Real Paper: The Long Weekend.

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If I look pleased it’s because I am; and it’s not just because James Bond is standing behind me!

My first novella is now in print; real print, on real paper!

Of course it has been an eBook for a couple of weeks but there is something about holding an actual book in your hands that puts a smile on your face.

I have sold a copy as well….. so that’s good. One of my friends likes ‘real books’ and he waited until they arrived, and bought one. Very cool.

The package arrived a couple of days ago and I was having a particularly bad day so I waited until the next day before I opened it. I didn’t want to waste the experience.

There is a law that says that when an author opens their book for the first time, to any random page, they will find a typo. It’s true….. but only a misplaced comma…… not the end of the world.

I hope you will forgive me for ‘blowing my own horn’, but this is how it goes when you are on your own in the publishing business. I would much rather someone else would blow the horn for me, but I’m learning how to do it myself.

As you have probably worked out, the book has its own blog page and I add a new short ‘Sam and Scarlett’ story each week. Feel free to wander over there and check it out.

If you haven’t purchased my book yet then please consider purchasing it as the proceeds go towards paying the publishing costs and if there is any left over it will help with the costs of my new book.

If the genre of the book does not interest you but you would like to support me with a small donation, then you can hit the PayPal button in the top right hand corner of the page and leave me a tip.

No matter how small, all help is appreciated.

LATE BREAKING NEWS!

Due to popular demand [well, a couple of people asked] I have set up a sales site with the printer for those who like paper books. The link seems to work well and the process is relatively painless. So………. knock yourself out!

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9 days to go in my crowd-funding adventure and what have I learned?

That’s a good question, and I’m glad you asked.

I was going to leave this post until the campaign had ended but seeing as I’m the boss around here I thought I would bring it forward.

THINGS I ALREADY KNEW BUT WAS REMINDED OF.

* It takes courage to be any kind of artist, and that applies to being a writer as well.

* It is a bit scary when you put yourself out there.

* At some level, everything is a numbers game.

STUFF I LEARNED SINCE I STARTED THE ‘Pubslush’ campaign.

* For some reason the people who have the least seem to be the first to offer their help [even when you tell them not to].

* A lot of people don’t like ‘signing up’ for stuff. [This one took me by surprise but I guess I can see where people are coming from].

*Offers of help can come from surprising quarters. [This was nice to find out]

* Swallowing your pride and asking for help is good for someone who lacks humility [that's me I'm talking about]

* When people are used to ‘getting something for nothing’ they are reluctant to change the habit. [I get this. I'm a bit that way myself]

* Most of the people who like my stuff are just as broke as I am. [Not sure what this means but creative people are not usually at the top of the food chain, so I should not be surprised.]

* Short of a miracle [or a very rich supporter] my campaign is unlikely to reach its modest goal [it's the smallest amount the site will allow] and that’s okay. I’ve learned a lot about myself and it has made me determined to keep on creating. It has even gotten me back into my latest ‘Sam and Scarlett’ novel, which had stalled. I now have my final act and it is head down and bum up until the first draft is finished.

* In the midst of all this I found out that a good friend had fallen ill and the thought was that he was not going to make it. It put this, and a lot of other stuff into perspective. It turns out that he is going to be okay and I have to say that his ‘recovery’ is kind of spooky……. in a good way. It’s a long story but suffice to say that he has made a ‘miraculous’  recovery [he has learned a thing or two over the past few weeks, as well!]

To the small number of people who have pledged funds so far I say a huge thank you. Thank you for showing faith in me and taking the time and the trouble to show it [this includes the good people who found my PayPal button and contributed that way]. I love all my readers but you guys will always have a special place in my heart. Thank you for being a part of my dream.

To those who were not able to contribute but took the time to offer words of support and advice I also say a huge thank you. I know your time is precious and I appreciate you spending some of it on me.

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P.S. The collection of short stories ‘Passerby’ will be published. It’s just going to take a bit longer.

Sam Bennett’s case files: Stephen.

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A quiet, rainy Sunday afternoon by the fire, with Sam and Scarlett…….

Originally posted on The Long Weekendd:

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Before ‘THE LONG WEEKEND’ and before he met, fell in love with and married Scarlett Holmyard, Sam was a working detective [and Mystery Writer].

The following is a story from his case files.

Scarlett was curious about Sam’s past and would occasionally ask Sam to tell her a story from his previous life.

Scarlett was no ‘innocent’. She had done her nursing training and had travelled extensively, but even with her ‘down to earth’ experience there was very little in her past to match the adventures that Sam had been a part of.

One quiet Sunday afternoon, as they sat in front of the open fire, Scarlett asked for a story.

“Can you make it a juicy one. Maybe a murder. Something a bit different?”

“A bit different? Blood and guts not enough for you my sweet little flower?” Sam was smiling over a smokey single malt which was quietly…

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Waiting For Something.

