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![]() Well, that's a bit dramatic but it's still a fact. Facebook suspended my Incy Black account and insisted I provide my 'legal' name with a demand for evidence (passport ID etc), with which I duly complied to unlock my account. Hence, I'm now forced to comment as Lindsey Hughes, something I view as a gross violation of the right to be who I want to be. My friends know me as Incy Black. That is who I am. On-LIne. Off-line, I am known as Mum/Mummy/Ma by my children, and Lindsey Hughes by employers. Neither party necessarily wishes to be associated with Incy Black or the books I write, anymore than they would wish to know my cup size or colour of my knickers. I did not adopt a pen name for want of secrecy but more out of respect... A little distance can be healthy, not for me, but for them. I write about sick-freak killers, hot heroes (with questionable morals) who bed feisty heroines, I write about damaged people... Who the hell would want that as an association or endorsement? My kids certainly don't. Respect, Facebook, show a little! Monitor content not names, because it is abusive content that hurts and offends and should be guarded against, not the use of pseudonyms. You employ sufficient brain-power to track those who offend back to their 'legal' identity, so write an algorithm for that and sanction accordingly, rather than stooping to bullying under the guise of 'integrity'. Incidentally, I see little integrity in making your complaint procedure so damn difficult to access. Provide a email which it doesn't take 20 minutes to find...and respond. Please, please respond! I don't have any objection to you leveraging ad revenue, Facebook, we all have to make a living, but let's not kid ourselves as to who is the bigger pretender here. You or me. A good number of writers/authors could be caught in this identity net but don't panic yet. Think of the fun we shall have when we hold a Facebook party to celebrate our outing. Final score in the integrity stakes.... FACEBOOK: 0 INDIVIDUALS: (Sorry, no one can count that high) And this is their story On a quest to make amends for a long-ago indiscretion, Honor unexpectedly discovers the one thing she’s been missing in her life. Honor Quirk arrives in Ireland excited—and a bit anxious—about meeting up with the estranged family of her late great-grandmother. The welcome from the residents of Robinhill Farm, Dermot and Bryan, is confusing and far from comforting. One is warm, the other aggressive. The outwardly antagonistic Bryan makes it very clear he doesn't want her there, branding her a gold digger. Dermot, on the other hand, is delighted to meet her. But Honor is no pushover and stands up to Bryan, letting him know that his bad attitude and trail of baggage have nothing to do with her. Despite their confrontational and hostile relationship, an undeniable attraction to each other creeps insidiously into the house on Robinhill Farm. They both desperately try to stifle the sparks, but living under the same roof makes it impossible. Unable to cope with the turmoil of living with Bryan, Honor runs away, straight into the arms of a charming newfound friend, Sean, who offers her a home—and love. Shattered, Bryan finally takes control of his irrational belief that all women are evil, and fights to bring back the woman he loves. But is it too late? Looks like we've got a triangle of three men with one woman in the centre. |
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The divine Shehanne Moore, she who awards her colours like a queen before a joust--sparingly and immediately prior to a lance to the chest--has most graciously presented me with a ONE LOVELY BLOG award. Thank you, from a blogger of Shehanne's ilk, one who rocks blogsphere, I'm honoured. Of course, rules are part of the acceptance process:
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Seven Bold Facts
1: I won’t travel by boat (not canoe, not pedalo, not luxury liner), the mere thought of doing so, brings me out in hives. Also, I don’t do tunnels or caves. Crossing bridges sends me into near cardiac arrest.
2: Whenever journeying across this fine land we call the UK, I’m constantly on the scout for the best possible place in which to hold up come the zombie apocalypse. I’ve got my eye on Anglesey, yes, the entire island—inhabitants, please start your evacuation now—though I’m not sure how I’d get there given my aversion to bridges. (Adds TNT to survival list…that bridge must go)
2: Whenever journeying across this fine land we call the UK, I’m constantly on the scout for the best possible place in which to hold up come the zombie apocalypse. I’ve got my eye on Anglesey, yes, the entire island—inhabitants, please start your evacuation now—though I’m not sure how I’d get there given my aversion to bridges. (Adds TNT to survival list…that bridge must go)
3. One of my favourite words—which, sadly, I rarely get to use—is leviathan. Should I ever learn the fine art of shape shifting, that’s what I’m shifting into—only, as I intend to be land-based, I’ll change that to Gryphon (and I want a lion’s head, beaks are so mean looking).
4. My maiden name was Schmidt-Weichert (most called me Smith-Wicket).
5. Books I’ve written (so far) Hard to Forget and Hard to Hold, and I’m currently inking (bleeding) Hard to Chase. Yes, blatant promo—sorry.
6. One of the first 'real' stories I ever wrote—must have been about 11 years old—was about a man-servant named Surprise. All I remember is, he foolishly baked himself into a cake and then complained bitterly when he was eaten. His nose was the cherry on the top. To this day I remain scarred by the drowning in red ink I received from my teacher. The assignment required that I write about the biggest surprise in my life (so boring I refused to conform, and paid the price with a tedious re-write).
7. I don’t want to grow old gracefully. I want to grow old disgracefully.
Now, mission complete, I nominate the following bloggers:
Dilys J Carnie
JM Stewart
Tracey Rogers
Aurelia B Rowl
Noelle Clark The lovely Noelle will be guesting at Into the Black on Thursday
Susanne Bellamy
Jane Hunt
5. Books I’ve written (so far) Hard to Forget and Hard to Hold, and I’m currently inking (bleeding) Hard to Chase. Yes, blatant promo—sorry.
6. One of the first 'real' stories I ever wrote—must have been about 11 years old—was about a man-servant named Surprise. All I remember is, he foolishly baked himself into a cake and then complained bitterly when he was eaten. His nose was the cherry on the top. To this day I remain scarred by the drowning in red ink I received from my teacher. The assignment required that I write about the biggest surprise in my life (so boring I refused to conform, and paid the price with a tedious re-write).
7. I don’t want to grow old gracefully. I want to grow old disgracefully.
Now, mission complete, I nominate the following bloggers:
Dilys J Carnie
JM Stewart
Tracey Rogers
Aurelia B Rowl
Noelle Clark The lovely Noelle will be guesting at Into the Black on Thursday
Susanne Bellamy
Jane Hunt
Hard Men the Hard Way
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