Welcome to the Blog Hop.  This week the topic is:

What is the most unethical practice in the publishing industry?

I have read some of the other posts discussing this topic and I am grateful that I was never a victim of unscrupulous publishing practices. It seems there are a lot of vanity publishers out there who con writers who want to publish a first book out of a lot of money and deliver very little in return.

I have come to realise that I was lucky with my writing and publishing journey. Firstly, I had the good fortune to meet my current publisher, TSL Publications, prior to publishing my first Sir Chocolate book and we have worked well together ever since, and secondly, I met Sue Vincent and Sally Cronin, both very supportive bloggers and really nice people, within my first few weeks of blogging and they both helped me meet other bloggers within their community.

I never looked for a publisher as, although Michael and I had written our books together and I wrote a lot of poetry and flash fiction, I have never really considered taking our stories to another level. A good friend of mine suggested that I submit my stories to a publisher and she recommended TSL Publications. A few weeks after I submitted the stories via email, I received a reply that Anne loved them and would help me publish them. Having help with formatting my books, editing them, type setting both the print and the ebooks and uploading them to Lulu.com and Amazon has been most helpful. I am not sure if I would have done it without the assistance and support I received.

All my books are published with TSL Publications except for my poetry book, which I wrote with a friend and fellow poet, Kim Blades. Because it was a collaboration, I decided to self publish but I also did that with a lot of wonderful help from Moyhill Publishing. David Cronin helped me with the typesetting and design of this book and walked me, step-by-step, through the self publishing process on Amazon.

Thank you to both Anne and David for all your support and also to the amazing blogging community which I am a part of and from which I learn so much every time I come on-line.

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Linda G Hill’s prompt is as follows: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “animal sounds.” Write about the sounds animals make and how you experience them. Have fun!

I have, of course, fitted it in with my latest WIP:

“They all watch silently as the soldiers systematically set about their destruction of their lives. The farmhouse, barns and kraal burn to the ground. The crops are burned and trampled by the soldiers’ horses, and the cattle, including those belonging to the African farm workers, are shot dead where they stand in the veld. Even Ansi, the gentle milk cow is ruthlessly killed by the soldiers. Not all the Khakis are good marksmen and Estelle’s gorge rises at the screams of pain from badly placed bullets. I didn’t know injured animals scream like human babies. Papa has never missed.

The metallic stench of blood mixes with the oily scent of induced burning, as the thick black smoke blots out the sky and everything succumbs to the flames. The watchers cough and splutter, as the smoke and ash blow in their direction, and the roar of the flames fills the hot air.

Their eyes smart and run with tears from a mixture of emotion and smoke. Suné, who had been standing quietly, eyes wide and tear filled, suddenly opens her mouth and vomits. Marta turns angry and astonished eyes on her youngest daughter but makes no move to assist her. Estelle pulls her handkerchief from her skirt pocket and helps her wipe her mouth.

The guns crash repeatedly and eventually the screams and bellows of the injured cattle stops. The vultures had started to gather, circling and making raspy drawn-out hissing sounds as they prepared to fight over the carcasses. The winners would gorge themselves, making disgusting grunting noises reminiscent of hungry pigs or barking dogs.

A short while later a wagon arrives to transport them.”

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Today’s book review was a buddy read with prolific author, James J. Cudney. This was the first time I have read a book and then discussed it with someone else prior to writing my review and it was an interesting and fun process. I hope that Jay and I will read some more books together in the future. You can find Jay’s review of Eventide here: https://thisismytruthnow.com/2020/02/15/book-review-eventide-by-mae-clair/

What Amazon says

The darkness is coming . . .  

The old house near Hode’s Hill, Pennsylvania is a place for Madison Hewitt to start over—to put the trauma of her husband’s murder, and her subsequent breakdown, behind her. She isn’t bothered by a burial plot on the property, or the mysterious, sealed cistern in the basement. Not at first. Even the presence of cold spots and strange odors could be fabrications of her still troubled mind. But how to explain her slashed tires, or the ominous messages that grow ever more threatening?

