Monthly Archives: August 2015

…anyone who had a heart… would support an Author…

…what a marvellous prompt… to celebrate the life and music of a lady I’ve admired for years, the late Cilla Black… enjoy one of her most-LUVVED songs above while yeez read this wee blog… the enduring quality of the lady was her attachment to her roots… to the ordinary Man-And-Woman-In-The-Street from her hometown of Liverpool… I can seldom recall ever seeing her not smiling… the disarming ‘Lorra Lorra Laffs’ phrase that exuded warmth, and more than just a tad of unconditional LUV… and corny as it may sound, I think her attitude is one that most of us would prob’ly embrace if  directed that way… I refer specifically to the way we interact with others and very specifically with our own quill-scrapers breed—Writers… 99.9999% of we scribblers have experienced the ‘loneliness of the long-distance virtual candle-lit garret-dwelling pensperson’… and what a joy it is when sumb’dy ‘had a heart’ to tell us we are valued… the message that uplifts our literary labours… the review for our first little baby novel… the interchange on the SOSYAL NETWURKS… the acknowledgement that our WURK has sum’how touched another person… truth be known if this ol’ Scots Jurassic is any benchmark, there’s an incredible vulnerability in being a writer… the peaks and troughs of belief in oneself, countered by the abyss of self-doubt is a trait most of us will recognise… that’s why my own philosophy of supporting other Authors is so important to me… when I started out, no-one knew my stuff… over the last several years, I’ve been blessed (and astonished) by the positive reception for my books… but more cherished is the banter, the laffs, the poking fun at each other as real pals on the Internet… it is priceless… so, today, give a thought… anyone who had a heart… would support an Author… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…presenting Author friend, Lizzie Lamb… in all her glorious Scottish-dom…

…every now and then, along comes a Guest Blog Post that doesn’t just ask to be included on here, but batters down the barricades and climbs in regardless… with my dear scribbling pal, Lizzie Lamb’s immersion in full-on Scottish-dom, how else could it be ?… here’s her effervescent offering for yeez to enjoy :

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I’ve always loved romantic heroes, be they highwaymen, pirates, Regency bucks or men in kilts.

I think the element of ‘costume’ removes the hero from the real world and transports both him and the reader into the realm of fantasy. The costumed hero is, generally, aristocratic – and while he does not have to work to earn his daily crust, he often has emotional scars which only the heroine can heal. And, in the case of men in kilts, there is the additional tease of whether or not they’ve gone ‘commando’, in true Scottish fashion.  So, while I loved the Wicked LadyFrenchman’s Creek and the Scarlet Pimpernel, my favourite books and movies are Scottish-themed.

My interest began as a child in Scotland, reared (courtesy of Saturday morning cinema) on the exploits of highlanders featured in such movies as Rob RoyBonnie Prince CharlieThe Ghost Goes West (one of my favourites) and -sob- Grey Friar’s Bobby.  After the movie (or fil-um, as we pronounced it) the children in my street would re-enact Rob Roy’s leap and subsequent escape through the waterfall, and the scene from Kidnapped, where Davie Balfour is almost murdered by his evil uncle. Our dogs were dragooned into being “Bobby”, loyally guarding his master’s grave on Grey Friar’s kirk. But they never quite ‘got’ what was required of them and were always wandering off, much to our annoyance.

The girls, of course, loved to act out Flora Macdonald helping Bonnie Prince Charlie to escape over the sea to Skye. Much better than having ‘a baby in the back of the wagon’, as seemed to be par for the course in most cowboy films we watched.

In June we visited Scotland, travelling as far as Skye to see the Fairy Pools and Flora MacDonald’s grave, amongst other things I wanted to research/double check before publishing for my forthcoming novel SCOTCH ON THE ROCKS.

The written word had its place, too; we knew Young Lochinvar off by heart and would declaim:

“He rode all unarm’d, and he rode all alone . . .

He staid not for brake, and he stopp’d not for stone,

He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;

But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,

The bride had consented, the gallant came late.”

I frequently found myself in trouble because I wanted to be Lochinvar, and wouldn’t take my turn as ‘the Fair Ellen.’ Nothing much changed there, then.

