Been Slacking but now writing again.

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I discovered that there is a MMORPG that can be played on OSX and thats its also a free to play game. For the last part of two weeks I have been distracted by this but now I’m back to writing again. Book one now sits at 40K words with 22 chapters. I hope that instead of the 2 30word mini books I had planned, i will release one book over 60K

Published in: on July 20, 2014 at 4:59 pm  Leave a Comment  

Oh the Joys of dealing with the I.R.S (USA) Part 2 (now on to the UK)

Well, trying to get an I.T.I.N proves to be the most stressful, painful thing in the world but, E.I.N is the most easy thing in the world.

As a lot of sites state, if you phone up Philly direct and get a good operative then in 10 mins you will have a shiny new EIN and can be selling online to USA

Published in: on June 30, 2014 at 11:49 am  Leave a Comment  
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The Fall of Terra #53: Devine Deliverance

James Purcell:

Thank you Shaven Wookiee (John C Scott) for the opportunity.

Originally posted on Shaven Wookiee:

The deck heaved around him, his head hurt and when he opened his eyes, just the red glow of the self-contained emergency lights cast any illumination about his surroundings. He found himself flat on the floor of the ships brig, up against the cells door. As he sat up, he realised that the door was open and there was a hiss of escaping air. Looking out the door into the brig lobby he caught sight of the prison guard lying on the floor, his head at an impossible angle. Getting to his feet, the prisoner made his way out of the cell and over to the guard, he relieved him of his side arm and checked if it worked. Finding not even the slightest sign of life in the weapon, he threw it away and relieving the guard of his keys, left the brig section.

The ship shuddered around him…

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Published in: on June 22, 2014 at 9:14 am  Comments (3)  

Alternative Words to Said and Physical Characteristic Descriptions ~ Resource List

Useful link and finds.
Thankyou for sharing

Published in: on June 15, 2014 at 8:17 pm  Leave a Comment  

Oh the Joys of dealing with the I.R.S (USA)

My books imminent release is approaching, the writing is done, the draft is on amazon and just the artwork to go.

The Next big issue is selling the book in the US. I have seen lots of post about E.I.N and I.T.I.N numbers but most of them are set before the change that just happened. You can’t apply for an EIN without an ITIN and if your in the UK your practically screwed as then only place to get one is the US embassy in London, and they only work part time!

I have two choices here that are both expensive: 1, Take time off work and phone during there open times or 2, not sell to the US!
Neither are good especially and I have readers in the US.

Stay tuned readers, the fight is ongoing.

#JamesPurcell

Published in: on June 11, 2014 at 8:27 pm  Leave a Comment  
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It’s getting Closer!

K.D.P BOOK PAGE.

 

*Gulp* yes what you are looking at is the KDP page for ebook submissions. I have started the process rolling.

Please note that I have chosen to use the Non de Plume of the main character (well, it is supposed to be his diaries after all.

#JamesPurcell

OU Course Stage 6.10

I wonder if this fits the bill for part 6.10

Michael.

 

At sixty nine Michael was starting to feel his age creeping up on him. With all the trouble he and James had suffered through with the ship, he needed to have a break and get away. It had taken quite a bit of deception on the part of the various lawyers, but in the event that anything happened to him, his daughter and his business would be safe and secure. He had hoped that James and his daughter would become engaged and married, but with his own problems and that of the ship, no one had found the time to settle. Michael missed the old days of working the yard instead of paperwork as he would have remained in shape and not started to grow round. Michael looked as the small painting of his wife, his daughter Molly, then ten, and him and a tear welled up in his eye. He traced the picture with a finger, and spoke softly to the portrait, “I wish you were still here to help me push them together Cathleen perhaps they would have been married by now.” Michael had thrown himself into his work in order to provide for Molly and was damned sure that she would have a good life when he rejoined his wife at the village church.

 

Out in that quagmire that had settle into his yard, his men were working hard, there were some days when he could lift crates with the rest of the men, but lately he his noticed that some of his strength and wained. He stood up and walked over to one of the filing cabinets and opened up a door marked with a “W”, apart form the bottle of brown liquid that rolled around inside, the draw was empty. He pulled out the bottle and took a drink, “It’s purely to medicinal to help my back!” he said looking at the portrait on his desk. He replaced the bottle then sat back down to continue working. His hand bumped into something cold and long under a piece of paper and lifted the sheet to reveal the fully loaded Colt revolver he had relieved from the stock that the ship held. Michael hadn’t owned this gun for long as he was loathed to be in possession of them but with the trouble brewing with the ships previous owner, he wasn’t going to take any chances.

