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It’s my first time writing on my blog from my phone and I have to say, I’ve only wrote one sentence so far and I can tell it’s going to be annoying but I’d do anything for allike of you guys. But before we go any further, because of my phones cursed autocorrect, I want to apologise for any grammar mistakes because spelling errors drive me insane and I know some of you might be the same. Without further ado, let’s get on with it.

We’ve just left our home and are on our way to Dublin airport. It’s going to take us four hours but I slept all day so I’ll probably be awake all night. It’s eerily dark and I’m the only one awake on the bus at the moment. Well, the driver is too. If he wasn’t then… okay yeah that’d be quite unfortunate. Anyway, there is an ominous black sky above us and all I can hear is the sound of the engine. It’s really creeping me out.

It was so hard saying goodbye to Mike and my sister. We all ended up crying. Mum and me gave everyone a massive hug. I cried for a while as we got on the bus. Only silently though, hoping no one would notice me in the dark. Then out of nowhere ingot the giggles. Welcome to my life! As some of you may know, I hate anything to do with flying. I hate not having control over anything and just having to sit there hoping to god there isn’t a bird strike or a failing engines. Typical old me. I’m sitting across from my mum. I got my own seat! My mum is fast asleep too. Am I the only one who came up with a genius plan to stay up until five a.m. in the morning, sleep all day in order to stay up all night? Well, maybe it wasn’t such a genius plan because I was cranky all day. Oh well.

We’ve stopped at a toll bridge and I’ve never been through one on a bus. Except, the bus has stopped here for the last five minutes. I miss my family already. Hello if you’re reading this. Best family ever <3. I’m going to browse the Internet for writing competitions for a while. I’ll update you all later on. Bye for now!

~AoibhaWalsh2017

A Further Interview With Andrew Joyce & Danny The Dog

Today, we’re sitting down with the authors Andrew Joyce and Danny the Dog for a joint interview. Andrew is the author of Yellow Hair and Danny writes a monthly column to keep his legions of fans informed as to his latest adventures. So, without further ado, let’s get started.

Thank you for agreeing to do this interview.

AJ: It’s a pleasure to be here.

DtD: Me too . . . I guess.

 

Tell me a little about yourselves and your backgrounds?

AJ: I’m a writer, which surprises me greatly. For the first three years of my writing career, I never referred to myself as a writer. It was only when the royalties started coming in and I could quit my day job that I dared think of myself as such.

DtD: I’m a dog.

What book or books have had a strong influence on you and/or your writing?

AJ: The works of Louis L’Amour and Robert B. Parker.

DtD: The genius writings of Danny the Dog.

AJ: Excuse me, Aoibha, but I need to speak to Danny for a minute.

AJ: What are you doing, Danny? You don’t seem to be taking this interview seriously. You’re giving one-word answers and when asked about your favorite authors, you say “yourself”. I know all us writers think of ourselves as our favorite author, but you’re not supposed to say that out loud.

DtD: Whatever! May we continue with the inquisition?

AJ: I’m sorry, Aoibha.

 

That’s okay, Andrew. Danny and I understand one another. So let’s carry on. Going back to the beginning, what is it that got you into writing?

AJ: One morning, about six years ago, I went crazy. I got out of bed, went downstairs, and threw my TV out the window. Then I sat down at the computer and wrote my first short story. I threw it up on the Internet just for the hell of it, and a few months later I was notified that it was to be included in a print anthology of the best short stories of 2011. I even got paid for it! I’ve been writing ever since.

DtD: One day, about five years ago, Andrew went out and left the computer on. He was always complaining about how hard it is to write anything decent, so I thought I’d show him how easy it is when one has talent. Is that a long enough answer for you, Andrew?

 

Tell us a little bit about your writing process.

AJ: I prefer to write in the early morning hours when things are quiet. I usually get up around 2:00 a.m. and go to work. The commute is not long . . . only a few steps to my computer.

DtD: I have to wait until Hemingway over there goes to bed.

AJ: By any chance are you referring to me?

DtD: Yes, but only in an ironic way.

AJ: You see what I’ve got to put up with?

 

Now boys, play nice. You are both professionals. What would your fans think?

AJ: You’re right. I’m sorry.

DtD: I’m the only one with fans around here. I’d say that Andrew’s been riding my coattails for years—if I had coattails. But for your sake, I’ll try to be well-behaved.

 

That’s a good doggie. Do either of you have any hobbies? Or anything you like to do in your spare time?

AJ: I like to read history and do research for my next book. I also like to watch old movies from the 1930s and ’40s.

