Author: KokkieH

My GRL Blog Tour Volunteer Recognition – Herman Kok

An interesting look at my blog through someone else’s eyes. While you’re there, be sure to check out John’s new book.

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I want to thank Herman Kok for helping with the My GRL launch. He has a blog If All Else Fails Use a Hammerwhich has a sub-text of An Exercise in Percussive Maintenance. So what does all that mean? A visit to his blog quickly explains under the About Hammers tab: “Percussive maintenance is the fine art of bludgeoning an electronic device in order to encourage it to work properly (Urban Dictionary).”  Herman further explains: “So this is me whacking stuff (and sometimes just myself) with a verbal hammer.”

A visit to the blog is like going to a multi-faceted, talented, and sumptuous buffet of words and ideas. More words from Herman about this:   If you’re looking for a single-subject blog you’re in the wrong place.  “While I aim to mostly write fiction and book-related posts, you’ll also get photography, philosophy, recipes and social commentary (which shouldn’t…

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Song Title Challenge #34: Tuva.Rock – Yat-Kha

It’s time for this week’s Song Title Challenge.

Write a short piece of fiction, around 300 words, using the song title as your story title but don’t listen to the song.  You can pick your own genre or use the one suggested to me.  Remember to link back to this post so I can find yours.

If you would like to suggest a song title for a future post, you can do so from the challenge page.  You can also leave a suggestion on the Facebook page.

This week’s song is Tuva.Rock (yes, that’s a full stop in the middle of the title) by Yat-Kha and the genre is action.  Thanks to bumblepuppies for the suggestion.

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Smell the Witch

An excellent response to this week’s Song Title Challenge. Just thought I’d share it with you.

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He woke slowly, letting the pain going on inside his skull take its own sweet time to register. The aromas of cigarette smoke and scotch hung in the air, while the smell of sweat clung to the sheets of the empty bed.  I can still smell the witch, Jerry thought grimly as the perfumes of last night swirled around him; it was the scent of the woman whose enchantments he could never seem to break free of. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds, as he sat up on the corner of the bed and held his head in his hands.  He groaned and began to rub his temples. It was like this every time.

Nights with her always started out full of excitement and promises and concluded with him falling into slumber in her embrace. When the sun came up, she would always be…

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