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…monkey business of the delightful kind… meet Author pal, Marianne Jones… #TBSU…

…every now and then I get to read posts which just make me chuckle… my Guest Blogger today is the LUVLY Marianne Jones… I’ve learned a wee bit about her…. y’see, I do DO my research, so yeez all don’t have to dig for it…

…Marianne’s an eclectic writer of an award-winning poetry book, a children’s picture book, a fantasy novel for young readers and a soon-to-be published cozy mystery set in her home town of Thunder Bay, Ontario… her interests include theatre-y stuff, writing (of course), family, and her two gorgeous granddaughters… she’s a retired elementary teacher, actor, director and playwright… now get this, here’s a photo of the lassie next to the stone bench in Thunder Bay that has one of her poems carved in it!… beat that, Edgar Allen Poe!…



…now back to the chuckle-raiser…..enjoy…

…Curious George is 70

IMG_0007 (2)My two-year-old granddaughter is obsessed with monkeys. She has a monkey mask which she requires adult family members to wear while she leads them about on a rope. At other times, wearing a crocodile mask and nothing else, she chases her hapless monkey victim through the house.

Of course, the great thing about being two is that the story line is fluid. I have some great video footage, which I am saving for blackmail material, of my son in law bounding down the hall after her, making monkey noises while she runs away and screams in delight. I have promised not to post it on YouTube. Yet.

Grandmothers get a gentler treatment. On a recent visit I was required to be Sick Monkey, which involved lying on the couch with the mask while she wrapped me in bandages and examined me with her doctor kit. Dressed in a crocodile mask and nothing else, the doctor’s bedside manner seemed a bit unorthodox, but the patient was cooperative, and appears to have made a complete recovery.

This preoccupation with primates began with Curious George, who, as everyone knows, was a good little monkey, but always curious. Since I remember reading about George and his friend, The Man in the Yellow Hat, when I was a child, I became curious myself in just how long this story has been around. According to Wikipedia, Hans Augusto Rey and Margret Rey, fled Paris in 1940, carrying the Curious George manuscript with them. The books have been in print continuously for seven decades. That’s impressive longevity, even for a monkey!

When my granddaughter is a bit older, I will tell her about the squirrel monkey my Dad won in a poker game and brought home to his awestruck family. The four of us kids crowded around the cage to gaze in fascination at his tiny hands and his ugly little face permanently creased in a sorrowful expression, like a sad clown. For reasons that are unclear to me even now, we christened him “Toivo.” Our status among the neighbour kids had just shot up by ten points.

He was a terrible pet. Mean, spiteful and vindictive, he would fly at my younger brother in a rage and bite his face whenever he got the chance. Not that I didn’t often feel the same impulse myself, but my parents took a dim view of that sort of thing in our pets. He did take a kind of liking to my older brother, which meant that he bit him less often.

He wasn’t completely incapable of affection. He often crept toward my mother when she was sitting on the couch and nestled onto her shoulder. She would be touched by this display, until she felt a dampness trickling down her arm. She would take a swipe at him, but he was too fast.

On another occasion a friend of my father’s came to visit with his pet Weimaraner. In case you’ve never seen one, a Weimaraner is a variety of hunting dog that is as big as a house. The dog was wild with curiosity about the strange little creature in a cage, and was sniffing in a not-unfriendly way when a skinny little arm reached through the bars and grabbed him by the nose. According to my father, the dog “leaped ten feet in the air” and came down beside himself.

The rest is a blur of memories. Toivo stepping in my little brothers tomato soup and leaving tiny red footprints on the kitchen table while my brother wailed. Toivo eating the new blooms on the tulip plant that was my older brother’s science fair project, and my older brother weeping. My Dad chasing Toivo up and down the stairs (we knew better than to laugh). Memories of us crying hysterically when my father in an expression of rage-fuelled hyperbole threatened to flush the monkey down the toilet. The neighbour kids calling out, “The Hamilton’s monkey escaped again.” All the usual things.

On a trip to Mexico a few years ago, I saw a man with a squirrel monkey. I hadn’t seen one since Toivo. I felt awash in nostalgic affection, and had to have my picture taken with the tiny creature.

Those were different times. Nowadays we know that trying to make pets of wild animals is unfair to the animals. George and his friend The Man in the Yellow Hat belong between the covers of a book, where children can enjoy their fantasy world to their hearts’ content.


