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…the mystery of 1950s foodstuffs in Docklands, Govan in Glasgow…

…over the years, Master Gallacher’s career has brought him around the planet to no less than four continents across several decades… of the many different and fascinating experiences that have been thrown his way, none are more interesting than the various samplings of food served in other countries than his own, native Scotland… Hong Kong gave me the delights of eating snake steaks

…not unlike enlarged eel cutlets, usually submerged in a piquant soup, and utterly delicious on a cold winter’s day, in what was then a British colony (temperatures in January often flirted with freezing there)… a few hours flight thence, in Singapore and Malaysia, many crab and lobster dishes were strewn with fiercely hot chilli peppers… not for the timid of palate…

…in the Philippines, newly-incoming, foreign residents were compelled to tackle balut, a half-developed, bird embryo, boiled and eaten from the shell, still half-grown, half-baby bird, the beak sum’times providing hard nibbles to digest…

…strange as these menu items may seem, when I was a lad growing up in Docklands, Govan in Glasgow, certain food items were no less mysterious in their genesis… for example, until about the age of ten, I believed that strawberries grew in tin cans, complete with delicious sugary syrup, the contents eked from one small can into p’raps four serving bowls for me and my siblings, with the ultimate gourmand’s addition of Carnation-brand condensed milk…

…scrumptious!… this delicacy appeared on the rare occasions when my father’s occasional sixpenny flutter on the nags yielded enuff for my mother to splash out at the corner store… other prized servings included bread doorstops (the crusty-end, black bits of the plain sliced bread loaf) fried in lard… little wonder Scotland has one of the highest incidences of heart disease on the planet… fruit was an endangered species in Govan… but dollops of hot porridge oats with milk and sugar or salt set us off to school inured against many a freezing Glasgow morning…

…and always, regardless of the season, the ubiquitous, constant pot of soup/broth/mince/mutton/hot-pot, added to as the week progressed with potatoes, lentils, barley, and whatever other food scraps arrived in the house… the Gallacher appetite for foreign foods is easier to understand with the splendid Govan gourmet grounding… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…an excellent Guest Blog, this time from my dear friend, authoress, Dedra L. Stevenson…

…my dear friend here in the Middle East, Dedra L. Stevenson, is a prolific pan-genre authoress… enjoy her post …

Dedra L. Stevenson, author of the acclaimed trilogy, The Hakima’s Tale.

Creating a ‘Whole New World” as a Fantasy Fiction Author

My name is Dedra L. Stevenson, and I’m a multi-genre author and an emerging filmmaker.  My books cover Courtroom Drama, Horror, Children’s stories, and even the Culinary Arts, but it was my greatest love, Fantasy Fiction, that started everything for me.


The Hakima’s Tale: The Revenge of the Blue Jinniwas my first book, one that took me into another world and inspired me to create characters unlike any that the world has ever seen, including a villain that you can hate while admitting that he makes sense sometimes.

Coming up with the character of Phoenix was a really fun challenge.  At that time, the Harry Potter books were really taking off, so I didn’t want to make my protagonist a boy. I really believed in my heart that we needed a girl to save the world and fight the forces of darkness for a change.  Also, why should the priests have all the fun? In the Middle East, we really wanted to have the chance to chase away something sinister, using our ways, as told by Arabic folklore.

Although the famous collection of stories, 1001 Arabian Nights, isn’t at all appropriate for kids, it does give us an idea of how much of a role the Jinn play in Arabic folklore.  For those in the Western world, let me just remind you that the Jinn are not as Disney has portrayed.  Don’t get me wrong though, I’m a huge fan of Disney’s, Aladdin!

However, the Blue Jinni in the beloved Disney movie is nothing like what a Jinni would be portrayed as by an Arab.  The Jinn (plural) are beings made of smokeless fire (as described by the Holy Koran) and they reside in another dimension, but can enter our dimension at will, although they are “technically” not allowed to interfere with our lives.  In spite of this, some do just that, as they torment human homes by tormenting residents with actions that one may typically describe as a “haunting”.

They have tribes, families and religions, just like us, and that means that some are friendly and don’t wish us any harm at all. In fact, it’s said that some people have Jinn followers that help them.  For example, if you’ve ever lost your keys and “magically” found them somewhere obvious, you may have been assisted by a Jinni.

Like humans, they have been granted free will, and can choose to be good or bad, unlike Angels who have no choice but to be good. It’s the bad ones that we have to worry about, especially the fierce ones.

