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The older I get the more amazed I am at the simplicity of life and at the same time the complexity of it. I think sometimes we make the simplicity complicated by our own ingenuity and the insistence that something so wonderful cannot be simple. Perhaps our greatest failure is to make complex that which is not.

Playing the Game – Guest Post by, Tallis Steelyard…

Awaken my treasures to the second installment of that Old Scoundrel Tallis Steelyard. Be patient my peeps my turn is installment 8. Just want to get you in the mood. This is the way my FAVE Mr. Dicksons served up his yummies – serialized..you know..the forerunner to The Soap but of much better quality

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I am constantly amazed at the pettiness of some people. What sort of Chef de Cuisine gets upset when he discovers he has an extra kitchen porter? I have worked with Chefs so grand that they would never even condescended to notice the existence of a kitchen porter, even after they’d just tripped over one!

Let us be fair, most kitchens have too few porters. Rather than have the job done briskly and efficiently, those in authority would rather employ too few unfortunates and work them to death for a pittance, all the while moaning about the poor quality of their work. In my case isn’t even as if I complained about my accommodation; like my fellows I just found a quiet corner in a storeroom to curl up in.

I readily admit I had joined the crew of the great paddle-wheeler at short notice. Such short notice that I…

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Guest poet and raconteur: Tallis Steelyard – A Family Saga

Somewhere along the line I will be hosting one of the installments to this lovely tale. Whilst (notice the word to get you in the mood) we wait for IT gliches to resolve I am reblogging each of the already published pieces. I mean when it is my turn you want to be up to date on the story and being October and all Fiction is a lovely endeavor after a healthy walk in the Fall air. Enjoy

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

For once I cannot be blamed for any of it. It’s obvious that nothing that happened was my fault. Indeed if blame is to be allocated, the only person on whom it can fairly fall is my lady wife Shena. Still I am old enough to realise that this is not how the world works. Hence, with a somewhat heavy heart, I have taken steps to at least avoid physical retribution.

To take this sad tale back to the beginning, it all starts, as many tales do, with the pupils of Dame Ralash’s school for ‘young maidens of humble family up to the age of thirteen.’ Shena is an ‘old girl’ of the establishment, and like all the other girls who have attended, she accepts unswervingly Dame Ralash’s conviction that ‘Her girls support each other.’

So Shena introduced me to Charity Belle. A rather pretty young lady, still somewhat naive…

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Expect me… not

I like that turn of phrase and think that tomorrow, whomever I meet I shall say at one point – Expect me not.

Buckets on a Barefoot Beach


if you hope i will love

your

desire,

to own

the whole wide world,

no matter

how much it costs

widows

and orphans

and the

oppressed

you’re about to be very

very

disappointed,

but here is something…

you

CAN

count

on

expect me not

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The 3 Biggest Pitch Mistakes This Editor Sees Every Day…

Valuable information – too valuable not to pass on to my writer friends!

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by Nicole Dieker on The Write Live site:

As an editor, I read a lot of pitches.

Some of them are really easy to say yes to — they’re the pitches that outline a strong, clear narrative with a takeaway for the reader. Other pitches are easy to say no to — they’re either poorly written, irrelevant to the publication or (as is often the case), both.

It’s the ones in between that are hard.

Every day I see writers pitch ideas or topics that could be great stories if they’d done a little more work or written a slightly better pitch. Sometimes I ask them to rework their pitch.

Sometimes I take a chance and hope there’s a good story in there. But often, I say no. After all, I have plenty of better pitches in my inbox.

If you’re a writer who’s sending out pitches but not getting…

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Voices

There was a new voice…..

I choose how I will spend the rest of my life

“and there was a new voice which you slowly
recognized as your own, that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper into the world,
determined to do the only thing you could do —
determined to save the only life you could save.”

Today I read this post “I Have aVoice “from Joss at Depth of a Woman.  I immediately responded in the comments section – Another good post and as Mary Oliver says in The Journey “One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice “

The quote above is also part of the same poem by Mary Oliver.  As Joss says, we are all held up at some time in our life by these voices, whether from friends, acquaintances or others, or even that voice in our own subconscious.  These voices choose to manipulate…

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Joe Hill …

I adore Joe Hill and his mom and dad are not too shabby either. Actually I treasure Stephen King and his off spring and his wife are so talented.