 

Michael took a deep breath to calm the sadness in his heart and looked up from the mountain of that littered his desk and shelves. The cabinets that should contain all the important records were all empty as he had made sure that all the important records and ledgers had been removed to the safe keeping of the airship where he knew they would be safe if anything would happen to him. The business and his daughter would be safe in the boys care and he was sure that he would be the perfect business partner for his daughter that he expected him to be. Events were moving faster then anyone could expect and Michael had made sure that the business would survive without him. There had been several acts of deception to secure everything with both his accountant and the associated lawyers when he had persuaded the boy to join in and become part owner of the airship. Despite the current piles of orders and request that currently littered up the place, none were more then a few days old. All this work was due to the hard work of the boy and the workers that were drawn to him. With all the poor lad had been through in the last twenty years, he had come back to work and gradually improved Michaels business. Outside his window, somewhere in all the fog lay his boatyard and the airship that was responsible for so much of the trade requests. As he turned back to the work in front of him, there was a Scuffle outside followed by a knock on his office door.

 

“Come!” Michael called out and watched as an army officer followed by two lower ranking soldiers entered his office.

 

“What is the meaning of this?” He demanded reaching for the revolver that was hidden under one of the piles.

 

An officer stepped towards Michael’s desk withdrawing a letter from inside his jacket. “My lord and commander wishes for your attendance in the most urgent of meetings.”

 

“What will you do if I refuse?”

 

“Your refusal is not optional. I have been sent to bring you, the captain and the airship to him by force if necessary.”

 

Keeping one hand on the primed revolver, he reached out, took the letter, noting the wax seal on the front, opened it and started reading.

 

Dear Messers McClay and Purcell,

You are cordially invited to this most important of business meetings. You attendance is not optional as I have taken this chance to send my chosen soldiers to guide you both to me. I hope you accept and arrive with minimal injuries.

 

 

Michael glanced up as the soldier then down at the portrait on the desk, “Looks like we may be together sooner then I thought, my love.” he said and in a blink of an eye, pulled back the hammer on the gun and raised it, sending paper’s scattering everywhere. When the papers settled, he found the men in front of him had also raised there weapons to point at at him. “I refuse his summons just like I have refused all of his insulting offers.”

 

“Sir, I would prefer to escort you without injury however, my men are more then capable of shooting you in a way that will not kill you if you so wish to refuse.”

 

There was a crack of gunfire outside in the yard and Michael instinctively turned towards the window. There was a subtle hiss of well oiled metal rubbing and he felt a cold steel blade against his throat. He gently reset the hammer and slowly lowered the pistol to his desk.

 

“That is the correct decision Mr. McClay.”

 

“I really do have no choice in this matter do I?”

 

“No sir.”

 

“What about my daughter?”

 

“I have no orders concerning her, if she is not here then she is safe.”

 

“Can you pass me my coat?” Michael asked. One of the guards lowered his rifle then after searching it, handed it over.

 

After saying goodbye to the portrait on the desk, Michael stepped out of the office between his guards and was confronted with the sound of a battle field, all around him the crack of gun fire filled the air and the smoke of burnt gunpowder assaulted his nose. After all these years, he should be able to walk across his yard with his eyes closed but even with the office door behind him, but the fog scrambled any sense of direction he had. There was a shout from behind him and a large shape materialised out of the mist carrying something long.

 

“Michael duck” the voice shouted and a second later the object flew through the air, Michael dropped to the floor avoiding the weapon but the two soldiers on each side of his were not as quick. The fog parted as the object hissed through the air and with a sickening crack, it impacted the necks of his guards and sent them flying out of sight. The last soldier and officer were more fortunate and were able to miss becoming victims and as the man holding the long object was brought up for another swing, they raised there weapons and fire. For a long moment, his would be rescuer looked at them with confusion about what had happened but as the two blood roses marking the bullet holes in his chest bloomed, the object fell from his grip and he collapsed to the floor. Michael reached out to the worker and tried to close the eyes that looked up to the sky. As he leaned forward his other arm snaked out into the workers pocket and pulled out the folding knife that was always hidden there. As he withdrew the weapon, sliding it into his sleeve, he hoped his captors hand’s seen it.

