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COMPANY OF FOOLS PRESS RELEASE

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COMPANY OF FOOLS: Selling For Love & Life, Is A Tricky Business by [J. W. Nelson]

Company of Fools: Wild, Irreverent Rom-Com Novel Proves Love & Life are Tricky Business (if Not Impossible!) 

J.W. Nelson’s ‘Company of Fools’ zeroes in on the tumultuous life of Justin Whalley, a well-intentioned man who dreams of a wife, children and a steady job. But of course, in true literary fashion, this is too much to ask – as Justin finds himself thrust into the pain of heartache, embarrassment, a love triangle at work and the obligatory suspicious death of a colleague. Join Justin as he attempts to unravel the mess, get his life on track and figure out how on earth anyone can define the world “normal”. It’s hilarious, poignant and tugs at the heartstrings.

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J W Nelson 

Email: jwnelson2k@gmail.com

Twitter : @jwnelson3

TikTok: @thepoet_who_writes2 (mr J W Nelson2)

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United Kingdom – J.W. Nelson has been writing his entire life. This unique muscle of creativity affords him a frank view of the world and people around him, something that oozes off each page of his latest romantic comedy novel.

AVAILABLE IN 14 COUNTRIES ON AMAZON

‘Company of Fools: Selling For Love & Life, Is A Tricky Business’ will either make readers grateful their own lives are so “boring”, or provide a wake-up call for them to get their shizzle back on track. Either way, it’s absolutely thrilling.

Buy Link below…

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08GFS1W18/

Synopsis:

Meet Justin Whalley. He’s a straight-laced, not too bad-looking young man who wants three things from life – a wife, children and a good job. Not too much to ask, right?

For Justin it’s nigh-on impossible. His tumultuous journey to attain everyone else’s picture of ‘normal’ involves a heady rollercoaster journey (with his family and close friends strapped in beside him) through a wave of emotions, embarrassment and heartache.

He finds the girl he thinks is ‘The One’. Starts to win her affections and hopes his love story is about to blossom. However, the whole game seems impossible. Changing tack he ventures down a dangerous, wild path which threatens to damage his clean-cut reputation at work.


Justin’s ‘so-called’ sales performance sees him hauled up in front of his manger. He becomes embroiled in a love triangle at work. And then things turn disturbingly dark when a work colleague dies in dubious circumstances.


Are women always this difficult?


Is selling for love and life really such a tricky business?


Or is it Justin’s Whalley ways?

“This novel has everything die-hard fans of romantic comedies and drama crave, while of course giving them something totally new and engrossing,” explains the author. “Justin is perfectly flawed and, in a way, represents the hopes and vulnerability of us all. His struggles are ours, and we’ll find ourselves championing for his eventual success and stability.”

Continuing, “I’ve always had a huge interest in the common man, and our relationship with humanity as a whole. Justin isn’t sensational at all; he could easily be living next door, or might even remind you of yourself. Be prepared to run the gamut of human emotion as Justin attempts to emerge victorious from this thing we call “life”. As they say – nobody comes out alive!”

‘Company of Fools: Selling For Love & Life, Is A Tricky Business’ is available now: https://amazon.co.uk/COMPANY-FOOLS-Selling-Tricky-Business/dp/B08GFS1W18 (Adult comedy/drama)

For more of the author’s work, visit his official website: https://jwnelson309.com/. 

About the author, in his own words:

I was born in Birmingham on the same day as my mother. 

I have enjoyed writing since I was ten years old. My stories were often read out to the class in English at school. Since then I have continued to write for the enjoyment of it, whether it was lyrics for songs, poems. I attempt to dedicate time to writing full-length manuscripts (hopefully for publication). 

I’d welcome the opportunity one day to be able to write screenplays and scripts for movies and/or television.

I have a self-published other books – one of Poetry on Amazon (e-book ‘Poems for the Festive Season’) – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Poems-Festive-Season-J-Nelson-ebook/dp/B00Q3C4BEU

And recently released on Amazon (and within the next couple of weeks in book shops) – Young Adult adventure mystery – Pentagon Pirate Gang; The Secret of the Orchard (for ages 9+)

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Pentagon-Pirate-Gang-Secret-Orchard/dp/1800942540

Additionally I have written three further young children’s poetic picture books that need illustrating /editing before submitting

Friday Poetic Pointer

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For the many, who at this time of year may find themselves in this predicament.

Homeless

 

We search high we search low

Our problems we own; confess

No need to put on a show

As we are the homeless

 

How did we get here

Anyone hazard a guess?

