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Byron: the Prize is Here!

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G’day, mates! Byron the Quokka here–and so is the prize for the human who posts Comment No. 50,000 on this blog.

Yep, it came in the mail this morning, so now you can be sure that one of you will win it. Here on Rottnest Island, us quokkas are getting up a pool to see who can pick the winner. I’m not allowed to tell you who I’m betting on, so don’t ask.

Any road, 50,000 comments is a big milestone and it’ll only come along once, so the prize has to be something special. Which it is!

Well, then, what is it? Ha! When we’ve got 49,000 views, that’s when I’ll tell you–and then watch everybody scramble to be No. 50,000. Crikey, we’re making history!


Huff-puff-puff, I Did It!

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Well, I’ve just cranked out and submitted my Newswithviews column for the week. Thanks to all of you who were pulling for me! But my head feels like it’s been used for a basketball.

The hardest part was shifting my focus from writing another chapter of The Wind From Heaven to writing about the inane goings-on in this shameful era of our history. Hint: the novel is a lot more fun.

So I contemplated the past few days’ blog posts and found two that seemed to go together very well: “Beyond Putrid” and the one about the Youth Climate Strike. Tune in Thursday to see how I did it.

And now I think I’ve earned the right to sit outside on this beautiful September day and do a crossword puzzle. Don’t worry–I’ve already done my bike ride.


C’mon, Mates! Help Lee Out

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G’day! Byron the Quokka here, clandestinely–don’t want Lee to know about it.

Thing is, the poor blighter has to write a Newswithviews column today and he don’t know what to write about. Well, crikey, says I! Betcha one o’ those great big coins with a kangaroo on it that one of you readers out there can come up with a topic. Me, I’d like him to do one of those satires: maybe something about how quokkas make do without pianos (except one family I know has their nest inside a piano, I don’t know how they managed it).

Well, if you have any ideas, just send ’em in this morning, he’s got to write it up this afternoon.

That’s me in the picture up there, by the way, coming back outside after my How to Write Good lesson with Ms. Crepuscular.


Charging Blindly into the Story

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My weekend allergy attack has abated (that’s three weekends in a row), the sun is shining, I’ve got my eye on a good Sabbath rest–and tomorrow I’ve got to plunge back into my new book, Bell Mountain No. 13, The Wind from Heaven.

I just spent a week typing the four or five newest chapters and sending them in to my editor. I give her the book in pieces so she can stop me if anything goes haywire. So far, nothing has. The last bunch of chapters moved her to say, “This story is moving so fast, you’re gonna need a seat-belt to read it.”

I have absolutely no idea where it’s going. Events are piling up like storm clouds, the wind from Heaven’s blowing hard, and I’m just writing it down. I reckon I’m a little over halfway done. I’ve got to finish before the cold weather sets in. I defy anyone to write a decent fantasy novel indoors with the phone ringing every five minutes with a nuisance call. (Congress really ought to do something about that: it’s getting out of hand.) I mean, they’re still calling me to hit up Aunt Joan for money, and she’s been dead for a year and a half. But I digress.

How will this story climax? Where will the clouds finally burst?

When I find out, I’ll write it down.

[Note: If you’re new here, and want to find out more about my books, just go to the home page and click “Books.” It’s all there.]


Bell Mountain Trivia Question No. 15

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G’day! That’s me, Byron the Quokka, jumping across the shark-infested River of Doom to bring you Question No. 15 in our Bell Mountain trivia contest. Whew–got across unscathed! And here’s your question:

In what battle was Angel, King Ryons’ hawk, honored by the Hosa warriors?

Only five questions to go, and I’m afraid I’m gunner have to make ’em hard, from here on out. How fast can you read Bell Mountain books? Meanwhile, if you’re new here and you don’t know what I’m talking about, just go to the home page and click “Books.”

Well, I got across the River of Doom all right. Now comes the tricky part: getting back.


Byron: Another Friendly Reminder

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G’day, mates! Byron the Quokka here–and why do I look so blinkin’ happy?

Well, all right, we quokkas are happy most of the time. But today we just found out that we’re able to offer that fantastic prize we talked about, to whoever wins the big comment contest and posts Comment No. 50,000.

Ah, but what is it? Sorry, but I’m not allowed to tell you that until we have 49,000 comments. Last I looked, we have 48,541. So if you want to see what the prize is… well, get chatting. And then watch those last thousand comments go up like crazy!

Tomorrow I’ll put up Question No. 15 of the Bell Mountain trivia contest–that’s 15 out of 20. Whoever wins that one gets an autographed book. We do have someone in the lead, but I’d rather not tell you who it is. You can have fun trying to guess!

And now I’m late for my How To Write A Great Novel lesson with Ms. Violet Crepuscular, so I’ll see you tomorrow.


Byron: ‘Where Is Everybody?’

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Oi! Where is everybody this morning?

Byron the Quokka here, mates–and I just stopped by to give you a friendly reminder, which is this.

The current ongoing comment contest is heading towards 50,000 comments on this blog, a major dinkum milestone, and there’ll be a special prize for the winner. We won’t tell you what the prize is until we’ve reached 49,000 comments–because we want to see the fur fly, once readers realize what a fantastic prize this is. We’re just a few hundred comments away from that.

Now I’m supposed to be running this thing, and it makes me look bad when there’s only one comment up so far today. A duck-billed platypus could do better than that!


Byron Presents: Bell Mountain Trivia Question No. 14

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G’day, mates! Byron the Quokka here: and Lee had to take the cat to the vet for her checkup, so he left me in charge. It’s a big responsibility!

But first things first: the Bell Mountain trivia contest, Question No. 14. Remember, I warned you the questions’d get harder as we moved toward No. 20. But first, No. 14:

Where did Barseen and Uncle Shesh come from?

Oh! And that SUV parked behind me–I’m trying to get Lee to make that the prize for winning this contest.

But he won’t listen to me unless he comes home and finds I got this blog a ton of views while he was out. Oi! Tell your friends about it! Let’s make this a blog day to remember–it’ll look great on my resume.


Sick Again!

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I thought I was going to get through a weekend, for once, without an allergy attack. What ever gave me that idea? It found me in the middle of the afternoon and hasn’t stopped torturing me since.

I had a hellish night. Had no use of my nostrils until 5:30 in the morning.

This is at least the fourth weekend this summer that I’ve been afflicted. It’s gotten so I expect it. Can it be that I’ll be forced to sit and vegetate in yet another doctor’s office? I didn’t have any of this at all until mid-June.

And the tenant from Mordor has decided to build a “shed” for his motorized tricycle right outside my front door. The landlord lets him do anything he wants. I’m too sick to stop him.


We Did It–10,000 Views

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This illustration is here only because I love the Brachiosaurus–more of God’s stuff, don’t you know.

In case you missed the announcement last night, we made it to 10,000 views for the month of August–with 100 extra thrown in. The quokkas threw a party, then demanded that we get 10,000 for September, too.

Also my allergy attack has finally let up on me this morning–24 hours of misery, then it stops. That’s about the fifth time this summer.

Meanwhile, it’s a beautiful day, I’m going to enjoy my sabbath rest, gonna smoke a cigar… and then see what’s cooking with Oy, Rodney.


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