Brisbane Photo and Werewolf of Oz Editing

Hi, it’s Green. First of all, I was just looking at Fresh Pressed on WordPress yesterday, and saw Debra Kolkka had some photos of Brisbane up on her blog. As Grey is heading that way I thought I’d repost them over to the Werewolf of Oz blog. I’ve also copied my favourite below. Looks like Grey should feel at home in Brisbane when it gets there!

Secondly, our editing team at the Greenygrey have tidied up Grey’s blog from a few days ago, and the end of the blog’s before and after are below. There are two more blogs since then, and it’s all looking swell for Grey at the moment. Cheers!

Before

Warilla and Warrawong Before Wollongong

We passed Warilla, and saw gorillas warring on the beach.  I was amazed to see this, as the gentle giants are usually very peaceful.

Then we reached Warrawong, where there were many gorillas in a plentiful peace protest proclaiming war is wrong.

Wall and Gong Prevent Landing in Wollongong

The incidents we witnessed in Warilla and Warrawong spooked us out a little, and then when we approached Wollongong we could hear a deafening gong sound long before we set eyes on it.

Well, actually, we never even set eyes on Wollongong, because there was a massive fortress style wall all around it.

So we continued past it, hearing the gonging grow ever louder until reaching its zenith off Battery Park.

Somewhere between Wombarra and Scarborough we reached silence once again.

After

Warilla and Warrawong Before Wollongong

As we passed Warilla we saw gorillas warring on the beach. I was amazed to see this, as the gentle giants are usually very peaceful.

This was confirmed when we reached Warrawong, because the beach was full of gorillas holding a peace protest proclaiming war is wrong.

Wall and Gong Prevent Landing in Wollongong

We were still a little shaken by what we witnessed in Warilla as we approached Wollongong, and then we heard a deafening gong sound reach us from the north.

I wondered if we should land at Wollongong, as planned. The decision was made for us when we approached the city, because there was a massive wall all around it, just above the gong.

So we continued past it, hearing the gonging grow ever louder until reaching its zenith off Battery Park.

Somewhere between Wombarra and Scarborough we reached silence again.

 

Werewolf of Oz Editing for Epic Fantasy Travel Book

Hi, it’s Green again.  We are busy editing Grey’s Werewolf of Oz rambles for a literary nonsense masterpiece, which we plan on charging a little for, as we’re putting so much work into it, and hopefully to keep the trolls away. It is the epic tale of one half of a legendary werewolf; that’s Grey; taking the long Oz dust sandy path on a quite amazing quest to reunite with its other half; that’s me.

Editing the Werewolf of Oz

Although Grey is doing a greyt job blogging from Oz, it is perhaps understandable under its circumstances that it isn’t the top notch quality prose of our combined North American Rambles.  So the remaining team at the Greenygrey have been carefully editing and interpreting its blogs to make them worthy of you.

We just caught up with yesterday’s Werewolf of Oz, and here’s the edit.  We hope you like the changes we’ve made, which are after the poem, and think it’s a worthwhile improvement.

108.  Bye Bye Bingie, we’re off on a Bottlenose Travel Fantasy

I awoke later than the others, and they seemed all ready to leave when I first looked up. They were chatting jollily, and there seemed to be a new spirit amongst them.

Buzzing Off from the Bees of Bingie

The bees put on a great brekkie of honey nut munchers, and I felt a new surge of energy flow through my body. I almost felt green, and thought my emerald cork hat might be glowing. I asked the others, but they could see no change in it.

After munching
all the munchers
we made our way
out to sea
for parley
with Barry
and family.

Be Safe said the Bees at Sea

The bees flew out out as far as the first horizon, which was the limit of their safe flight range; but some bungeed a little further. They all sang goodbyee. It was a beeautiful sight from the clear early morning ocean, lit up aquamarine by the new day’s sun.

The harness and raft worked well. Barry and I swam in the front, with Barry’s wife and three calves in two rows behind us. It felt good to be a dolphin again, and to be swimming in the open sea with great company; although sad to be without bee.