The video made me sick. What the hell is wrong with a cop that will do that?
Researching facts for a novel I am working on, WWI was the topic. Back in school many years ago, I remember having to memorize facts about the different wars.
The history of 2020 thus far could not have been dreamt up. As a writer, I don’t think I could come up with all of the ‘sparks’ that we have around us. The kindling is ready and at flashpoint.
In just the last few months, weeks really, a virus either created in or let loose from, a lab in China has been more deadly than many wars throughout history. The lasting effects of this .001um size bomb will change the world forever.
Tyrants with delusions of grandeur are now pretending they know what is best for their people, citing science as the reasoning. If you understand science, as I happen to, you would realize that science is not even on the table. It is about power.
We see this egocentric behavior in all walks of life. Unfortunately, we see it not only in our government but in our police force. The execution that we all watched on TV triggered my emotions. I was sickened by what I saw. We don’t know the facts; we only know what we saw.
In time the ‘system’ will prevail as that cop is not a politician, and more than likely has no one in power to run cover for him, unlike those ‘servants’ in DC and other government agencies who sit in their ivory towers.
There is a real danger in dealing with the mental health of a society when you enforce draconian measures like the Communistic regime in China. One of the ways we punish prisoners is by locking them in a cell. Many become suicidal.
We don’t have the facts on COVID 19. We know that decisions were made on very flawed models, and we have a press that is doing everything in its power to stoke the flames of racial hatred while peddling a narrative written by the government of China.
Social media is equally infected with political biases, with many self-appointed propaganda czars peddling a false narrative, again doing the bidding of our friends in China.
The incident in Minnesota is not a racial issue. When I saw the tape, I, as a white person, wanted to pick up a sign ‘Black Lives Matter’ and walk with them. Again we don’t know all the facts. We know that once a perp is handcuffed, the fight is over, you put them in the car and bring them to a holding facility where their case is adjudicated in a fair system. That clearly did not happen.
Three groups of people are on the streets of Minneapolis tonight.
You have protestors who are making the point known that everyone deserves equal application of the law.
You have those who are opportunists who are looting businesses because the police are busy dealing with the third group, professional agitators who are creating anarchy.
You can watch the news, and you can easily identify who is who. Burning buildings, cars, and what have you while taking their pictures flashing gang signs are those who don’t care about civil rights, the aggrieved, or your feelings. They are there to promote anarchy and to be seen by other gang members.
There is a fourth group I didn’t mention. They are those trying to reign in the most egregious perpetrators. They need to do so without increasing tensions.
The cop that killed him needs to answer for his actions. Those cops that stood around and watched need to be held accountable for their inactions. Those people who sat there for six or eight minutes filming it need to be held to account as well. Why didn’t you call 911 or ask the cops standing around to help him?
We don’t know all the facts, but we do know that those who have been in lockdown that came out for this ‘riot’ most probably had a lot of pent up anxiety, and this action by the police force was the spark.
Whose cars did you burn up?
Whose business did you destroy?
Whose houses are you breaking in to and shooting through their walls?
Why are you terrorizing your own neighbors?”
What you are calling for is mob justice and my friends that went away with the law of the six gun. Unless you want that back, I would think hard on your next actions. The spark you strike might start a war that you cannot win.
I would also like to call out CNN and MSNBC for their horrendous activity. They are not journalists; they are propagandist sewing the seeds of hate, fanning the flames of anarchy by spewing poison.
They must hate this country, or they are being paid to act irresponsibly. Peace and calm are what we need. Destroying the town by using race-baiters like Al Sharpton is cheap, loathsome, and stupid. People will get hurt, they could be killed, and CNN and those like them will then blame someone else.
If your emotions are triggered, you are being manipulated. It is that simple.
Stay safe, stay away from the area if you are there, and remember that hate is a poison that you take in hopes it will affect someone else.
Those riotors were hardly social distancing, and the virus is real. How many will get sick, and how many more will die because they were stirred up by the media?
A protest is peaceful, burning buildings, looting, and injuring people are criminal activities no matter what sparked it.
Greetings to you, my usual followers; and thanks for being there. For you who just hit that magic follow button, I am grateful.
Tonight I want to dispel the myths of the mask.
What is a mask going to do for you, regarding Covid-19?
Peace of mind
Blunt the distance your water droplets travel away from you.
Notice I did not say the virus, I said water droplets which might contain the virus.
Here is the reason; The Science is, The virus is .005 um in size. You can only see it with an electron microscope.
Your surgical mask blocks contaminate as small as .1um. In case you’re math-challenged, the pores in your mask look like wide-open doors to the virus. .005um is orders of magnitude smaller than .1um.
You can test if the mask is working, or if you have it on correctly by the following. Spray some Isoamyl acetate close to the person with the mask. If they smell bananas, it is a failure.
You don’t have that, use this. Smoke is .04 to 4 Um Light a match.
No matches, Perfume, another ‘ester’ not unlike Isoamyl acetate is .3 um. Can you smell it? It is a fail.
As you can tell from the ‘science,’ you need some serious PPE to protect yourself. Surgical and N95 mask both block a percentage of particles to 0.1um. They have several layers that would have the virus weaving in and around the fibers, unlike a bandana.
The face shield, along with the N95 mask, properly worn, will protect most, from picking up the virus. Those that know better don’t tell you this, because they need the ‘good ppe” to be available to the medical professionals. Most civilians would probably not wear the mask properly anyway, and if there are any air gaps, it is a waste of a mask.
Another thing about these respirators, the N95, is you need to be medically fit to wear one of these things. They restrict the flow of oxygen (air), so breathing can be a bit of a challenge.
There is a dark side to this whole thing, which I am not sure about. It is this. Let’s say you are asymptomatic, and you are positive. Instead of shedding this virus through respiration, you are re-inhaling it. As the virus multiplies, which it does like rabbits, you are adding more of the virus into your system. For all of the press briefings and all the hysteria, I cannot believe why the good folks that are paid to keep us safe, have not told us these things.
Let me tell you what I am doing. Firstly, I am getting outside as much as possible. I have worked in the garden, spent time in the pool, and walked the neighborhood. I have even spent some time laying in the sun, although no more than about ten minutes a side and not during the hottest parts of the day. Well before noon, or after five…
Here is something else I am doing, and I wish I had stock in the company. I have ozone generators. Why, and what do they do?
Ozone is well known to inactivate viruses that are on surfaces. I spend a lot of time in my office. When I leave it in the evening, I turn on the generator and let it run. By morning that half of the house has been flooded with ozone. Any virus or bacteria is most assuredly worse for wear. Now, I could take that one step further and put it in the bedroom during the day, which I have done on occasion.
You can run these things in bathrooms or other areas like the kitchen at night.
Your mileage may vary, and ozone is an irritant. Don’t run it when you are in the room with it. Ozone can and will most of the time cause mild irritation to your sinuses. Don’t be in the same place with it, and air out the room you have sanitized before you occupy it. I have no idea if breathing ozone would have any effect on the virus in your body. I would think the irritating effects of the ozone, would just add to your misery. Since the virus would be in a damp warm area I seriously doubt it would have any effect, other than to make you more miserable.
I am just telling you what I am doing to minimize my risk of exposure. Don’t come after me if you follow what I am doing and get sick. That is your disclaimer. My blogs are for entertainment only…LOL Yes, there are litigious people out there that would go after the tooth fairy if they knew an activist judge who got cheated as a kid.
Ozone generators are available on Amazon. They have been sold for eons through different manufactures of expensive air filters. I used to have one of those fancy air filters. The fan motor went out, and I could not find a replacement.
I have a theory about this whole thing, which I will also share. See what you think. This virus is a very hyped-up version of the coronavirus, which exists in many forms. This one is more contagious than the others, and like the flu, there are different strains. Some strains tend not to be so severe, and some appear to be doing other damage than just to the respiratory system. ‘your lungs.’ It is a single strand of RNA, which, if I remember my biology, makes it less stable.
I have doubts that they will create a vaccine for it, certainly not by this fall. We ‘the human race’ have become where we are by taking risks. When you get in your car, crawl in the shower, or even eat your dinner, you are taking risks. 4000 Americans die each year from choking on their food.
I think sooner or later everyone will be exposed to it, and will either get very sick and die, or they won’t. The older you are or, the more comorbidities that you have, change your odds as to how you will fair. Weigh your risks versus living your life.
