Three Hoodies Save the World

Constant moaning and whinging about everything

Editing editing.

I got an unexpected day off today which gave me time for more editing. I’m now half way through the book and have enlarged it by about seven pages. That means by the end, the word count should be close to where I usually like it.

Several dozen plot twists removed and a couple I forgot about enlarged a little and it’s shaping up quite nicely. But as usual I’ll do it a few more times before burdening my wonderful beta readers. I can’t force another badly typed, almost deranged piece of muck on them again. It’s hard enough to get people to read my stuff, as all the writers out there will know.

Here’s my idea for the cover. I was going to fill in the background but have decided that this is enough. Or at least I hope so. As always I might just change my mind completely as I have on several occasions. I wanted to make it slightly rude but not enough to offend people. If anyone does find it more than mildly objectionable let me know and I’ll rethink it.


Just tripled my broadband speed.

For a very reasonable four pounds I just increased my broadband speed from 40Mb, supposedly, to perhaps 100, but definitely 80mb.

Ten years ago I worked for a company whose head office was in Singapore. Even then they boasted a broadband speed of a 1gb, yes you read it correctly. And they thought nothing of it.

Yet even with this increased speed I bet I’m still down to dial up speed when the little swi.. darlings in my area come home from school and begin snapchatting and facebooking themselves into oblivion, despite having done it all day long when they were supposed to be learning stuff in school.

I don’t care what my wife says; I’m not a grumpy old git.



Amaranthine by Joleene Naylor

What is this Vampire Challenge? And just who is behind it?* Yesterday we were told to look for more video clues, and today I think we have one:

Does this mean we’re dealing with a vampire? If so, which one? Do you have any ideas? Join me on facebook and let’s unravel the mystery together!

(Want to know what it is? Join and find out!)

*(Of course I *really* know what it is, but come on, play along!)

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Editing with a vengeance.

I’m almost half way through the first of myriad edits of my new novel. I don’t drink anymore and haven’t for over a decade so I wonder how I could have three chapters 6’s and no chapter eight or nine. No matter, that’s what editing is all about.

And as usual I’ve begun deleting the exploratory plot twists that didn’t work out and in some cases apparently forgot about by the next page. It’s fun but I can’t wait to begin my next book. The only problem is that I don’t get much spare time anymore so I don’t even know when I’ll be finished with Sods Law let alone get onto the next.

Here’s something I’ve been working on with my new painting program. clearly I’ve got a long way to go before I approach even bad. Working with oil, even simulated, is tough going. I’m beginning to admire the artists who actually paint with the real stuff.

Another film of Ellie.

Nothing’s going on so I thought I’d show you  my daughter taking my favourite pony for a walk.

Although, I’m not entirely sure who’s taking whom for a walk.

It’s better if you have the sound turned on – she’s not in the best of moods. Or perhaps that’s just her standard mood, I’m not sure.

It’s finally finished.

Sod’s Law is finally rit.

When I say finished, what I mean is that the first draft is finished. It’s only 85k words which is a little light for me but no doubt as I start filling in details on the edits it’ll flesh out a bit.

As I predicted and like always when I write a new novel the end is slightly different from how I envisioned it, but I think it’s better this way.

Now I’ll take a few weeks off then begin the first of the countless rewrites when it might completely change again.

I’m still not entirely sure about the cover. Some people might think it’s a bit rude, and even with that it’s a little spartan. Now that I’ve got time to play with my new painting program I might just add something to it. Dunno. For now I’m just happy that it’s done.

With luck I hope to publish it in about six months.

Someone’s digging a hole under my house.

For the last ten years I’ve been popping into the local Virgin media shop every few months and asking/pleading for them to cable my house. And every time they’ve said no.

My current service provider gives me about 40Mb broadband, which sounds good, and would be were there not fifty trillion children living in my general area. All of which means, that come the end of school, or at any time over the weekend I’m down to dial up speed and that’s despite having fibre broadband.

Fifteen years ago I thought a 14. 4 dial up speed was pretty good. It only took me three hours to download Netscape Navigator (that’s an old browser) and a measly six hours to download an 8 bit game which kept me amused for almost a week. But as soon as broadband came along my life was complete.

That was before I moved into current house which is as far as it can physically be from the farthest node, which in turn is as far as is physically able to be from the farthest exchange.

So you can imagine my thrill(ment) today when I returned from work to find an enormous great trench down my street and twenty men with enormous drills making it even wider and deeper as I watched. Could it be, I mused before rushing upstairs and waiting to find Virgin media on my clockwork speed internet connection. Then armed with their number I finally spoke to them.

“Yes,” the man said. “We are indeed cabling your street.” My paroxysms of joy almost caused me to drop the phone into my mug of cold tea. “And,” he continued happly, “in less than eighteen months we can wire you up.”

18 months? I just turned sixty. I might be dead by then!!!!!

Blogophilia 27.10 Fallon Part 3

It gets better and better.

It’s time again for Blogophilia, the fun group where martien gives participants prompts to use in their weekly blog. This week’s prompts are:

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 27.10 Topic – Sometimes I Wish…
Bonus: Hard (2 pts) Include a lyric from a U2 song
Easy (1 pt) Incorporate the word “diaphanous”

And so we are ending Fallon. Considering I had no plan for this story at the very beginning, I am shocked to see how long it ended up in total. Yeesh. Next week should be Franklin’s turn, unless I skip ahead and write Griselda instead.


Belle was easier to persuade than Fallon thought she’d be, and soon they were packed into her ’54 Hudson Hornet and headed down the dark highway. Somehow the hulking vehicle, a remnant of Lara’s favorite era, seemed the perfect choice to rescue her in.

“Thanks again,” Fallon said from the roomy backseat.


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At first I thought she was dead.

For such a mobile little animal Ellie really can sleep.

But when she’s awake she’s a monster. Here’s a video of her exercising the older horse. We don’t let her share the same field in case she eats Ritchie, who’s got the brain of a retarded slug. The one that nearly killed my daughter is now living in a field with three other un-rideable nags and having the time of its life.

And here’s the other cat, Harley, also dead until it hears the sound of it’s bowl being filled.

I wish I could sleep like that. If so much a moth flutters by in the next county I’m awake instantly.

Twenty six pages in one day.

Thirty pages in two days. That’s an awful lot of writing for me but I’m enthused since people are dying off in a satisfactory manner and the plots nears it’s end. With good sailing (of the metaphorical kind) the first draft should be finished by the end of the week. Then I’m going to take a couple of weeks off before beginning the first edit. Although that might be just a bit longer since the stylus pen arrived for my android tablet today and as I’ve already downloaded and paid for ArtRage for tablet I think I’ll have a little play.

I’ve just begun learning about pastels and the first attempt ever to paint a dog has been a bit of a disaster. It’s looks like a Quatermass experiment gone wrong. You’d have to be as old as me to understand that but what I really mean is that it’s rubbish. I know some people spend their entire artistic lives painting people, or pets or landscapes and do nothing else but I feel like I should expand my limited horizons even though I’ve always loved landscape because I can invent places that never existed before. Like this place:


One of my faves.

I’ll give it a few more weeks before realising that one cannot begin a completely new discipline and perfect it in a fortnight, and then just go back to landscapes. Until then I’ll just have fun.

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