And so we come to the last book in the Scrapdragon series of Tom-Tom Burrow Adventures. Now all four are available worldwide on Kindle through Amazon. Read, Enjoy, Tell Your Friends!!!
Just to blow a trumpet, today I published Book 1 of The Scrapdragon via Kindle. It’s called The Scrapdragon – Book 1 – An Adventure Begins. The remaining three books will follow shortly. I think the book should be on the website within 24 hours.
In the new year I hope to publish all four in a single volume featuring a new cover, a map, and a book of spells. Anyway, the book is aimed mainly at 10 to 12 years (though I think it’s readable by most ages) so if you know anyone with children in that range, do give them a nudge to read it and leave a review, please!
So passes Elmore Leonard, believed by many to be one of America’s greatest crime writers. I’m not (by and large) a crime fan so have not actually (confession) read any of his work – however, I picked up on a Guardian article quoting Leonard’s top 10 tips for writing. I won’t reproduce them here except for number 10, which I particularly like:
Try to leave out the part that readers tend to skip. Think of what you skip reading a novel: thick paragraphs of prose you can see have too many words in them
We’re all guilty of this to some extent, I suspect, because (in no particular order):
- we think our word count is too low
- we’ve seen other authors write long tracts of beautiful prose, so we figure that’s what we should do, too, if we’re ever going to be taken seriously as bona fide scriveners
- we haven’t bothered to re-read what we’ve written, so fail to see how boring and/or repetitive it is
- we haven’t thought about how we’re going to structure what we write (my especial problem!)
- we can’t help waffling
Take a look at the Guardian article yourself – what’s your favourite tip and which ‘rule’ are you most guilty of transgressing?
With the impending crises of climate change, scarcity of water, dwindling energy reserves and spiraling global populations, the effective management of our land and the food it produces has never been more relevant. Established in 1938 by a small group of far-seeing and enthusiastic engineers and agriculturalists, the Institution of Agricultural Engineers provides a professional nexus for the scientists, technologists, engineers, and managers working in the many and varied forms of land-based industry.
In 1988 the IAgrE marked its 50th anniversary with a publication that considered the changing face of farming and agricultural engineering over the previous half century. In 2013, to mark their 75th anniversary, they have chosen to commission a book that looks forward at what the future might hold. To help them achieve this, they approached NewCon Press.
Looking Landwards represents NewCon Press’ first ever open submissions anthology. We have been overwhelmed by the response, receiving submissions not only from within the UK but also from the USA, Australia, mainland Europe, Africa, and Asia; from professional writers and would-be writers, from scientists and engineers who are actively involved in dealing with the book’s themes to people who have simply been inspired by them. Looking Landwards features the very best of these stories. Twenty-three works of science fiction and speculation that dare to look to the future and examine what lies ahead for farming, for agricultural engineering and for all of us.
- Introduction by Andy Newbold and Chris Whetnall of the IAgrE
- The Blossom Project – M Frost
- Contraband – Terry Martin
- When Shepherds Dream of Electric Sheep – Sam Fleming
- Inversion Centre – Darren Goossens
- Ode to an Earthworm – Gareth D Jones
- A Touch of Frost – Renee Stern
- The World Coyote Made – Jetse de Vries
- Earthen – Alicia Cole
- Soul Food – Kim Lakin-Smith
- Charlie’s Ant – Adrian Tchaikovsky
- Cellular Level – J E Bryant
- My Oasis Tower – Holly Ice
- Throw Back – Gill Shutt
- Mary on the Edge – Steven Pirie
- Landward – Den Patrick
- Long Indeed Do We Live… – Storm Constantine
- Tractor Time – Kate Wilson
- Veggie Moon – Neal Wooten
- Wheat – Kevin Burke
- Blight – Dev Agarwal
- Black Shuck – Henry Gee
- A Season – Rebecca J. Payne
- The Last Star – Nigel Edwards
- About the Authors
Released 28th October 2013, Looking Landwards will be published as:
A5 paperback (ISBN 978-1-907069-59-8) Price: £11.99 (UK), $20.99 (USA)
A numbered, limited edition hardback, each copy signed by all the contributing authors:
(ISBN: 978-1-907069-58-1) Price: £29.99
A nice email arrived the other day saying that my latest story has been accepted for publication in an anthology called Looking Landwards, to be published (paperback + hardback signed edition, date to be announced) by NewCon Press.
