Hello and welcome to any first-time readers of 'Nev Pitty-Rose: D'Blog'. And goodbye to all those who just read the first few lines on Facebook with a shrug and a 'meh'.
So, 'Gods of the Green Moon' is now officially on sale. It's been a bit of a struggle to be honest, but only really the final few hurdles - the proofing, the formatting and the re-proofing and the re-formatting. And the re-re-proofing, re-re-formatting etc etc..
The writing of the book took from August 2013 to now, which I suppose is about a year from beginning to end, even though I actually finished it back at the end of June. That's why I haven't blogged to my army of readers for a while now (average number of readers per post = 6) I've been a bit wrapped up in my own hubris.
I would like to get more people to buy/read the book, but I genuinely don't know how. Whenever I try to learn how to use Twitter the information slides off my brain like olive oil from a hot skillet. If anyone has any tips or can teach me, one-to-one, how on earth the wretched thing works, let me know.
Better still, if someone wants to do a bit of PR on my behalf for a huge slice of the pie, then by all means please do submit yourself to my rigorous interview procedure. And by 'the pie', I actually mean 'a pie.' I will purchase a chicken and mushroom Pukka and you can have a huge slice of it. Promise. Also, by 'rigorous' I actually mean 'the job's yours if you want it'. I really must start writing what I mean up front, or these posts will pretty much be entirely explaining what I actually mean.
I'd like to share this picture with you. It's a painting of Casey Ryback and William Stranix in their younger 'black-ops' days before they fell out and Stranix tried to hijack the 'USS Missouri' and (spoiler) ended up with a knife in the top of his head. I know, it's an awesome pic, right?
I fell out with a friend once because I hijacked one of those chocolate caterpillar cakes from Tesco - but we fought in his kitchen and not in the control centre of a US Navy Battleship. I ended up stabbing the cake in the head instead and eating the lot, creepy smartie eyes and all. Damn those cakes are fake-chocolately great, and I am sure there is an apt simile to make here about the heavy artillery capabilities of a US Battleship and the heavy artillery-esque symptoms on your heart of eating a whole Tesco caterpillar cake but darned if I'm gonna do that.
OK, so I'll start updating the blog and pouring more inane bullshit into the internet again more frequently I guess. Because the internet isn't nearly full enough of inane bullshit. Fairly sure you guys are desparate to know what happened to 'The Throng.' too.
So, 'Gods of the Green Moon' is now officially on sale. It's been a bit of a struggle to be honest, but only really the final few hurdles - the proofing, the formatting and the re-proofing and the re-formatting. And the re-re-proofing, re-re-formatting etc etc..
The writing of the book took from August 2013 to now, which I suppose is about a year from beginning to end, even though I actually finished it back at the end of June. That's why I haven't blogged to my army of readers for a while now (average number of readers per post = 6) I've been a bit wrapped up in my own hubris.
I would like to get more people to buy/read the book, but I genuinely don't know how. Whenever I try to learn how to use Twitter the information slides off my brain like olive oil from a hot skillet. If anyone has any tips or can teach me, one-to-one, how on earth the wretched thing works, let me know.
Better still, if someone wants to do a bit of PR on my behalf for a huge slice of the pie, then by all means please do submit yourself to my rigorous interview procedure. And by 'the pie', I actually mean 'a pie.' I will purchase a chicken and mushroom Pukka and you can have a huge slice of it. Promise. Also, by 'rigorous' I actually mean 'the job's yours if you want it'. I really must start writing what I mean up front, or these posts will pretty much be entirely explaining what I actually mean.
I'd like to share this picture with you. It's a painting of Casey Ryback and William Stranix in their younger 'black-ops' days before they fell out and Stranix tried to hijack the 'USS Missouri' and (spoiler) ended up with a knife in the top of his head. I know, it's an awesome pic, right?
I fell out with a friend once because I hijacked one of those chocolate caterpillar cakes from Tesco - but we fought in his kitchen and not in the control centre of a US Navy Battleship. I ended up stabbing the cake in the head instead and eating the lot, creepy smartie eyes and all. Damn those cakes are fake-chocolately great, and I am sure there is an apt simile to make here about the heavy artillery capabilities of a US Battleship and the heavy artillery-esque symptoms on your heart of eating a whole Tesco caterpillar cake but darned if I'm gonna do that.
OK, so I'll start updating the blog and pouring more inane bullshit into the internet again more frequently I guess. Because the internet isn't nearly full enough of inane bullshit. Fairly sure you guys are desparate to know what happened to 'The Throng.' too.
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