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The ELECTRIC ECLECTIC NOVELLA FICTION PRIZE 2020… is now open

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Are you an aspiring writer or an indie author looking for a publishing contract? If so, the Electric Eclectic Novella Fiction Prize 2020 is ‘right up your street’.

Simply write a 20K to 30K word story, in any genre and about anything you want, and enter the Novella Fiction Prize.

Entry is just £10.00 GBP, (via official entry form) and the winning authors will have their manuscripts published as Novellas.

The top prize is a full paperback publishing package.  Second and third places having their work published as eBooks.

There are also associated prizes, such as cover designs, marketing packages and author assist support.

The Electric Eclectic Novella Fiction Prize 2020 is an international literary competition for emerging writers and indie authors.

Submissions are encouraged from all literary fictional genres with no restrictions on theme or subject.

The emphasis of the judging will be on ambitious, imaginative and innovative approaches which explore and expand creative writing.

Details of ‘How to Enter’ are on the Electric Eclectic website http://bit.ly/NovFicPrize

February’s ‘Electric Press’ now online

The Electric Press Literary Insights magazine: February 2020 edition is now available online. Simply follow this link. 

https://issuu.com/electricpress/docs/epfebruary20

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Don’t forget Electric Eclectic’s blog

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Electric Press magazine is, as I am sure you know, the literary magazine of Electric Eclectic.

The next edition of the Electric Press is scheduled for the 1st of February. We will post the link to the magazine here, once it is live online.

In the meantime, visit Eclectic Electic’s blog. It is full of superb articles, life stories, author insights, free books, poetry, book promotions and more.

New content is constantly being added, giving you a constant source of interesting articles and great stories.

Visit Electric Eclectic’s Blog and follow, ensure you don’t miss a thing. https://electriceclecticsblog.wordpress.com/

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You can be part of Electric Press.

You do not need to be a writer or author to contribute to Electric Press.

We are continuously looking for great content to share. Tell us what you most like or don’t like, about buying books online, or what snack you choose when reading. Let us know how authors can improve their storytelling and what you find repetitive in a genre. What makes/made you lose interest in an author’s series?

In fact, if it is anything to do with books, poetry, authors or any form of literature related matter, we would love to read it.

Authors, writers & bloggers, you too can write articles for Electric Press and promote your books and blogs. Details of what we need and how we like it presented are on the ‘Contributions & Submissions’ page. (See the menu on top bar.)

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Questions. We are happy to answer any questions you may have about literary associated topics. (See ‘About & Contact us’ on the top menu bar)

Electric Press stands out from the ‘crowd’ as it is a genuine literary magazine with thought provoking, entertaining and engaging content. Electric Press is published for the reader; our content connects directly with the bookworms, book lovers and bibliophiles of the world.

August edition ‘Out Now’

The August edition of Electric Press magazine is out now.

Simply click to read. (Full screen is best).

Don’t forget to ‘follow’ this blog post by email, (see the button, top right of screen), to get exclusive inter-edition articles and stories.

We are happy to hear your comments, suggestions and to receive unsolicited submissions, providing they follow the submissions guidelines which you can find from the top menu bar.

Enjoy this edition of Electric Press.

One night in Pisa.

This short, true tale is taken from the blog Wild Geese – an Independent Travelers blog.

… One evening we booked a table at a restaurant, chosen from the many tourist guides. (I spent a good part of the late afternoon/early evening scouring the hotel’s leaflet and pamphlet collection), while my wife made use of the Jacuzzi.

The restaurant I selected was located in a very old area of the town.

We found the restaurant, eventually. After wandering down small, twisty, badly lit streets. (There were plenty of other people wandering around. At no time, did we feel uncomfortable, let alone threatened in any way).

The meal was excellent. The wine, which my wife chose from the locked selection of special reserves, you know the bottles, the ones vineyards and vintners number by hand… yes. The wine (per bottle), cost more than the entire three-course meal for two. BUT… I must say, it was bloody lovely wine.

However, during the meal, many of the other guests kept looking at us. One or two took a photograph openly and unabashedly. Other diners took snaps too, but a little more surreptitiously.

I was wondering if they mistook my wife or me for someone in the ‘public eye’. As if I were mistaken, for instance, for some male sex symbol or the latest James Bond? (I could, of course, understand if that were the case.)

My wife and I do not do hurried dining. When the night drew to a close and the time came to order a cab and settle the bill, we were the last, but one, table in the restaurant. We told the maître’d of our concern about people looking intently at us.

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He laughed at us. “No, no,” he said, pointing to the table where we sat.

“Look,” he said, patting the thick stone column which our table was butted up against. “This is the oldest Roman pillar in all of Pisa“. He said this with a large proud smile plastered across his face.

We felt embarrassed as it slowly dawned in minds that no one, not a single person had been looking at us. No one thought I was James Bond, (shame). They were simply admiring and taking photographs of an ancient Roman stone column. 

Oh, how we laughed… Mmmmm… ha ha.