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Hypocrisy, Truth and Lies #repealthe8th

It is a beautiful, sunny day, and today the people of Ireland are making history yet again by voting on changes to the constitution. Times change, society changes, people change, the world changes, and sometimes the legislation which governs us must change to accommodate that. The people of Ireland are not afraid; they’ve done it before, and I hope they will do it again.

What does it mean? Very simply, it means abortion could be legalised in Ireland. Most people would agree that abortion is a double-edged sword; no one wants to kill an unborn child. In Ireland, there will be strict controls so that the system cannot be abused, and abortions will only take place during the first twelve weeks.

The debate still rages over whether life starts at conception, or later. And until now, the right to life of the unborn child has been prioritised over the health of the mother, to the extent that women have been allowed to die rather than provide medical intervention which might compromise the life of the baby. Read More

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Excitement overload! I just found out I’ve been short-listed in the Arts and Culture category of The Littlewoods Ireland Bloggers Awards 2016! To say I am delighted is an understatement! You can tell just by the number of… Read More

I am delighted to have made the Littlewoods Ireland Blog Awards 2016 Long-List in two categories; Arts and Culture, and Books and Literature. If the judges consider me worthy of short-listing, the winners will be chosen by public… Read More

Two lonely figures made their way cautiously up the loooong winding drive.

“Could do with some lights. It’s pitch black around here,” complained Hugh, looking nervously over his shoulder and walking headlong into a gold plated lamppost.

“Ouch!” He rubbed his tender hooter.

“Matches his dark soul,” replied Ali. “You OK?”

“I’b fide.”

“What?”

“I said… oh, forget it.”

The mansion reared up like a forbidding dark shadow ahead of them.

“How does anyone afford a palace like this in the middle of London unless it’s through ill-gotten gains?”

“He was a solicitor in the 80s. Of course it’s through ill-gotten gains!”

“Well he’s obviously trying to save money on his leccy bill then,” said Hugh, stubbing his toe on the diamond studded kerb.

“Look, we’re here now. Ring the bell.”

“No, you ring the bell.”

“Fine.” Read More

You’ve all been asking for it… and now you’re gonna get it! The Bloggers Bash Agenda, that is. I can’t believe that it’s already nearly a year since the very first Bloggers Bash. When Sacha, Geoffle, Hugh and I sat down to our first Google Hangout to discuss Bloggers Bash 2016, it seemed ridiculous to even contemplate it so soon after the first one, yet here we are, only 16… yes, SIXTEEN days to go, and I can honestly say the time has flown by.

We are really looking forward to seeing all our old friends from last year again, and meeting all our new ones too. It’s an extraordinary experience meeting a blogger for the first time when you have known each other for ages on WordPress. I’m so excited! Read More

Have T-Shirt, Will Travel #BloggersBash2016 Here I come!

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I may have a strangely deformed arm and messy hair, but just look at that GREAT T-SHIRT!

Can anyone guess where I’m going? I just got my super-duper, brand spanking new #Bloggersbash tee-shirt, and I’m so excited, because the moment I put it on, it suddenly felt REAL! The Bloggers Bash is really happening, people, and it’s less than two and a half months away. It’s already nearly a year since the last one. This year, it’s going to be bigger and better than ever. Watch out, London, here we come!


www.cavantees.ieI’d like to say a very special thank you to George and Margy of Cavan Tees for printing my lovely Bloggers Bash Tee-shirt… you all want one of your own now, don’t you? Make sure to stop by their blog; not only do they print and sell tee-shirts, but they feature the most beautiful photography of our beloved Co Cavan too.


ABBA 2016

If you want to know more about the Bloggers Bash, have a look at Sacha’s Blog.

And get ready, bloggers, it’s very nearly time to begin the vote for the ABBA’s

If you want your very own Bloggers Bash Tee-shirt, you can get shirty with Geoff.

SATURDAY 11TH JUNE 2016 – See you there!