Those images and the tales of brave Covenanters and Jacobites stayed with me  as I grew up and read more Scottish themed novels . . . The Jacobite Trilogy by D.K. Broster (falling in love with Ewen Cameron), The Lymond Chronicles (who could resist Francis Crawford?) and, more recently, the Outlander Series by Diana Gabaldon featuring uber-hero Jamie Fraser. For me, he is the ultimate kilted hero and has it in spades – looks, sense of honour, loyalty, is sex-on-legs and can speak Gaelic. If you’d like to see images of Jamie Fraser, check out this site you’ll see what I mean. I’ll even admit to subscribing to Amazon Prime so I could watch the TV Series: OUTLANDER. For me, a hero wearing a suit, carrying duct tape, rope and plastic ties just doesn’t cut it. Give me an exiled, Jacobite laird every time.

Which brings me full circle to my novels. In Tall, Dark and Kilted my hero is sexy laird Ruairi (Roo-ary) Urquhart who has to fight to safeguard his land and inheritance.

Tall Dark and Kilted

In Scotch on the Rocks I give you gorgeous, kilt-wearing Brodie – an American with auburn hair, who arrives on Eilean na Sgairbh on the back of a storm wind and turns my heroine’s life upside down.

Look where I am

And if kilts aren’t your ‘thang’ (and why wouldn’t they be?), there’s a crazy parrot called Pershing in the novel who seems to have won over readers’ hearts.

Lizzie’s Links –

 Scotch on the Rocks – a contemporary romance set in the Highlands of Scotland

 Tall, Dark and Kilted – Notting Hill Meets Monarch of the Glen – 2012

 Boot Camp Bride – Romance and Intrigue on the Norfolk marshes

Romantic novels by LIzzie Lamb

…thanks for this, m’Lady, Lizzie… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…having a preemptive pop at the parlous paparazzi…


…in the latest alarming developments regarding the intrusiveness of the WURLD’s paparazzi, I can totally empathise… as yeez all will relate, fellow scribblers, as an  Emerging-Iconic-Author-In-Waiting, this blight of constant photographic coverage on my own personal movements is taking its toll… I can hardly go to McDonald’s these days without at least a flurry of mobile devices snapping away, capturing my every bite of my Cheeseburger Special and slurp of my watered-down Diet Coke… I drop off my weekly laundry at the local Scrubbo-Mat to be greeted with yet more of the clickers recording what grubby undergarments I have delivered for cleansing this time…


…therefore, I feel it’s time for me to issue an OFFICIAL PUBLIC WARNING… if I encounter any more of the Snapperatti targeting my movements, they are at great risk of my approaching them and engaging their ears in my usual boring diatribes about the difficulties of being a famous Author as like what I am… they will be informed in no uncertain terms of the burden carried of eternally appearing atop the Noo Yawk Best Sailors Lists… of the need to keep the telephone receiver off the hook to stem the incessant overtures from Agents, Publishers, Film Producers, and Justin Briber looking for tips on how to be liked… it’s not easy being Iconic, y’know… Lawd knows one tries one’s level best, Mabel… think of the headaches in trying to decide whether this week’s automobile purchase’ll be a Lambourghini, a Ferrari, or yet another (yawn) Silver Shadow Rolls Royce, with personalised number plates… of choosing where next to sabbaticalise in pursuit of writing yer next blockbuster masterpiece… Bahamas? Bermuda? Baden-baden? or Brixton?… so there yeez have it, journalists, magazine columnists, scoop-seekers, and, yes, let’s face it, even fans… YEEZ HAVE BEEN WARNED!… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…Authors… looking for a good title?… Tony McManus has some tips for yeez…

…my irrepressible scribbling pal, Tony McManus has unearthed more fascinating gems regarding  book titles… have a wee peek…





“…that which we call the rose by any other name would smell as sweet,” Shakespeare reminds us. And it’s true of most things in the world, but not in the world of books; especially fiction. Here’s my take on things.

Ernest Hemingway believed a title should have magic. I’ll buy that. A dull title can kill an otherwise good book. An inspiring one can help make it a best seller. In my view, a title should at least hint at the genre and tone of the work. It should be intriguing. It should also be unique; a writer should always check his title against existing works. Type your title into a search engine or and you’ll get to know if your title is original or someone has beaten you to it. I’ve often found several books carrying the same title, so beware.

