2017 Annual Bloggers Bash Awards VOTING OPEN @bloggersbash #BloggersBash – SACHA BLACK

It is that time of year again – voting for the ABBAs is now LIVE!

Congratulations to all the nominees!

Thank you so much to those who nominated the Daily Echo in FOUR categories this year! That really is an honour in itself and I am both touched and grateful to those who did so. In the interests of fairness, however, there can be only one category per blog… so head on over, spread the love and vote for ALL your favourite bloggers!


This is it. The waiting is finally over.

The THIRD Annual Bloggers Bash Awards 2017 are now OPEN FOR VOTING.

We had a HUGE number of nominations. Hundreds of them in fact! So thank you to everyone who took the time to nominate your fave bloggers.

Voting Closes June 2nd at 12pm. The winners will be announced on June 10th at the Bash in London. But if you can’t make it physically a winners post will go live at 5:15pm (BST) on the same day. Winners will have pingbacks to their blogs, but we all know how unreliable that is. So please make sure you check back to see if you won.

If you haven’t bought your ticket for the meet up yet, you can do so here.

TO THE VOTERS – Choose carefully, you can only vote ONCE per award. There are 10 awards, (so this is a long post). Yes, you can vote in each category, but only once in every one.

TO THE NOMINEES – Good luck to you all. Every nomination is really well deserved and as a result, this year we are doing things a little differently. Winners will have their prizes and certificates shipped to them as well as their winner’s badges emailed. However, all nominees will be entitled to a Bloggers Bash nominee badge once the voting is over. 

Don’t forget to follow all the fun in our Facebook group, on Twitter, or using the Hashtag #BloggersBash. We also have a mailing list which ALWAYS gives you the most up to date info before anyone else.

Register your votes here: 2017 Annual Bloggers Bash Awards VOTING OPEN @bloggersbash #BloggersBash – SACHA BLACK

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Tell-Tale Signs II… Stuart France

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… A very different Fionn tale (to give him his correct nomenclature), adapted from one of Ella Young’s re-tellings.

The full cycle of tales from which this one is drawn are available in, The Tangle Coated Horse, and although a ‘childrens book’ it is well worth tracking down as are all her writings.

Young’s is an authentic voice and her vision is both broad and deep and her touch light enough to happily accommodate the many interconnected worlds of Irish myth, folk and fairy-tale.

The Fenian Cycle can be problematic.

Most of the tales are late and many of them have been cast in a nostalgic frame.

On the other hand, the earliest tales are as enigmatic and genuinely challenging as any in the Irish canon and their pursuit can reap great dividends…

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Fluidity #midnighthaiku

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Unexpected Shaman (7, End) – King of Jaguar – Child of Sun

The Silent Eye

They placed him on a bier and tended his bruises and the flow of blood from his elbow. Bandaged and victorious, he was carried into the Temple of the Jaguars from where, elevated high above the level of the Ball Court, he  was invited to watch the start of the new game, below.

He wondered if this was just for him; wondered if his presence in this harvest of spirituality was an extension of the grace as witness… or whether the difference in time and place didn’t matter, that condition and readiness were everything, and, once fulfilled, the dawning horizon’s fingers of purpose would weave their anciently-spun magic, no matter what the era in which they were invoked.

They gave him water for his parched body, then a sweet liquid that contained a contrasting brew of bitter herbs.

In trust he drained the cup…

When he woke, it was…

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Inside Out #writephoto

Trent's World (the Blog)

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After working with the raw materials of life in the charnel houses, I discovered that there was more to the state of being alive than the simple physical constructs of bones, tissue and organ.  However, try as I might, I could not place it.  Modern science had not given me the secret and my instruments did not give me the power to look deeply enough to discover this secret.

It may seem obvious to the normal person that once a spark of life is created from a seed, be it the seed of a vegetable or the seed of an animal, the growth of that life is somehow predestine.  Each and every one is unique and it is impossible to mix and match between species, let alone members within a given species.  What is this germ of an idea that makes each life and individual?  I…

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Microfiction #writephoto: A lonely child

Jane Dougherty Writes

This short story is for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt

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The child stood on tiptoe to peer through the leaded panes, breathed on a diamond and drew a smiley face in the moisture. It was cold outside, and not much warmer inside. She shivered. The room was high and bare, like most of the castle rooms, but this was even barer than most and tiny, much higher than it was wide. There was nothing in it except a wooden chest pushed against a wall.

Perhaps because it was the only object in the room, perhaps because of some other attraction, the child approached and ran her fingers over the carved flowers and birds.

It’s a girl’s box, she thought, full of some girl’s things.

Pushing with both hands, she raised the lid. Cold air rushed out and around her, lifting the fine locks of hair about her face…

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Thursday photo prompt: Inside-out #writephoto

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Twin Pics this week Sue.
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Locked in this room, all she could do was look out through ironed windows at a misty sky and the grounds below.
She’d always thought the gargoyles on the roof turrets were hideous, if not offensive.
Now they were her jailers, watching from above, mocking her in her prison.
It was hard to tell whether the puddles on the window ledge were her tears or the overflow from the distorted stone lips of their leering presence.

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A good ducking

We stopped for elevenses in the form of a nice Cornish pasty… and were mobbed. There is no other way to say it. We went hunting ducklings, armed, I must stress, with no more than some duck-seed and our cameras… and we were mobbed.

The mallards were the worst offenders… no shame at all. Sitting or standing, we were stood upon. Nibbled.

Investigated.

And eventually …approved. At least as a source of food.

The robins seemed to aprove too.

But then, there are always robins, wherever we go…

Chaffinches too…

They all seemed quite happy to dine with us. But…those nice crispy duck pancakes? It’s not going to happen… that’s another thing off my list.

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