The short stories contained in Are You Laughing At Me? about the author's sailing trips along the spectacular coast of British Columbia will make you laugh out loud. Even though he is accompanied and supervised at all times by his Coast Guard trained wife, an Alpha female aka the Admiral, John Wayne Sears is never far from disaster. In other misadventures, he bumbles his way through Hawaii, Mexico, Costa Rica, Panama and, on two occasions, the deep wilderness of his own home province.Always teetering on the brink of humiliating failure, John is a left hander trapped in a right handed world. Business success eludes him, his staff outfoxes him, tropical bugs dine on him and each body of water into which he blunders tries to drown him. But despite these calamaties, our un-hero's sense of humor is undiminished.In other moments the writer's skill as a wordsmith enables him to evoke emotion and mood and his descriptive passages allow the reader to accompany him on the restless ocean, into dark jungles and thick forests.ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME?Yes, John, we are!
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"I always needed to write. It was my passion from my early teen years on," states John Wayne Sears, the author of Are You Laughing At Me? "I was nineteen when I completed my first book. It wasn't very good, but I kept going." The author started about a hundred books of various genres and completed none. But something inside him kept him writing. He had to write, to put words on pages, to unveil those scenes playing in the theatre of his mind. But all that serious writing helped hone his writing skills. Thousands of pages, hundreds of thousands of words. Eventually it dawned on Sears that he needed to forget about being serious and get serious about being funny. So he did. He published a humorous story in Pacific Yachting. He wrote funny stories for a newsletter. It's been a nonstop laughtrack ever since. "What really keeps me motivated," says John, "is the laughter of people who read my stories. The more people laugh, the harder I work to create stuff to keep them laughing. "Life can be hard, boring, mundane and the humourous moments are often all too rare. I take great joy in uncovering those rare moments of comedy and sharing them with my readers."
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. The short stories contained in Are You Laughing At Me? about the author's sailing trips along the spectacular coast of British Columbia will make you laugh out loud. Even though he is accompanied and supervised at all times by his Coast Guard trained wife, an Alpha female aka the Admiral, John Wayne Sears is never far from disaster. In other misadventures, he bumbles his way through Hawaii, Mexico, Costa Rica, Panama and, on two occasions, the deep wilderness of his own home province. Always teetering on the brink of humiliating failure, John is a left hander trapped in a right handed world. Business success eludes him, his staff outfoxes him, tropical bugs dine on him and each body of water into which he blunders tries to drown him. But despite these calamaties, our un-hero's sense of humor is undiminished. In other moments the writer's skill as a wordsmith enables him to evoke emotion and mood and his descriptive passages allow the reader to accompany him on the restless ocean, into dark jungles and thick forests. ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME? Yes, John, we are! This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9781463598839
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