Sometimes they manifest in the form of people, but mostly as animals or shadows. Two of their most common forms are the snake and the black dog. You may find that unnerving, to know that a person may, in fact, be a Jinni, but it’s said that there are a few ways that you’d be able to identify them.

They are mostly either unusually small or tall, even for a human, and there’s always something “off” about their eyes and feet, as sometimes they can disguise their cat’s eyes and hooves for feet, and sometimes they cannot.

Of course, in The Revenge of the Blue Jinni, I was given the chance to “amplify” their abilities.  That’s an author’s privilege. As a resident of the Middle East and a believing Muslim, I believe the Jinn to be a reality, and their presence explains most supernatural phenomenon, but it’s clear that the Jinn don’t do most of the things that I say they do in The Revenge of the Blue Jinni.

Creating a fantasy world for my characters means creating a world that “could be” possible within the bounds of one’s own imagination and what we know to be true about the subject.   Your story doesn’t have to be true of course, but there should be elements of truth woven into the pages to make it sound feasible.  There’s already 2 billion people on the planet that believe in the existence of these beings, and there’s already been one famous written work that makes them larger than life, 1001 Arabian Nights, so as the author, I simply had to use our established beliefs as a basis for their existence, and will their additional abilities into existence through their descriptions.

The Blue Jinni is the villain of The Hakima’s Tale trilogy, and as their supreme leader, he had to resemble tyrannical leaders that we have experienced in the human world. As a Jinni, he can be invisible, can occupy inanimate objects and possess people, and he has an inherent jealousy of the human species.  He’s helped the mighty King Ghalib (also a fictitious character) to defeat rebellious human tribes, so he already knows our weaknesses.  Although he respected the King tremendously, he became increasingly more and more disenchanted with “us”, humans, and became convinced that we don’t deserve this position of dominance that we’ve been granted.

Well, come on, one must admit, especially given the current state of things on planet Earth, that he may actually have a point. Humans, as a whole, haven’t proven to be very worthy of their status. Of course, as with any maniacal villain, his plans for cleansing the Earth are morally reprehensible.

As for his abilities, the Blue Jinni can wield storms of a natural disaster variety, cause people and objects to thought travel, and move great amounts of land from one place to another. His impressive abilities are restricted by the King and this causes a great deal of resentment. Of course, as with any story of one with unresolved power and repressed abilities, the result isn’t good for people.

His mighty generals, Coulda, Bafeemus and Angrit are in charge of building his empire while he’s imprisoned in his lantern at the bottom of the sea.  They are also charged with finding him each time the planets align and enabling his release. These three are equally monstrous, but Coulda assumes command.  I chose these names for my Jinn generals because they don’t resemble any names from human nationalities.  After all, they aren’t human, and the whole “separation of people by nationality” is considered ridiculous by them, and of course, a human weakness. Therefore, it was quite important for me to name them something that doesn’t sound like anything we know.  They aren’t Arab.  They aren’t American or European.  They are Jinn, and that’s it.


Coulda is a reptilian looking creature capable of flight, even flight into outer space.  He can influence thought and appear as reptile like creatures. Bafeemus is “Brute-like” and resembles what one may think of as a muscle bound demon, with a bald head, jagged teeth and bulging eyes. He’s not smart, but he makes up for his lack of smarts in brute strength, and the ability to thought travel. Angrit has a lion-like appearance, and although he’s terrifying in appearance, he’s the nobler of the three. He can appear as any animal form at all, except the Wolf. The wolf is said to be the only animal that can kill a Jinni, so for centuries, he searched for a way to not only appear as a wolf, but a way to command wolves.  Finally, he and the other generals acquire the mask of Anubis and get this long desired ability.  In the Rise of the Warrior, this acquisition comes under threat from Phoenix Kassim, the protagonist of The Hakima’s Tale.

Writing these characters was fun, and it’s interesting that I’ve not been asked as much about them in interviews regarding The Hakima’s Tale trilogy.  I’ve been mostly asked about Phoenix, which is only natural, since she’s the star of the trilogy, but I’m very happy to have the chance to talk about my bad guys for a change, because authors infuse a tiny bit of themselves into each character they build, even the villains, so they are also part of me, just as Phoenix is, and let’s face it, who doesn’t love reading about a fabulous maniacal mass murdering psycho that truly believes he’s doing a service?