…Mariane’s website is

…her Amazon Author page is

…and follow her on Twitter at @Mariann36863659  (she could use a bit of Twitter Follower LUVVIN… pile in Lads and Lassies of Blog Land)

…thanks for visiting, Marianne… see yeez later…




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…the poisoned chalice?…or ambrosia-filled goblet of the gods?… the Manchester United Manager’s job… #TBSU…


…I feel a certain sadness on the employment demise of David Moyes this morning as Manager of Manchester United Football Club… oh, for sure, the man will walk away with enuff folding spending stuff in his training bag to keep him from starvation for about a squillion years… it’s no secret that the WURLD of ‘sport’ in many aspects has succumbed to the madness of moolah millions… the once-upon-a-time-restricted-to-American-companies quarterly financial reporting disease has migrated with ease to major sports… the need for immediate and sustained commercial success prevails… ‘long-term planning’ stretches to about the middle-of-next-week… and success is further measured in rankings of being either number one, or number one… so, who would step up as next in line for the Manchester United Manager’s job?… is it a case of the poisoned chalice?… or ambrosia-filled goblet of the gods?… by all accounts it needs sumb’dy who’s a cross between the Pope and Hannibal the Hun… if yeez ask me nicely, I could consider the post for a coupla weeks, just to help out, mind… and if really pressed, I think I could find my old football boots stinking away in an old cupboard sum’where… ‘player/manager’ has a nice cachet to it… and prob’ly a nice cash to it as well… okay, Mabel, get on to Manchester… tell them I can be there by the end of the  week… got a blog to finish first… priorities, yeez’ll understand… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

football…I’m the good-looking one in the bowler hat at the right… my boots were away being mended the day they took this picture …


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…offensive stuff on the SOSYAL NETWURKS a complete NO-NO!… everything else is fair game… #TBSU…

…it’s a nice doctrine to follow if yeez can… ‘live and let live…’ …I won’t pretend to exhibiting inordinate amounts of tolerance in my own past… as a somewhat exuberant football player in my distant youth, I was often red-carded for ‘retaliating first’ in numerous on-field fracas (plural. ‘fracii’?)… I’ve well-documented on these blog pages the incendiary encounters with the ‘can’t-read-can’t-count’ basket-laden, non-cash-carryng bozos at the ‘Up to 10 items, and Cash-Only’ supermarket checkout lanes… and don’t get me started on the wannabe look-down-their-noses-at–’inferior-people’-snobs… but generally, p’raps the onset of a coupla more decades has visited a modicum of temperance to my temper… I spend prob’ly far too much time on SOSYAL NETWURKS than is proper (go on, name me five million people who don’t!), but I enjoy it… seems, however many do not enjoy it… fr’example, on Master Zuckerberg’s planet Facebook I notice innumerable folks having a rant at other people’s posts… now, having yer own rant at the WURLD at large is perfectly okay in my view, but to have a go at sumb’dy else’s opinion seems a tad weird to me… of course, there are tons of things on Facebook and other SOSYAL MEDYA with which I don’t agree, but I accept there are bits I also put on there which aren’t gonna gel with everyone else’s notions of perfect… I have to remember, most of these channels are public fora… blatantly offensive stuff, I agree is a complete NO-NO!… but seriously, Lads and Lassies of Blog Land, everything else is fair game… my comedic God, Billy Connolly, used to say to people who didn’t like his language or material on television, ‘all yeez have to do is move yer thumb and switch it off!’... same applies on Facebook and the other outlets… if yeez don’t like it, ignore it… yeez can even block stuff… immerse yerselves in the material yeez like, and dump the rest… easy-peasy… see yeez later, I’ve got some thumb-movement to execute… LUV YEEZ!



…the great Billy Connolly… ‘all yeez have to do is move yer thumb and switch it off!’…


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…open invitation to Authors… come show yer wares here… #TBSU…

