Entering the Blogosfear

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So nobody is paying much attention to my blog pages/posts.

This in spite of the elegant prose in the first two offerings!  It’s enough to make a writer hang up her quill pen.

However it’s glaringly obvious even to an old dinosaur such as I that no-one’s going to come in here if I don’t.  So how to make myself Blog? How to attract interest in the wonderful world of Skorn?

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Well here’s a nice picture of my cat, that seems to help on most sites.  There’ll be a cat in one of the most dramatic events in Shadows of the Trees when it comes out, but this is really reaching.

Why can I write anything except, it seems, Blogposts?  You should see my to-do lists, they’re outstanding.

Heck, it’s coffee-time – hope there’s loads of advice when I come back.

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    1. No problem. If you’re interested in becoming a DKC tour host, just ask. They host a variety of books in many different sub-genres though their roots are in fantasy.

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  2. From “Shadows of the trees” – a work in progress by me and Alistair McGechie:

    “My father says I’m not to play with you, you’re a dirty fatherless foreign brat!”
    Kor-Sen, a skinny eight-year-old, was pinned by both arms against a crumbling mudbrick wall, held by two large henchmen of the plump, well-dressed speaker. For months he had been trailing after the other boys – young girls did not play in the streets of Sen-Mar – and had been allowed to join in their games from time to time. He would be allowed to make up a team if they were one short of a side for the eternally popular pastime of pursuing an inflated goat-bladder up and down the twisting streets. He might be allowed to carry something particularly heavy for one of the wealthier boys. One of them might now and then grant him a sweetmeat or a sip of sherbet from their purchases when they decided to impress the poorer children by spending their own money – bronze or even silver coins – at the market stalls. He was usually the one left behind to take the blame when the rush and tumble of their games caused the collapse of a stall or the scattering of some household’s washing, and in this way he acquired many bruises. Yet until this day he had been happy. Until this day when the two big boys, poor and dirty boys like himself, had suddenly grabbed him on the orders of Sal-Mor, fat and oily Sal-Mor whose father owned half the weaving sheds in the artisans quarter, and whose rents gave a sorry double meaning to the word ‘fleece’.
    Fatherless. While Kor-Sen was struggling with this word, Sal-Mor grabbed him by both ears, twisting and pinching, dragging his head up so that the bright sun blazed into his eyes. “My father says it is time we let you know your place, little brat, and that you should not think yourself equal to decent women’s sons.”
    Kor-Sen wriggled; the other two boys were squeezing his arms unmercifully, and now Sal-Mor let go of his ears, only to amuse himself by tweaking Kor-Sen’s nose. “Back to the gutter for you, little brat. Back to the dirty gutter where you and your dirty mother belong.”
    With one enormous heave Kor-Sen broke free of his captors, and leapt forward screaming. Sal-Mor’s eyes grew round with fear in his round greasy face, and he tried to move backwards. Kor-Sen was too fast for him, and flattened his plump nose with one furious punch. Bright red blood flowed across the rich boy’s elegant robes and he sprawled in the mud of the gutter to which he was so eager to consign Kor-Sen. “Get him!” Sal-Mor howled.
    Kor-Sen vanished like a shadow, lost in the alleyways of the city before the pair had time to think of catching him. He ran and ran until he came out to the place of the tombs, the quiet avenues of the dead that lay on the edge of the city. Here he flung himself to the ground and sobbed and sobbed until he had no tears left. Exhausted at last, the child fell asleep, and woke to find that night was drawing near – the brief dusk of IssKor was deepening around the tombs.

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    1. Wow, that’s really good. Excerpts like that should help with maybe a picture symbolising it? Apparently putting a picture in a post gives it 50% more views.

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      1. Thank you! Yes, I guess I can’t keep posting pictures of the cat – hmm, must think about that as we have no illustrations as such.

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      2. I generally don’t either apart from pictures in my poetry book and a few pictures for my characters.

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  3. Excerpts are always good. A line or two from a work in progress? Don’t give up. Participating in blog tours seems to boost my blog’s views.

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    1. Sounds wonderful how do you participate in those – the concept of ‘blog tours’ is new to me. Something else for the to do list!

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