We are normal; you have nothing to fear

But we are still homeless 

 

Out on the streets: this is our home

We try to make it our best

Finding the right place; takes time to roam

But there you have it: we’re still homeless

 

We locate the large shop front 

Try to find warmth among the mess

When we roam we also hunt

There’s no other way when you’re homeless 

 

The light draws in anytime soon

Ready to face the cold night-time test

Sometimes when I look at the moon

It tells me ‘your outside and your homeless’ 

 

The boxes surround me as I snuggle in

I’m not a bird; but I’m in my own nest

I don’t mind being near the bins

As I accept my status as being homeless 

 

In the morning hope reins supreme

A Samaritan makes an offer: I say yes

On my withered, tired face a smile beams

Just maybe, I’ll no longer be homeless

 

I dream of this for everyone one I know

I speak from the heart; not in jest

We all need the help: tackled blow by blow

Maybe one day they’ll fewer of us homeless

 

Pentagon Pirate Gang 5 star review (Bruce Miller – Member INDEPENDENT BOOK PUBLISHERS ASSOCIATION

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Hi J W,

Thank you again for your interest in our book reviews. We read and reviewed your book, “Pentagon Pirate Gang: The Secret of the Orchard” and liked it very much. Here is a copy of our review: 

Five Stars. “I enjoyed reading “Pentagon Pirate Gang: The Secret of the Orchard” by J W Nelson and found it to be an intriguing story written by an author who, in my opinion, has carefully crafted an intricate plot. It seemed to me this author put a great deal of thought and effort into creating this unique story.

Firstly, this author writes short chapters and I like that since it keeps the story moving with many events, happenings, clues being dropped here and there, and as I read it, I thought that this story is one not only for young readers but also for adults who enjoy a well-crafted story. 

I liked the way this creative author writes in a highly descriptive style. I also enjoyed the descriptive and figurative writing style as in my view, the author artfully uses just the right amount of personification, metaphors, similes, and other rhetorical devices that most fiction readers enjoy. For example, here is a brief excerpt,  

“The width of hedges compelled Aime, Gramon, Oro and Violer to approach it in single file. Above the six feet hedges hung branches from larger trees, that dwarfed the hedge on both sides. These larger trees surrounded the hedges and engulfed them, as though protecting them, making the space left inside shadowy darkness, leaving the morning sunlight having to admit defeat this time.” 

“… Not looking behind her, Aime tried Oro’s suggestion. The gap in front of her began to loosen, opening up widthways and height-wise above her curly, brown locks. Branches shifted, as though swept by the breeze. Leaves spun up and about in a circular motion, dancing around Aime’s feet and ankles, dancing it seemed, to a tune only they could hear and enjoy. 

“‘I think the trees like you, Sis,’ Oro offered a humorous comment.” 

The description of this book gives a brief summary of the story of five children who are attending the “School of Fruit Teaching” (S.O.F.T). These five children are up against the aptly named, spiteful, and vicious headmistress, Mrs. Blackfruit, and her right-hand man the “scrawny, bespectacled, and deputy-head, Mr. Thornby.”  

I thought one of the aspects of this highly engaging story is that the author develops a wide variety of fascinating characters, and I particularly enjoyed the way the author crafted the jewel-like personality and intelligent character of Mrs. Peaches.  

I felt this story displays and strengthens a young reader’s mind with a strong set of values showing bravery, skills, planning, courage, caring for others, dealing with others, teamwork, cleverness, loyalty, and many other fine qualities in an excellent, educative, and adventuresome manner. 

I liked how much this author keeps this highly eventful story moving sometimes at a brisk pace and at other times at a more detailed and focused pace. The varied characters move intriguingly and interact through this artful and adventuresome plot containing numerous twists, turns, mysteries, unexpected events, competitive games, and much more.  

All in all, I enjoyed this delightful and engaging story and found it to be highly exciting and written with a rare quality.  Very well done, and highly recommended!  

It was my pleasure to receive a free copy of this book but that does not in any way affect my opinions in this review of this exceptional book.”

To review this for yourself – go to https://www.amazon.co.uk/Pentagon-Pirate-Gang-Secret-Orchard/dp/1800942745 to obtain your copy and let me know what you think. (Any feedback is welcomed as this is the first book in the series)

This is aimed at ages 9+ (middle Grade into Young Adult) – I can reached on Social Media – @jwnelson3 (twitter) – Jack Nelson (on Facebook) – TikTok under ‘the_poet_who_writes’ & j_w_nelson309 on Instagram thanks JW Nelson

One Page Novels by – J.W. Nelson Volume 1

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       train-1635038_1280    The Dream Journey by Train

Samuel Peterson, a frantic, stubborn man, leapt forward in huge strides, as he targeted the 1615 from St. Pancras station. The tannoyed voice ricocheted violently across the air, entering Peterson’s ears presumptuously. A female, high pitched tone droned on about the train he was about to catch, so he hoped. His legs moved swiftly now, like a greyhound chasing that ever moving plastic rabbit.