I am not advocating throw all caution to the wind, but what I am saying is this, If you have to work to support your family, you might have to make some tough choices.
I realize that is a sobering thought, and I hate to leave you with that note. We can watch the southern hemisphere and see how they do through their fall and winter. We can hope that greed motivates companies to create a vaccine or, at the very least, therapeutics that decrease your odds of needing a ventilator.
Yes, I meant greed. There are very few companies that are so altruistic that they are only motivated by the selfless act of spending millions on saving millions of people. Big Pharma does not work that way.
I am also convinced without capitalism (greed) we would still be living in caves.
Wash your hands, social distance, and use common sense.
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I am taking a break from the world of the virus to talk about our world. No, not the one with the virus, the one that we have in our minds.
I critique a fair amount of writing for peers, friends, and yes, even some family members. A CP or critique partner is a two-way street and is invaluable to a writer.
One of the things I see most often is a flat world. What do I mean by that?
I think examples go far beyond talking about them, much like showing instead of telling. I am going to world build for you. The first example is flat….
David followed the carnage throughout his realm. It was easy to tell where they had been by the sacked villages in their wake. From the burned out buildings to toppled statues, whoever was doing this had complete disdain for the locals.
In this paragraph, we are introduced to David. Who he is or his relevance to the story is anyone’s guess. We can assume he is after the people doing this to the locals, but again we don’t know. I do give you a clue to the hate by the toppled statues. Burning their villages is one thing, but toppling statues shows us that there was more than purpose to the destruction.
Ok, let’s try again; this time, let’s show a little bit more.
Sir David left the castle in response to news from his realm. Invaders had moved in from the West, showing total contempt for him, his kingdom, and his kind.
The scents of the pines were quickly replaced by the acrid stench of burnt wood, animals, and people alike. The skies turned dark, the closer he came to the first village. Once the pride of his kingdom, not one structure was left. Even the sculpture, honoring his mother the Queen, lay in ruins with the head, smashed into a fine powder. Charred remains of his people smoldered in piles of ashes of what used to be their homes. Viewing the ruins through angry prisms of tears, he pressed on.
You will notice that both paragraphs relay the same information about the scene. Except now in the second one, we learn who David is, who that statue was of, why it was so meaningful, and we learn more of the hate of David’s mother. We still don’t know who the enemy is or why they hate his mother, but, we would turn the page to find out.
When world-building, you are a god. This is your world. You have the divine power to create as you see fit and destroy as you will. If you want readers to be interested in your writings, remember to use as many of the senses as you can.
In painting, if you look carefully, you will see that white is not white. If I am painting a lady in a white blouse or dress, you will find multiple colors in the fabric. If it is a warm shadow, there will be warm colors, and conversely, a cold shadow will have more violets blues and so on. Not only will there be many different colors but many different values.
When I write, I try to grab the reader by the …yes that. I want to draw the reader in so they can smell the burnt flesh, or perhaps the aroma of the rose.
Much like the art, I paint my paintings and scenes with the same passion, and that means I use composition. In a painting, I seek to draw the eye of the beholder in toward the center and have their eyes go more or less in circles as they see all that is. How do we do that with our words?
We paint with our words. All of the values and colors must be represented by our words.
Here is a trick that you might wish to use. In your mind, when you are writing, you have an idea of what the scene looks like. Many, even some of the great authors, do not do this justice. Here is the trick. By the way, if you want more of these hints, tips or tricks, hit that follow button.
The trick is to go out on Pixabay or just google a scene like you are trying to write and post it where you can see it. Now, as you world build, paint that scene with words. Don’t forget the temperature, time of day, and for God’s sake, add smell or scent or odor in the painting.
If I mention biting into a lemon with the bittersweet taste, your saliva glands will more than likely respond, just by the mere mention of it.
When we write erotica or racy things, yes, in both men and women, things respond not only anatomically, but in your brain, chemicals are released. That is what we are going for in our art, whether it be words or oils.
When you world-build or tell your stories, trigger those reactions that you want in your reader, so they become part of the story. We wish to have them feel empathy toward your David. Have them ride along with him experiencing all the disgust and scorn that he does. Just maybe your David is riding on a dragon. Maybe your David can shoot fire from his fingertips. It is your world. You are the God of your universe.
One last bit of advice I would leave you with during this blog entry is this.
Enjoy what you are doing. Live in this world that you are creating. Feel the cold air on your cheeks as you take flight on your magical beast. See the forest below you, and notice the smoke in the distance. Plan your strategy for taking on the vermin that dare to come into your realm.
Yes, I just made all this stuff up in about ten minutes or so. I write about one novel every three months, give or take, and that includes holding down a full-time job.
Currently, I am 36K words into my newest novel, which is about a young lady who discovers through a vision that not only is she blessed with magical powers, but she is about to be forced into a confrontation with a government skunkworks program. It would seem that the government is using genetically modified food to promote a unique genetic change in the minds of children to encourage telekinesis. They are unaware that what they are doing will turn an army of people lose on the world with powers the likes of which they have never imagined. Bethany, my main character, is a witch that will soon be pressed in to service against a human-made evil.
The audience for this novel is the Harry Potter, Sabrina The Teenage Witch, and the Spirited Away crowd, with a bit of Stranger Things added for spice. I think the book will be about 80K words give or take, with options for more if the story takes off.
Follow me here for updates, as I work every day on this novel. Unlike my other thirty-odd books on Amazon and Smashwords; I am going to attempt the Query process once again. I will not make a job out of it, however. Each letter takes no less than four hours, and that is at least a chapter in a new novel for me. If, by chance, you are in this industry, and like the concept, save me the query process for a leg up on representing this novel.
Much love to you, my faithful followers. BTW, I have taken the time to visit many of your blogs, I have commented on a few of them. Hang in there world; things will get better. –TW
Ok, I am interrupting writing on my latest novel for a reason. Do you ever learn something disturbing, and it sits in the back of your mind? I do this consistently. I will often awaken at three in the morning with a solution to whatever I learned that was troublesome.
Here is the problem.
Farmers are dumping tons of milk, destroying food, and might have to kill and destroy livestock as the supply chain is broken, due to the virus. Give that some thought for a minute.
I am sure that some of them have found creative ways to gift some of that food, but I have an idea.
Why in the world don’t we use the National Guard to fill in where the supply chain is broken?
Tax dollars subsidize the farmers. Why not bring those food stuffs to the inner cities where non-working people could use them to feed the homeless?
With over 30 million unemployed people in this country, we need a little leadership from Washington.
If you agree with me, share this.
Let’s see if we can get the attention of those DC aristocrats who live in gated communities and high rise towers, to do something for the little people.
Any food that is destroyed because they fail to act is a travesty and a loss. We need everyone to think outside the box during these times in our country, and for once, I would include the entire world. If this is happening in the US, what about other countries? Surely they have the same types of issues.
As far as the little elected and unelected tyrants who have tried to make names for themselves by putting people in jail for not wearing a mask, we will remember who you are, come election time. Your fifteen minutes of fame will be your undoing.
I am going back to my latest novel. I have an evil witch to find and destroy.
Should we give up on wearing clothes? Would zoom meetings be more interesting?
How has your life been affected?
What changes have you made to affect a positive effect on your life?
I joke about naturism but I did read a blog post about naturists getting together on zoom. How would that work? Why? I thought the purpose of naturism was to be one with nature? Is it something else?
Life goes on, my friends. We do what we must to make ends meet. Currently, I am pulling from savings to keep everyone happy, but that can only last so long. Sadly there are many out there that cannot scrape together $500 if they needed to.
Today the blog is not about writing; it is about being human. If you have followed me for any time at all, you know that I am a humanist. I love people. With luck, one-day people will be my bread and butter. By that, I mean studying that which we do, all end up as fodder for my novels. Some of this stuff seems unreal that it could be made up.
Months ago, when this all started, I wrote a blog about mental health. I knew that this much of a change in people’s lives would bring out or manifest aberrations in their personalities.
Did you see the video of the two police harassing a mum who lived in a mobile home? Two officers banged on her door and spoke to her in a very demeaning manner. They, in fact, talked to her as if she were stupid. The story made the rounds on the media, and they made sure to tout the fact that she lived in a mobile home. Not everyone can live in a gated community with $24K freezers filled with $16 a pint ice cream.