Have you confirmed your attendance yet? Places are filling up fast. Email us on

Annualbloggersbash(AT)yahoo(DOT)co(DOT)uk

Smorgasbord Easter Egg Hunt – Bloggers who are ‘Jolly good eggs’

Sally’s basket of ‘Jolly Good Easter Eggs’… Looks like a good one to me, and better for you than chocolate! Check it out! 😁🐰🐣🍫😄

The Friday Fiction with C.S. Boyack

The Friday Fiction with CS Boyack and his New Book, The Playground. www.aliisaacstoryteller.com

The Friday Fiction with CS Boyack and his New Book, The Playground.
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I am delighted to welcome back my old blogging friend and author Craig Boyack! Craig has just released his latest book, The Playgroundand you can read an extract right here. So without further ado, let’s all go and have some fun at The Playground


the blurb

The hottest toys of the Christmas Season are the Playground Network dolls. They contain a worldwide social network for children. Except, the network is controlled by a ruthless businessman with dreams of power.

To reach his goals he turns to the occult. Will our children make up his personal army? Could we have an enemy soldier in every home?

Gina Greybill is a cancer survivor who stumbles into her own brush with the paranormal. She wants nothing to do with it, but may be the only one who can bring down the Playground Network. To do it she’ll have to embrace her new situation, and recover the next generation of Playground software.

There is competition for the software in the form of a brutal thug named Clovis. He’s bigger, more ruthless, and more experienced. To top it all off, he has a head start.

The Playground is suitable for more mature readers, due to violence and mature themes.


the excerpt

Gina has been shoved into the front lines in the battle between good and evil. She’s trying to adapt, and her first task is to clear her property of evil creatures. She and her mentor, Gupta, are just about finished with the job…

Gina scooped up her gun and trotted behind.

They listened halfway to the street. “Still moving.”

At the front gate she listened again. “It’s outside, but coming down our street. Sounds like it’s singing ‘Bye Baby Bunting.'”

Gupta lowered his goggles and looked through the gate. “It looks like the binky thief.”

She stuck her head between the bars. The creature was brick red with skinny limbs and a pot belly. Its bulbous head stood on a skinny neck that looked like it would break under the strain. He wore an old felt witches hat in the same brick color. He carried a patchwork old sack over his shoulder. “God, it’s hideous. Do we shoot it too?”

“No. He’s one of the Fae.”

“I thought fairies were supposed to be pretty.”

“They are extremely beautiful, or extremely ugly. Binky is one of the lesser Fae. He is not a favorite at court, and they gave him this job to keep him away.”

“What job?”

“Pacifiers. When it’s time for an infant to give it up, Binky’s job is to take it away.” He brushed the snow from his rump. “Let’s get inside and talk about it. I’ve had enough snow for one night.”

Gina hung her blunderbuss over the library fireplace and flopped in one of the chairs. Gupta shoved some wood on the fire and poked at the coals. “I think a brandy is in order. You?”

“Yes, please.” When she looked toward the silk hangings, the brim of her hat hit the chair back. She sat it on the end table and put her feet on the ottoman. Gupta handed her a snifter of brandy, and she savored its scent.

Gupta slid his chair so he could look at her. “The despair worm is a heavy hitter among the evils of the world. It chose me over you. I need to meditate upon this.”

“Pffft. You were probably just closer. It was a snake.”

“No. It was a despair worm. It chose me, because I have regrets. I was supposed to become the host. I was delayed when the child jumped from the bridge, and now you’re stuck with my responsibilities.”

“But it failed, enjoy your drink.”

“Had it gotten me, I would have had to leave. I wouldn’t want to leave, and you know no better. I would have subverted everything you tried to accomplish.”

“But it didn’t. I have to face some facts, and I’m trying. You have to face some facts too.”

“You need to learn more. If something gets me, you need to know how to identify it, and how to cure it, if it’s even possible. You need to know when I’m under the influence of something and lying to you. Check me with the lantern, right now.”

She sat her drink down and grabbed the lantern off the coffee table. It lit upon her touch, and she waved it across his body. “Same old Gupta. No damage.” She sat it down and asked, “Happy?”

“Yes, thank you. Are you happy?”

