Jimmy Shand and Epilogue’s
I have been working on the third novel in my Planet Hy man series, Rebel Without a Crew and I’ve almost finished…apart from the epilogue and a Jimmy Shand dance scene.
Jimmy Shand is an inspiration to me. He’s a big wig in the Scottish dance scene. When I first moved to Scotland his music graced the eighties boozer, I worked in. Under his perky tunes, I learn to love whiskey, add up under the influence, smoke anything, cook a full fry up with a hangover and, through the smoky haze of the eighties understand German.
I know what I want to write but ending chapters always have me floundering.
I spent all morning trying to create dance scene that would give the reader a feeling of country dance under the influence of a strong spliff and all I'd accomplished was a pot of soup, three untouched cups of coffee (cold enough to cause a stain), and a stomach full of last’s night potato fried within an inch of its’ life.
I think I have goodbye issues, probably something to do with adults fading into the distance and never telling me where they are going let alone when they were coming back-bit unnerving when your ten.
As I got up from the laptop for the hundredth time, with thoughts of heating one of those leftover coffees, inspiration hit me like a wet flannel. I would soon have to let the world know my new book was out!
Time for a blog I thought and as I’d just had my teeth done, I decided to create a video of me reading, which was when I came across “one I made earlier,” of the first book, Rebel Without A Clue.
Waste not want not I thought and with the addition of a few humourist quotes and a bit of play with the color-hence the arty black and white, I slapped the video up on youtube…
So here to wet your funny bone is a wee read from an ole Aussie geezer…