…I ask for no thanks… merely doing my wee bit to bring together the ‘haves’ and the ‘have-nots’… #TBSU…

…there are times when my little grey cells are so sparse, yeez can count them on one finger… ‘muddle’ is my middle name… or was that, ‘middle’ is my……? …blessed with flashes of Einsteinian insights I am not… and regularly, my elevator certainly ‘doesn’t go all the way to the top’… nevertheless, into every intelligence-starved brain the occasional geniusism glints…in pursuit of an everlasting legacy to leave behind for Mankind when I eventually slope off to the big Laptop Shop in the Sky, I believe I have discovered my wee offering for the rest of yeez out there… it’s apparent to me that a gazillion squillions of moolah is sloshing around in certain parts of the globe, seeking new homes… yeez have all seen them… the daily, almost hourly, emails from assorted widows of Nigerian/Burkina Faso/Somalian/Liberian generals with oodles of unclaimed dollars to share… obscure officials from even more obscure Financial Central Banks from places with names straight out of the Scrabble dictionary… with dead-mens’ fortunes to spirit away… on the distaff side of the email inbox, other types of messages arrive… yeez can spot them immediately… the tell-tale sign is the opener, ‘My dearest whoever yeez are’… ‘Chosen one of my heart…’ ‘I’ve carefully selected your name’… (I’d always thought my parents had done that)…etc… these unfortunate souls have been stricken with poverty-inducing tragedies on a scale only matched by that time Miley Cyrus was obliged to go on stage fully-clothed… but, I digress… here’s my plan… I’ve devised a means of tying up the two types of email streams… the Moolah-Mountain-Moguls with the Charity-Cherishing-Champions… there’s them what wants to give… and them what wants to receive… …I ask for no thanks… merely doing my wee bit to bring together the ‘haves’ and the ‘have-nots’… and maybe this ol’ Jurassic’ll be able to get on with the rest of his email life in peace… although somehow, I feel that may not happen anytime soon… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ


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Ode to Hath

Seumas Gallacher:

…. here’s a Scots lassie who combines her love of poetry and bikes … my pal Author Ailsa Abraham…enjoy…:)

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I have a motorcycle

He’s my pride and joy indeed

I am never ever happier

Than when taking bends at speed.

I sing with joy while riding

On my black and silver steed.

In summer time when it is hot

The bikers all turn to

A ride-out I can find sometimes

I raise left fist “YooHoo!”

The bikers’ salute is returned

I slide in at the back

And gently work my way along

Into the revving pack

And then I’m in my element

I could not ask for more

Though they are all big hairy blokes

And I’m just five feet four.

There’s growling Harleys, Kwakers,

Oh my saints alive!

There’s one great big Laverda

Though we’re just a 125

They treat us like a brother

For the miles I tag along

Then with a final left salute

I go home, filled with song.

Cos just for a few minutes

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Seumas Gallacher

Seumas Gallacher:

…yeee hawwww.!!.. I get to feature on ‘Reading Recommendations’…thanks m’Lady Susan M. Toy at IslandCatCreations …

Originally posted on Reading Recommendations:


Seumas Gallacher

What is your latest release and what genre is it?Savage Payback, a crime thriller

Quick description: A series of coordinated lethal bomb attacks on a dozen jewelry stores in London’s West End drag former SAS officer, Jack Calder and his specialist security firm, International Security Partners, into a deadly mesh of murder and international drug running.

A black ops explosives expert, an ex-colleague turned renegade mercenary with a twisted lust for revenge, emerges from the past to join forces with a powerful and dangerous drug baron from Eastern Europe.

A major cocaine trafficker from South America compounds the threats as competitive turf issues straddle international territories.

