The champagne smashed into the bow. A vessel riveted together with 104,000 words slipped away to begin its life away from me. Even the Queen was in tears but only because of the onion in her after-party Cheddar sandwich. What do you mean Fake News? You just don’t believe I’d give Her Majesty a cheese sandwich do you?
Much of history is the concoction and revelation of fake news. The English Popish Plot of 1678, the arson of the Reichstag in 1933 and the 2011 European Union ruling on straight bananas spring to my mind. Not only was much of these stories untrue, they were also influential. And there my friends is where Love Bleed Blue offers its tiny voice in the debate. The above video features my police consultant, the English poet Oscar Sparrow. He seems plausible enough to me! He’s what I call a deadpan of mass deception.
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Emma Thinx: Walk towards the light, don’t throw a shadow on the future.
It’s invitations across the nations. The great novel sits on its slipway. I’ve been out greasing the rails. Odd rough looking types are wandering about with sledge hammers – They’re either the guys who knock out the last wedges or Amazon one star trolls. We’ll soon know.
Please please be there to win prizes, hold my digital digits, shore up the crumbling Leggo castle of my ego or even burrow down into the creative process to know why the hell writers put themselves through this angst.
Dear friends, lusty patriots of imagination land, refined intellectuals, decadent lovers of romantic frenzies and lacy suspenders of disbelief – you are welcomed to my hot hearth for this historic moment. The book is an oversexed duck-billed platypus thrashing in a golden Jacuzzi of satirical minestrone. There’s something for everyone. Well, maybe not quite everyone….I don’t like the look of a couple of those sledge hammer guys.
The book business loves handcuffs – and not just in shades of grey. There are colonies of different genres with all kinds and creeds and orthodoxies. I can understand this. I’d be pretty surprised if I opened a can of Walmart Tuna to find it stuffed with caviar. But for sure – I’d survive somehow as long as I had some fizzio therapy vino in the house to help me swallow my consternation. I’ve always spilled outside the genre corset, mainly because of sex. I’ve just got to put some in – well rather a lot actually.
I came across Nicky Wells a few years ago now. She’s a trouper and just the kind of girl who’d give you caviar rather than tuna. At the time she was singing a rock song from one of her books to a live audience. She’s just got a new book out and here’s my review.
Well, I sat down to read a few pages and ended up putting it down finished at 2 o’clock this morning. I’ve never been sure what genre of book I go for and this story suited me because it’s an action suspense romance thriller. What hooked me in was that right from the start I cared about the characters. The tension is well maintained and there’s a bit in a ventilation shaft that had my palms sweating. There’s a strong love story and of course a mystery to solve with an evil villain and an East End market barrow load of red herrings. The writing style is easy to read as the story romps along. I won’t add any plot spoilers but there’s a sexy girl and a well hunky hero. It’s also a modern tale with clearly some research done into computer hacking and the world of data storage. It’s a glass of wine story – once you’ve started, you’ve got to finish it.
Ditch the genre corset and spread out with a good story.