excreble gangplank walker

I decided on my gangplank candidate. 

It's the execrable Tory candidate for my newly re-arranged constituency. I wanted to give each candidate chance - to check their spiel and so on. This person was unbelievable. Their case is spread over more individual Conservative leaflets than I have received in the preceding few years. It begins with a cheap shot at the Labour Party using a dumbed down punk poster campaign. Personally I think it should have been ruled out on the ground of misrepresentation, using slogans about Starmer and Reform with a sheepish nod to the conservatives in the second side small print. I don't have a copy, because I'm in London at the moment.

Then there is the main write-up, which continually refers to the electorate as 'People like you' a hark-back to the herd language of the COVID-era.

Oh yes and don't get me started on the bad use of grammar and spelling in his section about literacy.

A resounding 'no' from me as well as a complaint to be filed. The candidate last stood in an entirely different part of the country; defeated.

Thoughts for another post...The fact vacuum is full of lies.

Who for the gangplank?

I realise I'd omitted the speedboat from  the last post.  It's the pointy one in the picture above. 

Here's a movie of the gangplank. Cue Duran Duran.

Music videos were different in those days. Pink, with much custard and a saxaphone solo.

Out of it

We've been out of it for the last couple of weeks. Missing the 'section lies and that football thing. The configuration is room, balcony, pool, bar, beach, sea. 

And repeat. Although 36 Celsius makes it too tempting to simply stop at 'pool'.

unused secret cover

This was the one that got away. Spot the difference.

Layers, eh?

Click to view in Amazon!

Covered It

Now I'm also creating a few collections from my novels. I've always done this, but it;s never as simple as just binding three books together. The main issue is that the 'gutter' in the middle of the book needs to be larger when there are more pages. 

The thing I usually forget? To ensure that the page size I'm using is the same in Word, Photoshop and In Design. Otherwise it's almost impossible to get things to align.

Mysteriously this doesn't seem to happen on smaller novels of say 250-300 pages.

The other factor is the choice of cover art. If I open it to mr ARC-readers, they will inevitably pick two different covers. It happened with Artificial, one of the Christina Nott books and now with Secrets. I've rationalised it by having an International cover and a U.S. specific one. 

As if.

I've decided to re-vamp some of my novels. New cover art and so-on. It will be good to see whether it has any effect on sales. I've decided to do this process piecemeal and so the first few that I've completed are the latest of my novels. Occasionally I stumble into an older one, like the above political thriller, which seems to feature an incompetent government. As if.

Gamester

 Caravaggio's gambler still has cards to play, unaware that Holbein has another scenario in which a gamester is comprehensively seized.

Yet, sadly, playing blind against an unprincipled mobster can lead to any outcome.

pew-pew-pew

An advert (below) today, inserted into my information stream. I guess it's been generated by Artificial Intelligence. I usually use a VPN and other ad filtering measures, but this time I was in a hotel. I can remember that the same 'intelligent; advert systems also placed me in impossible locations.

Oh Well.

Dark : Approaching completion

Volume Three of my latest novel in the series is now almost complete. The sequence goes Cosy, Church, Dark. Early feedback on this part is well, that it is dark.

I've still to get it ISBN'd and published, but at least I have the cover art. It will be about 270 pages when it's ready.

blue submarine splash down

I've been off t'internet for the last few days but return to find a distinct waterline as the latest punditry from the UK seeps in. Newsfeeds to plumbing firms are sending advertorials awash with their splash coverage. It's difficult to avoid that sinking feeling, but also to slightly marvel at the depths of a man in shrunken Henry Herbert trousers wallowing in tradition as he disappears down a party plug-hole.

Emperor's clothing

 

Oh dear. 

{Fade to red}.

It's all too much

I knew it. A hat tip to the Prisoner in that 1960's episode of Doctor Who. Jukebox {Check} Austin Powers moment {Check} Beatles royalties {nope} 

As Dangerous Bacon says:  A silent admiration for the boys in the Beatle boots Had turned me on to C,F & G