Troy works as a freelance writer, researcher, and editor. He writes historical site characterization reports for those performing remediation on former resource extraction sites, software instruction and help guides, and edits the research of others as well. His true passion is writing dark, psychological thrillers. His work includes Broken Bones, a collection of his short stories, Redemption the first in the Samuel Elijah Johnson Series, Temptation the sequel to Redemption, along with the horror Satanarium, co-authored with Poppet, a brilliant author from South Africa and published by Wild Wolf Publishing. His next novel, Stray Ally, will be published March 4th by Tirgearr Publishing. The final in the Samuel Elijah Johnson Series, Confession will be published May 1st.
Troy lives with his wife of twelve years, two of his five children and two very talented dogs. He is a skier, cyclist, hiker, fisherman, hunter, and a terrible beginning golfer.
Don’t you just love them? Owt for Nowt?
Well, not quite that, of course, but you get my drift. I hope. A giveaway. A freebie. A few clicks and the prize could be in your hands. I love ’em, personally.
I used to enter so many competitions. My lunch hour would be filled with writing out postcards, I’d be throwing out emails and surfing the internet to find them. My wallet would bulge with packs of stamps.
And I’d win.
I’ve won some wonderful prizes. One of my first was a pair of tickets to the cinema. I was excited even though that particular chain of cinemas didn’t have one anywhere near me. I won a Pot Noodle voucher. Similar tingles even though I don’t actually like Pot Noodles.
I once won a flight to Sydney, Australia that was expensive enough for me to change it to take my family to Disneyland Paris. There’s been money, a trip to Paris that coincided with the release of a Tomb Raider game (and the prize included the console and game to play them on). One prize was a trip to the Lynx villa, somewhere hot (I can’t remember when), where they were having a big weekend party with celebrity DJs. It left, unfortunately, on the day we were going to Paris for other competition. Often, you can’t transfer prizes to someone else, but you could in this case. So I sold it to a friend and had extra pocket money for the trip!
Competitions, and the time to enter them, have taken a back seat nowadays. I write when I can and when I can’t, I’m working or with my family. As such, it’s been a while since a winning envelope dropped through my letterbox or I had a special telephone call.
But, I still enter them, when I can. Even if it’s something small, I still get a bubble of something other than wind in anticipation of winning the Grand Prize.
As such, I’m delighted to be able to actually announce a competition. Myrddin, my publishing group with whom Dark Places has entered the world, are running a giveaway.
The prize is a $100 Amazon gift card and the closing date is 26th May. It isn’t limited to any locale, so you can enter from anywhere in the world. All you have to do is Like the Myrddin Facebook page or Tweet the competition. You can use the Rafflecopter towards the top right of this blog, or visit http://www.facebook.com/MyrddinPublishing and click on Giveaway beneath the banner.
Good luck, whomever and wherever you are. Don’t, for one moment, think you have no chance of winning and let that prevent you from entering. You have every chance. And I sincerely hope you do!
Remember. You’ve got to be IN it to WIN it.
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Is she a lady? She’s called as much, and I wouldn’t want to besmirch her good name by suggesting otherwise or by calling ‘her’ a ‘him’ or ‘she’ a ‘he’. But, IS she a lady?Female, perhaps, but would an actual LADY, all grace and goodness, be bad?
Let’s face it, luck can be so bad you’d think it had the devil in her. You’d think a little case of demonic possession was going on and Luck was sneering at you with red eyes glowing and sharp teeth gleaming.
So, a Lady or just female. Not that I’m saying women are demonically possessed, of course. We’re talking ‘luck’ here, not the ‘fairer’ sex. I’m just saying, Luck is generally referred to as a her. Same as a ship.
“God bless her and all who sail in her!” the Royal Highness or Mayor of Wotsit would proclaim whilst wasting a perfectly palatable bottle of bubbly by smashing it against the side.
Naturally, no-one sails in Luck – you’d sink. And there’s no way to steer. But, by the same token, a ship can’t help you win the lottery. I suppose they chat about that over a glass of wine on a Friday evening. Oh, no, they can’t. Some dignitary smashed it against the brow of the boat! Oh well. There’s some cans of Apple Tango in the conservatory.
Anywho. Luck. Bless her, and all who get swept along when she’s in a good mood, or smashed over the head with a bottle of Bad when she’s not.
We’ve been on more than nodding terms, her and I. In the past, of course. Almost on speaking terms, no less. I’ve won numerous competitions – money, holidays in fabulous hotels, computers and so on. I met a wonderful girl. Luck and I were getting on great.
Then I had to jinx it.
What is a jinx? Is it a creature that hides in the shadows, waiting to trip up Luck when she’s skipping along? Is it the last train from Happiness Station, with no stops till midnight? Either way, see a penny, pick it up…
You know how it goes. ‘And all day long you’ll have good luck.’ Well, clearly Luck didn’t want to be tied to me in that way, especially when that penny was a TWO pence. Especially when that TWO pence was jealous of my fraternisations with Luck and decided to let the Jinx juggle with my juices. Especially, in fact, when the two pence let the Jinx smash me over the head with Luck.
Well, a lady is bound to take offence at that, isn’t she?
Take a look at me now. Someone should write a song.
In an asylum. Escaping the screams. And the pain. If only the pain was my own, though, the fact that it isn’t sort of makes it more so mine.
Luck. Lady or not, she’s turned her back on me.
Maybe she won’t on you. Maybe you have my luck. Be careful with it. Treat it ‘like a lady’. Try it out! Here’s a perfect opportunity!
I’m told, by Jeremy – the only orderly to at least treat us like people – that there’s a competition. A giveaway. You can win an Amazon Kindle Fire, amongst other fabulous things. I’ve put a link on the right hand side of this blog and there’s a page for it on that Shaun Allan’s page. He’s a writer or something. He’s called his website www.shaunallan.co.uk which, I think, is genius. no, really. Wouldn’t have thought of that myself…
Anywho-be-do. Try your luck, before someone else does. You’ve got to be in it to win it. Being stuck in an asylum, I’m unable to enter.
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