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She’s been standing there for most of the afternoon.

I know this because I’ve been watching her.

She hasn’t sat down once and she only just started to lean up against the wall.

That heavy bag must be making her uncomfortable but she hasn’t put it down which makes me think that there is something important in there.

Maybe that is why she is waiting.

Is she delivering or picking up?

No, that’s not it.

It’s too obvious; she’s too obvious.

It has to be something else.

She doesn’t look sad but she does look determined.

My sister had that same look. She was rarely happy and always annoyed; at least she was always annoyed with me, which was only my fault some of the time. She made a type of career out of being annoyed. Come to think of it, I don’t know what she did for a living.

You don’t think about stuff like that when you are young.

I’d love to know what this woman is waiting for but I have to start work and the boss doesn’t like it if I’m late.

“Be well dressed, smile and don’t be late.”

That’s his mantra.

As long as I stick to those three commands he doesn’t much care what else I do.

It’s a good job.

I wonder if this woman has a job?

I wonder if standing there is part of her job?

I wonder if she has a family that worries about her?

I guess I’m just going to have to wonder.

Some puzzles are destined to remain just that; a puzzle.

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With 19 days to go in my campaign to raise the funds to publish my ‘connected short story collection’, I thought I would check in and see how it is going.

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So far we have raised 3.9920159% of the total which is interesting, sad, perplexing, understandable,worrying and testing of my faith hope and to a certain extent, charity.

Firstly, let me tell you how terrifying it is to embark on such a campaign……… it’s terrifying.

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It is a lot like the reason for the campaign………. publishing.

In both cases you are putting yourself out there and saying “love me”, or at least “love what I do.”

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I know how busy people can be and I know that there are always heaps of people asking you to buy this and contribute to that……. I know because it happens to me.

On any given day I receive two phone calls asking me to contribute to a charity that we have contributed to in the past [we had a bit of money a while ago and we spread it around..... just a bit].

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There’s a bloke who sits outside the supermarket and plays guitar and harmonica just like Bob Dylan….. he doesn’t ask for money but I know he would like some, so I give him what small change I have, whenever I can afford to do so…….and like Dylan, he doesn’t say much.

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A lady I know published her first book just recently and I bought a paper copy; I could not afford it but I went without coffee for a couple of weeks because it occurred to me that she is the first person I have come across who has gone through the process that I have, and she has seen it through and produced a book. I may never come into contact with another person [who I know well] who has done this, and I needed to mark the occasion by buying her book.

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We live in a bushfire prone area, and every now and then the local brigade stands at the intersection and collects money for one thing or another. It’s hard to say no because they are mostly volunteers and our lives depend on them and their equipment………… you see what I mean?

There is always a good cause to contribute to and I haven’t even touched on ‘keeping gay whales in the ground’, or ‘helping single mothers buy battleships’, or ‘stopping the logging of our native echidnas’ [we had an echidna in our back yard just the other night..... we felt blessed that the little fella passed our way].

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If, sometime over the next 19 days, you feel the need to help me get closer to the 100% mark then please feel free to join in.

If I get close but don’t make it, you will not be out a single cent………. it’s all or nothing………. boom or bust……. if we don’t hit the mark you will not be expected to contribute.

Remember that I am writing two special stories just for this campaign………. a very short one for anyone who contributes $10 or more and an extra special story [just under 4000 words] for anyone who contributes $50 or more.

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But, to be perfectly honest, I would be happy with a dollar.

I just need the encouragement.

As of pushing the publish button, I have one WordPress [thanks Mobi] person as a sponsor.

Allegedly, I have 1149 followers, and one supporter so far…………?

If you have had fun over the past year or so, reading my stories, then please consider putting in a dollar, or the price of a coffee………. if all my ‘followers’ did so I would have TWICE the amount I need………… just saying.

Contribute or not, I still appreciate the fact that you take time out of your day to read my stories.

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Thank you.

Terry

And So It Begins………..

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If you haven’t purchased and read your copy of THE LONG WEEKEND yet, then here is a taste of what you are missing out on…………..

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Pellegrinis Cafe

The body lay quietly in the street just down from Pellegrini’s and if it was not for the gradually increasing pool of blood surrounding it you might have thought that the deceased had fallen asleep or fallen over drunk or just fallen over.

The bloody great knife protruding from its chest, on the other hand, was a pretty clear indicator that someone wanted to do this person harm; the kind of harm that you woke up dead from..

The Detective Inspector had seen more than his fair share of dead bodies but not many of them ended up in plain view in a busy part of Melbourne. Vacant lots, dense bush, but not usually at the trendy end of Bourke Street.

“Bennett is staying at the Windsor, just around the corner. Do you reckon he had anything to do with this?” Sergeant Wilson’s question was directed at his DI. Detective…

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