Word mining and Ulsturr Scatch angst

Perhaps only writers will get this.

However, it is worth sharing by way of explanation.

This is a quick dispatch from the Word Mines.

No sooner had my publisher told me that Native Shore was being printed than I felt authorised to explore the next journey for my characters.

All of my writer colleagues fully got it.

A  huge weight had been lifted.

It was over.

Native Shore is done.

For the avoidance of doubt, all of my writing clann got the import of the featured image, but that’s a scéal eile.

So this brief offering is by way keeping faith with the many regular readers here.

Now, to business.

I had mentioned that Sevco’s PR superhero had deployed his diplomatic skills at a sit down recently.

Well, it was confirmed to me today that said conclave happened on Sunday night.

Dear reader, you will be reassured that throughout the meeting the DUP chap was quintessentially Bradaish!

I reckon that he isn’t having a good week.

Apparently, Sevco’s communications impresario has also been less than Zenlike about the coverage of the trip to Australia.

He doesn’t like the narrative that the basket of assets are “plus support” with Ange and the Bhoys being the headline act.

I was sceptical about the rumour that Celtic are receiving considerably more from the event organizers than the pariahs of Planet Fitba.

I thought it was just spin to soothe those in the green corner.

Well, perhaps not.

I’ve been told that Celtic were approached separately and it wasn’t offered as an Old Firm package.

I’m sure that the folk at Parkhead are also considering the relatively short jaunt from Australia to Japan to play a friendly while they are in that part of the world.

What is not in doubt is that once Celtic’s marketing operation swings into Aussie overdrive and in tandem with Adidas then it will be clear who is the bigger pull Down Under.

I think that might be colouring DUPMAN’s thinking.

In fairness, the superhero at Ibrox does have more to trouble him at the moment.

Apparently, the Club 1872 chaps are demanding a sit down about various troublesome matters.

A cynic might conclude that this is being driven by Mr King.

I, of course, couldn’t possibly comment.

Ah yes, commentary.

I’m not going to be around here for a while to moderate comments.

Therefore, there’s no point until I come for air again.

I do appreciate the interaction on here but word mining requires complete headspace.

If, in the months ahead, you find yourself holding a copy of Native Shore in your hands just know that it started as a few ideas in a notebook in November 2018.

The manuscript was completed and submitted last summer.

Then the real work started.

So, I’m back to the Moleskine and the pen.

If there’s a quick, easy, pain-free way of writing a novel then I haven’t discovered it.

No doubt when I return to this place Sevco will still be a shitshow with a racist klanbase.

Moreover, the Stenography Corps will be willfully looking the other way.