DtD: My hobby is looking after His Nibs here. I’m always getting him out of trouble or bailing him out of jail after one of his benders. I call him Hemingway because he drinks like Ernie did. You should see ol’ Andrew when he’s had a snoot full.

 

What are you two working on at the moment?

AJ: This interview.

DtD: Ditto

AJ: High five, Danny.

DtD: Next question, please.

AJ: Hey, Danny. Don’t leave me hangin’.

DtD: Pleeease, Aoibha, the next question!

 

How do you develop your plots and your characters? Do you use a set formula?

AJ: I usually sit down to write a book with no idea where my characters will lead me. I start out with (I hope) a killer first sentence and the last paragraph of the book. Then I set out to fill the in-between space with 100,000 words. I find that the easy part. Sometimes I will bring my characters to a certain place, only to have them rebel when we get there. They’ll tell me they want to go somewhere else and take off on their own. I have no choice but to follow.

DtD: That was a pretty artsy-fartsy answer.

AJ: Was not.

DtD: Was too.

AJ: Was not!

DtD: Was too. Was too. Was too!!!

 

Boys! If you can’t behave, I’ll have to end the interview. As a child, Andrew what did you want to be when you grew up? And, as a puppy, Danny, what did you want to do?

AJ: I never wanted to grow up, and I believe I have succeeded.

DtD: I think he has, too. As a puppy, I only wanted to survive Andrew.

 

What would we find under your bed?

AJ: The monster that lives there.

DtD: When it thunders, me (and Andrew’s monster).

 

If you could travel into the past or future, where would you want to go? Why?

AJ: Egypt. I’d like to see the Great Pyramid being built.

DtD: The caveman days. I think it would be super-duper to be in a time before dogs allowed themselves to be “domesticated.”

 

What has been your worst or most difficult job?

 

AJ: Some jobs I’ve had in the past have been real doozies. I’ve done back-breaking physical labor. I’ve worked as a waiter for a short spell and hated every minute of it. I worked with and breathed in chemicals that have done a number on my lungs. But the worst job I ever had was when I was eighteen. I worked at a McDonalds for one day. At the end of the shift, I walked out never to return. I didn’t care about the pay I was owed or anything else. I just wanted out of there.

DtD: Looking after Andrew.

 

What group did you hang out with in high school?

AJ: I had no friends in high school. Still don’t . . . come to think of it.

DtD: At last . . . Andrew has said one true thing! I, of course, had no need of schooling. I was born brilliant. Not to mention wonderful, marvelous, and good looking.

 

What is something that you absolutely cannot live without?

DtD: If you don’t mind, Aoibha, I’ll field this one for both of us. For Andrew, it’s vodka. For me it’s Andrew.

AJ: Aw shucks, Danny.

Thank you for stopping by. It’s been a little different. However, I believe we’ve learned a few things about your writing processes . . . and other things as well.

AJ: Thank you for having us

DtD: Yeah, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

So there we go folks, another amazing interview from Andrew and his sidekick Danny. Those two are quite the comical bunch! Don’t forget to check out Andrew’s amazing books on Amazon. You won’t regret it. And don’t forget to check out Danny’s blog. I’m sure you’ll get quite a few giggles out of it!

 

Middle Child Cyndrum

My dad just posted a story i wrote when i was seven!!!! Laughing my head off at it. Haven’t read it in years 😛

Pete's Poetry

        chapter 1

                                        what it feels like

hi my name is Aoife and I suffer from the one and only the middle child sindrum it is when you are the middle child and you obviously have to do everything and i have this little sister chloe she is like the most spoiled child in the family and all i have is clothes well a bit more! One day chloe started balling and yes i had to sort her out it took me like half an hour. middle child sindrum sucks, also when I was out with my friends Kasie and Kirsty yeah i bet your guessing they are twins yes they are anywayi was  hanging around my estate woodgrave my mom called me…

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That’s My Girl

“Night dad,” Aria called from upstairs. It was eleven o’clock on a normal Saturday night. “Night kiddo!” He called back. As she climbed into bed she reached for her laptop and turned on Netflix, starting season two of breaking bad. The aroma of the infused lavender oil filled her room, leaving her feel sleepy after half an hour. She flicked the switch of her bedside lamp and powered off her laptop. She could still hear the television playing downstairs. Her dad was watching sons of anarchy. The usual Saturday night binge.