Routine Matters

Joe Hill …

Joseph Hillstrom King (born June 4, 1972), better known by the pen name Joe Hill, is an American author and comic book writer. He has published four novels—Heart-Shaped Box (2007), Horns (2010), NOS4A2 (2013) and The Fireman (2016) — a collection of short stories titled 20th Century Ghosts (2005) and another collection Strange Weather (2017). He is also the Eisner Award-winning author of the comic book series Locke & Key. He is the son of author Stephen King.

In. 2011, on a visit to London, he spoke about his work routine.

You need to be able to sit there for six hours a day, and at the end of the day be able to walk away and let it go. You have to have a kind of blissful acceptance that you might spend two months writing a hundred pages and then throw the whole thing away in a single day…

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Finally a Sunday that is a Day of Rest

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Damn. Sore throat, tinnitus, cold. Should have been more sympathetic when BJRS got their colds last week. Got Fisherman’s Friend (NO not a friendly fisherman), lots of fluids of the nonalcoholic kind. Took last of my Cold FX. Low activity day, probably reading and thinking great thoughts. To my afflicted family above, ‘I feel your pain’

I will be back at it tomorrow!  T’is the season.  Wash your hands, lots of fluid and rest.

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Hunkering down and about to do the hardest thing in the world ….for me

Oh I look so forward to a real writing day.  No visits to make.  No chores to do (okay lots of chores just begging for my attention but none that I shall acknowledge.  I believe dust bunnies are my friends.)

A perfect day to write.  I got out for an early morning walk before the heat sets in.  We are facing a five day run, at the END of September of temperatures 29C (84.2F) to 31C (87.8F).  And that is not including the humidity factor which will make the actual temp feel to be in the 40’s.

Back to my real writing day.  I have discovered, rather uncomfortably, that I can sit down at my desk, phone shut off, doors closed, segregation complete, until I start the Beast.  First quick check of emails but don’t respond, too many.  I found out the hard way that just one click and my morning is gone, baby, gone.

I notice there are comments on WordPress to answer,  Well, that has set up a deadly train to Happy Land but also No Production Land.  And I am in severe danger of being lured into doing and an actual post, always pleasant but again not productive for my immediate needs.

World’s Best Selling and World Changing Book of Fiction aside, I have been working on a very special project and it must be done by the end of October so I can have it ready for Christmas.  That’s all I can say about that.

Oh yeah, The Hardest Thing in The World for Me To Do?  TURN THE INTERNET OFF because I have no will power not to peek. 

Not enough to turn the phone off and create arctic conditions of seclusion.  I have friends who are grown up enough to just sit and write.  Not me.

But clicking that icon to ‘off’  is the hardest worst gut wrenching feeling.

See here I am coffee to the left of me, water to the write…I mean right, and instead of just ‘clicking’ I am writing this to you.

Enough – here I go – leaping.  It will only hurt for a nano sec.  Have a good day everyone.  I shall return.  Say in 10 hours. No sooner I say!

Ironing Out the Wrinkles of Life In a Wash and Wear World

Words spoken yesterday can be interpreted differently today. Some messages are timeless, especially as life gets faster, literally technologically faster, the message to slow down, if not to smell the roses, then at least to notice the fine intricate workings of the fabric.

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Ironing Out the Wrinkles of Life In a Wash and Wear World

I did something today I have not done for years.  I ironed.  Most people I know stopped ironing clothes when wash and wear made our lives easier, although I am not sure where the easier comes in as we have a tendency to fill the time with some other activity and the general pace of life itself has been accelerated so that it occurs to me that ironing in some way might just slow it down.

Now there are still lots of daily and weekly ironers out there.  In fact my cousin in Scotland and her peeps do it all the time.  My SIL here in Canada still irons.

I had the ironing board out to finish off a project when it occurred to me that I…

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