It may be a single word such as: Retribution, Poison, Vengeance, or two: Bangkok Retribution, Poison Harvest, or a complete sentence: Vengeance Wears Black. It should not be too long as it does seem that short titles work best.

In 1924, a young writer sent off the manuscript of a novel to the publishing house, Charles Scribner’s Sons entitled Trimalchio in West Egg. The editor abhorred the title and suggested the author make a change. The writer came back with several other titles, all getting the thumbs down. They finally settled on The Great Gatsby. A good move don’t you think?

Though not a book of fiction, as a young anthropology student I was introduced to Bronisław Malinowski’s great work: Argonauts of the Western Pacific; a terrific title that. But it could easily have been called: An Ethnography of the People of the Trobriand Islands in the Archipelagoes of Melanesian New Guinea because that was what it was. Which is the better title?

It’s said that you don’t get a second chance to make a first impression. And the word coming in from agents and editors is that a book’s title is the best impression of your work and of you as an author. It’s a manuscript’s title that first captures the publishing house editor’s interest. More than a book’s cover, it’s the title on the spine that impels the bookstore browser to reach out for a book and take it down. And then, if he or she likes the cover and the publisher’s blurb, perhaps buy.

Book titles have always fascinated me. For awhile, I wondered how great writers came up with their inspiring titles. Hemingway, for example, who gave us:

For Whom The Bell Tolls

   A Farewell To Arms

   The Sun Also Rises

And what vision inspired John Steinbeck to create:

East of Eden                

   The Grapes of Wrath

   In Dubious Battle

Then I discovered the mundane truth. They purloined them. They swiped, high-jacked or borrowed them. Take a look.

For Whom The Bell Tolls       Meditation XVII, John Donne

A Farewell To Arms              A Farewell to Arms, George Peele

The Sun Also Rises              Ecclesiastes 1:5

East of Eden                     Genesis 4:16

The Grapes of Wrath              The Battle Hymn of the Republic, Julia Ward Howe

   In Dubious Battle                 Paradise Lost, John Milton

Scott Fitzgerald took Tender is the Night from John Keats poem Ode to a Nightingale. Thackeray got Vanity Fair from John Bunyan’s The Pilgrim’s Progress. James Jones’ first novel: From Here to Eternity was a bestseller, received critical acclaim and won him a National Book Award. Based on his Second World War experiences, it and was made into a successful film starring Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr. Frank Sinatra made a hit record of the theme song. It made Jones rich and set him on the path of literary success. But it was Rudyard Kipling who supplied the title:

Gentlemen-rankers out on a spree,

Damned from here to Eternity,

God ha’ mercy on such as we.

The list of writers who outsourced in this manner is endless and includes Somerset Maugham, George Bernard Shaw, Eugene O’Neil, Aldous Huxley, William Faulkner and so many more.

So fear not. If you’re stuck, just remember that the works of Shakespeare, dead writers and poets and the St. James Bible have proved a mine field for the writer seeking a good title. Writers have even been known to take a well-known phrase or verse and move the words around. David Halberstam did this with his Pulitzer Prize winning book The Best and the Brightest, the title of which he borrowed from Heber’s hymn.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;

So, if finding a title for your novel is proving difficult go ahead and check out the Bard, ransack the Bible and dig into some old literature and poetical works. You’re in great company.

Would I do it? Would I steal a line from a Shakespeare Sonnet or a poem of Byron’s? Would I lift a quote from Ecclesiastes or Genesis for a book title? You betcha. And with no qualms at all I should add. In fact, I’m doing it now.

The novel I’m presently working on, an adventure thriller once called: The Company of Men has now been re-titled: The Sum of Things. I’ve “borrowed” it from a poem by Houseman:

These, in the day when heaven was falling,

The hour when earth’s foundations fled,

 Followed their mercenary calling,                                                

And took their wages, and are dead.


Their shoulders held the sky suspended;

They stood, and earth’s foundations stay;

What God abandoned, these defended,

And saved the sum of things for pay.


Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries

A.E. Housman

It could be that further down the path I’ll change it again. But that’s how it stands at the moment. Cheers, and good title hunting.