Aria was in a peaceful deep sleep, barely moving at all. It was hard to even tell if she was breathing. That didn’t last long. She heard the front door opening and presumed it was her dad retrieving something from the car. She waited a few minutes only to hear a scream. Aria was frozen to the spot. Her dad never screamed. Never. “Where is she?” She heard. It sounded like an old man’s voice. She then figured that they may have been looking for her. Her mother had left many years ago. Aria was the only she in the house. She had to act fast. She tiptoed into her closet and threw clothes over her to disguise her in case. Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs. Aria was sweating at this stage. She could hear her dads muffled screams and realised they must have put a gag in his mouth. They were a lot deeper, as if he was trying to say something. “I know you’re in here little girl,” said the high pitched voice of a young man. She fumbled quietly for something, anything in her closet. She found a scarf and stared at it long and hard. She picked up the courage and leaped out of the closet and jumped onto the man’s back, throwing the scarf around his neck and pulling on it, choking him. Aria then figured out he was armed. He aimed his silver handgun at her and fired. Her fast reflexes allowed her to catch hold of the gun and face it upwards, leaving a hole in the ceiling. They both choked on the dust raining down on them. Aria kneed him in the stomach and hit him in the throat. The one place she knew would only knock him out for a short amount of time. She then stuffed him in her closet fetching her Hurley and putting it through the handles in the door so he wouldn’t be able to get out for a while until he figured out what was jamming the door. Before she did that, she took his handgun quickly and raced downstairs. The sitting room door was made out of glass, so she stood beside it and looked in as far as she dared. She could see her dad, his hands tied behind his back with rope and as she predicted earlier, a gag in his mouth. She held her hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming for help. There was a man in front of him. He was quite tall, but he had a mask over his face, so she couldn’t make out his features but he definitely had a masculine body. He pulled a gun from his belt and held it at the side of her dad’s head. He was about to pull the trigger before Aria flung the door open and pulled her guns trigger at him. The bullet hit him in the mid section of his torso. He doubled over, screaming all words under the sun. Aria ran to her dad. “Dad, Dad! Are you alright?” She shouted. He nodded in shock. She examined him only to find his legs were also tied together. “I’ll be right back dad!,” she said. She kicked the man in the stomach once again while she ran to retrieve a knife from the kitchen. Aria ran back into her dad and began cutting the rope. When he was free, he pulled out the gag and hugged his daughter. “Aria, you just saved my life,” he said smiling at her. It was a nervous smile. His eyes were still wide with shock. “It’s not over yet dad. It’s not over until we get out of this house and get down to the police station,” with that, they ran out of the house.

As Aria’s dad was driving, he began to feel dizzy. “Dad, let me take over,” she said. “Aria, are you crazy? You’re twelve for gods sakes!” “I’m well aware dad but some twelve year olds know more than you think sometimes.” Her dad had no choice but to pull over and stop the car. Aria walked over to the driver’s seat. Aria was against smoking but her dad needed to calm down. She left him have one cigarette. As he sat down in the passenger seat, Aria put her hand on the door to close it. It was wet. It hadn’t rained in four days but the car was wet. Gas. The people that tried to kill them had poured gas all over the car. “DAD! DON’T LIGHT THE-” too late. Aria jumped out of the car. And sprinted around the other side to get her dad. She opened the door quickly and pulled him out. He was unconscious and bleeding from several different places. She found her dad’s phone poking out of the pocket in his jeans. She instantly called the emergency number. “911, what is your emergency?” Asked the dispatcher. “We’ve had people in our house trying to kill us and as we tried to escape, our car blew up. Can you send help please?! My father is unconscious and he isn’t responding!” “I have tracked your phones location and help is on its way. Can you listen to see if your father is breathing please?” Aria did just that. She followed the dispatchers instructions and listened to everything they had to say.

Paramedics, an ambulance and the fire brigade came upon the scene half an hour later. The Paramedics put Aria’s dad on to a splint and carried him into the ambulance. Aria came with him while the brigade fought with the fire from their car which was now not much more than debris. Aria’s dad regained consciousness at the hospital after medical procedures and CPR. The police were investigating the scene at their house and arrested the two men responsible. Even after further questioning, the men did not give reason for wanting Aria. They were sentenced for twenty-five years for attempted murder. “Who knew that my amazing daughter would one day save my butt?” Asked Aria’s dad. “I’m full of surprises daddy,” she smiled. “That’s my girl!” They both laughed. If you look hard enough beyond a storm, there’s always a rainbow.

 

Only Six More Hours!

I don’t think the day has ever gone so slow. Perhaps it has and I just haven’t realised. We’re leaving for the airport at twelve o’clock tonight. We’re getting the air coach from Cork. Our flight is at eight a.m. in the morning but we have to check in at five a.m. I don’t do well with flying and usually end up panicking terribly before boarding the plane. I’m a real nervous wreck when it comes to flying but overall, I cannot wait to go over to Canada. Even though the flight is twenty-four hours. Oh well.