The Hakima’s Tale books are available as E books, Paperback, or Audio books via Audible.com. They are particularly fun to listen to in the car!


If you’d like to check out my work, log on to www.dedralstevenson.com or www.bluejinnimedia.com and have a look.  I have the three books of The Hakima’s Tale, a Courtroom drama called, Desert Magnolia (that’s been called a modern day, To Kill A Mockingbird), a collection of short stories called Tales of the Lantern, and a horror called, The Skinwalker Resurrection. Additionally, I’ve just completed an international cookbook called Breaking Bread Around the World and an award winning short documentary, Lemonade, that will soon be available on the sight. I’ve got plans for a whole lot more, so sign up for our newsletter and join me on social media!  Here are my links:




Twitter handle:  @Hakimastale

Stay in touch and keep the magic alive!

…thanks gazillions for sharing with us, m’Lady, Dedra … see yeez late… LUV YEEZ!



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…Great Guest Blog Post about Quality Writing from Author, Tony McManus…

…my great pal, Author, Tony McManus, delivers another outstanding contribution with this blog on Quality Writing and the not-so-brilliant stuff… enjoy…




What is it that drives some novels to the top of the commercial sales charts while other books wallow in poor sales rankings? What makes a blockbuster? Good writing? Maybe not.

A short while back I published a blog, Bringing the Curtain Down, in which I speculated on when and why the author of a thriller series should call it a day and wrap it up. In the article, I mentioned that the writer, Lee Child, was about to publish his 22nd Jack Reacher novel, Midnight Line.Well that’s now history and #23, Past Tense,will be available in November 2018; great news for Lee Child, his publisher and for Jack Reacher fans the world over.

After I’d written the piece it occurred to me that I’d never read a Jack Reacher novel. And, as Lee Child is an apex novelist and his Jack Reacher Series a world block-busting top seller, I decided it was time to correct that anomaly and find out what all the fuss was about. I’d join the crowd and read me some Jack Reacher.

I headed into downtown Chiang Mai, to The Lost Book Shop, my favorite bookstore, and picked up five Jack Reacher paperbacks: Killing Floor, The Hard Way, One Shot, Bad Luck And Trouble and Make Me. Second hand, they were cheap but in good condition. Back home, I got into them.

I began with Killing Floor, the first in the series. And I have to say I enjoyed it and can see why it was a hit. Written in the 1st person, the story-line was sound, tense and exciting. But, like many of today’s novels, I found it inflated and overweight. My edition weighed in at 525 pages. I believe that good comprehensive editing would have cut it down to 350 or even less and delivered a tighter, more dynamic book.

Next up was The Hard Way followed by Bad Luck And Trouble. Both were disappointing. Written in the 3rd person, I found the narrative poor, staccato, heavily padded and packed with redundant sentences, many sentences lacking verbs and way too much description of people and places. And for me the abundance of one-word sentences and even one-word paragraphs is painful. I then read Make Meand had started reading Kill Shotwhen I picked up a copy of Personalwhich, like Killing Floor, is written in the 1st person. I enjoyed it. I never went back to Kill Shot.

Giving it thought, it’s as if the series is written by two different writers, and in a way it’s true. In the 3rd person novels, Lee Child tells the tale. In the 1st person stories, there are six, Child hands the pen to Jack Reacher. And Reacher delivers the better book.

Writing in the first person allows a writer a free hand, a chance to break loose from many grammar and syntax constraints and speak just as he feels through the medium of his narrator as Mark Twain did with Huckleberry Finn.The language can be crude or elegant. The narrator may be a gentle Dr. Jekyll or a brutal serial killing Mr. Hyde. The character of the protagonist is revealed through the narrative tone and the language. And, naturally, Jack Reacher, the loner, the rugged individualistic drifter, couldn’t care less about the niceties of English grammar and good prose as he tells his tale. Right?

This freedom, I feel, is one reason many writers choose to write in the 1st person. The 3rd person narrative is a far different and more difficult arena governed by law and order and rules to which the omniscient narrator should adhere. Some writers can switch and write well in both. Child isn’t one of them. Lee Child is a free-wheeling writer who has rejected the discipline of grammatical rules and guidelines. I believe he should have stayed in the 1st person for the entire series. And that way he could have blamed Jack Reacher for any anomalies.