Convinced the answer lies in the past, Madison delves into the history of the home’s original owners, only to discover the origin of a powerful evil. An entity that may be connected to a series of gruesome attacks that have left police baffled. No matter where she turns—past or present—terror lingers just a step away, spurred on by a twisted obsession that can only be satisfied through death…

My review

Eventide is the third book in the Hode’s Hill series by this author. The book is written on two timelines, the first of which features the current life of Madison Hewitt and to a lesser extent, her boyfriend, Roth, and her sister and her psychic boyfriend, Dante. Madison has recently recovered from a lengthily period of complete withdrawal from the world following the violent murder of her husband which she experienced with him due to her empathic abilities. Madison appears to have recovered psychologically and has bought her own house, a charming but run down house that is quite far out of town. The house features its own graveyard where the remains of three members of the Steward family are buried. The gravestones show that Sylvia Steward and her son, Nathaniel, both died on the same day. Sylvia’s husband, Darrin, and Nathaniel’s father died a number of years before them. Within a short period, Madison starts have unusual and paranormal experiences in the house and quickly discovers that that there was a second Steward son, Tristan, who no-body knows what happened to or how he died. One thing is obvious though, his body is not buried in the family graveyard.

Madison was an interesting character and I enjoyed her rediscovered strength following her breakdown in the previous book. She has good survival instincts although she works against them some of the time and does some rather unexpected things. Her boyfriend, Roth, quickly shows himself to have some undesirable characteristics which Madison glosses over due to a lack of confidence and a forgiving nature.

The second timeline features Hollande Moore, a gentlewoman who is compelled by her brother to take a live-in position as a companion to Sylvia Steward. Soon after her arrival at the Steward Mansion, Hollande realises that Sylvia is a most difficult and jealous woman who enjoys making the lives of those around her miserable. This selfish and unpleasant attitude also extends to her son, Nathaniel, who lives with her in the house and sees to the accounts and administrative requirements of the family business. It does not, however, extend to her other son, Tristan, who comes home at night after his days at the family business in a neighbouring town and on whom Sylvia dotes.

When Hollande and Nathaniel start to develop feelings towards each other, the full extent of Sylvia’s madness starts making itself known.

Hollande is a lovely character and, on the whole, behaves sensibly and reasonably. I really admired her right up to the end of the book. Nathaniel and Tristan, on the other hand, were rather weak characters and I didn’t feel that Nathaniel deserved Hollande’s affections.

There was a feeling of familiarity with my reading of this book in the first half, but it picked up tremendously in the second half. My reading experience for this book was not quite as smooth as it was with the first two books and book 2 is still my favourite of this series.

This story is darker than the other two and has some rather unnerving and graphic parts. It was an enjoyable story and tied up all the loose ends creating a satisfactory conclusion to the series.

Purchase Eventide by Mae Clair

Thank you to Charles French for introducing me to his innovative U. L. S., The Underground Library Society and for including me as a member. The preservation of literature of all kinds is close to my heart and I am proud to be associated with such a wonderful initiative.

Charles is also a writer of several great books, do pop over to his blog and have a look: https://charlesfrenchonwordsreadingandwriting.wordpress.com/

I want to welcome Robbie Cheadle to the U. L. S., The Underground Library Society! This group is an unofficial collection of people who deeply value books. It is based on the idea of The Book People from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.  Robbie is the newest member of this group of book lovers!

Robbie has excellent blogs: Robbie Cheadle books/poems/reviews and   Robbie’s inspiration. Both are wonderful; please be sure to visit them.

The Red Badge of Courage

Background

The Red Badge of Courage is a novel about the American Civil War, written by American author, Stephen Crane. Although the author was born after the war and had not ever participated in a battle when he wrote the book, The Red Badge of Courage is cited for its realism and naturalism.

The book depicts several very vivid and intense battle scenes which are graphically depicted from the perspective of the young protagonist, Henry Fleming, a private in the Union Army. The book explores the themes of maturism, heroism and cowardice with regards to Fleming’s regiment which comprises mainly of inexperienced first-time soldiers who have conscripted for various reasons and the indifference of nature to the follies of man.

The red badge of courage referred to in the title of the book is a wound incurred during battle.

My review of this book

The Red Badge of Courage was a fascinating insight into the psychology of warfare for young recruits who have never experienced battle before. I read the author’s biography and was astonished that he had never experienced war before he wrote this startling descriptive and vivid account of the fictional 304th New York Infantry Regiment during the American Civil War.

The main character is 18-year old man from a farming background called Henry Fleming. Henry is tired of the monotony of his life helping his mother on the farm and enlists because he has romanticized battle as a result of reading several accounts of war. He is attracted by his perceived glamour of battle and enlists against the advice of his mother. When she attempts to give him some practical advice before he leaves to join his new regiment, he resents her words which belie and detract from his romantic notions.

