Are you a reader / author who writes reviews?

Please read this if you read and review on Amazon.

Phoenix Rainez

Click on the links in this post for more important information.

IMPORTANT: IF YOU REVIEW BOOKS ON AMAZON
Amazon appears to use your social media connections to detect “relationships” with other reviewers or sellers that might indicate manipulation of reviews. Unfortunately, this system is imperfect, and often flags innocent accounts and prevents them from writing any reviews for particular sellers/products. When this happens, you will get a message that you are blocked from writing a review because you have a relationship with a seller.
Go, RIGHT NOW, and double-check your Amazon account to make sure they’re not linked.
1. Go to https://www.amazon.com/gp/socialmedia/settings.

If either Facebook or Twitter is connected, click “Disconnect from Amazon”.

2. Now check periodically to make sure they stay disconnected! These accounts have a funny way of relinking themselves (for example, Amazon reveals that they can be linked “when you participate in certain promotions”) without you realizing…

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4 Reasons Why Right Now Is the Best Time to Chase Your Dreams

Oh how true, especially as the years rush by 🙂

Dream Big, Dream Often

Do you believe your dream life is a possibility?

In the year and a half of operating this blog I have learned a lot.  I am beginning to understand why more people don’t experience high levels of success, whether it be personally or professionally.  Success requires tremendous effort which most are simply unwilling to exert.  Okay, I’ll say it…most people are lazy.  And it is a sad truth because it means many people will die having never experienced their dream life.

If more people understood the power small changes and the power of starting right now, then more people would experience the life they want.  Dreams do not occur in a sudden event, but are the result of lots of small actions which accumulate of a period of time.   But, in the end, people will continue to wish, procrastinate and fantasize instead of taking small, steady steps toward what they…

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AMIE ON SALE!!

 

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If you like a good, old fashioned adventure story along the lines of Wilbur smith, then why not try Amie an African Adventure while the price is low?

From 14th – 19th June  at $0.99  0r £0.99  the Big A permitting 🙂

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LWFIO5K

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00LWFIO5K

Chosen by three authors as a recommended read at the end of last year and #18 in the Readfree.ly best self published books of 2015.

When Amie arrives in Africa she’s not too happy, but when your husband’s work demands it – what choice did she have?

All goes well for a while and then civil war breaks out. Soon she is on the run and fighting for her life as she sets off across the African bush in a desperate attempt to survive.

With the immediate danger over, Amie shuffled into a sitting position. She was still not sure whether to approach the colonel, he had never shown any empathy towards her, but the decision was taken away when he turned his head and saw Amie. He walked over to her.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. That’s the second time I’ve been asked that thought Amie.

“I was in town, and the…. er….” what should she call them, soldiers, rebels? “There were explosions and I drove home but there was no one and I can’t find any of the other foreigners and then I was stopped in my car…”

  “They have all gone, left before the airport was closed.”

“My husband, Jonathon, did he get out, has he gone!” Amie felt frantic, was she the only foreigner left in Togodo?

“The evacuation was very efficient,” stated the colonel, “we know how to deal with these filthy rebels and we do not intend for them to hurt our foreign workers.”

The relief that swept through Amie was enormous. She was safe, the colonel would not let any harm come to her. He had enough sense and intelligence to realize it was not in the best interests of his country to murder foreign workers. It made sense he would get Amie repatriated as soon as possible, maybe by boat, if the airport was closed.

She took a deep breath and was just about to thank Colonel Mbanzi not only for saving her life, but for making sure she was safely out of the country, when he suddenly seemed to grow larger, fly off the ground and disappear.

I’m hallucinating was her first thought, but then she realized that from out in the darkness, someone had aimed a weapon and annihilated her rescuer. Amie watched, as if in some horror film, bits of what had once been Colonel Mbanzi flew in all directions. She slithered backwards, keening softly to herself. This couldn’t be happening to her. She was going mad and so was the rest of the world.

Please can you share and re-blog this for me? There’s a big wide world out there and we have no idea how far our messages go.

 

 

 

THE BIG TRIP XIV – HO CHI MIN CITY AND THE END OF GEORGE I

I really do wish I’d not started with Roman numerals in episodes of the Big Trip, I am now having to think very hard each time I update it. I remember one time a producer friend waking me in the middle of the night to ask how to write 1989 in said numbers. He had a deadline for the US and needed to finish editing. That taxed the last brain cell I possessed, I’ve never been the same since.

Today’s blog will be a little briefer as I have a huge promo this week and I’m spending hours learning how to do it better – I know, another learning curve.

Well having slept my way through Hoi An, we caught a plane the next morning for Ho Chi Min City that’s where we thought we were going, until we were welcomed to Saigon. With relief we remembered they were one and the same. In the more communist north the new name is paramount but in the south no one seemed to use it. We sensed some tensions between the north and south on several occasions and although the civil war is over, I’m not sure all is forgiven and forgotten.

