Make a Difference in the Writing Community

Seumas Gallacher:

…a must ‘re-blog’…great post from m’Lady, Tricia Drammeh…

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Most authors at one time or another have dreamed of taking the writing world by storm with a breakout bestselling novel. I’m sure most of us still harbor hope this will happen. Regardless of sales or monetary success, we can still make a difference in the writing community. Whether you’re published or still writing your first novel, you can make a huge impact. Here’s how:

  1. Make connections. I recently read an excellent blog post by Susan Toy that discusses online connections and engagement. When it comes to Twitter and blog followers, some people mistake quantity for quality. Would you rather have 100 followers who regularly visit and comment on your blog, or 1000 followers you never hear from again? A huge number of Twitter followers or Facebook Page likes might look good on paper, but what does it really mean if you aren’t making connections with people? Visit blogs and leave…

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…POSITIONS VACANT… don’t all rush, now…

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THE COUNTDOWN BEGINS to RE-LAUNCH DAY for SAVAGE PAYBACK

…4 days hence, on January 27th, it hits the web-waves..

…and today, I’m holding virtual interviews for the lofty and vital positions of GALLACHER’S BANTERERS… …did I hear a mutter of ’WTF?‘ back there? …any self-respecting novel’s relaunch requires a posse of individuals prepared to put their names and reputations on the line as ASSOCIATES AT LARGE… here’s what’s involved— on the day of the launch, or even starting right now if yeez are really keen… Master Gallacher will be beating the drum all round the WURLD and many other places about his Jack Calder crime thriller masterpiece, SAVAGE PAYBACK

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…having GALLACHER’S BANTERERS alongside keeps him from getting too lonely, frustrated, feeling melancholy, ignored, and all the other sundry, dreadful, imaginary evils that impact an Author’s head when a launch is in full flow… this is the time to count my pals… if I get above two, I shall consider myself well-blessed… QUALIFICATIONS TO BE INCLUDED IN GALLACHER’S BANTERERS (a) yeez must be alive (or near enuff), (b) yeez must have access to the internet (or near enuff), (c) yeez must possess an I.Q, sum’where between 5 and 235 (or near enuff)… being as I am, Scottish by birth, there will be no negotiations entered into about monetary reward... yeez’ll get yer kudos in Literary Heaven (or near enuff)… so, let’s be having yer applications… don’t all rush at once now… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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…I could teach that Gordon Ramsay chef fellow a thing or three…

…it all happened a lo-o-o-ong time ago… in the town of Campbeltown on the Mull of Kintyre (which made Paul McCartney famous before Kanye West thought of helping the poor wee Liverpudlian into the limelight)…. so far back, indeed that even McDonalds and Kentucky Fried Chicken hadn’t yet added to the Fried Mars Bars menu choices for Scots everywhere… and therein lies part of the thing… at the time, this ol’ Jurassic was a bachelor in his early twenties… a period of much apprenticeship in the fine art of alcohol imbibement… striving to acquire my Black Belt in ’Getting Pished’… the lodgings in Campbeltown were shared with three other lads, equally in the same pursuit of large quantities of the Electric Soup… the other guys were pretty adept at throwing together a meal for the four of us, and took it in rotation to do so… I’d long since claimed absolute ignorance of anything to do with cuisinery propensity, and contributed my dish-washing skills instead to compensate for that… one weekend, communal madness seemed to overtake our quartet and I was given free rein to ’try to cook dinner’ for us all… I’m certain a drink or more had been taken in the making of that decision… the money contribution was handed over in the morning, and the rest of the fellows went about their Saturday activities in expectation of Master Gallacher’s gastronomic grandeur in the evening… I decided they deserved a good Cabbage Soup followed by Fried Rice… the ingredients were purchased accordingly, and the process began… this next passage should prob’ly invoke an editorial drawing across of a curtain… things didn’t go exactly as the Michelin Star people might have looked for… it seems if yeez boil a lettuce for three hours, it doesn’t produce cabbage soup…

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…similarly, if yeez pour dry rice straight from the packet into a frying pan with just a tad of cooking oil, it forms the most impressive doily pattern… but it also, rather churlishly I feel, resembles a burnt, scarred, kinda pitiful, thick, papery biscuit…

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…the boys were so impressed with my efforts, I was sent to purchase four orders of fish and chips from the local chippie… and as a direct consequence of my kitchen success, the dishwashing became my sole domain for the balance of my stay there… have I ever told yeez I heat up a mean sausage roll?… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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…here’s how we Scots do ‘office’…

…I’m sure the good folks who made the video clip here won’t mind it getting an airing on my wee blog… it’s not often I watch one of these, among the gazillions that populate the internet daily, but after seeing this I wanted to stand up and applaud… it’s the epitome of great advertising… getting yer message across through humour that neither hurts nor mocks, and sees the ’wee guy’ prosper in the end… LUVVED IT!… enjoy… I’m off to give my kilt another airing… slainte mhath!… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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…Wee Jockie… and a prime lesson on how to WURK yer way through a windfall…

