I have no need for a passport.
My passport ran out this month, and as I do not need to replace it, this will be another sign of my mental decline as the Department for Works and Pensions have taken so much money from this year that even if I needed a passport, I could not afford to replace mine.
All I can say is that I am thankful for being able to remain a virtual tourist - www.alsdominion.co.uk/home/a-virtual-tourist and www.alsdominion.co.uk/the-reading-room/a-change-that-is-not-for-the-better
At around 20:30 tonight our house in Hartcliffe, South Bristol was rocked by a blast; I heard a muffled roar like far away thunder and the windows got shaken. My thought was that a boiler had exploded as the explosion was muffled as if it was inside a building, I wasn't wrong - www.bristolpost.co.uk/news/bristol-news/pictures-reveal-extent-damage-caused-2577620
I didn't realise but we live so close that if I had a good arm, the house is so close I cold have thrown a football to the house that blew up - www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-bristol-47346758
Children's story time.
Several years ago when I wrote for a children's charity book, I considered trying my hand at writing fairy tales about some dragons; two of my stories are in print in charity books.
One is in "Angels Cried" written for the Sandy Hook massacre, and the other is in "Fairies, Pixies, and Dragons, Oh my!" by the Peacock Writers.
One theme I was thinking about was a series called Drakanarc; the idea was for a man to take a flying boat to collect tales of dragons from around the world.
Another idea was for a sports story about dragons on motorcycles; needless to say; nothing came of the plan.
Last night I searched my Google blog for the stories I had written years ago, don't ask why as I have no answer, I found three stories from several years ago and one from two years that I could include if I wrote the selection.
World War 2 romance.
Two of my early ghost stories are linked by the romance between a nurse and a US airman whose spirit lies trapped in the wreckage of a crashed plane.
Though my story is fiction, it is based in fact, as there are many crash sites in the UK where USAAF planes never made it back to base.
If you recall your Twilight Zone episodes, this story is similar to "King Nine won't return."
With a free will, these girls leave their country to live with ISIS, the enemy of the western world; they have babies and decide that the life is not for them, so they ask to return.
What mother would choose to have a child in a country lacking basic medical and full of fleas?
They willingly take up arms against a country, then beg that country to take them back when they realize how stupid they have been; I have only one thing to say to these traitors - you made your bed, now lie in it.
Sure, let them into the country, and try them as traitors as treason is punishable by death.
Really, what do they expect?
Muslims treat women as being lower than cattle, did they expect to get respect?
Girls like these are nothing more than breeders of terrorists.
When I was on LinkedIn, I was asked by a writer in Newfoundland to send him a copy of my 5-star rated book, Nerja www.alsdominion.co.uk/home/nerja, the next thing I knew is he stopped chatting to me and published the short story as his, The official edition is the one I re-edited, and I am selling on Amazon and Draft2Digital.
My only work that is not self-published.
Several years ago, I had worked published in an anthology book; I keep forgetting about these ghost stories because though the book sold, I never saw any royalties for my work.
A few months later, I rewrote and edited the stories; the better versions are on sale from my pages on Amazon and Draft2Digital.
The end of a blog.
This blog gets between 100 per day, so you may wonder why it will close in October?
The answer is simple to understand; I am paying for your pleasure, and getting nothing in return by e-book sales. The cost of the editing software and the blog comes to over $150 per year, and I cannot afford this luxury. To cover this cost, it would take me over a decade at the present rate of sales.
So, if you wish to keep reading my blog, some sales would come in useful to show you care about what I am writing.
My help ended up meaning nothing.
In my last months, I am looking out for Numero Uno and nobody else.
Years ago, I helped other writers with their book publication, and promotion for free because I thought my help was needed.
What a foolish concept that was!
I helped a writer in Wales get a contract; I helped a writer from Canada get her series a publisher, and I helped a writer in Australia boost his sales from 20 a month to over 200 a month,and what did I get in return?
Not even a thank you, that is why three years ago, I chose to help only myself as I am the one person I could not boost sales for no matter how hard I tried, but there again I had NO HELP FROM ANYONE!
Killing off a character.
I don't find it difficult to comprehend the change in my writing, after all, none of my ebooks have sold in the last three years, and this leads me to a situation that years ago would have upset me - killing of a beloved character in a story - but not now.
The situation first comes to show seven years ago when friends who were following the adventures of my hero (Mark Johnson) got worried that after a bad week I'd kill off their hero; in the end, I spent days trying to write a gruesome end, but I never could do it.
The next time was when I had to kill off a character who was dying slowly in my second sci-fi series (The Word); I knew his story needed a heroic death to give his life meaning, but I cried for days after writing his finale.
Now, I woke this morning with an ending for my romance that I had not foreseen, and feel no remorse if I write the death of Kim Altland from "A Homecoming," after all the book has been on sale for two years and not sold.
I haven't decided how to end "The Reunion," or even if I shall end it, nobody cared what happened in the end.