Dun and Dusted is done and dusted. and with it the end of Poacher's Progress. A big thank you to the readers who stuck with the story from start to finish(gluttons for punishment).
Several readers bailed out in Book 1 when my use of 'proper' names for some of my characters 'took them out of the story'. Another blamed the behaviour of some of my characters in Book 3 for his reason for leaving. 'He/she wouldn't have done/said that'.
Most of the bailer-outers found Book 7 a story too far.'You seem to have lost the plot and are casting around to find an ending' or 'I don't find how Roman roads were constructed particularly interesting' to quote some of the reasons given for quitting.
All are valid reasons for slamming a book shut before the end and I thank them for sharing their opinions.
The last person to give the series the big e, or at least the last person with the courtesy to tell me why he left off reading any more of my stuff, did puzzle me. I quote. 'Well unfortunately my journey ends here. You have been going over the top for a while now but when you begin to reuse old Tarzan movies scenes, I'm finished. It was good while it lasted.'
I did reply to his email, asking which scenes he was referring to, as I am not too well up on Tarzan films other than some old Johnny Weissmuller ones where he swung through the jungle on a vine and rode on an elephant.
My story had none of the above and I wondered how I had managed to plagiarise Edgar Rice Burroughs with out realising it.
To date I've had no reply to my request so I throw the question open to a wider audience.
Where in 'Dun and Dusted Part 3' did I 'reuse old Tarzan movies scenes'?
So what happens next on Jack Green's writing extravaganza?
In the short term -- possibly longer - Sweet FA. Since being bitten by the writing bug nearly ten years ago pecking away at a keyboard has been my life. I think I have finally broken the addiction and am finally able to sample other experiences. I've never tried sky diving or bungy jumping, bog snorkelling or wicker bottomed chair repairing.
Freed from the curse of writing the world is now my lobster.
regards
Jack