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February 20, 2013 weekly round up
- Well, the free day went well, and shifted several hundred ebooks. That's more than I expected for something I did spur of the moment with no promotion. With luck some readers will enjoy it.My rather larger update has to do with the blog: I'm migrating my old blogger content to this blog, having found a way to do it successfully with a redirect on the original pages so the links redirect instead of breaking. The small downside is that the importer has been rather too enthusiatic in creating new categories, so I'm going to be doing a bit of trimming once it has finished. Meanwhile, if you spot any other problems on the blog with the imported content, please let me know.Otherwise my spare time, if I have any today, will be spent writing. Unfortunately my current project switched genre on meRead More
"I don’t think he planned that far. You missed him trying to get Rose’s help, through an odd mix of begging and barking." Jake’s tone was light, and Jim grinned. The crop sprayer pilot had never been good at asking for help, even when he needed it.
"You know she’s not qualified to work on it, right?" he asked and Jake nodded.
"That’s what she said. Think you might know anyone who could give him a hand?" Jake’s suggestion was deliberately casual and Jim sucked his breath through his teeth in mock thought.
"A few. Say ten or so." He knew her old crew would be more than happy to have a quick look up here and see what had happened to their old lady. Looking down at Matt, now shifting the stepladder along the wing to a new spot, Jim smiled. She might not be his, but hisRead More
"Yeah. Who’d you think had to do the fire assessment for Matt when he decided to bid for it?"
"You could’ve told me!" Jim snapped, and Jake waved a reproving finger at him.
"No I couldn’t. Professional confidentiality. Besides if you’re too dumb to check who actually won the auction, or actualy talk to your brother, or even look left at the huge grey nuclear bomber that you drove right passed -"
"Ok, ok." Jim went back to watching the old crop sprayer pilot scrubbing industriously at the paint, reflecting that his brother could be particularly annoying when he was right. "Who’s he planning to get to help him look after it?"~The story updates daily at my twitter feed, under hashtag #vhfstr1.Read More
It was true, Jim knew. He had deliberately avoided looking, since the last thing he had wanted was to watch Matt's planes when he had just lost the auction for his own. Turning the magnification up to full he surveyed the aircraft, the eight propellers gleaming before four engines. The faded grey livery showed that this was an old, old, lady, and yet she still looked ready to fly. As he looked along the wing he stifled a chuckle. Matt was already up on a stepladder with a bucket and cleaning supplies, attacking the grime on the grey surface. Then Jim suddenly realised –
"Hold on. That means you already knew I lost." Jim lowered the binoculars and gave his brother an accusing glare.~The story updates daily at my twitter feed, under hashtag #vhfstr1.Read More
"Yep. Matt heard there was a plane up for sale, and you know what he’s like." Jake sounded rather pleased with himself. "Thought he’d get a gate guardian, and god knows he’s got the hanger space."
"He spent that much on a gate guardian?" Jim sounded incredulous and Jake sniggered.
"And what were you going to do with it? Tour flights?" Jim ignored him, lifting the binoculars to take a closer look. The markings were all still in place, and he knew without a doubt that this was his aircraft - even if he now had to accept it was Matt’s.
"How?" he asked quietly, slightly stunned.
"She arrived this morning. You must've been too busy sulking to notice or you'd have seen her when we drove passed."~The story updates daily at my twitter feed, under hashtagRead More
Jim shrugged free and turned away from the airfield, reluctant to be reminded of his aircraft, now on its way to the breaker’s yard. The faint hum of a microlite in the distance did nothing to improve his mood.
"So what’s so important?" he asked irritably, and Jake shook his head in exasperation.
"Look, idiot." Jim’s eyes followed Jake’s pointing hand automatically, and his retort died unsaid.He didn’t need binoculars to know the silhouette even at that distance. The grey frame, with its stub nose and the long glider-like wings with their unique propellers was unmistakeable. He gaped for a moment before collecting himself enough to speak.
"Is that -?"~The story updates daily at my twitter feed, under hashtag #vhfstr1.Read More
"Then try these." Jake handed him a pair of binoculars, all-too-conveniently to hand, and Jim took them. They had obviously been fished out or a cupboard and recently cleaned.
"What've you been setting up?" he asked, suspiciously.
"Go and look," Jake replied. The annoying grin was still there. Realising that he wasn’t going to be left alone to get drunk quietly, Jim gave in.
"Fine. Sooner I get this done, the sooner I can get down to drinking." Jake chuckled, stood up and,gripping Jim’s shoulders, propelled his brother towards the door. Out in front of the house, Jim shrugged free and turned away from the airfield,~The story updates daily at my twitter feed, under hashtag #vhfstr1.Read More
"Eighteen effing minutes," Jim muttered sullenly, and his brother grinned back.
"Still older," Jake retorted, leaning against the fridge and blocking Jim from grabbing for another can.
"So why don’t you bugger off and let me get drunk in peace?"
"Because before you get completely hammered, I think you want to have a look at Matt’s place." Jim looked up about to say that he had just lost a plane, the last thing he wanted to do was look at more,and then he saw the look on his brother’s face. Jake was entirely too smug.
"I’m not driving all the way to the other end of the valley," Jim said.~The story updates daily at my twitter feed, under hashtag #vhfstr1.Read More
Jim glared for a moment as the truth of the comment sunk in, and then slouched in his chair.
"Why are you having a go? I lost the bleeding auction anyway."
"Because I don't want you doing something silly. You know, like spending two years savings on a plane that can’t even fly -"
"Oh shut it!” Jim had had enough. His brother was being eminently reasonable, and somehow that made it worse. "So you’re so much older and more responsible -"
"Yes, which means saving my little brother from being an idiot is in the job description."~The story updates daily at my twitter feed, under hashtag #vhfstr1.Read More
"Is it capable of carrying a nuclear device, yes or no?" As Jim paused, he pressed. "Well?"
"Yes, but she only dropped lifeboats." Jake raised an eyebrow.
"Which doesn’t answer the question of what you would do with it. You don’t own an airstrip for a start - "
"I’d have begged Matt." Jim admitted.
"And Jill would have laid out completely reasonable hanger fees that you couldn’t afford." Jake pointed out. Matt’s crop sprayer operation was run on a tight budget and Jill, the manager, was not the type to let friendship get in the way of business sense.~The story updates daily at my twitter feed, under hashtag #vhfstr1.Read More