Sweating profusely, panting heavily, his 13 stone out of shape body, lumbered towards the train, sitting noisily on platform 3.  Entering the cabin, exhaling for moment to draw breath, Peterson scanned the seats from his bespectled view.  Cabin H, first class, yes that’s the one, seat number 13a. Fourteen pair of eyes drilled his. His stature. His demeanour. Decisions about Samuel permeated their minds. A tall, scruffy looking, male with no discernible instant appearance to determine his ancestry, perplexed the other passengers.

A large, untidy beard, covered his facial skin, as did his baseball cap for his head. An expensive pinstriped suit, finished off with white tatty trainers, sounded alarm bells in already prejudiced views. Without completely recoiling, as Peterson shifted towards his seat, eyes averted his as he drew near, as though Peterson was a storm or a hurricane heading in their direction. Then the moment of truth, seat 13a. There with her head down in 13b, sat a lady, about forty years old, auburn hair, glued to her electronic device. She didn’t look up once, as Peterson, fumbled with his bag in the overhead space. He spied her, eying her over, from her head to her feet. Deliberately taking his time to address his bag, compensating for the being intently watched by two men in seat 16a & b. This pragmatic opportunity delivered itself like a gift.

Finally slumping unceremoniously into his seat, Sarah White looked across at Peterson. ‘Hello Sarah. We were wandering when we’d have this meeting. You know what I mean don’t you?’

‘Don’t start Sammie. Drop the bullshit and give it to me straight for once’, Sarah fired back again turning to face the window she sat against.

‘I’d love to give it to you straight, you know that right’, Peterson desperately wanted to smile, yet his professionalism didn’t allow that sort of emotion or frivolity. His voice even, no discernible accent.

Sighing, shaking her head, Sarah White’s beautiful, cosmetically manicured face, bright emotionless eyes, began losing some of  colour, vibrancy and sparkle.

‘You lot better understand something’, she started, her voice low, yet determined. ‘If anything happens to me…’ Peterson and Sarah were interrupted by the attendant serving drinks. Peterson ordered two white tea’s with one sugar.

‘You were threatening something’, Peterson continued Sarah’s last repost, as she anxiously stirred her one sugared tea.

‘It doesn’t’ matter anyway’, Sarah reacted sharply, sipping her tepid beverage, ‘ your organisation will find out soon enough’.

‘Umm I see’, Peterson, muttered to himself, something he rarely did. Then he turned to face Sarah, rather seductively, knowing she despised him and his intentions. ‘My secret love, oh how my heart is saddened, as thou’s last journey on a train, leads to your final resting place’. His words faded as the sun does at around 840pm in the summertime. Sarah’s body relaxed, her eyes closing gently, settling into her seat, she drifted into a never ending cycle of sleep.

Peterson sat upright, nonchalant, calm, normal. Chirping could be heard from his right hand jacket pocket, the Mission Impossible theme tune by Lalo Schifrin. Peterson extracted his phone an answered. ‘Is it done’?, was the question. ‘What do you think? Peterson bounced his rhetorical question at his caller. ‘Of course, she’s sleeping’.

That morning, Samuel Peterson, awoke snuggled up in bed with his wife Sarah, who didn’t know about his murderous intentions to divorce her..

(c) Copyright J W Nelson 2017

Stage 4 ‘final prep’ (for the season) Day 22

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As we party into the night

Celebrate the time and season

Everything will be just right

When we get ‘that gift’ for a reason 
Anticipation reins supreme 

The annual lesson repeats

When we awake will it be a dream?

Or will Expectations be delivered right to our feet?…
JW Nelson

December 2016

Stage 4 ‘ready and waiting’ (for the season) Day 21

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Let’s hunker around the t.v.

Grab a drink, maybe some beer or wine

Christmas equals everyone and me

Celebrating the season is divine…
JW Nelson 

December 2016

Stage 3 ‘Readily..’ (for the season) Day 16

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ticking-along

Time to get your things

Time to pray and give thanks

Time now for the choir to sing

Time to make those xmas plans

 

Time to figure out if you believe

Time to remain above the fray

Time to give and hopefully receive

Time to celebrate The Christmas Day?

 

J W Nelson

December 2016

 

 

Stage 3 ‘readiness factor'(for the season) Day 15

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Size isn’t everything you’re told

Its  the intent of the gift that matters,

When you get an age,

Where stuffed toys dance on stage

You scream so loud that glass shatters..

 

J W Nelson

December 2016

Stage 3 ‘In Readiness’ (for the season) Day 14

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waiting-game

Relax,  exhale, breathe

Shiver, twitch, distract

Wait, work, reveal

Food, stomach, attract…

 

J W Nelson

December 2016

Stage 3 ‘ready ‘ (for the season) Day 11

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Once a happy snowman

All smothered in chocolate so yummy

Did shout out the Christmas slogan

“I’m putting iced turkey in my round tummy “…

J W Nelson

December 2016