She leaned forward once more. “No, now that you mention it. Tomorrow we need to get me a coat. You still need to replace your shoes.” She picked up the ear trumpet and tossed it to him. “And this thing is absurd. You’re handy, put some earbuds on it or something. I can’t walk around with that stuck in my ear.”

“Got it. Shopping and earphones.” He raised his snifter toward her. “Good job tonight.”

“Thanks.”


craig’s books

 


about craig

I was born in a town called Elko, Nevada. I like to tell everyone I was born in a small town in the 1940s. I’m not quite that old, but Elko has always been a little behind the times. This gives me a unique perspective of earlier times, and other ways of getting by. Some of this bleeds through into my fiction.

I moved to Idaho right after the turn of the century, and never looked back. My writing career was born here, with access to other writers and critique groups I jumped in with both feet.

I like to write about things that have something unusual. My works are in the realm of science fiction, paranormal, and fantasy. The goal is to entertain you for a few hours. I hope you enjoy the ride.

Craig


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Check out my novels here: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00ILXBXUY

 

Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Week 16 – “Calm”

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Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Week 16 – “Calm”
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This is the first time I have taken part in Hugh’s Photo Challenge, but as soon as I read his post on this week’s challenge, this image popped into my head.

Lough Ramor is a huge lake just five minutes drive from where I live. I used to go there often for a walk with Indi, my dog. In my early years of writing, being there always solved my writer’s block, and it’s so serene, it always calms me, whatever turmoil has gripped me. Walking beside water, or even floating on it, be it river, lake or ocean is always so relaxing.

I took this picture quite some years ago on my first ever Samsung Galaxy-S phone, and was amazed at how it turned out. Since then, I have always had a Samsung Galaxy, and the camera has got better and better.

Lough Ramor (in Irish, Loch Ramhar) is a large natural lake of 741 hectares situated near Virginia, County Cavan.  In 2011, it was designated as a Special Protection Area (SPA) by the EC under the Natura 2000 wildlife habitat conservation programme.

According to mythology, Lough Ramor was named after an ancient chieftain called Cenal Muinreamhair, which means ‘fat neck’; although this sounds somewhat insulting, it actually refers to his bulk of muscle and great strength!

Here are some more images of Lough Ramor, all of them suggesting ‘calm’.

Want to join the fun? Here’s what you need to do.

1. Take or choose a photo that you’ve taken that for you denotes, calm.
2. Create a new post on your blog entitled “Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Week 16 – “Calm”
3. Add the photo(s) you have taken to the post and tell us a little about what you are showing.
4. Create a pingback to Hugh’s post or leave a link to your post in the comments section of his post (not mine!) so that other participants can view your post.

