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Dead End Street - LBC Post

The Loose Blogging Consortium, a small group of bloggers including Rummuser, The Old Fossil, Maxi, The Old Fossil, Maxi, Shackman and Ashok,  have been blogging along together for several years now, traditionally on Fridays.  With my hectic life, I often don't make it by Friday, but I blog along nevertheless.  I thank the group for the continued inspiration to blog when I otherwise wouldn't  have done so.  This week's topic Dead End Street is contributed by Maxi.


As far as I can make out, a dead end street is a pretty negative concept.  It prevents your easy escape and generally leads to nowhere.

I grew up on a small cul de sac in Dublin's north side and I wouldn't have that negative concept about dead ends.  True, once you drove into the cul de sac (dead end road) you'd have to turn around and go back again to get out. But it was okay.  Our mothers could let us go out to play on the road when we were young  and know we weren't going to wander off too far.  One of our neighbours used to call it 'the keyhole' because of its shape.  Just because you walk or drive into a dead end street, it doesn't mean you can never leave.  Merely retrace your steps and you will find your way out again.  This is also true of life.


Now to add to this topic - two weeks ago, I didn't know them from a proverbial hole in cyberspace.  Now they're like family.  I'm talking about the Bards of the Blogosphere, the blogging group I was inducted into by the Indian blogging hub, Blogadda.  This team, to which I'm honoured to belong, are co-writing a thriller novella and we're loving every minute of it.  We've just finished round two and are waiting to know will we be eliminated or not.  I hope we stay in the game until the end and better still, win the contest.  That way, we'll get our book published.  But win or lose, we're all enjoying the project hugely.   So this topic is not a dead end street for us.  It's a most rewarding and exciting project.

I'll give the links to the various posts containing the chapters, currently existing as blog posts on their respective author's blogs. Please check out the story and follow us.  You can find interviews with various Bards (A Bard a Day series) at my book blog, MBB. Please check us out and read our story if you have time.  My fellow LBC member  and rakhi brother Rummuser assures me he's following the progress and loving the story.  


AND NOW:  THE BOOK  (still a WIP/Work in Progress)

Week 1: 
Chapter 1 - Princess' Day Out
Chapter 2 - The Weekend Brunch
Chapter 3 - The Journey
Chapter 4 - The Phone Call
Chapter 5 - Through the Eyes of a Stranger
Chapter 6 - The Princess and her Pied Piper
Chapter 7 - Shadow play turns real
Chapter 8 - Mysterious Tattoo
Chapter 9 - The Confrontation

Week 2:
Chapter 1 - I'm coming to get you, Princess
Chapter 2 - The evening before
Chapter 3 - A Good morning
Chapter 4 - Trigger happy
Chapter 5 - The Calm before the storm
Chapter 6 - What lies beneath
Chapter 7 - Pandemonium
Chapter 8 - Whodunnit
Chapter 9 - The Divulgence

It's currently a free read online, with the different chapters found at the various blogs of the writers. The story will reach it's penultimate climax and conclusion in the coming week. Please visit, follow the story and above all, respond. Leave comments on our posts and Facebook page.




The Bards of the Blogosphere are on Facebook:  Find 
us here

Image above "Brick Wall" courtesy of Artur84 at freedigitalphotos.net.  The two Bard images above are courtesy of the Bards of the Blogosphere.

Looking forward to the coming week.

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