G’day! Byron the Quokka here, reminding you that we have a comment contest going. Our goal is 70,000 comments–with only 579 left to go.
[Editor’s note: We’re wondering if there’s an Internet outage somewhere, because we haven’t heard from any of our most prolific commenters today. We also have reports of readers’ email conking out. ]
Here I’d like to turn it over to Quokka University’s life coach, Horatio the jumping spider.
Thank you, Byron. First I’d like to say that bugs are good for you, catch as many as you can. This solves most of life’s problems. It’s always worked for me.
Anyhow, the winner of the comment contest will receive an autographed copy of Lee’s book, His Mercy Endureth Forever. If you already have it, you can hold out for the next book in the series, The Wind from Heaven, which has not yet been published but it won’t be long now.
Meanwhile, a select committee of quokkas is still working on the problem of how much tuition to charge and whether it should include a season’s pass to QU’s pick-up sticks matches.
But by all means we want to read your comments! Really, what’s the point of having six eyes if you don’t have anything to read? (That’s one for the Philosophy Dept.)
G’day! Byron the Quokka, back with comment contest news.
Would you believe it? Yesterday I announce we’ve only got 700 comments to go to get to 70,000, major milestone and all that, comment contest going, winner gets a book, etc., etc.–and today there’s just a single comment. It’s like telling everybody that the contest is reaching its crescendo… well, sort of shut them up. It’s like the director yells “Action!” and everybody just sits on the floor. Go figure!
Well, I told the guy he ought to offer a bicycle as the prize. Look behind me–there’s another perfectly good bike left standing there for anyone to take. Humans are so careless! You should put your bike lin your burrow when you aren’t using it.
Anyhow, the prize for No. 70,000 is an autographed copy of Lee’s new book, His Mercy Endureth Forever (instead of a bicycle–what can I say?), or you can hold out for the next book, The Wind from Heaven.
Ahem! The winner of our Second Annual Christmas Carol Contest, with Joy to the World by Nat King Cole, is [trumpet fanfare]–
Hey! You! I asked for a drum roll, didn’t I? Look alive up there, willya? Now where was I? Byron, have you seen that piece of paper with the numbers on it? “It’s right there in front of you, boss. Don’t be so nervous.”
Ah. Yes. Our carol contest winner. Y’know, it was a funny thing. The winning entry was posted on the day after the contest opened, got 25 views that day, and no one ever overtook it. I never expected that to happen. I thought the lead would change hands again and again, leading to unbearable suspense and lots of hyperventilating. But the only one who hyperventilated was Byron the Quokka’s Uncle Ulysses, who always hyperventilates around this time of year anyway.
What? What did you kick me for? Who do you think you’re poking? What’s that? “The winner, boss! Who is the winner?”
Didn’t I say? Sorry! Gimme another trumpet fanfare. [Drum roll] (He sighs. There is nothing to be done about it.)
The winner of our Second Annual Christmas Carol Contest is… Erlene!
That means you get an autographed copy of His Mercy Endureth Forever, Erlene–or any earlier book in the series (except Bell Mountain, I’ve run out of those), or you can wait for The Wind from Heaven, whenever it gets published: sometime this spring, I expect. Anyway, send me your mailing address and tell me what book you’d like to get–we’ll do the rest at our end.
Thanks, everybody, for playing and enjoying our carol contest. We’ll keep on posting Christmas carols for as long as you want them–and don’t forget the comment contest, which has started already!
A guy can go to his friends when he needs encouragement–right? And some of you out there really are my friends.
Bell Mountain No. 12, His Mercy Endureth Forever, is, like, totally bombing. Hardly anyone is buying it. And except for Ina’s review on amazon’s UK page, the few reviews I’ve got are along the lines of “Why don’t you stop writing this stuff already?” Yeesh. Is it really that bad?
Oh, but a writer ought to have more confidence! Yeah? I don’t know about others, but every time I go out there with a new book, it’s like the very first time all over again. You expect to get booed off the stage.
Edgar Rice Burroughs got sick of writing Tarzan, and Agatha Christie got sick of writing Hercule Poirot. But they kept writing those series because the readers kept wanting more. I’m not sick of my series, I’m attached to the characters–but my confidence has been shaken.
So tell me, if you can–does anybody like this book?