Tony McManus

Chiang Mai


Tony McManus was born in Manchester, England. He worked in many jobs to serve his passion for travel such as English teacher, bar tender, taxi driver, and in southern Africa, construction work in the Transvaal goldmines and the copper mines of Zambia. Tony pursues and advocates good health, via diet and exercise. An outdoorsman, sailor, kayaker and canoeist, he also loves hiking, cross country skiing and snowshoeing.

He is the author of an espionage novel: The Iran Deception based on his time in Israel. He recently published: Down And Out In The Big Mango, a collection of short stories set in Thailand. He resides alternately in Chiang Mai, Thailand and Ste. Adele, Quebec, Canada.

He can be found at:

Or via his email:

Tony is the author of a novel: The Iran Deception.

And a short story compilation: Down and Out in the Big Mango.

On Amazon.

Books Mango.


He has published several short stories:


A Bangkok Solution:

A Partner in Crime:

The Bangkok SAS:

He is presently working on two crime novels: Bangkok Retribution, the first book in a series featuring sleuth Mike Villiers.

And The Sum of Things in a series featuring ex SAS hero, James Fallon.

With luck and hard work, he expects both novels to see publication before the year’s end.

…see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…you are never to go to that dark place, Simba… Spammerland… bad things happen there…


…there’s a fine line between (ssshhhh…) ‘spamming’ and ‘acceptable self-promotion’ for yer literary masterpieces… I just LUV the internet and all the linkage with my fellow-scribblers, readers and assorted buddies, nutters and others, of which we seem to have a fair assortment… equally, I enjoy immensely broadcasting on behalf of others their own promotions for books, special events such as book signings, acquisition of publishers, and all the wunnerful stuff the business throws our way… I shamelessly indulge the SOSYAL NETWURKS in propagation of my own wee WURKS where appropriate… and therein hangs the pivotal WURD… ‘appropriate’… of late, I’m noticing an increase of people who ‘friend’, ‘follow’, ‘link’, whatever yeez wanna call it, and the very next message is a plea to buy their latest tomes… it doesn’t operate that way in my view… Lawd knows, the majority of us who write are keen to see our books download… a single sale is a thing of beauty and a joy for, well, if not forever, at least for an hour or so… I’m currently in ‘ramp-up’ mode as the launch date approaches for KILLER CITY, my latest Jack Calder crime thriller… next Friday August 21st… and have been busy as usual, drumming away on Twitter, Facebook, and this ‘ere blog about that…. but a sense of balance is always called for… the hype from my side is tempered by ensuring plenty of other interesting (hopefully) material gets wrapped around alongside… I’m often asked, ‘how much self stuff is acceptable?’… the answer is equivalent to the one for ‘how long is a piece of string’.… after a while yeez get to know when yer own gut tells yeez to ‘pull yer head in a bit’…my not-so-‘umble opinion is that 10%/90% self/other stuff is an acceptable ratio… if yeez can reach the point where yer messages are treated as legitimate notices and not as spam, yeez’ve made it… so back to my ‘non-spam’ alert… KILLER CITY is available now on pre-order, as cheap as chips… fill yer Kindles… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!







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…an Author’s Golden Moments… grab ‘em where yeez can…

…I s’pose it happens all the time to that wee Rowling lassie, and Messrs Child and Patterson… the recognition thing… the awareness that yeez have ‘arrived’ as a scribbler… some months ago, one of these ‘Golden Moments’ occurred for this ol’ Jurassic Scots writer in, of all places, Abu Dhabi International Airport… at the arrivals hall, the esplanade opens out into the usual melange of signs for taxis, buses, and private hires, along with assorted coffee and croissant dispensaries, travel firms and hotel booking agencies… and tucked over in the corner is the ubiquitous W.H.Smith’s, purveyors of assorted newspapers, journals, magazines and, not least, shelves of books for sale… now, W.H.Smith is one of the retail book distributors with whom I entrusted my wee Jack Calder crime thriller masterpieces a while back in Abu Dhabi… staring me in the face, front and centre, were THE VIOLIN MAN’S LEGACY tagged as #6 in their bestselling novels, and VENGEANCE WEARS BLACK, at #11, a not so-dreadful distance from its literary sibling…


