Lazarian Wordsmith's Blog, page 15

Scammers are offering In The Wicker Wood as a free PDF – It's true!

I did a search for my Free Kindle and found out that four websites, Fraud134, Tramp93, Strike7 and Help87 are offering to give people a free PDF copy of my book.
BUT You Have to Log In to their site, with your eMail address, to progress past the first page. Reckon I'm safe.
Of course I have not given away my publishing rights to fraudsters – so beware – four Big Bad Wolves are trying to tell you what big eyes you have.
But don't worry, 'cause until midnight Friday 12 June you can get a genuine free copy from any Amazon site near you.

And this offer is not a scamming fraud!
http://www.amazon.co.uk/In-The-Wicker-Wood-Secrets-ebook/dp/B00U1SPJ3O

http://www.amazon.com/The-Wicker-Wood-Lazarian-Wordsmith/dp/1500691364

As Mr Wilberforce Clayborne Humphries said I'm Free, I'm Free!

The Kindle of In The Wicker Wood from today, until 12 June, is a free download.
You will get a good read (they say) and an opportunity to post a review: good, bad, or terrible!
Not to be missed I would say, the chance to review it, I mean.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/In-The-Wicker-Wood-Secrets-ebook/dp/B00U1SPJ3O/ref=tmm_kin_title_popover

http://www.amazon.com/The-Wicker-Wood-Lazarian-Wordsmith/dp/1500691364

Amazon are Blaggin' The Kindle Today

Amazon are sending out emails and asking people to buy "In The Wicker Wood" Kindle version.

I might as well help in the effort - to sell my book.

http://www.amazon.com/The-Wicker-Wood-Lazarian-Wordsmith/dp/1500691364


Or UK & Ireland at:-

http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Wicker-Wood-Lazarian-Wordsmith/dp/1500691364


Although I S'pose it doesn't matter where you do a Kindle download from 'cept the Currency Paid.

So stick with your Dollars or Punt your Pounds. I mean spend in your local currency. Don't stick nuttin' nowhere!

I don't know what to be saying!

Desperate for a blogger – writers block. I would much prefer it was a wooden block. I could fire that up.Or a building block – I could build on that.
But bloomin' writers' block. It must be like a Blocker in Football, one thump knocks you about and you take time to recover.

Now that's a start, lets hope it continues.  
Hey I'm cured. I know what to say!
Buy my new book!
http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Wicker-Wood-Lazarian-Wordsmith/dp/1500691364

My First Goodreads Giveaway Completed.

I put a paperback of my first book, “The Knowledge Seekers & The Land OF Cudhabeen” into a Goodreads Giveaway for the UK and Ireland.
One hundred readers applied for the 10 free copies.
Today I dispatched the final book.
It was strange though, that no one in Ireland won a copy – the Goodreads team did the selection of the winners.

I don't even know if anyone in Ireland applied!

Self Publishing Success Story - His "Children of The Dead End" - is a masterpiece!

“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.” 
― Stephen King

Patrick McGill was born near  Glenties  and * educated locally* . At the age of twelve he was sent to the  Hiring Fair  in Strabane, County Tyrone where he was hired to a wealthy farmer. After two years McGill went to work as a labourer on the Glasgow to Greenock line of the Caledonian Railway in Scotland and, at the age of twenty-one, he self-published a volume of poetry entitled *Gleanings from a Navvy's Scrapebook* which he sold door to door, apparently selling over seven thousand copies. McGill published two more poetry volumes to mixed critical acclaim before moving to London where he began writing novels. 
In 1914 McGill published an fictional account of the harsh life endured by Irish emigrant workers in Scotland entitled *Children of the Dead End* which was followed by its companion novel *The Rat Pit*. Both novels were best sellers.
During World War I McGill fought with the London Irish Rifles and his war memories are vividly recorded in *The Great Push* (1916) and *The Red Horizon*(1916) and in a volume of poetry, *Soldier Songs from the Great Push*.
McGill continued to write poetry, fiction and drama into the 1930's but his first literary endeavours remained his best. 
Courtesy of:- Donegal on the Net 

* Left school at 12 years old, read every book he clould get his hand on, then produced the work above.

Very good advice for a writter using a Pen-Name.

Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
George Bernard Shaw
So now that I'm lazarian Wordsmith, I have to create myself and my work.

Hold on - I've done that!

http://www.amazon.com/Lazarian-Wordsmith/e/B00JZMOSP2

I love this quote and this is why!

I must say I find television very educational. The minute somebody turns it on, I go to the library and read a good book.
Groucho Marx
I participate in a forum where "writers" post links to their latest "masterpiece". Self publishing has a lot to answer for!

They are usually badly written, badly formatted, not punctuated, and generally terrible to try and read.

So why, instead of writing like a TV sit-com script, will they not heed the advice above, and go and read a book, before they produce "Gibberish" and dare to call themselved "Published Writers".

I downloaded your Kindle - haven't started it yet!

“From the moment I picked up your book until I put it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.” 

Groucho Marks.


Today I found out what he meant.

The Eulogy Was Birdsong.

“If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.” 
― Seamus Heaney,  Stepping Stones: Interviews with Seamus Heaney

I was at a funeral the weekend, a good writer, a lover of nature, and his family. Dead, far to young.

He liked the poetry of Heaney and Kavanagh.

At Mass the priest talked about his love of the Dawn Chorus, and how he would bring the kids, into woods on nature walks.

We were just finished the burial: it's customary at that point to say a decade of the Rosary. But the birds were singing, a robin was flitting around on the ground, and the priest said "Let's just listen to the birds singing." We did for a few minutes and I felt a little less sad that I had lost a friend.

Today a phrase came to mind.

The eulogy was birdsong.