Whatever your station in life, put yourself in the other person’s shoes. They did not need to be terse with her. Her child plays with one of the neighbor’s children and has done so for some time. This child cut across one of the neighbor’s lawns, and they called the police. For real?
I was out getting the mail the other day, and my neighbor was walking their dog. I stopped as usual to visit, but on this day, she stays a good ten feet away from me. Her dog didn’t hesitate to get her belly scratched or give me a doggy kiss. Are we becoming a nation of paranoid people?
A comedian was making fun of Biden. We all know he is a little on the creepy side when it comes to women and their hair. They said this social distancing is going to kill him.
Ok, I am a hugger. Not any of those half-ass hugs either. Again if you read my novels, you know that I preach about being there for the hug. I get it. For my neighbor who has also been in her house for 46 days, to stay ten feet away from me, is alien.
I have noticed that many are talking about how China is going to repay the world for their deception. The more we learn about the lab, the virus escaped from, the worse it gets. While many leaders of countries might feel like letting it slide under the rug with a few good old boy deals in cigar smoke-filled rooms, occur I don’t think all countries will deal with Xi Jinping in that manner. I saw a picture of Vladimir Putin talking about this virus. Somehow I don’t think he will settle for some Chinese made crap in exchange for the damage to his economy, not to mention the death and destruction in Russia.
The problems with this virus are many. We don’t know what we don’t know. All of the research was destroyed. In a face-saving move, the propaganda has been prolific, but, somehow I think the chickens will come home to roost. The WHO will need to clean up its organization, and China will need to find some way to make things right with the world. How? That is the question.
Please keep in mind I do not blame the Chinese people. I know many, and I am very appreciative of their culture.
As of right now, 212 countries and territories have reported a total of 3,402,018 confirmed cases of the virus. There are over 239,622 deaths because of this. The numbers are the highest in the United States because the US is doing the most testing. 1,131,492 cases with 65,776 deaths and counting.
This event is historical, and many of us writers should be documenting it. Before history is changed to fit some narrative, I would encourage writers to tell their stories. Blog about it if nothing else.
Once you put it on the internet, it will be somewhere for all eternity.
Much like these blogs, I could delete them, but trust me. Somewhere in some vault along with 33K emails, will be these words.
Will yours be among them?
I did spend some time working in the garden today. It was a sunny day. You would never guess where the sun kissed me…
Much love, Stay safe. We will get through this. -TW
How are you all doing? The business has dropped way off. Even the spam calls are down to a minimum.
I did get some interesting emails today. Someone in Luxemburg is attempting to extort me for 2000 American Dollars. Of course, I have to acquire bitcoins and send them to some account that is probably a hundred characters long in hexadecimal format. I hope they hold their breaths.
The last person that did this was in South America, and they found him with my assistance.
You see, I am one of the few who could have found those 33K emails.
If pressed, I could probably walk up to them in a crowd, social distancing, of course. My trek would most likely bring me to China.
They have infected some businesses and using their computers to send out spam emails on naked contact forms. I will probably just remove the contact forms, and make it more difficult for robots to bother me. Everyone is using captcha’s, and they are working hard to defeat those as well.
Those spam extortion attempts are written like a fortune cookie in that some people will see some part of it as valid. Some will pay them and get nothing in return as what they are threatening you with is a paper tiger.
This is why my IT friends that you never depend upon free antivirus; it is not worth what you pay for it. So many idiots in the world with egos with no skin in the game tell their boss they can save them so much money using windows defender and nothing else.
Now, this company has all of its computers infected, sending out extortion demands all over the world. 126.96.36.199 Check out the IP for yourself. I wonder if Interpol would like to go after these guys.
What is even worse than the extortion demands are intellectual property. If I were to do some white hat hacking on this IP address, I wonder how far I could get. I won’t as it is illegal, and I never break the law, ever. We wonder how intellectual property is obtained, one way is to have a stupid IT guy with an ego.
Some of my novels have forensic computing peppered in them, as that is what I did for eons, well since Al Gore invented the internet. Pfft.
Anyway, since business is in the crapper, I have been doing some volunteer work. I realize that those kinds of organizations could benefit from my talents, so at times I offer it up to them. Other than that, I have been writing my latest novel.
Close to 20k words into a YA novel for supernatural activities. I will be using a literary agent for this book, so wish me luck.
If you are a writer and not working, consider spending some time with your fingers dancing on the keyboard. The world needs some poetry and some uplifting news.
Years ago, too many to mention, I had a ‘friend’ tell me that once. In my current work in progress, one of my characters is supposed to play the part of a used car salesman. He denotes his distaste for them as they are all mostly dishonest.
Why am I writing to you about this rather than working on my novel?
This novel is about a young lady who discovers that she is a witch. While learning her ways in the world of magic, all hell breaks loose. There is a dark force attempting to convince all witches to be in their coven. An undercurrent of government conspiracy is in the heart of the novel. The conspiracy is yet to find its way to the screen.
As I was writing about a car salesman, I thought back on the day when a friend of mine was a used car salesperson. If you saw Matilda with Danny DeVito as the unscrupulous dealer, that is what my friend was. We soon parted ways as I don’t associate with dishonest people.
I was in the market for a car. Instead of being honest with me as a friend, he tried to sell me an old Chevrolet that they had rolled the mileage back on. When they invented reverse drills, it was an easy way to change the odometer.
From sawdust in the gearbox to super thick oil to keep it from smoking, they did it.
Taking my chances with a car from the paper; my friend was incensed with me for purchasing a car. In retrospect, the person that sold it to me had put super thin oil in the crankcase as the oil pump was going out.
He told me, and I quote, If you are going to get EFFED, you might as well get EFFED by a friend.
Is there truth in that? What do you think?
I needed a roof after a terrible storm and elected to allow a person at my church to have their company put a roof on for me. It cost more than those of the people around me, took over a year to get it right, and they put on cheap shingle instead of what I originally had. What’s worse is there were no drinks and no kiss afterward. Not that I would want one, just saying, some pillow talk would have been sweet.
Speaking of shady, the same people that worked for the other fly by night companies are the ones that put my roof on too. I got nothing for the extra thousands of dollars.
I used to travel a lot. There is one state out of fifty that I have not been too, and that is Main. In one state, I was talking with a person who was justifying effing his neighbor. He told me, and I quote, “I need to put cheerios on my table too.”
I shook my head and walked away from the deal. If you cannot do business and treat your fellow person correctly, you should do something else. There is no justification for effing your neighbor, and you certainly never do it with friends or family.
Arkansas, I swear you folks take the cake at times. This one-man was talking to his friends at a local diner. I listen to people as I get ideas for stories or characters. This guy was bragging to his friends that his wife’s mother’s tractor needed a simple fix but, he convinced her it was not worth it to get a new one. When pressed, he told them, she gave me the broken one, and when she dies, I will get the new one too and the land that goes with it.
Whenever I need an asshole in one of my novels, that guys face comes to mind. I almost choked on my coffee when I heard that.
Life goes on. How are you all doing?
Look for updates on my newest novel; I am going to try and find an agent with this one. I have over 32 books out there published, so why not see if I can lure an agent into my lair.
This is a young adult, coming of age story of a witch. What is cool about this story is I make a compelling case that anyone could do it. We live in an escapist society, and with the current events, you can see why. We escape through the TV, video games, and yes novels.
Why not write a fun novel that will engage the reader? After taking hundreds of hours of writing courses instead of watching TV, I have pages of notes. From Dan Brown to Judy Bloom…Wow, everyone had an opinion.
After I get this one polished and marketed, I will be going back to my published novels and making changes to the ones that are underperforming. I love it when I get to a point, and you get that ‘ahaa’ moment. You know the one where you say ‘shit, is that why?’
The original Ailani series I might go back and rewrite the whole trilogy and condense it into one novel. It is a great story, but I think 350k words might be too much.
While I write and visit the cutting room floor, you all don’t forget to follow me here and, of course, on Twitter.
If you have read any of my racier novels, you might think of this as a prelude for some intimate moment.
That is not, however, what this is. I know, I am sorry to disappoint you. What this is about, is writing. Let me take you back to a conversation of plotting vs. pansting. (as in by the seat of.)
