Not those kinds of clones, for goodness sake! What great galah is responsible for the artwork on this site?
Everyone knows I’m partial to a good dress-up. What of it?
This novel has nothing — absolutely nothing — to do with Star Wars.
Well … with one small exception.
Have you heard of that story structure template called The Hero’s Journey?
I don’t know much about that sort of carry-on. I haven’t got much time for smarty-pants writers who are so inward-looking they disappear up their own fundament.
What I can tell you is this: I’m the hero of this particular story.
No question about it.
Me and Oodles step in to look after the Windy Mountain Tasmanian Tiger Museum while Joffa, Katy, baby Jack and Moose head off to the United States to raise some much-needed money.
I was worried they’d make a deal with entirely the wrong kind of bloke. Or worse, be hit with tariffs they couldn’t afford.
So I really had to step in. Find them a new drawcard.
I can’t lie. The idea came to me after reading about Dolly the Sheep.
But I’ll take full credit for everything that happened after that.
You can find Blokes Send in the Clones as an ebook on Amazon, Kobo, Apple Books and Barnes & Noble.
If you prefer the smell of paper and ink, the paperbacks are on Amazon too.
JOHN MARTIN 