Twitter is the only site that helps promote my stories.
As I have been writing online for over a decade, I have come to some conclusions about the sites that worked best for me; despite my trepidations for many years, I concluded that Twitter is the only site that is helping me.
You can forget Google, and Facebook only works for big business or promoting Muslim terrorist videos; the only two that did work for me are RebelMouse and StumbleUpon, but as they are now paying sites I can't afford another outlay.
Before the success of Forgestriker.
Years before I earned my rep for science fiction with my Forgestriker series www.alsdominion.co.uk/home/how-great-thou-art, I started a project called The Word.
The concept started because I am concerned about the lack of reading the modern generation does when you compare it with how many use game apps for their Ipads.
A group called The Word are trying to fight to win the minds of the young back to reading and away from the dependence on the games provided by their enemy - The Game Lords.
This project has been ongoing for several years - on and off - I came across some old files today on a USB stick I thought I'd lost, and found that when I stopped the story (for the second time), I had written over 100 pages; making this series my longest book by a long way.
This story is a long way from where I would consider ending it, I am considering going ahead with the story, if only for something to do when I am not being a virtual tourist www.alsdominion.co.uk/the-reading-room/my-life-as-a-virtual-tourist.
Along with the central theme I had considered two side projects linked to the concept; one was about a man who risks his life to bring the Indie Writers works into the light of the readers, and the other was about a group of people who were seeking out lost works by unknown writers from the past,
I started the series on my Google blog but gave up because I was writing more paragraphs a week than I was getting readers, the second time I wrote the series was for my old channel on Disqus, again, I stopped for lack of response from readers.
The story has nothing to do with dragons; I used this image as it is one I would have used if I was going to write a dragon short story collection www.alsdominion.co.uk/the-reading-room/there-be-dragons.
An amusing story.
My wife reminded me of an incident during my days with RAFG.
She got up from her nap not long ago, and couldn't recall if it is night or day as it is black outside.
I did that one Winter's day at RAF Laarbruch; as it was winter I went to work in the dark, being a photographic processor I worked in a dark room, and as we had cooking facilities in our area I usually ate with my workmates; then I would go to the mess and head back to barracks.
I'd arrive back in my room not having seen daylight, during the winter this was the "norm."
On the day in question, I entered my room, and as usual, I switched my light on, this time instead of reading - BFBS TV was useless in those days - I fell asleep.
Some while later I woke to find it was 11:00; my first thought was "Shoot, am I in the doghouse for this!"
Gathering my senses, I looked out to see what the weather was, to find it was pitch black. It took me a few minutes to realize I had only been asleep for a few hours.
Like a fine wine some ladies age beautifully.
I cannot understand why film and TV producers fixate on the perception that mature ladies are not as sexually attractive as the younger ones. In my opinion, I'd say it is the opposite, but there again to me being beautiful is more about aging gracefully and having a pleasant personality than just having a sweet face.
As Hannah said in my book www.amazon.com/dp/B075BJH2D2 "Are trees that have aged with the winds not as attractive as young saplings?"
Does anybody care?
The title of my ghost story could also be the title for my life in the decade when I tried to sell my e-books.
One thing I did learn from the last decade is that no matter how many people read my FREE BLOG it amounts to zilch for sales of my work.
The bottom line here reads - to blog or not to blog - who cares?
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.