After taking a long hard look at Scrivener, I am thinking about purchasing it once again for my Macs. I am a PC type person, but, programs like Vellum are only written for the MAC. Vellum is the ‘cats ass’ when it comes to formatting your book. You can either pay people to format your book, or, you can buy the program and do it yourself.
Vellum is very easy to use, which is the secret for Microsoft, and yes, the Mac OS as well. Let’s contrast that with Scrivener.
I won’t give you a tutorial here on this blog about Scrivener, let’s just say it is not intuitive. Is it worth it?
It is not the price for the software you have to consider; it is the learning curve. Now add into the learning curve, is this the way you write?
As a Panster, I have resisted plotting any part of my novels. I have a starting point, and I have an idea of where the ending place will be, and I kind of aim in that direction via a stream of consciousness.
Ok, so let’s drop our pants down to our undies and see where we go.
I would call on New Writers to get used to the idea of creating a logline first. Let’s say you’re like me, laying there at night waiting for sleep to find you and this idea for a story is rolling around in your head. What if? is typically how it starts.
What if we had this guy that is digging around using a metal detector, and stumbles on to something that triggers his detector in a big way? He is out in the country on land he recently purchased and built this metal detector from a kit. He and his wife take off on Saturday for something to do as a husband and wife. Ok, they have a metal detector, then what?
As they trace the arc of the signals returned to the device using little wooden markers, they discover that under their feet is a large metallic object.
While the reader is trying to guess what they found you, the writer is just writing it as if you are there with them, as the events unfold as it were.
What if you started your story with this?
A husband and wife spend the weekend looking for golden nuggets when strong signals send their metal detector into overdrive. Moving a few boulders away from an outcropping buried by scrub brush, they find a metallic doorway with strange-looking controls by one side of it. Within moments they are inside an alien craft that was hidden by its occupants from centuries ago.
A good logline should be two sentences, not three, but 30 to 50 words or so is about right.
Let’s try again.
An undersea anomaly causing ships to sink brings the military and several different scientists in to solve the mystery. As the secret unfolds, they discover an ancient alien civilization has been on Earth for hundreds of years, breeding with the indigenous people, creating those with god-like powers.
Ok, two lines 48 words. This is a decent logline. Now, as the writer, you take that logline and form an outline for your novel. Using something like Scrivener, you plot out your book, yes in your undies…ok not really. You get the point.
Loglines are nothing more than a very brief tease to get the reader to open the book or buy tickets to the movie. You, as the writer, can use them to keep you on target.
What might a tagline look like for this novel?
When the captain of a cruise liner barely escapes a disaster, he brings in the government, which discovers a city filled with aliens on the ocean floor.
If you are like me, sitting inside your house bouncing off the walls, take a trip to the stars in this futuristic adventure through time and space. Please consider leaving a review on the site from which you purchased it. Now, if you did not like it for some reason, please let me know here. Feedback is critical for authors.
I am waiting for the release of the Body Condom. I think back to the bubble boy when I read the news of the day.
Let’s talk about masks and why wearing them could make your chances greater of catching something.
First and foremost, most people only have a rudimentary understanding of how to wear one much less have a habit of practicing proper protocol when using one. Case in point, I was in a store when a woman in front of me sneezed. Instinctually, she pulled the mask down and sneezed into the open air and then put the mask back over her nose. Had she thought about it, she would have realized that the purpose of the cover is to contain her water droplets, which may or may not contain an actual virus.
Touching the mask and her face to pull it down, she rubbed her nose, face, and mask, contaminating it with her gloved hands. Whatever surface she touched, she now put up to her nose, on her mask, and what have you. That is how and why wearing a mask can increase your odds of catching a virus.
Wearing a mask if you are not used to it, will increase your odds of touching your face. Why? You will have something on your skin, stimulating it or causing an unfamiliar sensation that out of habit will cause you to rub, touch, or otherwise adjust the covering. (the virus does not care if nobody sees you do it…)
Hannity last night is a prime example of roaring stupidity as he went on about opening up sports stadiums, and how he would wear a mask. Paraphrased, he would drink his beer through a straw and put his hot dog under the mask and bite it and chew it under the mask.
Unwittingly, he spoke to millions who will now think that is proper etiquette for wearing a mask. No Sean, some people have the IQ of a house plant, and think that is exactly the right way to do it.
Now for you non-medical non-scientific geniuses out there, let’s talk about the virus itself. Yes, I am talking to you elected and non-elected officials trying to make a name for yourselves by having your fifteen minutes in front of a camera. Know what the hell you are talking about if you get in front of a camera!
When you think of the virus, and any kind of face-covering, other than an N95 respirator; imagine a screen door on a submarine. Yes, it is precisely that efficient.
The virus is so freaking small it takes an electron microscope to see it. Most masks or other face coverings you expect the public to use would look like the grand canyon to a virus. Yes, it would be like they were not wearing anything.
I saw a meme which said this…Thinking a mask will protect you against a virus is like thinking your undies will stop a fart. It is very accurate. Both solutions stink!
Stop pushing your stupid rules on the public, unless you can provide them with protection that works…Yes, that would be the N95 mask. Not only would it be real PPE, but…it would be real education.
Social distancing and coughing or sneezing into your elbow are as best you are going to get until this thing is over, or you can provide the entire country with real PPE.
Even with the best education and equipment, if the reports are correct, this virus escaped from a level 4 laboratory in Wuhan that was staffed by people who know better. What in the hell do you expect with a public that has no clue how to use any kind of PPE, and elected officials and other public figures spouting absolute nonsense?
I remember the first week, this is the fourth…Ughhh
I must confess I did not think I would see day 31, where nothing much has changed. While the devastation has ravaged the countryside in larger cities and where warnings were not taken seriously, people I have known, are no longer with us.
It is not only difficult to keep a sense of humor during these times, but any sense of normalcy is just not going to happen.
If you are reading this blog from another country, I would be curious how you are faring and what your jobless situation looks like. We went from the lowest jobless numbers in the history of the country to over 13% in four weeks.
Over 22 million out of work, worried about how they will pay the rent, put food on the table, etc.
I have been in that situation, and it is uncomfortable, to say the least. In our country, we have predatory lenders who will swoop in with loans that would make Capone blush.
I warned about mental health weeks ago, and now they are taking that seriously.
Someone recommended that those that tested positive for the virus should be put on house arrest, complete with ankle monitors. That my friends is fascism.
Those ANTIFA people should be freaking the hell out!
Since writing artistically is not happening, I am using this time to research, market, and yes…read. Don’t let this time go to waste. What we sell to companies is our time. That is genuinely our stock in trade. Yes, our talents make that time more valuable. Those heartbeats, and what you do with them is your unique “good” that you have to swap, sell, or donate.
If you follow me here, you know that I freely donate much as my way of saying thanks for following me.
The elusive commodity, also known as sleep finds me up before sunrise. A cold front blew through yesterday, dropping the temperature from 82F to 39F or 27.78 C to 3.9C.
Steam from the coffee warms my nose as I hold the cup between my hands. Walking outside, even the birds are still nestled in their homes. Not one is greeting me this morning.
No cars are on the streets, no planes in the air, and for a moment I imagine what our ancestors of not that long ago might have experienced on this very piece of ground.
My mind carries me back to when the streets were fields; trees might have lined them along with open streams that flowed from the lake, not too far north of here.
The tall grasses and wildflowers would have dew on them, and my ankles most certainly would have been damp from my morning journey back in time. Perhaps I might have been ‘fetching’ some water or maybe milking a cow.
Back in my office, I open the window to let in the morning air, in spite of the artificial warmth from the night before. Steam still rises from my cup, as the visions of yesterday vanish with the coo from the dove, announcing that the sun is on the rise.
What will this day bring?
Silence from the world we live in is golden but, I am ever mindful of why it is, as it is. The world has changed, and it is no longer one that I recognize. I know of, or knew many that are no longer with us as the unseen marauders’ march across the landscape, sending many into whatever fate awaits them. Their well-fought battle becomes numbers instead of people, and that disgusts me. Those pompous talking heads will assign blame, not on the enemy, or those that released it upon the world but, on an army shooting blindly into the night, in hopes that some of the bullets find their mark.
The bell still tolls, and in the silence, I pause to think, what if?