Continue reading here: https://charlesfrenchonwordsreadingandwriting.wordpress.com/2020/02/16/another-member-of-the-u-l-s-robbie-cheadle-writes-on-the-red-badge-of-courage/

I read this book as part of the Back to the Classics Challenge 2020

https://karensbooksandchocolate.blogspot.com/2020/01/back-to-classics-challenge-2020.html

Once again, Sue’s weekly prompt has been conducive for a short share from my WIP, A ghost and his gold:

“At 3p.m. a thunderstorm blew up and the rain simply fell down in a torrential deluge. Brilliant streaks of lightening tore apart the skies that were almost as dark as night, accompanied by ferocious peals of thunder. The Molopo River developed into a raging flood within minutes and all impediments to its flow, including wooden bridges, earthworks and ammunition, were washed away. A seven-pounder gun was saved from the flood with seconds to spare.

Some of Robert’s colleagues, who were manning the defence of the river bed, were forced to evacuate, water streaming from their hair and clothes as they dashed for shelter, running through rain, so heavy, it was like a waterfall. Captain Fitzclarence, among the last to cross the now boiling river waters, nearly drowned when he slipped and fell, and had to be hauled out by a few of his brave men.

The market square turned into a lake, the streets became rivers and the bomb shelters and trenches filled to the brim with water. There was no risk of the Boers taking advantage of the chaos as their situation was even worse, having no place to shelter from the cloudburst.

Richard informed Robert that this sort of weather was not unusual in this part of the world and the storms usually passed within a couple of hours. His prediction proved to be correct and by 5p.m. the rain had petered out.

B.P.’s staff at headquarters quickly rose to this new challenge, and by 7p.m. dry clothing had been handed out to those people who had no changes and brandy and quinine served to the men defending the trenches. The women and children were fetched by wagon from the laager and provided with blankets as needed.”

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The report was no sugar letter. Its message was clear; devoid of any chocolate coating. The shadowy shape on the sonar was a tumour. It was wrapped around the main artery in William’s stomach making effective surgical removal difficult.

“I’ll remove as much of it as possible,” Dr McDonald said, “the piece left behind should shrivel up and disappear.”

He looked at the parents sitting across from him, their faces white and troubled. “The piece I remove will be biopsied.”

“I’ll donate my blood if it’s ever needed. We are a match.” It was all he had to offer.

Written for Charli Mills’ 99-word flash fiction challenge.

February 13, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes a sugar report. Use its original meaning of a letter from a sweetheart to a soldier, or invent a new use for it. Go where the prompt leads!

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Amazon says

The Magisters is a science fiction story with a difference. Apart from chronicling the ultimate change of life for a select few individuals, it questions all accepted ideas by closeminded academics that leave no room for alternative thinking by some among their number. It is also about a woman born ten years after the Romans left Britannia forever and a man born in the twentieth century. Add to that everything that is currently environmentally wrong with our planet today, and you have all the necessary ingredients for an enthralling tale. Now read on…

My review

This is a quick and highly entertaining read about a few selected people from throughout history (Magisters) who are chosen by an ancient extra terrestrial to help him maintain certain historical monuments. The alien comes from an advanced race on another planet who have damaged their own home environment and the historical monuments guarded by the Magisters have a historical usage by this alien race that is very different from what modern man believes.

When a new comer, who has the power to restore these ancient monuments to their formal glory through his focused thoughts, finally joins the Magisters it enables their leader to re-establish his communication with his compatriots on his home planet. Using the Magisters collective powers, the leader is able to repair his space ships and travel back to his home planet as well as travelling around the earth world.

There is a bit of a romance slipped in which complements the main story nicely and makes two of the main Magister characters more human and believable.

Naturally, the scientists and politicians on earth notice the dramatic restoration of the seven historical monuments and question how this has occurred. How the leader and the Magisters deal with this curiosity and also with humanities determination to damage their planet home can be discovered by reading this fascinating novella.

Purchase The Magisters: Book One

Welcome to this week’s Open Book Blog Hop.  The topic today is:

‘Would you like to be a bestseller or have a smaller, more manageable following?’

The short answer to this question is yes. Of course I would like to be a bestseller, that would be immensely gratifying as writing a book is jolly hard work. When the horror anthology, Nightmareland, edited by Dan Alatorre, in which I have three short stories went to number 1 in its category on Amazon twice, I was very delighted. It is nice to think that people are interested in your book and are buying it.

