Sir Poops and Hair Ball: ISWG: When the Zombie Apocolypse Hits

Hello, nice people!

It's me Hair Ball today. Sir Poops is sound asleep snoring. Mummsy  has a bad case of the flu - something she very rarely gets. And Daddy-O, thank God went to work. He's been ranting about the data Mummsy used to do all her writerly stuff with.

I think she needs to get her own phone and plan and pay for it herself. That's my opinion anyway. What do I know? I'm just a fur-peep.

Anyway, I noticed something in Mummsy's email about something called Grammarly. They wanted her to blog about it. But she's lost it already and can't find her file on it (she seems to do this a lot lately). So I'm going to post about it instead.

After checking out their site, I would say this program would be great to have in case of a Zombie-Ebola-Apocalypse hits us. It's not like most writers want to meander beyond their stories and computers anyway. But just in case, you may want to pay for Grammarly's services. 

I don't know how anyone could possibly make it through the Zombie-Ebola Zones so they could get to their live critique group (I know. I watch The Walking Dead with Mummsy). I don't think Post-It Notes and pens will protect any of you.

Their services offer a check on your grammar, word choice and plagiarism. YOU CAN FIND GRAMMARLY HERE.


Has anyone ever used this service?

Today's post was brought to you by Alex J. Cavanaugh's Insecure Writer's Group. It's for the soul purpose of scratching each other's bellies and sharing treats. And sometimes a little bit of butt-huffing.

Lots of licks and belly rubs,
Hair Ball

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: The Vanished Knight Cover Reveal

 

  SPAL: Hello, nice people. I’ve been busy today. Mummsy had me in the Great White Watery Abyss of Torture today. She’s been washing the zombie germs off me. It’s better than being quarantined away from everyone. That’s what’s happening on The Walking Dead as of this past Sunday.

HB: Enough with the zombie talk, pansy.

SPAL: But I like Glenn. He can’t get sick and turn into a zombie. What would happen to his girl Maggie? It makes me sad to think about him …. turning ….***he wails***

HB: It’s a stupid show.

SPAL: But I care about all those poor people. ***he sniffles*** It’s a really good show.

 

HB: Whatever. Right now, we’re supposed to be doing a cover reveal, for M. Gerrick. Not talking about The Walking Dead. Her cover has been making a tour. And today its our turn to share it.

SPAL: It is a lovely cover with a suspenseful blurb.

 

Blurb

Since the death of her parents, Callan Blair has been shunted from one foster family to another, her dangerous secret forcing the move each time. Her latest foster family quickly ships her off to an exclusive boarding school in the Cumbrian countryside. While her foster-brother James makes it his mission to get Callan expelled, a nearby ancient castle holds the secret doorway to another land...

When Callan is forced through the doorway, she finds herself in the magical continent of Tardith, where she’s shocked to learn her schoolmates Gawain and Darrion are respected soldiers in service to the king of Nordaine, one of Tardith's realms. More than that, the two are potential heirs to the Black Knight—Nordaine's crown prince.

But when the Black Knight fails to return from a mysterious trip, the realm teeters on the brink of war. Darrion and Gawain set out to find him, while Callan discovers there is more to her family history than she thought. The elves are claiming she is their princess.

Now with Darrion growing ever more antagonistic and her friendship with Gawain blossoming, Callan must decide whether to stay in Nordaine—where her secret grows ever more threatening—or go to the elves and uncover the truth about her family before war sets the realms afire.

Bio

M. Gerrick (AKA Misha Gericke) has basically created stories since before she could write. Many of those stories grew up with her and can be seen in her current projects. She lives close to Cape Town, with a view over False Bay and Table Mountain.

If you’d like to contact her, feel free to mail her at warofsixcrowns(AT)gmail(DOT)com, Circle her on Google Plus or follow her on Twitter. If you'd like to see her writer-side (beware, it's pretty insane), please feel free to check out her blog. You can also add The Vanished Knight on Goodreads.

Links: 

Amazon

Amazon UK

Barnes & Noble

Kobo

All Romance Reads

Amazon France

Amazon Germany

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Discussing Zombies

SPAL: Hello, nice people. I sure hope I don’t have the strange flu they’ve caught on The Walking Dead. My tummy’s been upset and Mummsy has put me back on canned food with probiotics.

HB: Yeah. Hello, nice people. My brother is such a pansy. He can’t even stomach watching the show. But I am fearless and brave. Those stupid zombies don’t scare me.

SPAL: But what if I turn into one? What if my respiratory system explodes through my mouth, ears, and nose?

HB:Zombies aren’t real, pansy.

SPAL: They are too.

HB: Are not.

SPAL: Are too.

HB: Well…I just hope Mummsy doesn’t feed us any live or dead rats for treats. That’s gross.

SPAL: Only zombies eat nasty things like that. And we’re not zombies…well, I’m not one yet. Please don’t let me turn. I never want to be like Cujo and bite Mummsy like he bit his.

HB: He didn’t have zombie flu. He had rabies. Remember?

SPAL: I don’t want rabies either. ***he begins to sob***

HB:  Well, if you turn, maybe you’ll be some cool zombie dog like on I Am Legend.

SPAL:  ***He wails*** Yeah. But they bit Sam, the good German Shepherd dog and then---

HB: I know. His Daddy-O snapped his neck. ***he shivers***

SPAL: Let’s talk about something else. I don’t like where this conversation is going. ***he sniffles***

HB: Me neither.