…yesterday I re-blogged a superb post by my good pal, Susan M. Toy… in it she espoused much of my own sentiments about ‘paying it forward’… giving a leg up to other scribblers, indies or traditional… arguments may rage in other quarters about the supposed ‘battle’ ‘twixt self-publishing and traditional publishing… to me, that discussion matters not one jot… the essential thing is that all we quill-scrapers share a common bond… we write to be read… the emergence of the Great God Amazon Kindle and other ePublishing channels has produced an eruption of wannabe Nobel Literary Prize aspirants… the proliferation of new titles is an awesome readers’ tsunami… the discussion on ‘free books’ versus ‘paid tomes’ online is also a bit of a red herring too… I believe that discerning readers have no reluctance to pay for books… but good books, interesting books, well-written books, entertaining books... many of yeez have shared with this ol’ Jurassic that yeez think the basic ROOLS of the industry have changed… I’m not so convinced… the need for promotional activity remains the same… the requirement to have yer masterpieces readily available is constant… appropriate pricing relevance doesn’t go away… the fact is that traditional publishing has covered all these elements for a squillion years already… ePublishing has the same demands… what has changed is the quantum of yer masterpieces hitting the virtual bookstores and online libraries… which makes the promotional activity even more relevant… I’m not saying yeez have to spam yer stuff… very much the opposite… yeez really have to be discerning in how yeez come to yer marketplace… writing is a business… the whole nine yards from laptop to reader’s bedside table… yer competition is not versus yer fellow writers… it’s about being heard above the clamour on the virtual airwaves… I suggest yeez have to adapt to the modern reality… SOSYAL NETWURKIN… and blogs are part of that… sharing other Authors’ WURK is part of that… adding daily to yer circle of web pals is part of that… being present and accounted for, Suh! is part of that… I LUV having Guests on this blog… frankly it helps me, and I trust it also helps them broaden the audience… so, again… here’s my open invitation to Authors… come show yer wares here… my blog door is wide open, welcome… email material to …see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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…a million-copies best-selling Author starts with just ONE copy sale… #TBSU…

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…yes, Mabel, I know, I know… sum’times I’m the master of stating the bluudy obvious… so why throw that blog post header in here?… our old Chinese pal, Lao Tzu, may not have been much of a librarian, but he’s one of prob’ly hundreds of Ancients who supposedly uttered the other indisputable truism, ‘…the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step’… the similarities are relevant… reaching the destination of Bestsellerville parallels much of the long-distance trudger… initial freshness lapses into boredom at times, downright ennui at others, and excruciating draginess toward the finishing line… this ol’ Jurassic’s had to learn about paceabout patience… and most importantly, about relishing the simple, small victories… as a scribbler, of course I wanna see gazillions of downloads… and sales… and readers… and reviews… and… and… and… well… yeez Lads and Lassies of Blog Land know what I mean… there’s also that other sneaky element… luck… it plays a part, too… but for that, I hark back to one of the best golfers of a previous era, Gary Player, who often said, ‘…the harder I WURK and practice, the luckier I get…’ …it’s the same with yer quill-scraping…. WURDS don’t usually appear by magic… plot twists and knock-’em-for-six narratives take a lot of toil… the added, constant labour for the independent, self-publishing legions these days is the ubiquitous requirement to tramp the SOSYAL NETWURK paths… no rest for the wicked, and, sorry to say, no rest for the righteous either… yeez have to do it day by day… a million-copies best-selling Author starts with just ONE copy sale… go slay ‘em!… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ... oh, and show folks yer masterpieces, like this:




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…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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…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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…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

Buy Links:

…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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…manna from Literary heaven… a glorious review from Author Martin Roy Hill for ‘SELF-PUBLISHING STEPS TO SUCCESSFUL SALES’… #TBSU…

…my very good Author mate, Martin Roy Hill has paid this ol’ Jurassic a great honour with this review of SELF-PUBLISHING STEPS TO SUCCESSFUL SALES… many thanks, that man… Martin’s excellent webpage is here, give him a follow… :



Seumas Gallacher is a man with a split personality. First he’s the author of a successful thriller series featuring hard-fighting former SAS operator Jack Calder. In a personality reversal, he also writes a humorous writing blog in the character of a rambling Scotsman with an almost indecipherable Scottish brogue. I’ve become a fan of both personalities. In Self-Publishing Steps to Successful Sales, Gallacher combines both personalities, producing a serious discussion on the benefits of social media to independent authors that is punctuated with a light wit.

Gallacher doesn’t get into the weeds about the writing life or writing style. His point here is that it’s not enough to just write a book, you’ve got to get it noticed by readers and, more importantly, readers who buy books. A former international banker now living in Abu Dhabi, Gallacher approaches book selling using the same elements he used as a businessman — a business plan, business, marketing, and promotional campaigns, and a budget.

Most importantly, Gallacher shows how to get your book in front of readers by using the tools afforded by Amazon’s KDP publishing platform, and Internet social media like Twitter, Facebook, websites, and blogs. Despite using these tools virtually every day for the past three years to promote my own books, I felt like a neophyte while reading Gallacher’s book.

Whether you’re a novice writer or a publishing pro, Self-Publishing Steps to Successful Sales should be in your library.

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