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…yes, thank you, Mister Quixote…I have my own windmills at which to tilt…#TBSU…

…those kind souls who’ve followed my diatribal outpourings on here for the past year or so may have noted my mention of the late Sir Winston Churchill from time to time…from my earliest recollection, he has been my hero… the ultimate maverick… a kindred spirit to all of us who wanna take on the world occasionally… the enduring thought he leaves in my head is always–NEVER, NEVER, EVER GIVE UP—the practical relevance pokes its head in about here, Mabel… a coupla years back, as a fledgling author, having survived the pink cloud of ecstasy that surrounds completing the writing of yer first wee literary baby, I sent that scribbled sweet child o’ mine out to the mandatory  40 literary agents… in the unyielding balance that is the Universe, the response was PRECISELY 40 rejection slips... undeterred, this ol’ Jurassic tramped on and tumbled headlong into the Amazon Kindle World and all its delights… along the way, I began to understand that the quill-scraping was only a start… the trench work lay in BUILDING THE PLATFORM… being the shy introverted Scot that ye all know me to be, I don’t easily conceal my illumination beneath the bushels… I’VE HAD A BLUUDY GOOD RUN AT IT… my flavours of choice in the SOSYAL NETWURKIN include Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, LinkedIn and this Blog... result is a solid base of great pals… THE PLATFORM IS READY… the downloads have been astonishingly high… so, now it’s time to brush off the rejection-slip angst… a refreshed approach…UP AND AT ‘EM, Master Gallacher!... this time, there IS an attractive  pitch to make … I’ve acquired the latest version of the ROOLS OF ENGAGEMENT as contained in The Writers’ & Artists’ Yearbook 2013... zoned in on them what handles my genre… I’ve read (several times ) each agent’s peculiar requirements for submission (even that word has overtones, eh, Mabel?)… now all that remains, is for ye all out there to wish me well… and if I do a Scott of the Antarctic, by ‘stepping out, and may be gone a while’… I’d ask that ye speak well of me… ‘a simple lad, even if he was Scottish’… a little rub of the Sir Winnie quote, and off I go… see yeez later …

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