 

“Stand up Michael.” The officer said pointing his sword towards Michael and with a sigh, he stood up, straightened out his jacket and followed the way towards his gate guided by his captors. As he walked under the wooden arch that had stood over the door for over thirty year’s, he wondered how long it would remain up there without him. The soldiers stopped and Michael turned his eyes to look at a black carriage drawn by two large black horses. The soldiers guided him in then climbed in behind him and rode away.

 

From the Short Michael McClay (coming as soon as I Finnish Mythology, Aethershadow and Kitsune ) Copyright Adam Bryant/James Purcell 2014

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Book 1: The End Synopsis.

The Diaries of James Purcell

Book1 : The End

He was due to be one of the great professors, James Purcell is a specialist in the subject of Mythobiology. Prodigy of the eminent professor Isaac Theologian and due to be married to the professors daughter Eleanor Theologian, life was looking great. On the night that they were to celebrate the engagement, the young couple are attacked by a monster and Eleanor is killed. With no other witnesses, the police suspicions fall towards him. Disowned by the professor who believes him responsible for the death of his daughter, James Purcell returns home to rejoin a life he had left behind. Unable to explain what really happened that night, James must live with the knowledge that unless a miracle can happen he will have to face a one way trip that no one has ever returned from. In the shadows, other forces stir eager to restore a past believed to be nothing more then horror stories. Is James’ life his own to live or is he nothing more then a pawn of a darker power.

Published in: on May 17, 2014 at 3:49 pm  Leave a Comment  
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First draft of part 2 Finished.

It needs a good read through and edit, but the first draft of part 2 in now done and ways in at 27K words.

Part 3 is only a patchy set of notes and a very first draft but it is now in progress.

Published in: on May 10, 2014 at 6:34 pm  Comments (1)  
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OU Assignment Work :The Medieval Prison Cell

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The prison room.

Michael could not believe what he was looking at. He was stood in a castle in 1890. In his own world this castle was almost derelict, but here, in this world, it was as if time had stood still. His guards, who looked like a combination of medieval knights mixed with modern day soldiers, shoved him through a door that exposed a narrow spiral staircase leading up into a tower. The medieval chains that bound him, made it hard to climb. When he reached the top, a door was opened and he looked down into a narrow corridor that must be hidden in the castle’s outer wall. There was very little light in the passageway and he was roughly shoved down the small flight of stairs that lead into the passageway. The chains around his ankles caused him to stumble and he reached towards the wall to stop his fall. At the end of the cold and damp passageway was a single door which opened into a small round room. The only light source came from a small window in the wall and the fireplace. There was a small bed and a desk in the room, but little else. Another rough shove forced him into the room and as he stumbled to turn around to the door, he realised that there was no way that he would ever escape and see his daughter again. The door was pulled closed and he heard a key being turned in the lock followed by bolts being drawn across. Taking a look around at his small cell, he couldn’t help feel like he was living in some medieval story.

He pulled himself to his feet and lowered himself onto the crude wooden bed which had a straw mattress and a rough blanket. The fire not only provided light, but it was the only source of heat in the whole room. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he had an idea that it was connected to the ship. If he was here, it meant that the ship, her crew and his daughter were safe from harm. He heard muffled footsteps echoing down the corridor along with a conversation outside the door. The bolts slid open, the door unlocked and as it opened he came face-to-face with his host.

“Norland Bracegirdle, I presume?”

The man bowed, “Do I have the pleasure Michael McClay, of one of the two current owners of my ship?”

“Our ship, you legally sold it to us then tried to take it back. What is all this about Norland?”

“I don’t have to answer that, I need my ship back and once I have the captain along with you, then I can persuade you to finally return ownership back to me.”

Michael laughed “Nice try, with all that you have done, there is no chance of ever seeing it again.”

“There is still time for that” Norland replied before leaving the room.

Images and Text Copyright © Adam Bryant, 2012. All right reserved.

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