Attacks close to home heighten the urgency for Calder and his team to find and deal with each of the three sinister adversaries in a final savage payback


Brief biography:
Seumas Gallacher escaped from the world of finance five years…

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…Authors, don’t read too much into yer masterpiece’s reviews… neither brilliant nor blehh!… #TBSU…

…we quill-scrapers can be a sensitive bunch… as far as criticising our wee masterpieces are concerned, it can be very much a ‘…if yeez-prick-me-do-I-not-bleed?’ drama thing… and no amount of emotional tourniquets or Granny’s salve, ‘…don’t worry, son, I LUV yer WURK, even if these nutters out there don’t appreciate it’ will make the nasty review beastie ‘go away’… after a while yeez get to understand that sycophants and trolls exist happily side by side in the Literary WURLD… and yeez all get yer fair share of them over time… the slalom of LUV IT/HATE IT/LUV IT/HATE IT/LUV IT most of us experience about our own production usually becomes less violent after a time, and we kinda just know the level of quality of the hours/days/eons of our labours that finish up on the real or virtual shelves… reviews are important, however… reviews show yeez that sumb’dy’s at least taken time to actually read yer stuff… reviews give other prospective buyers/downloaders a sense of yer wee babies… and in the universe of the Great God Amazon Kindle, reviews are the magnets yeez want to have on yer author’s page… a WURD of caution to any of yeez who may (heaven forfend) seek to manipulate or even womanipulate yer reviews… manufactured sheaves of 5-star repeated commendations with a WURD or phrase tweeked here and there are so transparently obvious… and paradoxically, a smattering (just a smattering, mind) of even negative comments lend positive credence to the panel of reviews yeez get… readers are not dumb… they like what they like, and can make their own minds up… yeez ‘ll get to learn whose opinions to respect, whose advice to heed, whose directions to take aboard… and ignore the rest… treat them as neither brilliant nor blehh!… they only are… this lot below have attracted more than 100 reviews to date, and I won’t bore yeez with the individual aggregate of stars (I’ll leave that to the astronomers and astrologers), but I’m happy with them… and if any of yeez feel inclined to add yer own tuppence-worth to them, be my guest… see yeez later…LUV YEEZ

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Glass Houses

Seumas Gallacher:

…magnificent post by Jo Robinson !! a must read for anyone on ANY side of this discussion… beautifully expressed, m’Lady ..I’m gonna reblog this :):)

Originally posted on Jo Robinson:

Many established self-published authors are very helpful to newbies, sharing the knowledge that they have gained on their individual scribbling trips. There are also loads of books available too these days covering everything from formatting to marketing. Some things are pretty straightforward to learn, but other things are just opinions, no matter how strongly they’re voiced. Like giving your books away for free. Some authors are quite scathing about there being so many free books out there, that they feel they are losing out on selling their own. Then there are the calls for gatekeepers to stop the badly edited, formatted, or written books from ever making it out there, and thereby offend readers so badly that they will never so much as glance at a self-published book again, thereby also taking food out of “legitimate” self-published authors mouths.

I’ve made pretty much all the mistakes any newbie can flying…

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…Ladieeees and Gennnlemennn!… the Unsurpassable Charity Parkerson’s ‘UNSURPASSED’… fill yer boots … #TBSU…

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…prolific Author friend, Charity Parkerson is no stranger to bestselling success… just have a wee peek at some of her assorted accolades:

…award winning and multi-published author with Ellora’s Cave Publishing. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters.

*2013 Readers’ Favorite Award Winner
*2013 Reviewers’ Choice Award Winner
*ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance
*Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath
*Named one of the top 10 best books by an Indie author in 2011- Paranormal Reads Reviews
*Best Paranormal Romance of 2012- Paranormal Reads Reviews

…comes now the release of her latest offering to gazillions of global fans, UNSURPASSED… and, no, Mabel, that’s not me on the cover page…


The blurb itself is intriguing:

Book 1 in the No Rival series

Aubree is infatuated with two men, Max and Ryan. The two former Marines have been her close friends ever since she made her first misguided attempt at joining their kickboxing classes. When the pair invites her to join them at a weekend party thrown by Drew, a famous MMA champion, she has no idea what they have in mind. After spending one hot ménage night with the pair, Aubree learns the men’s intentions are not all about her. Feeling betrayed, Aubree turns to Drew who is also tugging at her heart. She must choose between the two men who have been the center of her fantasies, and the one man who could make all her dreams come true.