To give you a little foretaste, here’s a very short extract of my contribution – I hope you like it:
Goosegirl broke the lamb’s legs by placing a foot on them one at a time, taking a firm handhold then pulling, sharply. One, two, three, four. The animal had stopped bleating so she figured it was probably dead. Four years after first being introduced to the necessity of such things, the work no longer made her sick.
A few well-practiced slices with the blade she always kept so sharp it could cut through butter – whatever that was; something the Olders talked about when they reminisced, along with chocolate, paraffin, and sugar. Goosegirl figured butter must have been really hard and tough to crack, even though Great Gramps said he used to eat it. She assumed he must have had really strong teeth.
Now the woolly coat was almost ready to be stripped from the flesh. One long, circular stroke to separate the body skin from the head skin and then…
Goosegirl looked up. Another lamb was standing pathetically in the straw, wondering where its mother was, where the next meal of warm milk would come from.
“She ain’t around no more,” Goosegirl said. “Storm done for her, just like for this one. But don’t you worry. You’ll soon be dressed extra warm for your new momma.”
Nearby, a ewe tethered to a stanchion started bleating, calling for her own lost newborn. Could she smell the blood, Goosegirl wondered? Did she recognize the scent of her offspring? Or was she unaware that her baby was close, dead, ready to be divested of its dermal layers?
“You need a lambkin to love,” Goosegirl told her as she ripped the fleece free of the raw carcass and quickly dressed the orphan.
“There. Maybe you ain’t so pretty with all those bloody smears, but your new momma will take to you, I promise.” She shepherded the lamb across the floor to where the prospective foster parent was waiting, then watched while the bond formed, the youngster beginning to suckle. Orphans didn’t survive long on their own out in the pastures, not in the harsh, late winter. This one was lucky that its own mother had been valuable prime stock, and had therefore been tracked by Manager, the Farm’s overseer, who’d directed the rescue.
After cleaning and sheathing the knife, Goosegirl collected up her bulky, one-piece fur-lined weatherproofs and clambered inside. She pulled the fresh meat in with her; that would help keep the smell of blood out of the wind – no sense in attracting hunters on the trek back to the house. A balaclava with attached snow-goggles was next, and then the hood and muffler. Moving around with all that gear on wasn’t easy, but this was essential preparation before stepping outside. With a final glance towards the new ‘family’ she opened the barn doors.
The blizzard howled in.
Yes, I am back in the hunt for work, having become a redundant statistic for I-don’t-know-how many-times.
So this is a simply request: if you or someone you know has a vacancy for an experienced software test/quality manager/team leader, preferably in Milton Keynes, but Beds, Bucks, or Herts would be good, do please get in touch with me. My Linked-in profile is:
Finally Badger’s Waddle has made to the printers (both paper and e-book)! YEE-HAAA! Many thanks to Tim at Greyhart for persevering and determination, particularly at a time of some personal concern for him (all my best thoughts on that matter to you and yours).
Also, though I’ve said thanks before, thanks again to Dean Harkness for his truly great and fun cover work!
SO, what’s the early days response from the readers who are, after all, the only critics who actually count. Well, it’s a mixed bag. I’m pleased that the majority are positive, with very kind analogies towards the great Terry Pratchett and the even greater Monty Python. Of course there are negatives, too, and all are justified. The thing about writing something for a mass market is that nobody is ever going to please everyone (confession: even my wife didn’t like BW, so if other’s don’t like it too I can’t find fault with them).
One word of explanation about exactly what BW is – or more correctly, about what it is not. It isn’t a linear story. It doesn’t follow a pattern. It doesn’t subscribe to any particular genre. It’s not educational.
What I wanted to do with the book was present ‘episodes’ in the lives of rather wacky villagers with fantastical backdrop to measure against. One criticism was that some of the ‘chapters’ in BW had no logical connection to others, and that is absolutely correct. The point is that in any village/town/city you care to name, every single house/bungalow/flat will have a story of its own, a story that is wholly unconnected to any neighbours. Just look at the news headlines on almost any day and you will see banners proclaiming: “They seemed such a quiet family,” say neighbours, or similar.
And so it is with BW.
As for the ‘gross’ aspects of the book, well – this is inevitably a matter of personal viewpoint; but I confess it was intentional. I wanted to see if I could write something that was gross without recourse to crudity, and I think I just about managed that. (As it happens, one chapter was originally a bit more naughty than the one that actually made it to the printers.) So, for those who read it and are revolted I can only say ‘Sorry’ – but the blurb does, I think, give you fair warning!