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…this ol’ Jurassic’s banking career kicked off just over 50 years ago in Docklands Govan in Glasgow… in the mighty Clydesdale & North of Scotland Bank Limited’s outpost, situated on the corner of Govan Cross, adjacent to the vast Harland & Wolff shipyards, the then kings of the shipbuilding industry on Clydeside… the area didn’t boast much in the way of wealthy merchants, nor stockbrokers… not even a lawyer nor accountant or two… in the WURDS of the politicians… Govan was definitely WURKING class… ‘NUTHIN wrong with that’, I hear yeez say… and right yeez are… what it did breed was more than its fair share of characters… one such was Wee Jockie… his family name is conveniently lost, lest I get hammered for disclosure of confidential banking records… Wee Jockie was one of thousands of men who helped build the great ocean-going vessels for which the mighty Govan shipyards were justifiably famous in these days… he entered the bank one day, completely unknown to anyone… dressed in his cloth cap, trench coat over his dungarees, and stood at the main teller window… I recall he didn’t reach more than about five feet, cap and all… he wanted to open an account… the deposit was a crumpled cheque dated about a week earlier… Wee Jockie had never had a bank account before and had obviously been trying to figure out how to go about getting one… a simple signing of a form or two (none of yer money-laundering regulatory rubbish back then—certainly not in Govan) and his account was live… the cheque came from a local bookmaker, in the splendid sum of Sixty-Three Pounds, Five Shillings Sterling in pre-decimal money… now, yeez have to understand that the average weekly wage for a chap like Wee Jockie was prob’ly in the region of Seven Pounds Sterling... on that first day he withdrew Six Pounds Sterling… the very next day he was back… looking slightly the worse for wear… self-inflicted ailments of the Electric Soup Kind had left the signs of a full-blown hangover… this second day saw a withdrawal of Three Pounds Sterling… succeeding days came and we witnessed repeats of the standard Three Pounds Sterling takeaways… in those days the bank opened half-days on Saturdays, and just before closing at midday, Wee Jockie rushed in… bleary-eyed, and apparently not long out of his bed… and the weekend spend was looked after with a withdrawal of Eight Pounds Sterling

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…suffice to say, we could almost set the clock by Wee Jockie’s expected arrival times for the next couple of weeks… finally the balance had dwindled all the way down to a mere Five Pounds Sterling… he arrived with his usual puffy features, a certain air of alcoholic haze drifting around him… as he cleaned out that final Five Pounds Sterling, we heard his voice raised properly for the first time, he waved to us all and said, ’Thanks for a’ yer help…this has been the best bender I’ve ever been on— the Missus is still trying to figure out where I got the money from… Cheerio!’… it was evidently the last time he ever won big with the local bookmaker, ‘coz we never saw him again… I wonder if his wife ever got wind of how he managed to be blotto for a whole three weeks straight!… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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Is My Novel Ready for Proofreading? by Guest Author Wendy Janes @wendyproof

Seumas Gallacher:

…splendid post on proof reading by Wendy Janes on Ronovan Writes ..:)

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Is My Novel Ready for Proofreading?

I love my job as a freelance proofreader, but sometimes authors make it very difficult for me to do my job effectively.

However brilliant your writing, however delicious your story, if there are too many errors and inconsistencies, you are asking too much of your proofreader to spot everything.

Here are a few examples of things that should have been removed by the author/developmental editor/copy editor prior to proofreading. Just in case you’re wondering, they are all products of my fevered imagination:

  • A tear-jerking family saga opens with Davina playing with her five-year-old brother, Oliver, on the sprawling lawns of their darling papa’s country estate. When our feisty heroine rescues sweet young Oliver from his evil kidnappers two years later, he is ten years old. The hapless Oliver dies in a fire soon after his rescue, and (miraculously) reappears at Davina’s sumptuous wedding to…

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…isn’t it rich?…

…I don’t care how hard-assed I think I may appear from time to time, especially to people who’ve never met me before… I’ve had my moments of gruffness and growling around folks and situations that displease me… thankfully, a modicum of alleged maturity has replaced the veneer of the Dockland Govan hard man from my upbringing in Glasgow… the trigger points of red-mist-from-toes-to-top-of-the-skull rage which occasionally coloured this ol’ Jurassic’s formative years seem, mercifully, a thing of yesteryear… as yer man, Danny Glover in the Maverick movie says, ‘I’m getting too old for this sh*t’… don’t misunderstand me, however… I’m still capable of coming swinging out of my tree, all knuckles and knees ready for combat at the drop of a hat (mind that hat, Mabel!)… but these days, by choice, my preference is to maintain at least the pretence of being a steady, balanced individual (what? a bluudy sane, sensible, Scotsman?..who am I kidding?)… however, it is remarkable how soothing can be the Great Pacifier…music… music’s one of my major ‘go-to’ escape valves when the rest of the planet is in one of it’s so-fecking-bonkers-yeez-have-to-opt-away modes… and no better soother-of-the-blistered-brow is the piece above by the Lady with the Golden Voice… Judy Collins… these days, I don’t require the premise of agitation to listen to her… do yeez Lads and Lassies of Blog Land have favourite pieces of music/songs/throwbacks that yeez basically stop what ye’re doing to listen to?,… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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