Brave Monty Mouse and the Damsel in Distress

Collecting seeds in the forest on a much needed holiday, Monty heard a voice.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, so that I may climb the golden stair.

Well to be fair, this was the closest Monty could come to a translation because his German was almost non-existent, and the destination was a last minute deal he’d found on the internet only two days before.

Intrigued and to be honest at a bit of a loose end, he edged forward to see what was happening.

He was too late. All he saw was the back view of someone disappearing into the window of a high tower. He settled down with his phrase book, nibbled on some snacks and enjoyed the sunshine.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, so that I may climb the golden stair.

Monty woke with a start. How long had he been sleeping? It was dark now but the  tower was clearly  visible in the moonlight. Moving into the shadows, he edged his way closer, and stood up on his hind legs. A stunningly beautiful girl appeared at the window, shook out her long golden braid and a young chap shinned up the gleaming tresses and disappeared from view. Monty did a quick circuit of the tower but couldn’t find an obvious entrance. He headed back to his lodgings and thought he would have another go in the morning.

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For Fellow Writers

I notice that there are several writers on this site, some of whom might, like me, have tried to get published by conventional publishers. That process can be quite wearing and demotivating. For those who are interested, I have recently discovered a new digital publisher. So new indeed, that the site is still under development. I have put some of my stuff on it. If you are sceptical about digital publishing, as I was, note the news that Amazon in America now sells more books digitally than the paper type. Have a look at the website, which is now open to receiving material:

http://www.writersreadersdirect.com/home

(Link fixed S)

Best of luck.

An American bleat – I see his point

“I’m 63 and Im Tired”
by Robert A. Hall

I’m 63. Except for one semester in college when jobs were scarce and a six-month period when I was between jobs, but job-hunting every day, I’ve worked, hard, since I was 18. Despite some health challenges, I still put in 50-hour weeks, and haven’t called in sick in seven or eight years. I make a good salary, but I didn’t inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, there’s no retirement in sight, and I’m tired. Very tired.

I’m tired of being told that I have to “spread the wealth” to people who don’t have my work ethic. I’m tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy to earn it.

I’m tired of being told that I have to pay more taxes to “keep people in their homes.” Sure, if they lost their jobs or got sick, I’m willing to help. But if they bought McMansions at three times the price of our paid-off, $250,000 condo, on one-third of my salary, then let the left-wing Congress-critters who passed Fannie and Freddie and the Community Reinvestment Act that created the bubble help them with their own money.

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VR, a writing competition entry

VR

The practice of disguise is not an art; to believe otherwise is to fall into an error of logical thinking, to fall prey to the kind of sentimentalising followed by my good friend, Dr. John Watson, a man of otherwise robust virtues and stoutheartedness. Disguise is a tool of detection, as necessary as a magnifying glass; it is the means by which the investigator can pass unnoticed into worlds unreachable by a gentleman, the sordid worlds of poverty and crime. Continue reading “VR, a writing competition entry”

Scottish Civil War II

A wee favour to ask everybody and, of course, Boa in particular.

It’s almost a year since JW and I fell out seriously on MyT and decided to settle it with a game of ‘Battleships’.

http://my.telegraph.co.uk/jwilson/jw/11615111/Scottish_Civil_War/

Given our Jockish nature, we just cannae let it go. I’ve being doing the naked triumphalism bit (no pictures available) since then  and he’s been sulking big style. Continue reading “Scottish Civil War II”