“Lose Like A Human” at Bookseeker Agency


“Last weekend, the 19th and 20th May, the Hyperdrive Festival took place in Hailsham, Sussex. Twenty-five films were shown over the two days, including Lose Like a Human, written by Luka Vukos and Fergus Doyle, and directed by Luka Vukos. You’ll remember that we mentioned this project – Luka’s directorial debut – in an earlier update here.”

Read the whole post at the link below

via ‘Lose Like a Human’ wins prizes at Hyperdrive!


Another lucrative list for short-story authors



Once again, this list comes from Freedom With Writing.


I suggest every serious writer bookmark the link…  they send one opportunities.  Nope, they’re not paying me to promote; I’m shamelessly using their info to entertain you peeps.

Dreams, goals, visions and callings.

I’ll leave you with those keywords, because really, everything I could write in a post for you concerning those four has already been said.  Maybe the key part of it all:


Good luck with the submissions!  🙂

(Oh, and anyone looking at that image…  does the thing that bothers me about it bother you too?)

Authors Special :)

In the spirit of helping and boosting authors (P’kaboo’s mission, next to publishing), here is another ace list from that beautiful site, “Authors Publish”.

15 Literary Journals With Fast Response Times

The whole idea is to get your work out there fast.  A number of these publish flash fiction, which is ideal for grabbing readers’ attention and building a following.  Of course, also, the pay won’t exactly hurt your pocket.

So go on, I challenge you… submit to these and then drop me a line in the comments to share how it’s going.  🙂



The 5 Levels of Practising

Violin Tricks

I can’t remember if I’ve posted on this before.  It is in fact one of the most misunderstood principles of learning to play.  Get this one wrong and you sound like a learner.  Get it right and you’ll sound professional, no matter at which level you are playing.  It is an attitude thing.

Basically, getting to know a piece of music is like discovering a world.  A fantasy world that will take you on an adventure – if you let it.  And the sheet music is the map to the treasure.

Knowing this gives you power.  Here is a 5-level method of perfecting a piece (& moving beyond perfection to a really moving performance) :

Level 1:  Sight-reading

Let’s presume you are starting a piece you’ve never heard before.  You play through it; depending on your ability, you play it note-by-note, bar-by-bar or phrase-by-phrase.

The important thing here is to…

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Reading (a novel) changes your brain

This is news?  No.  I’ve blogged about it before…  couldn’t find my own post anymore so decided to bring it again.


Imagine you are biting into a very,  very sour lemon.  The feel of the peel – rubbery and quite fragrant – and then your teeth splitting the peel, the juice splashing out into your mouth – not into your eye hopefully…

Close your eyes for a second and experience this.  Okay, open them again – you can’t read with your eyes closed!

Okay, now tell me (in the comments):  Who could taste the sour lemon juice?  Who flinched at the idea of some of it splashing into your eye?

Reading evokes sensory responses in the brain.  In plain text:  Your brain simulates the things you are reading.

But it gets more interesting:  When you read a novel, these changes can last even five days after the story.


““The neural changes that we found associated with physical sensation and movement systems suggest that reading a novel can transport you into the body of the protagonist,” said Gregory Berns, the lead author of the study. “We already knew that good stories can put you in someone else’s shoes in a figurative sense. Now we’re seeing that something may also be happening biologically.”

Our brain apparently allows us to “be” the hero in the book we’re reading, by simulating his experiences.

Put that into yer pipe and smoke it, gamers!


Anyone for a good novel?



Hoppy Easter


Hoppy Easter to you all!



A bit of pioneering reveals that there are no less than 26 different bookshops in Cork!  That does not even account for multiple branches of chains.  26 different names.

Of course a number of them will specialize in second-hand. (I’ve been reading and studying such a lot of Richard-Bransonish literature recently that my mind immediately goes to “how can I capitalize on that”.  And there are ideas.  Fun fact: It is much easier to have a lot of bright&shiny ideas than to implement even one of them.  I will go into the “why” shortly.)