The old advice “show, don’t tell” is sound advice in my view. “Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”(Chekhov). It was at the core of Hemingway’s ‘iceberg theory of omission.’ I believe it also reveals a writer’s respect for his reader. Of course, a good writer utilizes both; he shows and also tells. Lee Child prefers to tell not show. And it shows.

The lack of editing in Lee Child’s novels is chronic. One comes across many unedited self-published books on Amazon, where lots of publications are not even self-edited. But Lee Child’s novels come from a publishing house. So why didn’t his publishers set their editors to work and rein him in? It could be that now he’s so established, they leave him be. I sense that the editors only check for minor things such as typos and spelling errors, with more serious violations off limits. Child once commented that his editors are, “. . .afraid to piss me off.”Really?

Lee Child seems to be a great guy. He’s had setbacks in life and overcame them. I admire that, and his consequent success has to be applauded. I feel sure I’d enjoy a good chat and a few beers with him. In interviews, he’s open and honest. He’s said he’s not out to seek prizes; his aim is to deliver entertainment. And his books sell like freshly baked bread in a famine. But how come? What gives?

A long time ago, ‘back in the day’, I had a sweet Toronto girlfriend. Clare was well read. She loved good books, and her bookshelf revealed a catholic taste in its mix of classics and contemporary writers. She’d read George Eliot’s Middlemarchin college and wrote an essay on it. She admired a host of fine writers. But she loved Harold Robbins.

Robbins was, and remains, one of the best-selling writers of all time, he penned over 25 best-sellers, selling over 750 million copies worldwide in 32 languages.

Under pressure from Clare and to please her, I got into him starting with The Carpetbaggers. I moved on to A Stone for Danny Fisher and on and on. I didn’t read the whole Robbins corpus but more than a few. And yes I enjoyed them though I didn’t rate him too highly as a writer. Like Lee Child, Robbins wrote as he liked. It seemed he’d never heard of the ‘point of view’ rule, so quite often you didn’t know which character was thinking what.

One day, Clare was lying back on her couch flipping the pages of Robbins’ latest, The Adventurers. I teased her. I told her I thought Robbins wasn’t much of writer; a crappy one, really. I expanded on that and she agreed. “You’re right, Tony,” she said, laughing.

“You agree?” I said, surprised.

“Yes,” she nodded. “I agree.”

“Yet you read him?”

“Yes,” She smiled. “It’s crazy I know. I can’t explain it, but I just can’t put him down.”

Rick Gekowski is a writer, broadcaster, rare book dealer and former Senior Lecturer in English at Warwick University. In 2011 he held the Chair of Judges for the 2011 Man Booker International Prize for Fiction. The Guardian newspaper once stated that“Gekowski likes to be around a better class of book than the rest of us.”Impressive, right?

Yet, in an article published in The Guardian, Gekowski came out of the closet and confessed to being a Jack Reacher junkie who can’t wait to get his hands on the latest Lee Child novel and devour it. It’s a bit like discovering that a world-renowned cordon bleuchef sneaks out in disguise to a motorway transport café to nosh down on greasy burgers and fries loaded with red sauce.

In his article, Gekowski admits that, “. . . no one, I imagine, values Child for the quality of his prose. One can hardly find, in the entire corpus of the work, a single sentence worthy of independent admiration.”Yet, like Clare with Robbins, he can’t put him down. I guess some ‘smart readers’ need the occasional literary junk food fix.

In my view, as a writer, Child is bloody awful, his prose poor, overwritten and uninspiring. In comparison with Lee Child, Harold Robbins was a disciplined literary genius. The Jack Reacher series is bad writing in essence. An English teacher might well use it in class to demonstrate how NOT to write. But does it ever sell. Over 70 million worldwide at this time. Plus all those Amazon downloads. Wow. But how? It beats the hell out of me.

Here’s a question I ask myself. Would the Jack Reacher Series be the success it is if it were well-written and thoroughly edited? And the answer? Probably not.

Quite obviously there exists a vast market out there for this stuff, and Lee Child is delivering what it wants and getting rich in the process. It seems these readers not only don’t care, it appears they even love this literary dross. For me, it’s another sad reflection on the dumbing-down of Western civilization.

Writing was the first to fall. Think of those university graduates who can’t compose a simple job application letter and need to hire professionals to do it. Now, it seems the ability to read-well is withering away.