E-mails from clients have all but stopped, and the phone which I have this love-hate relationship with is eerily silent. From the ticking clock on the wall, and the sounds of my fingers dancing on the keyboard; it is only my thoughts of you, the readers of this epistle, that warm my heart.
A chill encircles my ankles. Are they still damp from the morning dew of yesterday, or is it perhaps a reminder that I should probably close the window, and stay safe nestled in my self-made prison?
Sounds from a mechanical beast roar outside as the first shafts of sunlight filter inside, playing hopscotch on the well-worn tombs, waiting on me to awaken them.
More rumbling from a distant silver bird, hearken to a world that just maybe, might also be trying to survive the invisible assailants.
With the current situation it is going to take some persuasion to get people back on the boats and planes. Will you be one of them?
While staring at the same four walls sitting for weeks, stir crazy is an understatement. I have the pictures I took on my last cruise to keep me company.
In November, I sailed with Carnival to Mexio, Grand Caymen, and Jamaica. In all sincerity, I have sailed on other cruise lines, and spent a bit more for ‘nice rooms’ and balcony’s. On one cruise, I even had a butler that came with the room.
I say that to moderate this next sentence; I wasn’t expecting much on the Caribbean cruise. I have never heard anything good about Carnival, so I had low expectations.
It turns out that I never heard anything good because, I was not listening.
A cruise to me is a time when the cell phone does not work; you can have dinner with people who are not looking at their phones and doing things that you would typically not do. In short, it is a reprieve from life, and allowing someone else to do the driving.
I was more than pleasantly surprised by the accommodations. That was not all that impressed me.
For those who have never traveled with Carnival, allow me to talk about the voyage.
Making my way through the embarkation process, I surrendered the luggage and was pointed in the direction of food.
First things first, we all head to the Lido deck and find that there is plenty of food of all kinds for your enjoyment. If you follow my blog, you know I have a day job, and I write novels. I am stressed a good bit of the time. I sat there with my food in front of me, and I could feel the pressure leave, much like pushing that button on those Insta-Pots; the pressure was vanishing.
The time came that the cabin should be ready.
Outside the door is this little mailbox thing that held my door key and badge, that makes all things possible.
Keep in mind that I usually travel a little more upscale, so, again, I was expecting a small room with an unobstructed view.
The TV was on and in front of the bed. I forget what was playing, but I suspect it was information from the ship’s crew, something about ‘muster.’
The bathrooms on ships amuse me as they are very efficient. I am a little bit of a germ-a-phoebe. This room was so clean and pristine; I quickly dismissed my trepidations regarding its cleanliness.
The Balcony was my next stop after testing the bed.
Let me advise you on that balcony door, it is heavy and makes a rather loud noise when you close it. If you are like me and wish to dampen the sound by not allowing it to slam, be on the lookout where your fingers are. My thumb was between the door and the frame. Yep, that smarted, and much like someone with Turrets, I was probably less than polite. Watch where your hands are.
The Balcony would be adequate for those of us with insomnia. The sounds of the ocean ‘swishing’ beside the boat as it glides through the Gulf of Mexico were intoxicating. Sunsets and Sun Rises are a treat on the sea too. Stargazing was also great as this was during a meteor shower. I sat out one night and counted many particles of space dust streaking through our night skies as if to punctuate the otherwise beauty of the night sky.
On to muster.
Just do it. When you are sailing on any cruise ship, it is required by maritime law that you are briefed on where to go, and what to do, in the case of ‘disaster.’ When I say law, I mean, they will not start until they have accounted for every guest. That means if you try to hide in your room or hot tub, they will track you down before they begin. We waited close to an hour before they could account for everyone. Don’t be the ninny that causes tens of hundreds of people to sit and wait, while they hunt you down.
Once everyone is accounted for, the talk is not much longer than what you hear every time your fly.
With that over, your vacation begins.
Once on the cruise, eating, relaxing, and socializing are the main events that you need to think about. As your eating dessert, plan your next meal. It is great!
I was super impressed with the Horizons Restaurant. The staff were terrific, the food was delicious, and the nightly entertainment during your dinner brings happiness to the table and the entirety of the restaurant, as a collective.
Speaking of food, I did have a reservation at Fahrenheit 555 steakhouse. You might be thinking to yourself, Why TW…all the food is free, why pay for it?
I was with a large party, and it was my birthday. They were so lovely that I was not going to say anything when they overcooked my steak. The waiter saw that it was not what he wrote down, and ask me about it after I had eaten some of it. I told him it was ok, don’t worry about it. His response was, “It is not ok with me. That is not what you ordered; you are going to get what you asked for.”
Another at my table had the same issue. This guy bent over backward to make it right. Not only were they super friendly folks and made sure that my dinner was pleasant and of the quality, it should be but, the chef made an appearance at my table and apologized profusely.
If an overcooked steak is the worst thing that happens, life is grand, right?
The night was magical, and in truth, I just made myself hungry reliving that memory.
There are so many things to see and do while onboard; you will not be bored. Seek out the smaller venues, as they change personnel from time to time. From the piano bar to the IMAX Theater, you will notice that the time flies.
As a writer, I am always in need of new experiences. I came up with an idea for a novel regarding cruise ships while on this last trip. The idea was a little dystopian, which we are now living through. Anyways, you will meet many different people, and if you are like me, you will get to know them, and some will remain in your life, as some have for me.
Last night I wrote about Character Arcs, guess what, you need to meet characters to write them. On the island of Jamaica, I met two that will live with me years to come. Miss Lola and her sidekick Dr. Lizard.
They showed me parts of their island and their people that amazed me.
I understand that while in Grand Cayman, there is a place called Hell, and if I had known about it, and gone there, they would have stamped my passport, showing I visited Hell.
This being holey week, one must ask, is there a town called Heaven?
Why am I sharing a small part of my vacation with you?
Folks, we are currently experiencing a speedbump on the road of life. You can either piss and moan about it, or you can make the best of it. As a writer, I am doing my best to keep up with you folks, and learning new techniques for the craft of writing.
As soon as they find a way to mitigate the effects of this pandemic, I will return to my life, and yes, that means Cruises. In the meantime, I will continue to work on novels, my craft, and keeping you folks entertained and, in some cases, informed.
Hello people, it is I, your humble author reaching out to you once again. Many of you are writers or authors, and I want to pay it forward. If you have followed me for any time at all, you know this about me already.
Character arcs are a considerable part of character development, which causes your readers to empathize with them. Much like the big-eyed boy with the black rim glasses living under a staircase, we all loved him. Why? The author did a great job of growing him as well as the other characters around him.
One way we do this is with character arcs. So, Negative arcs???
I get this question posed to me often.
If you first understand what a character arc is, you know that it is basically the growth or change a character makes during the story.
Your protagonist will probably believe some lie that possibly they learned sometime in their youth. They have lived a lie, and somewhere in your story, their ‘truth’ is challenged.
A common lie is, they are not worthy of love. Many go through their whole life because of their upbringing, believing that. A little secret here, I was one of them. Shhh, that is our secret, and a lie that I had to overcome. Those horribly abused children you read about…That was me, and I would have loved the staircase vs. what I went through.
During the plot, they go through twists and turns and discover that their ‘truth’ is indeed false. This can create a crisis for them, which is fun to write. This would probably happen during the climax where they ‘shift’ their thinking. Letting go of the lie and accepting the truth as their new mantra. Because the lie and reality are probably apparent to your reader, they can empathize with your character, which will engender support for your writing style.
What about a negative character arc?
There is the same lie, but the truth remains elusive and, the character now embraces their lie even more and spirals downward into less than proper behavior. Breaking Bad is a perfect example of a negative character arc.
Had I not learned the truth, I dare say that drugs and alcohol might have been my undoing. That would have been a negative arc. Death can be part of a character’s negative arc.
In my novel, Presidential Assassins, Kelly’s arc is compelling. Before going into the military, her stepfather met an untimely demise, after attempting to rape her. While it appeared as an accident, this action put her on the radar of a group that works outside or above the law.
After her mother re-married…Kelly became a military brat, enlisting as soon as she could to get away from her parents.
She was a pilot in the air force, shot down and tortured by the enemy. Kelly, unknown to her captures, is a real badass. She learned as a military brat, at an early age that she had to be tough. When she saved a school friend from being raped by a gang of older boys, she came close to killing them. Her friend brought her father back to the scene in the nick of time. He stopped her from breaking their necks. She had them all down, and now she was going to end their reign of terror, one at a time.