I said to my mother this morning that maybe A Ghost and his Gold will be my last book. It is currently at 75 000 words and I have about another 10 000 to go maybe more. There are a couple of controversial events that I excluded initially, but I am going back to include them as I want to present as realistic a picture of the events of the Second Anglo Boer War or South African War as is reasonably possible. This book isn’t all historical events. There is a strong paranormal element which binds the whole story together and that is why the title is appropriate. This book is The Red Badge of Courage meets The Shining [in my imagination in any event – smile].

My mother reassures me that I will write another book because she says writing is a challenge for me and I will get impossibly bored if I don’t write. She may be right; time will tell. I also depends on what ideas for stories I have.

Anyhow, back to the question at hand. I would like to be a best seller, but [here it comes] only on my own quirky terms. I do not believe I could write to a formula or to a publishers specifications and, as a result, I am not sure if I can ever be a modern bestselling author. I write for my personal pleasure as well as in the hope that other people will enjoy my books and short stories. Being happy with the content of my books is important to me and I would not want to relinquish control over my content.

Anyhow, the question is currently hypothetical so I will just carry on as I am and hope for the best.

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The following week, Papa and Uncle Willem had visited the general store in the local town. They had returned with exciting news.

“Our officers held a war council meeting at Balmoral recently. They have adopted an entirely new military tactic. We will no longer be employing defensive or passive tactics but will be employing a new strategy of attacking the Khakis as frequently as possible and, in particular, attempting to obstruct their communication routes.”

“How will that work practically,” asks Marta.

“The Burghers will be divided up into small groups which will all act independently of each other. The aim is that the Khakis will have to divide their own forces up and this will make them more vulnerable to our attacks,” says Willem, waving his arms around in excitement.

“In addition to the Burghers under General Botha, another four commandos are being re-organised including our Potchefstroom Commando,” says Papa.Later that evening, Estelle goes to the kitchen to get a cup of water. She can hear the adults talking in the voorkamer.

“You have a hard choice to make, Willem,” Papa says. “You can accept Lord Roberts offer and surrender your weapons. His words could be sincere, and you might get to keep your farm and your livestock. The alternative is that you go to the Potchefstroom district and join up with the Burghers there. This option is risky as if the new military strategy fails, you will be branded by the Khakis as a rebel and punished accordingly.”

“What are you going to do, Pieter?” Uncle Willem asks plaintively. “You are faced with the same choice.”

“Not really, Willem. My farm is already lost to me. My livestock is here, but I have no land and no home,” the bitterness in Papa’s voice shocks Estelle, as she stands in the kitchen, her bare feet slowly turning to ice.

“I can’t believe we are having his conversation, Willem.” Aunt Sannie’s voice cracks like a whip and her words drip with disgust. “The strength of our army in the field must be preserved,” she continues. “If you two aren’t prepared to return to your commando, then Marta and I will have to take your places. Someone has to fight for the volk. We won’t stand by and let you two cowards undermine our hopes for a free Afrikaner nation.”

Estelle is shocked at Aunt Sannie’s frank and disrespectful comments about Papa and Uncle Willem. Papa is not a coward, his is the bravest person I know.

“You are shirking your duty towards your country, Willem, and I am ashamed of you,” she states coldly.

Estelle knows her mother is also keen for Papa to return to the war and that is the correct way for her to feel, but she isn’t as unpleasant about it as Aunt Sannie.

“Don’t be silly, Sannie,” Uncle Willem says. “Of course, Pieter and I plan to return to the fight. We needed to know what was happening first, that’s all. We didn’t even know where to join our commando before today.”

“I’m glad to hear this ridiculous discussion is finished then,” says Aunt Sannie. “Would anyone like some more coffee?”

Estelle slips away quickly before she is caught eavesdropping on the adult’s conversation.

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Estelle hears a dry rustling noise in the patch of tall grass and wild daisies near their camp. She looks in the direction of the noise and sees two green lights shining in the dark, near to the ground. Her blood turns to ice and her hair seems to physically stand on end.

“Look, Papa, look,” she screams.

Papa grabs his Mauser and aims it at the eyes, ready to fire. The eyes stop moving forward. They stay still in the dark, looking at them.

Is it a hyena?

Nothing moves in the vast stillness of the African night.

Written for the Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge hosted by Charli Mills. You can join in here: https://carrotranch.com/2020/02/06/february-6-flash-fiction-challenge/