Bloggers Bash Myth 2016: Part 1- Behind the Scenes

BB2016: Behind the Scenes... www.aliisaacstoryteller.com

BB2016: Behind the Scenes…
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“What d’you think?” asked Geoffle, turning away from the mirror. “Purple or pink?”
The Black Witch eyed his rainbow beard, reaching for her tinted flying goggles. “Jesus, Geoffle, purple is good, but neon dayglow is so 1980s.”
Geoffle grinned. “I know. Best decade of my life.”
Sacha sniffed. “I wasn’t even born then.” She brushed her perfectly manicured purple talons gently across the surface of her beloved airship. “Is that gonna hold? I mean, elastoplast is great for holding skin together, but airships?”
“It’ll hold,” said Geoffle with confidence, cringing at the sight. “Skin is skin, after all. Might I suggest you keep your claws… I mean nails away from it, though, just in case.”
“It was sabotage,” she replied, gazing at him with her deep, dark eyes. “You know that, don’t you?”
“How can you be sure? Maybe you’re just over reacting.”
Sacha reached into her amulet, and pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment which she thrust at him. “Read this,” she demanded.
Geoffle’s eyes quickly scanned the document, then looked over the top of it at her. “BOOB?”
“Exactly.” She raised one perfectly waxed brow. “It’s all over the ’net. And that’s not all. Have you seen this?” She handed him another sheet.
“The Truth App?” Geoffle spat. “What twaddle.”
Sacha’s other brow rose in line with the first. “But is it, though? Look who wrote it.”
Geoffle gasped. “Hugh.”
Sacha nodded grimly. “What’s he playing at? Is he the saboteur?”
“Could be. I mean, whoever it is has an awful lot of information about the ABBA’s. Most likely it’s an inside job.”
Sacha shook her head in despair. “I can’t believe he’s betrayed us like that. Why?”
“Maybe he wants your job. Maybe he’s jealous of your popularity.”
Sacha snorted. “I doubt that. He’s got a proper army of crazy-in-love blog followers.”
“Exactly. And they’ll do anything for him. It’s like he has them under a spell or something.”
Sacha’s face darkened. “Spell. What kind of spell? No one casts spells around here but me.”
“I’ve never trusted people who are so nice. How is it possible to be so nice all the time? He’s hiding something, I’m telling you.”
“Yeah, like a dark soul.” She shook her head sadly. “I can’t believe it.”
“Well we mustn’t jump to any conclusions. It might not be him.”
Both Sacha’s brows ratcheted up a notch in unison. “Surely you don’t suspect Ali?”
“Why not? She is Irish, after all.”
“What’s that got to do with it?”
“Well, they appear to be friendly enough, don’t they? But they’re a war-like people. They killed each other over a bunch of cattle, remember? And not just once, either. She didn’t win an award last year. What might she be willing to do to get her hands on an ABBA award?”
Sacha sucked in her breath. “I’ve just thought of something. Ali and Hugh came joint 4th for an award last year. What if they’re disgruntled? What if they’re in cahoots?”
Geoffle shook his head. “Nah, it’s Wales he moved to, not Cahoots. And she’s across the channel. I’d say we’re safe.”
“For now, maybe. We’ll have to cancel. We can’t risk holding the Bash under these circumstances. Who knows what might happen?”
“Let’s not jump to any hasty decisions. And let’s not bow to the pressure. That could be just what they want. Then they’ll swoop in and set up their own awards, and the ABBA’s will be gone forever. Is that what you want?”
“Of course not. The show must go on.”
Geoffle smiled a wicked smile. “Indeed. Let’s make it bigger and better than ever. And if Hugh and Ali are up to something, let’s set the bait and flush ‘em out. Let’s call their bluff.”
“Yeah,” Sacha’s eyes blazed with triumph. “Today London, tomorrow the world! One day, the Bloggers Bash is gonna be bigger than a Kardashian backside, just wait and see.”
“Yeah. I hope we’re wrong about them,” he said. Sacha laid her hand on his arm. “Thanks, Geoffle. To think I once suspected you. You’ve been my rock.”
Geoffle smiled. “That’s all water under the bridge. So. What do you say to taking your new and improved airship up for a test drive, and check out some locations for the venue?”
“Why not? I was thinking Timbuctoo this year,” smiled Sacha enthusiastically. “Or Outer Mongolia. Give all those lovely friendly foreign bloggers a chance to meet me. What do you reckon?”

TO BE CONTINUED…


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Review: Conor Kelly and the Lost Treasure of Eirean

I’m very happy, because I just read this…
Thank you, Diana! 😙

Myths of the Mirror

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If you’ve read my bio, you know that it was Tolkien’s fantasy worlds that awakened my love of reading. It doesn’t surprise me that fantasy taps out on my laptop or lines my bookshelves. Now, with a grandson, I’m eager for him to experience that same spark. I want to awaken in him a love of fantasy. I have to wait a few years, but I found just the book.

61Y87-+53gL._UX250_If anyone follows Ali Isaac’s blog, you’ll know she’s the Guardian of Irish Mythology. In all likelihood, you’ve already discovered a magical portal into the world of Irish lore. She writes in such a way that my permeable boundary between what’s historical and fantastical further blurs; I’m swept up in the magical reality of old races and parallel worlds. Why not?

While on vacation, I read Isaac’s fabulous book:Conor Kelly and the Lost…

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