Three Hoodies Save the World

Constant moaning and whinging about everything

another week, another edit.

It’s been a long week what with the virus and the umpteenth edit of Spawn of Kongonato.

Viruses I can handle. A cold here, flu there. I even managed to catch three colds consecutively during the winter.

Yet this particular virus was hard. Even Avast, my previously impeccable anti-virus couldn’t cope and consequently squawked before closing my machine down with what sounded like a death rattle.

However I’ve fixed it I think, I hope, despite researching several hundred internet entries complaining of but not actually explaining how to exterminating the little sod. I would so like to get my hands on these people. Do they really have nothing better to do?

However, I’ve also finished another edit of Kongomato 2 and I’m relatively happy with the plot. But instead of waiting a few weeks before I start again, as is my wont, I’m going to jump right in while it’s still fresh in my mind.

Never again will I publish a novel with stupid errors. So tonight after a run or maybe even a little sleep It’s back to it. I’m glad it’s finished since the third and final edition: Progeny of Kongomato is going rather nicely. Here’s the (unfinished) cover

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Here’s a little bit.

‘So when we get to…where was it again?’
Steve smiled in the darkness, glad to be in charge once more.
‘Traitor’s Gate. It’s a door what goes right into the Tower of London. That’s where the stuff is. There won’t be any guards out because of that toxic stuff, which I don’t believe in anyway.’ His words were only slightly muffled and the dark filthy rag he was holding over his mouth in the almost complete darkness barely interrupted his blithe confidence. ‘We get the jewels and nick ‘em.’
‘What, all of them?’ Harry gasped. He didn’t quite know how many jewels there were in the Tower of London but it surely had to be a lot. And you couldn’t fence a whole gold crown with a million diamonds in it down the east end. Someone was bound to ask questions. But there was something else. It took a moment to register.
‘But aren’t the doors gonna be shut or something?’
Steve had already considered this question at length. But naturally the solution was obvious and the real reason why he was in charge, because Harry would never have come up with it himself.’

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