Manking

A Manking Wordle

I penned a poem a couple of days ago and called it ‘Manking’. I recorded it, too. Here follows the poem, and the recording. Also, above and below, are wordles of it.

What does it mean? Everything or nothing; a lot or a little, or, whatever you want it to. I’m not a poet by any stretch of the imagination, but I like words and the way they sound.

So here it is:

Manking

Manking the language
Unscruttled of note
Suggestions of byhorn
Mal-niddleums throat
For the bird farlorn screama
Ain’t yardlorn de-greem
As the young sibdorn
Polishes the groat.

Here is another wordle:

Another Manking wordle

And here is a link to the audio.

Manking

I hope you enjoy! 🙂

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Midnight Dude print version released.

Midnight Dude book cover

The print version of Midnight Dude has been released today. It’s taken a while and more than one proof to get it right, but finally it’s on sale.

Eighteen great gay-themed tales from a bunch of very talented authors. I’m proud to have been involved.

The cover price is $17.95 from Amazon, but until the 1st December if you’re in the U.S.A. or Canada you can get it for $12.00, or if you’re in the U.K., £11.10. Both prices include delivery.

Get it HERE

You can also get the eBook there, too.

Meh.

It’s not looking good. Day ten and I should be around 17,000 words when I’m at 3,721.  Still, there is time. Time to recover – if I don’t bother working… or breathing… or – you get the drift.

Here, to add to my utter shame (wail at the self flagellation) is another view.

Either I will or I won’t. As I write I’m not that bothered, though I am well aware I can’t leave it a lot longer if I’m to get my mojo on. What the hell is mojo, anyway?

That time of year again

We’re fast approaching November, when, muse willing (or not), I shirk all responsibilty and think about not a lot else than writing 50,000 words.

It’s NaNoWriMo 2011!

The idea is to write a 50,000 word novel in a month. I know that 50,000 words actually constitutes a novella but, honestly, that’s splitting hairs. It’s all designed to get your inner Enid Blyton out – or Tom Sharpe, or J.K.Rowling, or whoever you have lurking in there.

Join in – you know you want to!

Wordle – neat! The world – sad.

A wordled 'Spring of Teal'

I’ve been very remiss with my post an image a day idea – though I might, if I ever stump up the inclination, go back and insert entries for the missing days … or not.

Anyway, yesterday I discovered a neat website called Wordle. Wordle has been around for a while and though I’m not early to their bandwagon I have to admit I’ve fallen in lust with it! It’s so much fun and so time wasteful – how could I not? The image above is the Wordlefied lyrics to a song called ‘Spring of Teal’ Try it. Go on, you know you want to!

In other news … the powers that be are now heavily interfering in yet another oil rich Middle Eastern country. Not that I think Gadaffi, who admittedly has a very interesting personal image, should be in charge. It’s just that we’re all broke and need the money at home. Besides, if my tax pounds are going anywhere overseas I’d like to see them helping the really needy, and not spent on bombs for the benefit of  multinationals who are overcharging me to gas up my rusty, though beautiful, Citroen Berlingo [snort].

Japan seems to have fallen off the radar, somewhat. Not that we’re completely unaware – how could we be with radioactive iodine now present in the air we’re breathing? However, gawping at truly appalling footage for a couple of weeks has almost completely inured us to their continuing misery.

Cynical and jaded I might well be, but I can’t think of what I should be doing to help. Frankly, if I don’t win the lottery PDQ I’ll be camped out in the local village hall, too.

The only recent bright spot was the first race of the Formula One season, last weekend, and even that didn’t live up to my expectations. That the seven times world champion, Michael Schumacher, is now looking well past it – at 42 – is really, really depressing. [sigh]