IT’S FREE!

I followed the sounds of protest through the door. Boris in his dressing gown groped Liesel. He cackled as her pear-shaped body wriggled and squirmed in his hands. “Tell me where he is,” he said, “or I’ll choke you.” [excerpt from Mission of the Unwilling.]

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TRAVELLING WITH THE T-TEAM (20)

When he had disappeared behind the vehicle, I unravelled myself from my bedding, pulled on my boots and shuffled over to the fire joining Richard and Matt, spreading hands over the flames to continue the process of waking up.
‘Oh, no!’ Dad cried.
‘What?’ Mr B sat up in his sack. He looked like a red caterpillar with slits for eyes.
‘The Rover’s bogged,’ Dad yelled from behind the Rover.

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THOUGHTS ON TUESDAY

When I first started exhibiting my paintings, friends, family, and fellow artists asked, ‘Have you sold?’ and ‘How many paintings have you sold?’
The fact that I had sold made me an authentic artist.
Same can be true as an author of two self-published works of fiction. Again, like a broken record, those interested asked, ‘How many books have you sold?’
Answer, ‘Er, um…not that many.’
Then the implication I should have gone through the traditional route of getting a publisher.

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