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Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

WINDFALL OF THE WISE IS HERE!

A world in crisis. A fractured frightened and unhappy society. A daily litany of doom on the news from morning to night.
The world’s financial institutions haemorrhaging wealth and security like Niagara Falls. And in response to the crisis incompetent leaders run around like headless chickens, spending our money like a drunken sailor in a tawdry backstreet bordello.
All the while a global depression inches ever nearer.
But what if there were other options?
What we need is something that could at least get people thinking about an alternative. Something that can lift the mood a little.

Windfall of the Wise is a testament, a design for a different, better life.
A life where simple common sense reigns.
A life of freedom from meddling politicians.
A life without lies and propaganda.
A life free from the constraints of religious dogma.
A life devoid of wars.
A life where crime is all but eradicated.
A life where everyone is born truly equal.
A life lived within a mended, stable, and happy society.
A life based on mutual respect for all other people.
A life where every persons’ needs are met.
A life of absolute security.
A life free from hardship,
A life free from debt,
A life without money.

Just for a moment suspend disbelief, and imagine…

If we could only find the anger we could all be more secure.
If we could only find the courage, we could all be free.
If we could only find the will, it could be our life.

Windfall of the Wise is a response to the many problems we all share in this life. Problems brought about almost exclusively by the controlling presence in our lives of money.
In the present financial climate the stress of living with money is all too evident.
If you have it, someone is always trying to take it off you. If you don’t have it you know that life can be one hell of a struggle.
It has been at the root of almost every conflict.
It is at the bottom of corruption and the majority of all crime.
It is the absolute cause of poverty and hardship.
And it rules our lives to such an extent that we are losing our grip on our humanity- every waking hour spent chasing after it, or desperately trying to hold on to what we have already got.
It can even be argued that the health of Mother Earth herself is in dire jeopardy as a direct result of this absurd pursuit of financial wealth.

After years of mentally wrestling with this problem, author Max Speed has formulated an alternative idea.
Windfall of the Wise is a testament, a design for a different and better way of life.
One lived free from greed, wars, crime, and hardship. It is a life of true security, lived in a happy stable society. One borne of common sense, respect and absolute equality.

So suspend disbelief. If you cannot open your mind then at least keep it slightly ajar, and see whether you agree or disagree with his argument.

Windfall of the Wise is now available on-line at Amazon, it can be ordered in any branch of Waterstones Bookshops, or on-line at Authorhouse.com, Waterstones.com, Barnes and Noble.com, W H Smith online, or any branch of W H Smith. ISBN 9781438945934.

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Of Sport and Nostalgia. (And where I ditched the Fear.)

Friday, November 7th, 2008

Hello again,

  Bluesphinx here once more, and I hope you are all well.

  Four months ago I set myself the challenge of writing my first book, a novel, and I set aside a year for its completion. I have to admit that it’s not the easiest task I’ve ever attempted.

  Setting out what I wanted to say, and the order in which I wanted to say it was the hardest part, but once I had the basic framework of the narrative in mind, the words tended to flow from my head and out onto my keyboard with increasing ease.

  I have proof read the work four times now, and even though I now know the story off by heart, at last I can say that I am happy with the end result.

  Well, I am pleased to announce today that way ahead of schedule, I have at long last, completed the two hundred and ten page, one hundred and eight thousand word assignment-HOORAY!

   I now have the ambition to get the thing published-Let the search begin! Wouldn’t it be fantastic if it really took off and I were to hit the bestseller list?-A lovely flight of fancy, for sure, but really, I must always remember to keep my feet firmly on the ground!

  Anyway, look, a lot of people who embark upon the same journey for reasons best known to themselves give it up. If I never sell a single lousy book, I can at least state, with hand on heart, that I have actually completed the project, and seen it all the way through to the end.

  As far as getting published is concerned, as I insert entries into the blog, I will keep a running commentary of the progress.

 

  Now, to continue the story of Bluesphinx…and before I go any further, in the interest of presenting a deeper perspective of myself, I will furnish you with some background information.

 

  There have been many influences in my life, and as I suspect is the experience familiar to most people, the ones that run deepest occur during childhood.

  Obviously my parents and my school life went a long way to shaping the person that I am today, but I am thinking of other things, characters, and events outside of these familiar categories.

  My grandmother, my mother’s mother. A sweeter, more loving, patient and indulgent person you could never wish to meet. She loved me, nicknaming me her ‘Best Boy’, and I absolutely adored her.

  I always craved her approval in all my endeavours, and she granted it so easily, and so freely. Some of my happiest childhood memories are of me spending time with her.

  As a family, my parents, my siblings and I could always be found, belching and satisfied, post roast dinner on most Sunday afternoons in Gran’s little old-fashioned, spotlessly clean, mid terraced house, that was perched precariously on the side of a heavily populated hill deep within Swansea town.

  Or later, when I was a young teenager, I would ride my first bicycle (a reward from my father for my doing quite well in one of the annual school exams) the twelve miles from our house in Llanelli to Gran’s place to stay over for the weekend.

 

 

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