One of these shops is called “Time Traveller”.  I’ve been in this shop.  It deals in rare and antiquated books – to my surprise I rediscovered a fair number of titles I already knew well… from my parents’ bookshelves…  Happily, Time Traveller also promotes contemporary poetry.









Today’s Scoop

Cork is full of surprises, especially if one pickles through it “voetsaam” (per pedes).

So I found the offices of the Receiver of Revenue…


This statue, facing the doors of the Revenue Offices.

So seeing that I had walked there for nothing, I decided I might as well explore the surrounds.  There was a Garden Centre that was advertised, that looked promising…


The weirdest sense of Déjà Vu crept over me as I walked into the garden centre.  I’d been here before.  I recognized the place.  I’ve never been to Cork before last year July; but I had visited the place in a dream.  In 2016.  In May.  It looked different; where the topmost hall was, was a glass house with a café in it; where the middle hall (the exam hall) had been, was merely a wall; where the lower hall had been where Death had spoken to me,  the Grim Reaper, across a table, assuring me that I was going to die but I should not worry…  was – eerily – a children’s play area.


Incongruous, that Déjà Vu in such a creative, happy place!  The garden cafe is a really special place; hopefully I’ll be allowed to be involved in an event they will, hopefully, be putting on later this year.


A playpark for children…



That building on the hill…


The artist who paints the bikes… 🙂

 So, finding the artist, and the bikes, and the garden café made up for having gone into Cork for nothing.  Clearly, as I fail my way to success with every administrative detail (you can imagine what a mission the paperwork for this emigration has been, because I do every bit of it wrong at least twice before getting it right) – there are rewards and discoveries along the way.

I’ll be posting news later this weekend about an impressive endorsement our author Carmen Capuano got for her novel “Split Decision”.  For now, see you later.

I just re-read a post from 2014 – four years back I had the second draft of the Shooting Star done!


I haven’t written or edited anything this past year.  Haven’t been able to stare into the crew’s faces and acknowledge that I’ll never be able to read any edits or stories to Iain again.  Another project we started together and I need to finish alone.

2014 there was a lot of good stuff happening.  I was helping out with the Cubs (I was “Raksha”, the mother wolf); and I was teaching at those 2 schools, partnering with a music teacher at the private school – that is always fun, because class music and instrumental lessons are mutually supportive processes.


Iain would have loved this guitar work:


Currently reading “How to Win Friends and Influence People”, because I’ve discovered to my shock what a cynical and judgemental person I’ve become.  And that will never fly.

It’s an amazing book.  I’ve owned a copy for almost 25 years without ever reading it.   I really don’t know why.  I can recommend it.  Maybe at the end I’ll write a review, but maybe not – I’m not really into reviewing textbooks, especially if I’m making notes and studying them in-depth.  My father gave me my first copy of the book with the comment:  “Two kinds of people read this book.  Those who want to win friends and influence people.  And the others who want to know by which methods they are going to be won over and influenced.”  😀

Have a sweet evening.


Greetings with music, from a rainy Cobh.


From a rainy Cobh.  We’ve had fine weather all along for months now (well, a small hurricane and a bit of a showdown between a feisty Atlantic storm and a Siberian Beast excluded), but today there is rain.  And wind!!!

So I’ve been battling to get a fire going in our fireplace (privileged to have one!), and am failing…  conclusion:  Raw natural turf doesn’t burn properly!  It blooming smoulders.  No matter what fire skills I apply.  And I was a pretty good firemaster back whenwe.  I used to be the one who saved the Scouts braai fire (not the actual Bonfire, the Scouts themselves were brilliant at that) from the Guys. But, fire moves differently here in Ireland, where it’s colder and damper (I keep forgetting, this is Land-Under-Wave, a.k.a  Tir Nan Og)…  (holding my breath waiting for all Celts to come jumping down my collar correcting me 😀 )  So, back to the smoke-free firelogs from Londis…

Jaqueline du Pre died when she was 42.  Of Multiple Sclerosis. Far too young.  :’-(  One of the greatest cellists the world’s ever heard.