Realizing that he now had a debt to repay, he hatches a plan. Taking the gangly redhead under his wing, teaching her his ways would benefit her. As a master of martial arts, he teaches her discipline, among other things. While some of her talents come from her heritage as a red-headed green-eyed Irish woman, the lethal talents were taught to her by this man. She became a master.
Fast forward past the war and her time in the exchange program on an aircraft carrier, she finds a job as a reporter.
After an explosion in California, Kelly is sent to research who was responsible. During her flight, the plane she is on is hijacked. Guess who kills the hijackers and flies a shot up 737 back into Scottsdale during a storm.
This novel is so full of action you will not be able to put it down.
Kelly has what we call a ‘flat character arc,’ or possibly a slightly positive arc as she does adapt and change to the situations. I say that because, in reality, she arcs positive, negative, and then just kind of flat because she is who she is. She is dynamite with a temper to match.
I don’t care what your gender happens to be; you will fall in love with her.
There is a secret organization that controls world leaders, and she is recruited….That is about as much as I can tell you without spoiling it.
A flat character arc is one where the character does not change who they are. Some examples of that would be Indiana Jones or James Bond. To a large extent, it is Kelly McGuire.
If you honor me by reading it, please let me know what you think of it. This is an adult read. There are sexual situations, some violence, and people Die!
My friends, I hope that you are all safe, and staying inside, away from those who this virus could be fatal. With 7.4 Billion people affected, and the world’s economy headed for the toilette, we will be talking about this in the history books for some time.
Things to think about as we sit staring at the same four walls for weeks on end.
Yes, it is another day here in Texas. I am taking a break from my day job to tell you all hello.
The stories I hear are heartbreaking. So many good people are succumbing to this plague that was unleashed upon humanity.
I am not going to preach about God or Christianity here. I respect you all way too much to do that. I will tell you that there is lots of useful information contained in the Bible. A book that I find the most issues with is Leviticus. Still not preaching, I was thinking about the advice of what not to eat.
Some of our friends around the globe eat things that ought not to be eaten. I am speaking about the wet markets not only in China, but many countries have them. Whether the market was an accelerant for the virus, created in some lab or it jumped from creature to human there, had they not had this living petri dish of dead and dying animals for sale, we would not be in this fix.
If you think Levitical law was God’s actual words, beautiful. If you, like I, believe that man had a hand in writing this, fine. Some of the things in there just make sense. Take a look for yourself.
Many of you are probably way too young to know who Red Skelton was. He was a comedian in a time that you could be funny without using four-letter words. One of his signature lines was..(Pretending he was a child) “If I do it, I get a whipping…..I do it.”
I am confident that in writing, it loses some of its zing but, he was brilliant, and…there is a lesson there.
Unlike many of my Christian friends, I also believe Darwin knew a thing or two. If we did not have air travel, those that practice unsafe and unwise habits would just go away. They die off, leaving the strongest, fittest, and yes, the smartest, left to live another day.
The virus would not have left Wuhan or the Chinese mainland for sure.
Since we have air travel, just possibly, this is an argument for a governing body that supersedes other governments, much like we have in the states. The governor of the state is elected and can be overruled by the federal government if they act ‘stupidly.’ We have a few right now that need to be overridden and voted out when the next election rolls around.
The wet markets are a scourge and stupid. Just possibly, we need some international norms to follow if you want to leave your country.
Harsh, I don’t think so. When this plague is over, ask those who lost loved ones what they think. Ask the millions of people who are staring at four walls how they feel. Ask the milllions who are now out of work if they think that things need to change. How about the small business or large business people who will never recover. This virus has had an effect on 7.4 billion people! Ask them how they feel about wet markets.
With international air travel happening all day and night, seven days a week, practices like wet markets and biological manipulations of viruses must be stopped.
You who live in those countries are not who I am addressing. The leaders of all of the nations are who I am speaking to.
Plagues like this one were avoidable, and if some common sense laws were followed, we would not be where we are today.
Having said that, I am working on a new series of, how to self-publish, that I will be releasing in the weeks ahead.
Many of you would like to give it a whirl, and don’t know where to start. I have run the gauntlet and have it mastered, kind of.
With over 32 novels in markets around the globe, I must be doing something right.
Hang in there, I am thinking about you and wish you health and happiness.
Let’s control what we can and let the world take care of itself.
Hello fellow earthlings, I know life has just sucked the last few weeks, and I feel that it is going to suck more before it is over.
Let’s break away from the news of the day and talk about writing. I feel many of you that follow me are writers, want to be writers, or are authors who want to see how others do what they do.
With over 32 novels selling around the world, I have learned a thing or two.
Let me start by talking about the reasons to write. I am sure I have addressed these before in a previous blog, but let me do it again for those who are new to this site.
The only reason for you to write is that you love writing. Unless you work for a paper or some other institution that has hired you to write manuals or something, we writers write because we love to write.
If you decide to write a book because you want to live in a gated community on the ocean in California, or Kiawah Island or, perhaps, Martha’s Vineyard, let me just wake you the hell up. Your first novel will most likely be horrible. Sorry for the truth of it, those are the facts. You can work and research your heart out, but your first work will suck. …probably…
When I wrote my first few novels, I appealed to an audience that was not looking for literary genius. My craft was not developed enough to appeal to a high brow audience. What I was looking for is writing something that people would buy for a couple of dollars, and hopefully give me some feedback.
You see, the truth of it is, Beta Readers that are not your family are hard to come by, and you might have to pay someone to read your crap, and give you honest feedback. Too Harsh?
We need to be honest with each other, and we must learn to accept rejection. Rejection, no matter how hurtful, should be taken as part of the learning process. Feedback is terrific, even if it sucks. Only when we can step away from the forest of our writing, can we see the mistakes and missteps we have made. Only then can we see the weeds.
My advice to you is to write your first novel, polish it as best you can and then self-publish it, and then beg for feedback. Make it easy for them to go to an e-mail address and tell you how badly it sucked, and they want their $1.99 back. If they tell you why and what is wrong, I would send them the $2.
Writing books is a labor of love. Writing is hard. As a writer, you must form a habit of writing, even if it means you climb your butt out of bed an hour earlier. It is a lonely profession. I work till three or four in the morning many nights. Oh, and I have a day job. ‘I love to write.’
There are times I don’t like it too much, but I love to write.
Form your habit and stick to it. Much like exercise or following a diet, it is all about practice. There is an advantage to writing early in the morning. Your brain produces certain types of waves, and one of them are theta waves. When you get up in the morning, you have more theta waves going on than during the typical day. Taking a shower, your brain produces theta waves. Ever wake up with an epiphany or perhaps have one in the shower…? That is why.
I think the hardest thing to swallow is this; nobody cares. Your parents will lie to you and care because you wrote it, your spouse really doesn’t give a shit, and your friends will manage to distance themselves from you if you require them to love your book. Nobody cares as you do. It is your baby, and you are the one that needs to love it, nurture it, and then send it out into the world to see what happens.
I have said this before too. You cannot be a one-trick pony. I know writers who have been working on the same book for tens of years. OMFG…self-publish it and get on with it. Amazon will make a few dollars off you, the government in the place the person is in that buys it, will get some tax money from you, and if you are lucky, you might make a dollar for your labor of love.
Most new authors who self-publish make about $10 their first year. Damn, I know that hurts if you have never heard that before, but I speak the truth.
I know too many authors who pour a fortune in their book, ‘that sucks’ to have it professionally edited, pay to have a cover designed, and then pay people to market it. I have read their books, and they suck.
I make a point to purchase books from new authors, that manage to sit inside the local book store. Why?
I want to be supportive of them.
I want to speak with them and learn from them.
I get their signature and put the book on the shelf after I read it.
I can tell you after the first few pages if the book will hit or not, never missed once yet.
I want to encourage these authors to keep writing. Don’t stop.
Study the craft of writing, read books like you are disassembling a watch, that you must put back together. Examine the structure, story, and character arcs and ask yourself if you had written it, how you would make it better. Do that with terrible books as well. Where did the author go wrong?
The craft of writing is not something you can just do. Unless you are ‘somebody’ and can afford a ghostwriter to take your crap and make it better, you need to learn the entire craft yourself.
That is why I trumpet the idea of writing for the love of writing.