I’ve just finished writing another chapter set of Behold!, Book No. 14 of my Bell Mountain series. Meanwhile, No. 12, His Mercy Endureth Forever, is kind of clunking along and No. 13, The Wind from Heaven, is being edited and needs cover art.
I’ll have to get this chapter set typed up and sent to Susan for editing, and then write fast to get it done before the weather gets too cold. This is hard because I don’t yet know how the story is going to turn out. The Lord hasn’t yet given me that.
There are readers who say “Enough already, put Bell Mountain to bed.” Others say, “Oh, no–keep going!” But it’s not entirely up to me. I can only write what the Lord gives me. And at this point I’ve been writing these books long enough not to know what I’d do without them. I admit it: I would miss them. A lot.
Well, how about a book update, then? And meanwhile the latest addition to my Bell Mountain series, His Mercy Endureth Forever, doesn’t seem to have quite hit the mark on amazon.com.
Every day it doesn’t rain, I’m outside, writing Behold!, longhand on a legal pad. I got a nice piece of it done this morning.
But if you’re going to ask me, “Behold what?”, I’m afraid I don’t yet know. The title just popped into my head, so I used it. I suppose I could change the title, but I like to write these books according to the guidance I receive from the Lord, day by day. So I still don’t know what anybody in the story is going to behold. I’ve been in this situation many times before, though, and the Lord has never left me hanging.
Sometimes writing a novel is like playing chess. You have all these pieces to move, and if you can steer them into the right configuration, you’ll be in position to deliver checkmate. In the novel you’re moving characters, not chessmen; and for the story to turn out right, each character has to be moved into the right place to deliver the story’s climax.
With this book I feel like something’s got to come together soon because the warm weather won’t last but a month or two longer and I just can’t write fiction indoors. Too many distractions. But if it’s really cold outside, the ink won’t come out of my pen.
Congratulations to Phoebe, who has posted our 65,000th comment and thus won our current comment contest!
Phoebe, you get to pick your prize–either a paddle ball toy, or an autographed copy of my book, His Mercy Endureth Forever. If you pick the fli-back, it’s guaranteed your cat will someday make the little rubber ball disappear. But whatever you choose, please email me your mailing address.
Several readers came close to winning at the last minute–we had kind of a photo finish.
Now, then, if I can ever get this blog’s viewership numbers back to normal, I think we’ll have another contest when we approach 70,000 comments.
I really hoped we’d have a comment contest winner yesterday, but it didn’t happen. And today, so far, we have zero comments!
Did I mention the winner, the reader who posts Comment No. 65,000, gets an autographed paddle ball? Like this:
And of course this gigantic picture comes up when I was shooting for just a little-bitty one. Looks like it’s going to be that kind of day.
Or you can win an autographed copy of Lee’s new book, His Mercy Endureth Forever.
If nobody comments, then no one will win either of these fantastic spiffy prizes. I told him the prize ought to be a bicycle: he’d be combin’ comments out of his hair this morning. I told him, but does he listen? Crikey! At the rate he’s going, this blog’ll disappear altogether by Saturday. And there’ll be no one left to help us open Quokka University.
G’day! Byron here, with an important announcement.
There are only 300 comments to go before we hit 65,000! And whoever posts that milestone comment wins a prize. Either an autographed copy of Lee’s new book, His Mercy Endureth Forever…
Or, if you prefer, an autographed fli-back, paddle ball toy for those of you who are as daft as he is.
He’ll autograph that, too, so no one will think you went out to the Five & Ten and bought it yourself just so you could say you won it. I know a certain wallaby who does that… I don’t know who he thinks he’s fooling anymore.
And all you have to do to win either of these fantastic prizes is to post a comment! (Not just any comment. It has to be Comment No. 65,000. Thought I’d better clear that up.)
How soon can we get to 65,000 comments? At the moment, we have 64,205–that’s just 795 to go.
The lucky winner will get an autographed copy of Bell Mountain No. 12, His Mercy Endureth Forever. Or you can win a paddle ball toy, if you’d prefer. But the book has giant hyenas in it. That’s got to count for something.
The book’s not selling that well, blog traffic has trickled down to 2015 levels, and I have no idea what to do to pump things up around here. I am advised not to resort to using click bait or misleading headlines. How about more recipes by some guy who can’t cook? That would be me.
I wonder if the nooze has made enough people depressed enough so that it reaches all the way down to this obscure blog and depresses the viewership. That’s just a theory. I welcome your speculations.