So there it is. Bad writing sells; big time. But I don’t advise going there. It’s a swamp. A quagmire. Lee Child was and is lucky; chances are you won’t be. Keep your feet on solid ground and stick with good writing? It also sells though not in such a frenzy as the Jack Reacher stuff. But don’t lose heart. Respect the English language. It’s a great, rugged and virile language with a body of literature behind it that has no equal. Use it well and write your best. And make every word count.


Jack Reacher is becoming a small industry. There’s now a Jack Reacher online game. And Jack Reacher Custom Coffee is available: ‘Robust. Full Bodied. Battle Tested’ plus a matching coffee mug.

Tony McManus resides in Chiang Mai, Thailand.

He can be found at:



or via his email: downeastern@hotmail.com

He has recently published a thriller: The Sum of Things, Book #1in the James Fallon Series. https://amzn.to/2u0EFwj

He is also the author of the novel: The Iran Deception. http://amzn.to/1Ppb45P

And a short story compilation: Down and Out in the Big Mango.http://amzn.to/1FetYVl

He is presently writing Book #2 in the James Fallon Series and working on a crime novel: Bangkok Retribution,the first book in a new series featuring sleuth Mike Villiers.

…thanks for this, Tony… see yeez later … LUV YEEZ!



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…Authors, when yeez write,’The End’, yer WURK is just beginning…

…ten years ago, this ol’ Scots scribbler completed his first Jack Calder crime thriller, THE VIOLIN MAN’S LEGACY… I’ve shared before the exquisite sensation of floating, pink-cloud ecstasy of having actually written a whole novel… with no safety net, no helpers, and no idea that the addiction of becoming writer was looming large in my life… I was also unaware of my ‘wet-behind-the-ears’ naivete as a ‘newbie’ author… back then, oh, blessed innocence, I thought all I had to do was to send the finished manuscript off to a London publisher and presto, hey, I’d become a millionaire, literary giant in short order… Right? Wrong!… many, if not all, of my fellow-penspersons will have trodden the same route… eventually the cold, hard facts of a writer’s life began to sink in… the WURLD does not owe me fame and fortune just because I’ve written a book, nor indeed, even after I’ve written several books… as with most professions, vocations, or callings, it takes solid, continued, slogging WURK to make the whole thing a ‘successful’ (a much-vaunted and misunderstood adjective by the way, ‘successful’) enterprise… I listened to my peers… I followed sage advice… and became immersed in the ‘business  of writing’… it matters not whether yeez are self-published or ‘house-published‘, the lion’s share of the post-writing ‘business’ belongs to the Author/Authoress… it means being present where it matters… part of that is being on the SOSYAL NETWURKS… not spamming, but letting the reading market know where to locate your literary masterpieces… becoming a blogger is not essential, but an enormous plus in my opinion… allowing a lot more interaction with others… writers, readers, the universe-at-large… and always learning from those who’ve marked out the pathways before me… equally essential is ‘giving back’ to the global diaspora of other quills-people… support bloggers and authors, especially those coming fresh to the excitement and wonder of this fantastic, creative profession of ours… and its okay to tag onto yer blogs from time to time, links to let folks know where to find yer stuff, as I do here… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!













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…Authors… a wee re-musing about minor characters in yer masterpieces…

…I carried this post over a year or so ago, and thought it worth another airing… enjoy…

…there’s no doubt major characters in a novel carry the storyline to the reader-at-large… the confluence of their highs and lows (in the scribblers’ jargon – ‘the crisis – the solution – the next crisis – the subsequent solution, ad inforeverum’) are the meat and drink of most dramas… but, right here, I must ‘fess up… the delight in having lesser lights intrude is important to this ol’ Jurassic writer… it’s more than just the scrivener’s equivalent of wallpaper music in the  elevator, or the colour of the restaurant’s backdrop… the insertion of wee players at pivotal points in my books relieves the main characters from having do everything themselves to move the chapters along… more often as not, they can also provide much needed humorous interludes in an otherwise heavy-duty regimen… Master Billy Shakespeare was an expert in doing so… tragi-comedies are built on such techniques… but I digress… to be credible, the minor players, in my not-so-‘umble opinion, require every bit of fleshing out, and paradoxically, possibly even more so than major characters, because frequently they are in the plot for a specific purpose(s), and their actions must relate to the personality background I create for them… in two of my Jack Calder crime thrillers, THE VIOLIN MAN’S LEGACY and DEADLY IMPASSE, I feature Rico Sanchez, a Mexican undercover operative in South America… although a supposedly minor name in the novels, he has significant impact on the outcome in each of these stories… the danger with minor characters is at least two-fold… first of all, to avoid typecasting… and more importantly p’raps for an author, not falling in LUV with having them in the story… at some stage, I had to devise means of extracting him from the books… not an easy task, I assure yeez… Rico is only one example of many who pop their heads in occasionally, and I generally greet them like friends who only visit at intervals… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!








