saw the blinds crinkle and get shoved to the side and Kathleen's smiling face. It was sick how much pleasure she got from being in trouble.
'Next time,' I thought to myself, 'I'll just play cricket, no shenanigans, no nonsense,' but even as I thought it I started to giggle about the flattened corn and squished tomatoes and I knew, heck who was I kidding, I was Bomba Dun and I wasn't about to change for no one.
When I am bored I do stupid things. Mum says its a genetic thing.
'Men,' she says, 'are creatures of the hunt. Make them wait, make them farmers or gardeners and they turn stupid. Let them hunt and they are stupid away from the house, which is preferable.'
I'm not saying I understand what mum is talking about. I don't. I just quote mum 'cos dad is faster with his backhand that with words. He clips my ears with his knuckles rather his words. So I quote mum 'cos there is no way I am going to quote my sister, Kathleen. She'd get wind of it and then I'd never hear the end of it. Kath's got a sense for snooping out praise or for finding the things that irk me the most.
So anyway, cricket in the backyard of the Coons. There were about seven of us playing, I say about 'cos Paul Harding was playing and he is only five so he's not really to be counted. We had to bowl to him underarm and give him two lives else he'd go running and screaming to his mum and then the game would get disbanded 'cos Mrs Coon always listens to Mrs Harding - I think its because Mr Harding drives a bran new Ford.
The thing was I was bored, so when the cricket ball came my way I grabbed it and took off - I knew they would chase me. It was the only ball we had. Now the Coons house is next to my own so I went straight for that fence, even as I heard the cries of, 'Hey Bomb, give it back yar mongrel!'
I forgot about mum's vegie patch. The corn grew against the fence, the tomatoes in front of them. People thought we were wogs cos we grew out own veg, but mum says growing things had been in er family longer than teeth. So I often fought the kids who teased while she ignored the neighbours' looks and sometimes chatted with Mrs Lamrosi or Mr Conti about tomatoes or zucchini.
I forgot about the corn and the tomatoes until I had grabbed the fence with both hands and began my flip over, then I remember - course it was too late then. I once asked Kath why she thought I always remembered when it was too late. Kath said it was because I was like an unbound car. I never did understand what that meant but I did notice she was using unbound a lot at that time. Everything was unbound this and unbound that. She was reading Frankenstein at the time for school. Kath likes to read, and to use the words she discovers in books. She was a good reader. Me I read with my tongue poing out between my lips, my brain striving to put the words together even as my eyes darted off the page to see what was happening in the world. My teachers said I was one given over to the search for distractions. They often said this as their rulers were whacking the muscles of my calves while their left hand hand my right hand tight so I wouldn't run. I'd been known to run from a floggin' faster than lightning, even though when I got home I usually got worse from dad than any whack from a teacher, still in my mind, putting every bad thing off to later made perfect sense.
So there I was was, sailing over that fence like an acrobat and then the fall, Kath reckons I have the blood of Icarus in me. She told me Icarus was a Greek and I pushed her hard, I had Irish blood in me, not Greek.
So anyway, I'm hitting the ground, feeling the corn stalks shatter, the smell of crushed tomatoes, the feel of their scratchy leaves on the face, tickling my nose, making me sneeze. And as luck would have it, mum was their plucking the vegies for that night's dinner.
'Bill Dunstal' - thats my real name by the way, though I go by the name Bomba, Bomba Dun , that was how everyone, even dad, knew me - 'Up now, inside and wait for your father, he shan't be long.'
She had that voice on, the one that meant I could not run, not if I wanted to live, not if I wanted to avoid seeing hjer cry. Of all the things in th world, seeing mum cry was the worst. Even worse than dad's strap on me bum, which is what I was in for that evening, I knew it.
Just then John Scanlon's head appeared over the fence. 'Hey Mrs Dustal,' he said and then he said to me, 'give us the ball Bomba.'
So I tossed him the ball and headed inside, at the back window I saw the blinds crinkle and get shoved to the side and Kathleen's smiling face. It was sick how much pleasure she got from being in trouble.
'Next time,' I thought to myself, 'I'll just play cricket, no shenanigans, no nonsense,' but even as I thought it I started to giggle about the flattened corn and squished tomatoes and I knew, heck who was I kidding, I was Bomba Dun and I wasn't about to change for no one.
SWISS-LOTTO NETHERLANDS WINNER!!!!
So today I won 750,000 Euros!!!!
I mean, how easy is that! In the past month I think I have won somewhere in the region of 3.8 million dollars... Gee I love the internet.
I haven't got around to claiming any of these prizes as yet, I've been too busy supplying information to a Russian Lady, A Nigerian gent and some lawyer in London to help them with their difficulties around funds - another 2 million dollars coming my way -
Which is just as well. It seems my computer is filled with Trojans, Macedonians and even the occasional Goth, also my bank funds seem to have been misplaced while The German police are after me for a crime they think I committed in Frankfurt (even though I was also spotted in a stolen car in Greece and boarding an airplane in Cambodia.
This is a difficult period for me - I appear to have recently married three women (besides my wife) and have adopted seventeen Romanian children. Really all these funds will help me sort all this out.
I mean, how easy is that! In the past month I think I have won somewhere in the region of 3.8 million dollars... Gee I love the internet.
I haven't got around to claiming any of these prizes as yet, I've been too busy supplying information to a Russian Lady, A Nigerian gent and some lawyer in London to help them with their difficulties around funds - another 2 million dollars coming my way -
Which is just as well. It seems my computer is filled with Trojans, Macedonians and even the occasional Goth, also my bank funds seem to have been misplaced while The German police are after me for a crime they think I committed in Frankfurt (even though I was also spotted in a stolen car in Greece and boarding an airplane in Cambodia.
This is a difficult period for me - I appear to have recently married three women (besides my wife) and have adopted seventeen Romanian children. Really all these funds will help me sort all this out.
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