UK Amazon Kindle Forum discussion

Well sorry but it was an emergency, and I had to grab whatever I could find. I'll take very good care of it.

So, DM; I see you have changed the thread title. What ARE you writing?

he changes his titles with his underwear?

Aw, I like the thrill of daring I got every time I clicked where it said not to click...

He'll be a bit whiffy then. He's been in the last one for a week!

You should write a sequel to Serpent in the Glass

Who'd have thought of that? Excellent idea Jud!

:o)

The Serpent Out of the Glass? ;)

The Empty Glass?

The Half-empty (or Half-full) Glass?

How about, The Secrets of the Glass as we will find out what all it can do and how Thomas got it etc...

The Glassed Serpent?
Not that I go in that type of pub of course.

The full glass! How about one that never gets empty?

Thomas through the Looking Glass .. ?

;)

Serpently not!

hehe - good one.

Are you asp-iring to greater things with this book?

No, I'm thinking of *scale*ing things back...

D M speak with forked tongue?

I think I better stop, or this discussion will just "dragon"...

I can't think of any snake/serpent related jokes :o(

Maybe I'll just slither away back to my hole in the ground

(aha! I got one!)

You can really spread your wings and try a totally new genre...

No don't do that

Why not? He's hot stuff! Or so I'm told...

Cause he can't do a sequel if he is doing a completely different genre

Have you not adder nuff of this?

I might ;)

Well if our Mr Humphries can do 3 different series at once...

groan @ Jay-me ;)

Thought I'd post some random writings from bits I've not yet completed (or abandoned!). Here's the first. Enjoy:

Thorkill’s grey-blue eyes flickered open as a shadow crossed his weathered face. He watched the raven’s passage through the cold morning’s sky until it disappeared into the low hills on the horizon. Pushing his hands and knees into the the dark sand beneath, he stood and looked along the shoreline where the remains of the knarr floated absently in the foam. The storm had come suddenly and violently, dashing the small ship to pieces and condemning its small crew to the billowing surge. He alone had survived. He could feel it. The sea had rejected him, spewed him out to meet some purpose known only to the Vanir.

Oooh, that's a bit good. Is the knarr a vessel? should it be The Knarr?
You can either tell me to shut up or stick your fingers in my eyes. That might work.

A knarr is a type of Viking boat.

Thanks!

Perhaps the last clause would be better as "to meet some purpose known only to the Vanir." ?

Yes. I think you're right.

Edited ;)

A big thanks to K.M. Weiland for her five-star (and very kind) review of Pied and Prodigious!

I think it's rubbish.

If it's not a sequel I don't want to read about it.

That's a great review Darren. Dare I hope she has put it on Amazon too?

Yes, and Shelfari. :)

Ignite, is there a way to drown mermaids?

I think a deep tank and a brick tied on the tail might work!

Just don't allow her anything Disney...

... because Jud sings but Walt ...

I tried that, but it disney work...



(ah, the old ones are the best!)

(Does he mean me?) Why, thank you, dear!

lol

Hey :o(

You're all mean

You say one of my favourite books is rubbish and then you say WE'RE mean?

Cheeky lass.

What book did I say was rubbish?

Alright you lot.

Naughty step for all of you.

And no biscuits with your room temperature milk this afternoon, either.

Jud (Disney Diva) wrote: "What book did I say was rubbish?"

Pied and Prunejuice.
Patti, I've been on the naughty step all my life!

Reading of the first chapter of Pied and Prodigious published on YouTube (read by speculative and historical fiction author, K.M. Weiland)...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Br1K6...

A piece of flash fiction I had to write at a writers' group a couple of years ago (it had to be 250 words max and have something to do with dirt):


A Handful of Dirt


Dirt, mud, dust, crumbs, stains, mould. Jean Pristine had sworn to eradicate them all. Her multi-pocketed custom-made apron was testament to her war on domestic grime, her body armour against the flak of filth. Loaded with an arsenal capable of taking out every last speck of dust from two floors of a large office building, the duster-yellow pinny was home to an array of tools and weapons: cloths, brushes, antiseptic sprays, disinfectants, a pink telescopic feather duster, a magnifying glass, and a small high-suction portable vacuum cleaner for accessing those places her Dyson DC33i just couldn’t reach.

Today, however, Jean had ventured into enemy territory – the garden. She tossed a handful of dirt over the freshly dug six-foot-long flowerbed. She’d loved Jack so much when they’d first got married. As a wedding gift he’d bought her a life-time supply of grease-remover tablets. He’d even taken the trouble to include a Betterware convention as part of their honeymoon package. She’d been so happy. But not long into their marriage she’d found out about his dirty secret. She didn’t want to accept it at first. She felt betrayed. Then he started bringing his filth into the house. It all came to a head when she’d found the magazines. She’d confronted him and he'd confessed.

She sighed and picked up the magazines. Taking one final glance at their repulsive covers, she threw them into the small incinerator on the lawn. If she’d known Jack was a gardener, she’d never have married him.