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Our hotel room wasn’t ready when we arrived, they were probably still tying the ribbon around that cushion, so they took us for a drive around and then to lunch at Chateau Restaurant.

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Isn’t it amazing that a vestige of the French occupation should still be there? Obviously it was a tourist designated venue, and you have to admit the food preparation was just out of this world. DH is lucky if I just throw his food on the plate any old way.

As I saw them carry multiple plates from the kitchen I imagined rows of assistant cooks peeling , sculpting, twirling and pruning vegetables on the other side of the wall.

Then it was time for something much more serious – for next week.

Now I think George I was pretty boring really. Apart from locking his wife up and quarreling with his son who hated him for doing that, he just kept going to and from Hanover all the time. And it was on his sixth visit to his native land that he died. He suffered a stroke on the road and was taken to Prince-Bishop’s palace at Osnabruck and buried. After World war II his remains were moved to Herrenhausen – but please don’t ask my why I don’t have the faintest idea.

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Tiny little place isn’t it?

And waiting in the wings, was George Augustus, named George II – at last it was his turn.

A huge thank you to the person(s) who entered Amie and the Child of Africa in the Readfree.ly top 50 Self-Published Books Worth Reading 2016. She made the list in the ‘other’ category.  If you are feeling particularly benevolent, you might just like to vote for her? it’s good exercise, along the lines of my daily workout.

This is the link to click (I’m grovelling on the floor here and it’s not a pretty sight)

http://www.readfree.ly/vote-50-self-published-books-worth-reading-2016-other/

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Lucinda-E-Clarke/e/B00FDWB914/

 

THE BIG TRIP XIII – HOI AN AND THE FATHER FROM HELL

Hoi An was possibly the town I loved best (there is one exception, but more of that later). The first evening I dragged myself out of the hotel which was also really nice. It was called the Little Hoi Hotel and if you ever go there I would recommend it.

We walked alongside the river, and I’ve not mentioned this before, but it was coming up to Chinese New Year and everywhere you looked you could see colourful red lanterns. I saw a huge Trip Advisor poster which listed Hoi An at night in the top 20 things to see and do before you die – well maybe they didn’t have the last bit on there but you get the message.  There were performers of all kinds, and cheerful crowds wandering the street markets. It was a fairyland atmosphere.

 

By the next morning, it was as much as I could do to get out of bed. I was hacking and coughing and on fire from the inside. Within minutes the hotel staff had summoned a doctor – he should have been starring in the movies he was that cute, spoke perfect English as he diagnosed bronchitis, verging on pneumonia. He also informed me I’d not been on antibiotics as I’d though, but throat pastilles of some sort.

He dosed me up, prescribed bed rest and I waved a weak farewell to DH as he went off on his day’s trips.

I don’t remember much of that day, but DH saw this village where they made pottery and a museum donated by a local philanthropist and of course another temple.

Sadly we were to leave Hoi An the next morning and were told we would be escorted to the airport, which was just as well as we had no plane tickets, we only knew we were destined to go to Ho Chi Min City.

THE HISTORY RUBBISH

There doesn’t seem to be much to say about George I except he was pretty boring, kept going back to stay in Hanover, courtesy of the cheap Ryan Air flights and had to talk to his ministers in French as he had no intention of learning English.

But of course they got their own back. Since he didn’t like the way they were so bossy, he chose a few and had secret meetings with them. But then when that big pyramid financial scandal hit, and George and his two ugly mistresses were caught up in it, the ministers got him out of a very nasty situation so he had to be nice to them. This is one of them, Robert Walpole and here he is.

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He also had huge fights with his son – boringly called George – especially when young George was very rude to one of the godparents his father had chosen for his son and was rude to him at the christening, George I threw him out of St James’s Place but kept the grandchildren living with him. Pretty mean eh?

Have a great week and if you have a spare moment you might like to pop over to my Amazon author page and take a peep at my books. Beware, this blog contains a monitoring device so I’ll know if you go and look.  http://www.amazon.co.uk/Lucinda-E-Clarke/e/B00FDWB914/

PS there were some comments on one of my re-blogs and I wanted to reply, but then I lost them, so sorry for that I wasn’t ignoring you.

 

Why Readers Stop Reading a Book.

i think we can all learn something from this. I know I did.

Lit World Interviews

Recently, we here at LitWorldInterviews.com conducted a survey, “Why do you put a book down?” and through the assistance of the writing community we had a very nice response. Now it’s time to share what we found.

First, I want to say why the survey was conducted. We wanted to help writers by giving them the information they most need. If a reader takes the time to check out your book and don’t like it, they are unlikely to give you a second chance with your next work. First impressions mean a lot.

86.30% of those responding were Female, thus leaving the remaining 13.70% Male. Considering the majority of those reading novels are Female, although not quite this extreme, I’m comfortable with sharing what we found.

There were 34 sub-categories as a result of the survey. Those results were then placed into 5 main categories: Writing, Editing, Proofreading, Taste, and…

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