I'd like to thank Nick for throwing a leg over his stallion and riding to the rescue of this particular damsel in distress. And for calling me 'dude'. Hehe. I haven't been called 'dude' in ages. I'd send him a jar of home-made jam (jelly) and oatmeal chewy cookies but he's waaaaaaaaaaaaaay over there in the northern hem.
Nick says he likes to serve the Lord. Pardon my hair-splitting but I prefer to call it serving the cause, which is the cause of tolerance and understanding. He's quite the s
So, what does one do on the Queen's birthday? Silly question...what every queen does...washing. Rattle, rattle, bang, clump, silence. The load's out of balance. Rattle, rattle, bang, clump, silence. Re-arrange load. Nope, no workies. Try several re-arrangements. Voila! Spinning beautifully! That's the prob with centrifical force...balance. Bleh. Forget all the physics, I suspect the real reason is that washing powder is the equivalent of booze in humans.
Then, make more pancake batter and bo
Yes, dear Breth, when I saw a herd of elephants in my yard yesterday I was reminded that I'd neglected to make a new entry in my blog. Don't get me wrong, elephants are cool but... nuff's nuff. Okay, now that I've started this entry what the bloody hell am I gonna write about?
How about whiskers? Can anyone tell me what God was thinking when he gave us blokes whiskers? I hate shaving, but I hate whiskers even more. Was Adam created with whiskers? And did he sprout hairy earholes as he aged?
Okay, we as authors set to entertain, inform and whatever. But when something like this comes along, it can reduce an author to tears...which it did me:
Hi Gary, I Hope you don
Yes dear Breth, chapter 14 of Horace Fink is now posted: http://www.gayauthors.org/eficiton/viewstory.php?sid=349
Actually, I just finished chapter 28 today after quite a struggle. But, ya know, creating something worthwhile, no matter the effort, is most rewarding. AND PERMANENT!
I was thinking today about the mix of GA members, the generational differences, the fossils and apprentice fossils, and it's a wonderful thing...the way the whole world should be. 'From out of the mouths of ba
Before I fergit, I posted chapter 13 of Horace Fink today: http://www.gayauthors.org/eficiton/viewstory.php?sid=349
Okies, now about prima donnas and bitchers. During my 'career' in mass media and advertising I met quite a few, which is the reason I would NEVER return to that business. It's way too ego infested for my liking. But, guess what? Yeah, GA has them too...not many, mind you, but a few. That's to be expected, right? PDs and Bs are everywhere. What I wanna know is how NOT to let th
Dang it! I was half way though this entry when I went somewhere else and lost it! Grrrr. I was saying how impressed I am with the level of wit and intelligence from members of GA, and that, when I first joined, I expected a whole bunch of girly types in frocks, fishnets and stillettos...and that, despite my disappointment (is it as funny the second time around?) I grew to be impressed by the wonderful peeps here and their awesome contributions. Then I went on to say that Kyle/Cody in Green Room
Wot dat? Advanced as in years? Dozen madder, it sounds good. And to think I've waited all these years to earn some kinda award. Yeah, feels good too. In this house I get the pancake award cos I make yummy ones. Cooking is my 'other' outlet. Later, I'll rustle up a batch of scones. Hot and fresh is the ONLY way to pig out on scones. And for din dins tonight I'll throw together a potato (cottage) pie soived with steamed spinach. It's true ya know, the way to a man's heart is via his stomach. After
Yeah, that's the way one begins, with a blank page. "What the bloody hell can I write about?" But, dear Breth, all a blank page is is a tease daring you to produce something. It becomes a challenge that any author worth his salt cannot resist. Do you know where that saying comes from? Roman soldiers were paid in salt as well as coins.
Hoo, hoo, hoo. We've got salt! Miles and miles and miles of salt! Oh it's
fine to be a genius of course, but keep that old horse before the cart!
Yes, ya go
Lots of peeps sleep in on Sunday mornings. Not this fossil. Up at 6am, exercise for 5 minutes (coughing), switch on computer, boil kettle, take a long pee (by which time the water has boiled), make tea, download email and begin to stir the mental cogs into action (squeak, squeak, grind, grind).
Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise. Don't you believe it. I'm none of those three. For many years I was breakfast announcer on radio...5am start. "How about you guys cha
I posted this on a forum but it was rejected because it smacked of spamming. Fair enough. That was not my intention...I just felt elated and wanted to share it, so the blog is probably a more appropriate venue. Here goes...I received this email today about Green Room, the free story posted on my web site (and also Nifty):
www.kellytrader.com
Mr. Kelly:
Wow is probably all I can say to this story. The characters, the plot, everything comes alive as you begin to read this story. You la
Now who was it that gave Horace Fink a 5-star review? I'm too excited to remember...bondwriter, I think. Anyway, I was thrilled to bits. What's an author without an audience? I've heard often that books are an author's children, and I agree. I taught mine not to dribble, say dumb things, and to blow their noses before seating themselves at the dinner table. I was invited to Sunday lunch one time at a friend's house and their two little boys had GIANT candles hanging from their noses. PUH-LEEEEEE
It's 7:20am and I'm adding another entry to my blog? A bloke's not the full quid. But I need to get the fingers and gray soup happening before I finish #27 of Horace Fink.
Sooooooo, what is a gay author? An author who writes about gays or an author who IS gay? Silly question, I know, but like I said it's early. To my knowledge, Agatha Christie never murdered anyone in real life so maybe that's the answer.
I figured out that I'll need to buy a new globe for the loo in 27.3 years. It's on
"Drugs are easier to get, cheaper and more potent...the war is lost." So says an expert on a current affairs program airing at the mo. Meanwhile, the pollies argue in ivory towers that have nothing to do with grass roots. It's a worry. Actually, it's pathetic. The interviewee goes on to say, "ask yourself where is the easiest place to get drugs? And the answer is in jail."
Why any kid would want to put sand in his fuel tank or f**K with the mother board of his computer is beyond me. WE ARE W
I like the word 'piffle', not that I use it often...actually, this could be the first time ever. Piffle, piffle, piffle. Nancy, my grossly overweight neighbor from a few years ago, used 'piffle' occasionally. She wore outrageous hats...big ostentatious floppy things with bows and flowers and assorted wobbly bits. She was known locally as 'the hat lady'. One time I turned an old gas copper washer into (what I thought was a brilliantly creative) planter pot, and moved it to her side of the yard fo
Thanks to Camy, I now know the meaning of Lexicon. Nope...it's not a Toyota and it has nothing to do with some crook trying to pinch your Lexi. So, there ya go, ya learn something every day. Also, while I'm in a mood, Myr helped me with formatting The Inevitable Murder of Horace Fink on eFiction (to delete the dark blue background). He must be a genius, that bloke. Is he responsible for the programming on GA? The site is incredibly user friendly (even for fossils). BTW, due to overwhelming de
Yeah, right... be careful what you click. I happily did the mouse trick a couple of times today and accidentally deleted stuff. "Gimme that back!" "Too late!" "But I need it!" "Be more careful next time!" Bleh. You know those little 'are you sure' windows? I need about ten of those. Myr went to a lot of trouble to sort out my 'skin' prob with the posted story on eFiction. He fixed chapter one and told me how to fix the rest. Click! *Poof* Gone!
My housemate and his missus will travel to Engl
I added a few friends to my blog today...Camy because he's a cheeky Pom, Jack Scribe because he bends over backwards (note, not forwards) to be of assistance to newbies, and ... well, I shouldn't mention his name just yet cuz he needs to approve my listing him as a friend. He's picky like that. I've been somewhat involved in other blog sites where EVERYBODY wants to be your friend, not because they like you, oh, no, but because of something they call NETWORKING. Ugh! How ikky and heartless! Not
Okies, I bowed to incredible pressure from millions of GA members and posted the first chapter of TEMOHF. BUT, dumb dumb here made some kinda boo boo cuz it's got a dark blue background and I couldn't find a way to GET RID OF IT! So I contacted GA to ask why. The story is posted in eFiction. I've written 26 chapters so far, so be patient...all will be revealed soon enough. Actually, the story is not finished yet but I anticipate the final chapter sometime around July. I generally write about two
An Aussie singer/musician of Aboriginal extraction (with a splash of Irish) was interviewed the other day about his music. The entire interview was interesting but what really struck a chord with me was the man's Aboriginality and his love of the land. I'd love you to come out, my friend, and just experience that. And the majesty of a night-time, looking at the night sky and that feeling, that total spirituality. The quietness. Like, you can feel infinity touching you. That last sentence really
Coming Undone says I sound like a helluva bloke and that, at least, I made him laugh. Always the joker a friend once told me. Well, yes, humor rules. Helluva bloke? I dunno about that. The only time I stand out is when all the other passengers in an elevator leave...and that's why I rely on the keyboard to put my mind on exhibition. There's a helluva lotta weirdo stuff that goes on in there that's not apparent when I'm standing in an elevator watching the various floor numbers light up on the pa