Inside Scoop: This sexy tale includes a ménage and male/male encounters that may leave you wishing for an alpha male fighter of your own.
A Romantica contemporary erotic romance from 
Ellora’s Cave Publishing

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…let’s tease yeez in with an excerpt:

Leaning against the cool wood of the hotel room door, she met his stare trying hard not to smile like an idiot.

“This was fun.”

Drew’s eyes flashed. “If you ask nicely, I’ll let you take me to bed.”

She shook her head at his antics. “What if I’m not feeling especially nice?”

Drew brushed his hand over her hip. “You’re right. You do feel naughty,” he agreed. Holding her stare, he bent closer, giving her time to protest his advance. The door opened at Aubree’s back. If she hadn’t hit the solid wall of Max’s chest, she might have ended up sprawled across the floor. Tilting back her head, she took note of the angry expression on Max’s face before switching her gaze back to Drew. His eyes danced with humor as he mouthed, “Denied,” and Aubree slapped her hand over her mouth to smother her giggles.

“Have a nice night, Drew.” Drew ignored Max’s snarling words.

“May I see you again?”

“I’d like that,” she answered without hesitation. Max growled. At the sound, Drew flashed him a cocky grin before giving her a wicked version of it and turning away. As soon as he moved out of the doorway, Max slammed it closed, focusing his ire on her. She’d never seen him truly angry before now. She laughed nervously.

“Are you drunk?”

“No,” she answered, incredulous. “I’ve had two glasses of champagne all night.”

“Your face is flushed.”

Aubree shrugged. “I’m happy. I had a good time.”

Max prowled toward her. The hard set of his jaw caused a flutter of desire to run through her. “Did you forget who you came here with?”

Unable to think of a single retort, she shrugged again. “I’m young and single. Why shouldn’t I enjoy myself?”

Max’s eyes flashed dangerously. His tone had a bite to it when he spoke. “You are not single.”


..there yeez are now.. off yeez go and download it, tell them I sent yeez…see yeez later… LUV YEEZ


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…when yeez are a Self-Publishing Author, yeez can’t say, ‘…it’s not my job!’… #TBSU…

…when yeez have a coupla million bucks in the bank account, the mortgage paid, and no bills outstanding anywhere, yeez can pretty much suit yerselves what yeez do with yer day… that status is still to arrive for this ol’ Jurassic on an as-yet-unspecified future date… for legions of we quill-scraping virtual candle-lit garret dwellers such financial independence awaits our next multi-gazillion sales masterpiece… meantime, there’s WURK to be done… the apprenticeship for a modern-day wannabe Steinbeck, Dickens or Rowling never hints at the range of skill-sets required to burgeon into a fully-fledged ‘indie’… no mention of the scribblers gift being just the start of the journey… the brilliance of plot-spinning, the genius of word-smithing, the control of myriad character development themes… all of these commendable attributes merely the beginning of the happy trudge… and like the abundance of skins peeling away from a giant onion, the various bits that ‘have-to-be-done-by-sumb’dy’ become apparent… and cause just as much tears to flow as peeling a real giant onion… proof-reading, copy editing, balance of narrative… who’da thunk they’d be important?… art work for cover pages, IBSNs to index yer labours, copyright certification to protect yer wee babies from Literary Piracy Captain Bluebeards… why wusn’t we told?… then the ‘shall-I-compare-thee-to-the-labours-of-Samson?’ nightmare of hunting down the invisible yeti-like Agent or Publisher to carry yer tome to an adoring readership… else going it solo via the Great God Amazon and its ePublishing cohorts… paralleled with doing hand-to-hand combat with a printing house yerself to produce some ‘never-mind-the-writing,-feel-the-paper’ copies… and, Lads and Lassies, that’s just the beginning… yeez are obliged to metamorphose variously into advertising moguls, speech-givers, presentation experts… and I’m not gonna even mention the SOSYAL NETWURKS… that’ll keep until yeez stop reeling from this post… when yeez are a Self-Publishing Author, yeez can’t say, ‘…it’s not my job!’… however, the quirk that motivates most of this great universal family of sriveners keeps us coming back for more… I’ve tried to encapsulate some of this in my latest offering, SELF-PUBLISHING STEPS TO SUCCESSFUL SALES… I hope it helps… see yeez later, LUV YEEZ




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