Andrew McEwan's Blog: Words Are the Gravy On the Mashed Potato of Life - Posts Tagged "fascist"
Sex Sandwich
I've made vague reference to it previously, and the evidence is manifold, but I am not a blogger. I don't even pretend to try. My last 'blog' was composed under the influence of alcohol. There are countless worthy folk out there banging away about this and that who are far more deserving of your attention. What I do do (aside from not worrying about repeat words and random alliteration) is sprinkle on the world a little salt. Vinegar is asking too much and just soaks into the paper anyway. And yes I am making this up as I go along. I find that's the best way to write.
Underlay is now out in paperback! Yay and such. You can get it from lulu.com or wait till it appears on Amazon in a couple of weeks. Or you could enter the giveaway I have running currently and be in the draw for a free signed copy. Someone very kindly left me a 1 star review on Amazon for the Kindle version they acquired via a free download. I'm kinda hoping a) this person has a minor accident, you know, some bruising, maybe a persistent rash; and b) I might in fact get a better one to balance it out. Asking too much? Okay, if I have to choose...
On an entirely different subject I now have a crown. I'm not king and neither am I about to give birth. I've simply been fitted with a metal tooth. For some reason I'm really quite fond of it already. Given it cost me 200 quid that's probably as well, and I'll be avoiding toffees for the forseeable future - but wow, metal.
I haven't actually sold a soiltary book in over a month. This is the lot of a literary vole bent on the destruction of the publishing establishment. First you have to manufacture the tools, and a sturdy helmet. Then you have to get people interested by using the word SEX etc. And offering food. Thenceforth it's a slow dig under the reinforced walls of the monolithic Palace of Words, where all the beautiful people hang out. But soon, my pretties, soon they'll be heads on poles. Figuratively speaking.
Now, pray purchase a title that I may endure. Or make fun of a fascist. That always helps.
Underlay is now out in paperback! Yay and such. You can get it from lulu.com or wait till it appears on Amazon in a couple of weeks. Or you could enter the giveaway I have running currently and be in the draw for a free signed copy. Someone very kindly left me a 1 star review on Amazon for the Kindle version they acquired via a free download. I'm kinda hoping a) this person has a minor accident, you know, some bruising, maybe a persistent rash; and b) I might in fact get a better one to balance it out. Asking too much? Okay, if I have to choose...
On an entirely different subject I now have a crown. I'm not king and neither am I about to give birth. I've simply been fitted with a metal tooth. For some reason I'm really quite fond of it already. Given it cost me 200 quid that's probably as well, and I'll be avoiding toffees for the forseeable future - but wow, metal.
I haven't actually sold a soiltary book in over a month. This is the lot of a literary vole bent on the destruction of the publishing establishment. First you have to manufacture the tools, and a sturdy helmet. Then you have to get people interested by using the word SEX etc. And offering food. Thenceforth it's a slow dig under the reinforced walls of the monolithic Palace of Words, where all the beautiful people hang out. But soon, my pretties, soon they'll be heads on poles. Figuratively speaking.
Now, pray purchase a title that I may endure. Or make fun of a fascist. That always helps.
Words Are the Gravy On the Mashed Potato of Life
...there may be lumps in either or both.
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