As an artist, I thought my first painting was pretty good. Today when I see pictures of it, I wish I could find it, I would burn it. The same is true for my writing. I have been writing since I was a kid. That was more than a few years ago.
The practice is crucial and doing it because you love it is the only reason to write. Once you perfect it, publish it on Amazon, or Smashwords, and see what happens.
If you follow me here, and if you would like some feedback, I might consider giving it if you would be willing to reciprocate.
I pray that you are all staying safe and staying home during these times of uncertainty. Live in your worlds that you create, or read some of my novels, and live in one of my worlds.
We will get through this, take a mental time out from CNN and MSNBC
Hate is a poison that you take in hopes it will affect someone else.
We have enough to worry about without the memes blaming the current administration for the crises.
It matters not what your personal opinion is, half the country disagrees with you. That is by design and all parts of political science. Yes…politics.
Now is the time to let it go, and come together as a people. There are ne’er do wells out there creating memes, spreading lies, trying to make things worse than they already are.
No, Trump does not have controlling interests in a company that makes a drug that has been around for over 50 years. When he talks about this drug in a positive light, it is to calm the masses. We don’t need panic in the streets. We need people to listen, stay home, wash their hands, and practice social distancing.
When you re-post their propaganda, you are assisting them in their desire to sew the seeds of hate and discontent. The Media is already doing an excellent job of spreading this hate, let’s not assist them.
Domestic violence is already at levels not seen in some time. Do you want to add fuel to the fire?
If your emotions are triggered, just know that you are being manipulated. I would say it was the devil at work, but man does not need his help to be jerks.
We will get through this.
Pray, or send good thoughts, or whatever it is that you do when you are thankful to those on the front lines. When this is done, it will affect most of the population of the world. We don’t need partisan bullshit right now.
Think of that last statement…everyone on the planet…. #stopthehate
That means that 7.64 billion people will have been affected by the time this is over. Does playing the blame game assist this in any way?
There will be time enough to blame someone when this is over.
Why do I get a feeling there is so much that they are not telling us?
Several Tigers at the Bronx zoo are infected with this virus, got that?
They say that an asymptomatic worker was infected and gave it to one of the tigers. That would mean that this person was closer than 6 feet from the animal. Ummm, was he or she petting it?
We learned that your housecat can get it, but cannot give it to a human. How do they know that? The virus, however, can land on the fur, then you pet the cat, and touch yourself and viola you are infected.
What other animals, insects, etc. can get and transmit this virus? Some versions of the coronavirus have been around for a long time, so we should have some idea how this works. What is different about this strain or version?
Wild conspiracy theories are floating around. I am not a tin foil hat person. I love them as they are fodder for novels, but as for the real deal, I don’t buy into that stuff. If you read my novel Presidential Assassins, you will get an idea of some of the wild theories I came up with, but what I heard today takes the cake.
Are you ready for this one?
According to the tinfoil hat brigade, the Chinese paid someone in our country to invent or bioengineer this virus to sterilize men. Let me say that again. Due to the overpopulation in China, they hired someone here to create a virus or modify one that would render men sterile.
In my book Under Roswell, I came up with that scenario on an alien world which backfired and rendered the entire population of men sterile.
In Saga of the Starduster, one of my aliens modify a virus to attack the cancer cells of our protagonist. The problem with single-stranded viruses is, they are unstable. They can and generally do mutate. While they are great fodder for novels, nobody in their right mind would mess with them, unless they were trying to create a doomsday scenario. Viruses are not picky about who they attack.
Even if you were stupid enough to create the virus, create the vaccine and then infect the enemy or ‘other guys’ the thing would mutate taking out the entire population. No, this is truly a doomsday scenario.
Some are arguing that it was here much earlier, and that is why many were sick in November. Ummm, I got sick after taking the flu shot. Two weeks to the day, I came down with the flu.
Firstly I waited way too late in the year to get it and, I learned a thing or two about the human immune system.
When your body is creating antibodies for whatever strain of flu they think might be prevalent that year, your immune system, much like the shields on the Enterprise or the health bar on your avatar goes down. The same is true when you donate blood FYI.
When your defenses are low, you cannot fight off the bugs that are in the air or on surfaces.
You might have noticed that one thing all the doctors do say is to take vitamins, eat right, and take care of your immune system—good advice to follow.
Other than social distancing and washing your hands, I don’t see much else that we can do.
I do want them to run some air samples in and around hot zones to see if the damned thing is airborne.
Tweet that yourself with the #askbirx. I genuinely don’t have any idea how a layperson gets the attention of the task force. Make this trend.
I am not trying to panic anyone, so don’t think that I am. We are too much like a herd of animals and spook with the best of them. I point to the empty shelves in most stores as a prime example of this behavior.
Some things don’t add up. I want this to get to the task force at the white house. Retweeting and sharing this with the hashtag #askbirx might do it.
Like all things unknown, the question about mask plagued me (pun intended). The reasons it bothered me were the ambiguities put forth by the ‘Presidents’ task force. Should the public be wearing a mask or other face-covering?
Tucker Carlson on Fox News was animate about the question as in his mind; it just made sense. Yes and no. They were not forthcoming with their reasoning.
Guess what, unless you can find the surgical kinds of masks the professionals use, you are wasting your time and money. They don’t want you to ‘find them’ as the healthcare workers need them more than you. That is part of the reason for the ambiguities, Tucker, here is the ‘rest of the story.’
The virus is too small to be seen with an ordinary microscope. Bacteria are visible with a compound microscope (barely), but a virus is not. A virus is about 100 to 120 nanometers or about a thousand times more massive than an atom. To keep that in perspective, they are much smaller than bacteria (which is a cell.) Bacteria are ten times smaller than a normal human cell.
Using this analogy might make more sense to you. If the virus were a coin, it might be the size of a dime and the bacteria the size of a platter. The holes in your scarf, or weave of the fabric, would look like a football field to the virus. Got it?
Now, if you understand that, you can take a magnifying glass and see the holes in the weave of your scarf or bandana. A mask used for woodworking and other hobby related activities is still much too porous to protect you against a virus, or bacteria for that matter.
The bottom line is this, a mask or other face-covering might…’ might’ blunt the amount, or distance, of a virus that you shed. That is the only reason to wear anything. Any face covering will not replace social distancing, and until we have the facts about the virus’s ability to be airborne, even that is genuinely suspect.
This is why the White House has been putting out such mixed messages regarding the wearing of a mask. The health care workers need the infamous N95 mask as they are in close proximity to infected individuals. I have no idea if that mask is effective against the coronavirus. I do know that it is much better than those masks you find at the hardware store and certainly better than a scarf.
What I am challenging the CDC to do is, put some high-quality mask material on a dustbuster (or several) and capture particulate matter in and around hot zones. Is the damned thing airborne, and if so, how far away from a hot zone is it in the air? What is the PPM or parts per million of the virus at different distances from hospitals and other areas of patients?
If my suspicions are correct, those folks on their balconies singing to each other in a ‘hot zone’ took risks that might have been fatal.
We need to understand the efficacy of and the ease of transmission of this ‘invisible enemy.’
No kidding; we need this to go ‘viral’ to get it to someone who cares.
If you have a HEPA air filter in your home, I would run it 24X7 especially, if you live in an area with infected people. It cannot hurt in this allergy season so, why not?
Use common sense precautions, and yes, please wash your hands.
Could this thing be airborne? If so how far can it travel and still be viable?
If you have landed here from Twitter, you have no doubt read some of my questions to the administration.
What we don’t know, can kill us.
As a writer of science fiction and yes, some racy novels, don’t let that dissuade you from examining what I put forth. In some of my tweets, I ask the obvious question.
Can the virus be airborne?
If we were to go to New York or Manhattan where the infection rate is high and set up detectors, what would we find? My gut feeling is that people shed these viruses at an alarming level. I would like to understand how long it takes the virus to replicate, and if it replicates logarithmically. Again my gut tells me that it does.
I am basing that on how long it takes to become ill.
It is possible that even as the virus is compromising its host, the host is shedding it while infecting others. Why is it more lethal in people with a high BMI or diabetic? Does it have something to do with sugar or some other nutrient that is higher in fat people or people who are diabetic?
