Monday, 13 May 2013
ALIENS.
How many people out there believe in the existence of Aliens, and do you think that they are still called Aliens when they are at home? My point is this : When my six astronauts land on Mars they are aliens on the Planet Mars. After five years of surviving and living on Mars can they then call themselves Martians without anybody objecting to it? I don't suppose it really matters as there is nobody around to object anyway. Or is there? Visit the website at: authorgfsheridan.com.
Saturday, 13 April 2013
ABOUT THE AUTHOR - G.F.SHERIDAN.
G.F. was born on a dark, stormy, cold, wintry, windy and wild night in 1956. The scene fleetingly and fittingly lit by powerful and blinding bursts of lightning immediately followed by the rapid cannon-fire explosions of thunder.
Over the next several eventful years G.F. grew and grew until he was enrolled into a brand new High School at St.Ives, which looked decidedly second-hand when he left it seven years later. The teaching staff rejoiced and there was much drinking, merriment and dancing in the Quadrangle when G.F. left the school grounds for the last time.
G.F. then ventured out into the big wild world in search of fame and fortune, or at least gainful employment. Gainful employment he found as a New South Wales Government public servant for five and a half years, a legal clerk working for Solicitors for nineteen years, and a lawnmower for ten years before sacking himself and heading south of the border into Victoria in search of a new life with his woman.
The people of New South Wales rejoiced and there was much drinking, merriment and dancing in the streets. The people of Victoria did not rejoice, however. There was much drinking, but there was no merriment or dancing in the streets, just a resoundingly sullen, oppressive and malevolent silence.
G.F. now lurks, lives and writes in the hills above a coastal fishing and tourist town called Lakes Entrance. His first book, 'Reach for Mars' has just been published and can be viewed along with the first chapter of the soon to be published sequel, 'We are Martian' at: http://www.reachformars.com.
Over the next several eventful years G.F. grew and grew until he was enrolled into a brand new High School at St.Ives, which looked decidedly second-hand when he left it seven years later. The teaching staff rejoiced and there was much drinking, merriment and dancing in the Quadrangle when G.F. left the school grounds for the last time.
G.F. then ventured out into the big wild world in search of fame and fortune, or at least gainful employment. Gainful employment he found as a New South Wales Government public servant for five and a half years, a legal clerk working for Solicitors for nineteen years, and a lawnmower for ten years before sacking himself and heading south of the border into Victoria in search of a new life with his woman.
The people of New South Wales rejoiced and there was much drinking, merriment and dancing in the streets. The people of Victoria did not rejoice, however. There was much drinking, but there was no merriment or dancing in the streets, just a resoundingly sullen, oppressive and malevolent silence.
G.F. now lurks, lives and writes in the hills above a coastal fishing and tourist town called Lakes Entrance. His first book, 'Reach for Mars' has just been published and can be viewed along with the first chapter of the soon to be published sequel, 'We are Martian' at: http://www.reachformars.com.
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