…yeez don’t know whether to walk nonchalantly over and peer dramatically at the covers for a few minutes to see if anyone else will follow suit… or just simply stand there, beaming ear-to-ear, pointing at the bluudy things and screaming, ‘they’re mine! they’re mine!’…  but a nice feeling it is, Lads and Lassies of Blog Land… matched this week with an incident that goes even one better in my estimation… indulging a cup of overpriced coffee in Starbuxxxx, I looked across at the next table, and sumb’dy I’ve never met before was engrossed in a copy of VENGEANCE WEARS BLACK… of course, being the shy, retiring buffoon that I am, I asked politely if the gentleman was enjoying the read… he said ‘yes’, so I considered it safe to introduce myself as the architect of the tome he held… a highly pleasant conversation followed and he asked me to sign the book… I’m not sure what the meeting did for him that day, but it certainly made mine!… an Author’s Golden Moments…. grab ‘em where yeez can… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…the Author’s equivalent of ‘peel me a grape, why doncha?’…

…in a WURLD beset with so much trouble, stress, anxiety, angst, and all the attendant sum’time weariness that sets in just from being alive, it’s okay to dream… even writers are permitted to indulge in flights of fancy… Lawd knows, most of us indulge in such journeys on a daily basis just creating our wee masterpieces, right?… however, I’m thinking more along the lines of ‘what ifs?’what if, the Nobel Prize for Literature Committee, at last, deemed fit to recognise yer latest scribbling as the finest work of penmanship since papyrus was invented… what if, yer equivalent of Fifty-Shades-of-Some-Colour-Or-Other, propelled itself onto the Noo Yawk Best Seller lists and stayed there for longer than Cher has been 29 years old?… what if, that M.Scorsese fella, and the other bloke, Mister G.Ritchie, were hammering yer phone lines in competition to take up the enormously highly-priced options on yer manuscripts (plural)?… what if, the Great God Amazon Kindle dedicated an entire month to pushing only novels bearing yer own monikers on their ‘Recommended Reads’?… what if, the Oscar ceremonies were swamped with examples of yer books winning the most sought-after ‘Screen Play Adaptions From Original WURKS’?… what if, every time yeez sent stuff to yer editor, it would come back with the message, ‘I can’t find a single comma, WURD, plot flow quirk, character arc, semi-colon or phrase out of place in this wunnerful scribbling?’


…and so, the reverie fades into infinity… I know, I know, I know, Mabel… it’s the Author’s equivalent of ‘peel me a grape, why doncha?‘… but hey, contrary to common belief, we poor quill-scrapers are actually human too… and humans dream, don’t they?… wistful sigh as the background fades into sepia… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…Authors, yeez seek ’em here, yeez seek ’em there… Literary Agents… but is it WURTHWHILE?…

…far be it from this ol’ Jurassic to stir up any sort of controversy… but a wee bit of ‘productive agitative discussion’ never goes amiss… following the example of tons and tons of fellow scribblers before me, I ventured into the self-publishing universe jungle around seven years ago… buoyed by the unbelievably euphoric pink cloud that attended the typing of ‘The End’ on my very first swaddled crime thriller masterpiece, visions spun in my head of multi-gazillion-dollar liereray contracts, TV series, and yes, the bright neon strips in Hollywood…



…all I had to do as acquire an Agent…. simple enuff gig… yeez buy the Writers’ and Artists’ Yearbook… then thumb through to the  section with the names and addresses of these Agent Gods and Goddesses… absorb the ‘submission requirements’, and pop ‘em in the mail or, with some advanced technology-users, bang ‘em out online, with said attachments… then yeez wait… and wait… and wait… and wait… and, oh just a minute, is that Life drifting by?… meanwhile, along comes the ‘building of the platform’ thingy on the SOSYAL NETWURKS… the being ‘present’ on blogs, Twitter, Facebook, Google+, and Every-Other-Gawd-Forsaken-Medya-Channel… and if like me, yeez get really lucky, along comes a Shining-Knight-Of-A-Smaller-Publishing-House that transforms yeez from a newbie self-pubbed quill-scraper to a ‘house-represented’ Author… so where’s the ephemeral, much-besought Agent in all of it?… nowhere, that’s where… morphed into part of the inviolable paper mountain of pre-typed ‘Sorry, Luv yer WURK, but not for us at present’ notices…


