Another Contest for My Readers

book cover of  Bell Mountain Series

Let’s face it–this little blog, and you, my readers, are all the advertising that I’ve got.

When it comes to Customer Reviews on amazon.com, the lowest rating I’ve ever received for any of my books is three stars; but mostly it’s five stars, with a few fours thrown in. My sales figures, though–well, the less said about them, the better.

So how about this? Another contest.

The first reader to persuade five other readers to buy one of my books will earn my undying gratitude, plus an autographed copy of one of my books, your choice. I hope this doesn’t turn out to be a much harder job than I expected. Gotta try it, though–word-of-mouth advertising can sometimes do a lot.

We’ll have another comment contest coming up soon, too, as we close in on 5,000 comments. But for the time being, hey, I need more readers.

Will this work? Search me. Only one way to find out, and that’s to try it. Tally-ho!

P.S., How to Enter–Why, that’s easy. Just leave a comment to let me know when you’ve recruited five new readers.

P.P.S.–My wife says, “Five? Isn’t that a bit much?” So all right, I’ll change it to three. The first to find three new readers wins the contest.

This Is My Cat

This is Robbie, my little girl who needs an inhaler mask. Patty took her picture and the Old Farmer’s Almanac published it in 2006.

Her sister, Peep, has not had her picture published anywhere. Not yet.

Conspiracy Baloney Aimed at Our Lord

We watched the new X-Files last night. Patty is crazy about The X-Files. I’m not. All that conspiracy stuff gets to me.

When the show was over–complete with liberal TV wallah’s definition of “a conservative,” Heaven help us–I checked my blog… only to find still more conspiracy theorizing, this time by a reader.

It is not possible that anyone could be so dense as to spend a minute or two here and not realize it’s a Christian blog. But anti-Christians have this enormous sense of entitlement that empowers them to bad-mouth Christians’ most sacred beliefs, and no manners, either–they’re like someone who barges into your living room and pees on your couch.

So this guy comes on to tell me there was never any such person as Jesus Christ. Nope, you don’t have a Savior. Jesus, you see, never existed. He and the whole New Testament were “written in secret, by the Roman aristocracy–” what? all of them?–“as an antidote to Judaism.” It was all a conspiracy, you dig? A Roman conspiracy against the Jews!

But, Mr. Conspiracy Monger, the Romans had no need to conspire against the Jews. They had this thing called the Roman Army, and when some little nation like Judea bugged them, they sent the Roman Army over to kill them. End of problem.

There is evil at large in this world; and although its face is human, it serves spiritual wickedness in high places.

And in the end, God wins.

Global Warming Strikes Again

As you can see, I’m running very late today: had to shovel several tons of Global Warming off my car. Yes, I know–all the cold and snow is caused by all the warming. That’s why I heat my soup in the freezer. Global Warming also causes Homophobia, Transphobia, Income Inequality, Ableism, and a bunch of other stuff.

But not to worry, the government will take care of all of that. As long as we give them undreamed-of powers over every aspect of our lives and sign away the last vestiges of our liberties. Oh, and also submit to Global Government.

I must say those couple of months of riding my bike every day, they’ve paid off. I have much better wind than I had before I got the bike. Eat your heart out, Planet Fitness.

Hello, Anybody Out There?

Where is everybody today? No hymns requested, no funny comments–I hope you’re all okay. Gee, that sounds like it could turn into a poem. Don’t sorry, I won’t let it. If I start spouting poetry, there won’t be anybody here at all.

We have our first little bit of snow tonight, and it’s beautiful. When Patty wakes up, we’ll watch some Hercule Poirot. And tomorrow, back to work. Hi-ho, hi-ho.

Fellow Bloggers and Readers! Gimme a Boost (Please!)

A reader has pointed out to me (thank you, Jaroc Swift!) that I haven’t been making good use of the social media. That’s because I’m an ignoramus when it comes to stuff like that. No, really–I never even thought about it.

So I’m acting on what I believe to be an excellent suggestion, and appealing to my readers and my fellow bloggers to share (Share?) my posts, etc., on assorted social media, including Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, and whatever else there is out there. Remember how long it took me to learn how to post pictures and videos up here? That’ll give you an idea why I’ve been so behind-hand vis-a-vis the social media.

My publisher doesn’t do hardly any advertising, and has never had the connections to get their books into the bookstores, so really all I’ve got is this blog. No wonder “Abner Doubleday” thinks I’m an insect. (I would send Joe Collidge after him, but I’m pretty sure Joe is on his side.)

But if a few dozen of you, the few, the proud, start circulating my stuff around the social media, maybe I’ll come up in the world.

P.S.–Tomorrow, after I sleep on it and talk it over with Patty, I may have some news for you regarding my next Bell Mountain book.

One More Time: ‘He Hideth My Soul’

I love this 1890 hymn by Fanny Crosby. This version is performed by Nathan Sarvis, autoharp, Lyle Howard, guitar, and some of their family and friends.

I’ve just finished taking down my Christmas tree. *sigh* I pray next Christmas will find us all still here, all healthy and of sound mind, all grown nearer to Our Lord Jesus Christ–and our country on its way back to its right mind.

I Stand Rebuked

A certain very successful author, a big shot in Christian publishing and sort of a mover in Hollywood, is rather peeved with me for saying his supposedly Bible-based novels are full of anachronisms, inelegant language, stupid dialogue, and so on. Well, I kinda thought he might be.

How did he find out? Oh, I told him. Because I so long admired and enjoyed his non-fiction writing, I felt I owed it to him, before I wrote a review, to ask for an explanation of why he wrote those books the way he did.

I shoulda just kept my trap shut.

No, the big cheese was not happy that some microbe like me should be less than impressed by his fiction writing. His reply included the argument that his books must be masterpieces because they’ve sold lots and lots of copies. Too bad he didn’t write 50 Shades of Grey. He would’ve sold even more copies.

Well, if serves me right for trying to extend to him a courtesy that I don’t normally extend to the writer, when I review his book. It can get in the way of writing an honest review.

Oh, well, why should he care what I say? He sells lots and lots of copies.

A Sanity Break: Cat and Kitten

Just to take a breather, and enjoy a bit of sanity, here’s a mother cat hugging and comforting her kitten, who has been having a bad dream.

Come on, I dare you–try to beat this!

We Did It–4,000 Hits!

Pete Rose was the second player to get 4,000 hits. It took him a long time, and he’s still banned from baseball for betting on his team and never saying he was sorry.

This just in, boys and girls: we did it, we collected 4,000 hits for the month of December. Thank you, one and all.

New Year’s Day tomorrow, and this blog will be open for business as usual, hymn shop and all. I’ve already got a couple of requests to honor.

I have posted on this blog all 365 days of this year. I’ll try to keep it going.