We’re planning to see the beautiful Lake Louise in Banff which has inspired me for an upcoming short story for my blog too. I cannot wait to see my brother, Adam again. Its only been six months since he emigrated but it feels like much more.

At the moment, Edmonton is a bit cold… they’re in the minuses as for as I know. My mum isn’t really looking forward to the snow but I know that I am. (Snow is every kids dream and every adults worst nightmare… sometimes :)). We’re also planning to go up the rocky mountains. I’ll be sure to post some pictures up.

I know this was only a short blog entry but I need to go and pack more stuff and weigh the suitcases with my mum. Its going to be so much fun! Thanks for reading! Bye for now!
~AoibhWalsh2017 🙂

A Letter to a Dispirited Writer Friend of Mine

Everything pays off if you have the flame for it!!!

Andrew Joyce

You were one of first bloggers to let me promote my first book on your blog and I have never forgotten that. I’m sorry to hear that you think self publishing sucks. But if you have the time, I’m gonna tell you a few things. So here goes.

You say you queried twenty-five agents. Well, I queried 3,000! Ten hours a day, seven days a week it was go through the lists, get their emails, cut and paste my letter, and then send it out. One full year!!!

I was pushing my first book, a 164,000 word mess. It was a good story, but I had no concept of proper editing. Anyway, I was told time and time again that anything over 80,000 words for a first time author was heresy. Finally, I got pissed off and sat down and wrote an 80,000 novel just as a big FU. Then…

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An Interview With Fantastic Author, Andrew Joyce

Q: Hi Andrew, I hope your days going good 

I can’t complain. Well, I could and I do, but it doesn’t do any good. 

Q: I’ve heard you live in a beautiful marina, what a lovely place to spend your days! 

I don’t know how beautiful it is, but it’s on the water. I like living on the water. When it’s windy you get rocked to sleep just like when you were a baby. 

Q: Does Danny get seasick by any chance? 

Danny is an old salty dog. He has his sea legs—sometimes even better than me. 

Q: When did you publish your first book and how long did it take? 

I published my first book in 2013. With the writing, editing, and finding an agent, it took about nine months. Since then each of my books take about a year of my time. That’s writing, editing, and marketing. 

Q: Does Danny review your books after you’re finished them? 

I couldn’t write a book without Danny’s help. His syntax so much better than mine. 

Q: What’s Danny’s favourite movie? 

Lassie Comes Home. 

Q: Did Danny get his hotdog today? 

Danny gets his hotdog every day or there’s hell to pay! 

Q: Are you happier now with what you produce? 

I’ve grown as a writer, but I’m never happy because I’m always comparing myself to John Steinbeck. I think he was the best writer that every lived. 

Q: How hard was it to get published? 

I queried 3,000 agents! Ten hours a day, seven days a week it was go through the lists, get their emails, cut and paste my letter, and then send it out. One full year!!! 

I was pushing my first book, a 164,000 word mess. It was a good story, but I had no concept of proper editing. Anyway, I was told time and time again that anything over 80,000 words for a first time author was heresy. Finally, I got pissed off and sat down and wrote an 80,000 novel just as a big FU. Then I sent out queries. Lo and behold, within a month I had a contract with one of the biggest agencies in the country. 

By the way, a query is a letter you send to agents telling them about your book and hoping they’ll be interested enough to ask for a sample (a few chapters). Then you hope they’ll love it so much that they’ll sign you to a contract and then go out and sell your book to a big publishing house and come back with a check for a million dollars.  

Q: How did you come up with the ideas for your first book? 

I had just finished reading Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn for the third time, and I started thinking about what ever happened to those boys, Tom and Huck. They must have grown up, but then what? So I sat down at my computer, banged out Redemption: The Further Adventures of Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer in two months. 

Q: Have you a favourite choice of your books? 

I think the best book that I have written so far is Resolution: Huck Finn’s Greatest Adventure. 

Q: Who’s your inspiration? 

John Steinbeck, Louis L’Amour, Jack London, and Robert B. Parker among others. 

Q: What do you do in your spare time? 

Take walks with Danny 

Q: Was your literary journey worth all the effort? 

Sure it was. I had nothing else to do. 

Q: Thanks so much for answering these questions today. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening! 

Thank you for having me over and Danny says hi. 

 

Andrew Joyce lives on a boat in a beautiful marina with his canine companion and sidekick, Danny the dog. They both have their own blogs and they would more than love if you could check them out! Thanks for reading this interview! Bye for now!
~AoibhaWalsh2017

 

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All paws on deck for Andrew’s fabulous canine sidekick, Danny!
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Andrew Joyce working