…begs the question… did I ever need an Agent in the first place?… don’t get me wrong, I know of people who have one, and a fine job they do… equally I’ve heard apocalyptical tales of Agents-Gone-Wonky-Not-WURTH-The Trouble-Of-Calling… here’s another ponderable… I like playing with numbers… a guesstimate based on the Great God Amazon lists of titles would suggest WURLD-wide p’raps there are, what, 20,000,000 writers/wannabe writers on the planet?… and maybe 50,000 Agents?… a ratio of 400 to 1… doesn’t take Einstein to figure that doesn’t function very well… as the quality of masterpieces improves in the self-publishing arena, and Authors become more savvy at ‘selling’ themselves and their WURK, Agents may go the way of, dare I say it, the dinosaurs… I’ll leave yeez with that thought… Authors, yeez seek ’em here, yeez seek ’em there… Literary Agents… but is it WURTHWHILE?… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!…



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…Authors… what price yer masterpiece?

…born Scottish, it’s almost expected that ‘charity’ for me should be a foreign concept (a false rumour propagated for centuries by Englishers with deep pockets and short arms)… putting that fib aside, I’ve found over the several years that I’ve been scribbling, I’ve grown more and more reluctant to give my WURK away for free… the Great God Amazon Kindle has several shuffles on a theme which ‘allow’ an author to offer his/her masterpieces for NUTHIN…Zilch, Nada, Libre… and in the early days of my efforts to ‘get out there’ in the universal readership, I mixed and matched my price levels… it became easier as a back list of titles developed… I could offer a title for free for a limited period, but attendant another title at regular pricing… and that seems to sit well with readers… earlier today I read a shared post on Facebook which highlighted a superb Readers Survey Report done by Marie Force, which carries a lot of excellent insight into the ‘user market’ of readers these days … I’m delighted to see that much of it reflects my own experience (distilled by trial and many errors)… in essence, we newbie Lads and Lassies of Blog Land are unlikely to gain much download traction without initially offering sum’thing in the way of either Freebies or low-priced first titles… it’s a not-so-unusual mechanism used with many other business products to generate awareness… as an author adds a ‘back list’ of titles, then it’s easier to increase pricing for some offerings… for example, my current masterpiece production line has birthed four Jack Calder crime thrillers… present pricing strategy will include keeping the very first novel at the lowest Amazon price break at which it attracts the 70% royalty, i.e. USD 2.99, the middle two will go out at USD 3.99, and the latest title, due for launch in a coupla weeks, KILLER CITY, will attract USD 4.99… that stated, the first week for the launch will see a ‘bait’ price of 99p/99c, after which it will revert to the USD4.99 price… the fascinating major point for my  eyes in Marie Force’s report is that readers are NOT hung up on pricing, and lower pricing in itself is NOT a determing factor in purchases… food for thought… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

…meanwhile, here are the pre-order links for KILLER CITY at that precious one-week-only price level of 99p/99c… fill yer boots :








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…a long-overdue Written Acts of Kindness Award… m’Lady, K.S.Beth…


…the priceless element of direct and indirect support from our fellow scribblers is what makes a lot of our quill-scraper labours worth while… no better proponent of that constant  ‘family-ness’ exists than today’s recipient of the Written Acts of Kindness Award… I’m proud to include among my SOSYAL NETWURKIN friends, m’Lady, K.S.Beth who writes a terrific blog at… take a bow that lady…



…m’Lady, K.S Beth, the rules for passing this Award on are very simple:

  1. You are welcome to give it out as many times as you like, but it is only to be given to a maximum of one person per blog post. If you wish to give multiple rewards, please space the blog posts so the sincerity is maintained.
  2. Introduce the person; say how they encourage, help or inspire you; then link to their work and/or social media profiles. There may be a specific post you wish to link to which helped you. It’s up to you.
  3. Please publicise your award post to Twitter or Google Plus using the hashtag #writtenkindness so that others can find and follow the award winners.

This award is open to anyone to use. You don’t have to receive it, in order to be able to give it. Once you have received it, it isn’t obligatory that you must pass it on.

…see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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