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…a recap post : ‘…if yeez had a good pair of fitba’ boots, Jesus wanted yeez for a sunbeam…’

…I posted this exactly two years ago, but thought it worth another read during the current WURLD Cup :

Docklands, Govan in Glasgow in the 1950s mirrored life in most of the other huge urban conurbations in the UK… precious little money around… large families, tons of kids… infant schooling on the Scottish Education system was excellent, but we children only realised that many, many years later… but the parallel caring for our well-being, our religious and spiritual needs, were supported by a range of denominations… in amongst our parish tenements sprouted various Churches… Roman Catholic, Wee Free, Church of Scotland, Wesleyan, to name a sprinkling of them… and the one my parents chose to have me attend… the local Methodist outfit… now, I’ve grown up to respect the views and religious persuasions of others, including atheists, but since many years ago, I consider myself more ‘spiritual’ in approach to life than ‘denominated’… that I’m a ‘believer’ is enuff for me, without the need of being proselytized or the desire to ‘convert’ anyone else to my way of thinking… that aside, the early Methodist church affiliation was not without its highlights… not the least were the Children’s Sunday School mornings, where hordes of kids, with fresh-scrubbed faces, clean woolly jumpers and definitely clean handkerfchiefs, congregated for a couple of hours of organized  bedlam… the competition in the singing of the Sunday School songs had nothing to do with pitch, but always sung in the boisterous, preferred key of ‘Very Loud’… and we assorted waifs sang out the verses as enthusiastic ‘Fishers of Men’... one favourite was ‘Jesus wants me for a sunbeam’, which some smartie-pants amended to ‘Jesus wants me for a Morris Minor’, the Sunbeam brand of car being considered not the best of choices…


…and let’s not forget the need to fill the Church-affiliated ‘Life Boys’ social movement, whose primary activity on a Saturday was to play football against other Churches’ Life Boys’ squads, with teams usually being chosen on who had a pair of football boots…

fitba 2

…watching the WURLD Cup tournament currently in progress, I wonder how many of the wantonly overpaid ‘dying swan prima donna acrobats’ on these fields would have been better equipped to play if they had had a decent pair of football boots as kids, and had Jesus chosen them to be a sunbeam?… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…my life gives me writing… my writing gives me life…

…this ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler has come to understand that being of a certain age does not necessarily bring enhanced wisdom… indeed, all too often, it highlights remarkable nuttiness… but it can breed the indulgence of pockets of awareness of some self-spun truths… my introverted philosophies can creep out of what remains of the wee grey cells at any time… and I confess, I do enjoy these interludes… one such minor epiphany struck me today… that my life gives me writing… my writing gives me life… my career, travels, experiences, and relationships, spanning more than five decades and four continents, have more than amply filled the mem’ry bank with material for a hundred-fold of the books I’ve written so far… my fiction, as with that of most authors I know, is an amalgam of all I have seen, heard and felt, mixed with a sum’times over-imaginative brain… but it cannot be denied that a lot of me has migrated to my ‘fictional’ writing… however, the more insightful discovery I’ve made, is to understand that having immersed myself in the pensmithing over the past ten years has contributed largely to sustaining me through some dark times

…yes, yes, Mabel, I know we all go through periods of highs and lows, but without having to go into great detail, there have been some periods in the past decade when the dawn seemed a long time in  arriving… the accessibility to writing has been a lifesaver… it proved a gateway to mental escape… just as it is truly said that we can lose ourselves in reading books, equally, I can testify, that by creating books, this ability to leave other things behind for a while is just as powerful, and a marvellous antidote to the daily pressing vicissitudes that can visit upon any of us… in short, I repeat, my writing gives me life... it has given me a reason to get out of bed and face the WURLD on many days… that doesn’t mean that I ignore any issues that I have to deal with, but it provides a temporary sanctuary, keeping at bay any negative thoughts in my head… there now, heavy-duty stuff there, maybe, but worth getting it out of my system… thanks for reading thus far… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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