Now, let’s push that theory forward just a little. This thing is damned tiny, and because of that, much like dust particles can float around for a long time. If they are not already doing so, they need to have monitoring devices all over the city from the street level to the tops of buildings, counting the numbers of this virus found in a specific period.
Since the prevailing winds would take it offshore in New York, let’s go to New Orleans, where the prevailing winds carry the airborne particulates into the state. How far? How far inland do they find it and what is its efficacy?
Houston: same thing. The prevailing winds carry stench from Pasadena well inland, what about the virus?
We know that damned thing has a ‘shelf life’ much longer than we would like. I suspect that UV from the hot Texas sun will kill it once it is airborne but, how long does it take to do that? Is that why the flu and other virus-related diseases are seasonal? Exposure to UV kills them and stops them from spreading?
Speaking of UV light, I happen to know that tanning beds put out copious amounts of UV light. Why not put PPE stuff into tanning beds to sterilize them? Not a doctor, but I did work around some of the giants in the industry, not too many years ago.
Airborne particulate detectors, to learn if the virus is airborne and how far it travels from a hot zone.
If I am right, we need to figure out a new strategy to keep civilians safe. That might be going inside and staying there. Hepa air filters might also be a good idea inside your home.
The hell of it is, we don’t know what we don’t know. We need to assign someone the task of learning the efficacy of the virus once airborne, and how far it can go and …how long it can ‘live’ just waiting for a host.
While I am trying to write, the thoughts of what so many of you are dealing with, wreak havoc on my creativity. From the loss of a job, to a loved one just breaks my heart. Stay safe and stay inside. We need to encourage our governments to think outside the box and not leave any stone unturned. If this thing is airborne as I suspect it can be, that adds a whole new dimension to the problem. We need to know, yes or no. I pray, I am wrong.
Yes, indeed, boys and girls this is the third Friday in a row that we are all staring at the same four walls, same sad faces, and yes, the blank page on our latest work in progress.
In my last blog post, I mentioned that mental health should be addressed. We, as a nation, much less as a people, are not meant to be in a cage. I get it, it is a beautiful cage, and just maybe you were one of those who continue to buy all the toilette paper leaving the shelves bare for the rest of us.
On some fundamental level, those basic necessities seem to live deep in our psyche. If I were a betting person, I would guess it has something to do with our tribal mentality or herd mentality. You might be asking yourself, TW, what the hell does that have to do with anything?
Great question, not a doctor and I don’t play one on TV. But here is my take on the great TP fiasco of 2020.
For ‘us’ to be acceptable to the herd, we need to fit in. If I had to guess, I would also say that is why people wear jeans instead of other kinds of slacks or pants. They are certainly not the most comfortable or stylish attire around, but yet we all have multiple pairs.
Taking that herd metaphor further, I would also guess that is why tattoos and piercings are more prevalent today. I about threw up in my mouth when I saw the governor of New York with nipple piercings under his polo shirt. ‘Hey, look at how cool I am; I got nipple piercings or how about this TAT, yeah that baby cost me plenty.’
Toilette paper is an extension of this in that; we dare not ‘stink.’ In the most basic primordial instincts, we want to make sure that we can be around others and not have an odor to us.
If we did, we might be shunned by the herd. This is just my educated guess on the matter, but it is the only one that makes sense.
I say this in that there was no mass e-mail telling people to go buy all the TP. Did this happen in your country too? Please let me know.
Years ago, I read this excellent book called ‘Dress for Success.’ One of the take-aways of the book was this “Fads are for fools.”
I am very comfortable in my own skin, and you will never see me with tats or any other tribal marks indicating which herd I belong to. I doubt that if you ask people with massive amounts of ink that they could articulate why they did it. ‘It looks cool, or I like the art,’ is just a superficial answer and not the real reason. Fitting in is more than likely the real reason if they were honest with themselves.
If you sport such a piece of art and wish to elucidate on the reasoning behind it, feel free. To me, the phycology behind this action fascinates me. I see some people well into their golden years getting tats for the first time in their lives. ‘That’ is trying to hang on to their youth by doing things that the youth are doing. ‘See, I am still cool.’
“No, not really, desperate is probably the real answer, or maybe afraid of facing your mortality.”
As the title suggests, this is the third Friday, which means as of Saturday, it will be three weeks of social distancing.
I am a hugger, and this is killing me; so that you know.
Here is my challenge to you. Call and or facetime, skype, etc. those that you know. Start with family and then call the family that you pick, those would be friends. Take the time to catch up with even the people that you know that you hardly ever speak with. No not on Facebook, actually call them.
We have become reclusive using text and Facebook as poor substitutions for being ‘social.’
Nature abhors a vacuum. If you are like me, stuck in your house, there is a vacuum in your life, what will fill it? Instead of coping by using negative emotions, or worse, substances, do it through interaction with friends and family. The odds are excellent that they, too, are suffering the same bit of cabin fever. Turn a negative into a positive.
Much love, and hang in there. Feel free to comment. Many of you have, and I love to hear from you. –Best -TW
The briefing from the White House is turning into a soap opera. While we need the information, Pence delivers a more consistent, better-rehearsed version of it. Having said that, they are missing a vital piece of the puzzle that they need to address.
Part of the task force needs to examine how convicts transition from being free as a bird to locked up. I have no clue if they offer convicts mental health tips to surviving incarceration but, people who are anal about all of the laws and rules we live under, have no clue how to go from a very social lifestyle to, locked up.
At one of Trump’s press briefings, CNN was pushing him into not being so cheery. CNN was and is way off base. They are doing their best to divide this country using emotional triggers. Never let a crises go to waste. The president realizes that he needs to present a calming, but truthful representation of the facts.
With the wrong turn of a phrase, he can drive the markets into the dumper. Why CNN and others goad him so is just irresponsible. During this time of world crises, they like he, need to be very careful what they say and do. One of Trump’s faults is, he is too cocky. I like the fact that he is a street fighter. There is a ‘time and a place,’ and sparring with the press during a world crisis is not one of them. His words must be carefully thought out, much like Pence.
I noticed that they were cautious not to use the word ‘lockdown’ and even pushed back against it when the reporters used it, but we are all ‘worldwide’ locked down. Some countries are much more draconian about it than the US.
While I plan to draw attention to this blog from the ‘task force,’ I also wanted to offer some advice from my experience as a writer.
When my mind turns to the events of the day, I get busy with my hands, and that might include painting, playing a musical instrument, or pulling weeds in the garden. If I can focus on my story, I will write. When writing, I make several notes for things that must be researched; I might also use that time for research.
There are many things that you can find to do, including putting together a puzzle with the kids. In this country, we are not ‘locked down.’ I went for a drive the other day. No place in particular just went for a drive.
There might be parks, or places you can go to that are not too congested. If others are there, turn around. Understand the ways to keep yourself safe and use them. Most stores have mapped off six-foot places to stand when checking out. I did go shopping the other day, and some young woman was on her phone, getting instructions while shopping. Her habit was to push her way into the area for what she wanted and get out. She moved me out of the way while pushing between me and the freezer door to grab something while not even acknowledging me. I just backed off and let her get her things. I was focused on social distancing and she was clearly not.
That is a hazard of what I am telling you. Her actions were much like a land mine. Is it live or dead, will it go off or not? Many don’t think or don’t care. We should all act as if we are infected with the virus. Using that method, we can mitigate the spread of this virus without going stir crazy.
To that lady and folks like her, act as if you are driving. Don’t shop with a phone up to your ear. Most people cannot do two things at one time and do them correctly. Social distancing is not habited, ergo; you must focus on it. Your life might depend upon it.
We will get through this, and the rules of the road might change as we learn more. During this time, we all need to do our best to keep from getting infected or infecting others. While you might be under the weather for a few days, the people you expose might die. Could you live with that? Sadly, some could. It is up to you to watch out for yourself and the ones that you love.
After people bid on items and then backed out after winning got me to asking why.
eBay enjoys success for two main reasons. One, much like Amazon, the service makes it easy for people to shop. Within moments of a simple search with the ‘buy it now’ filter enabled, people can find what they are looking for, and it is already sorted with the lowest prices first.
After a quick look at their ratings and possibly the shipping time, a few clicks later, the item is purchased, and you are done.
This might be what saves them from demise.
Q. Why do you think they would die?
eBay started with the premise of an auction. This is not an auction for new items, but old.
‘Old,’ as in items that have been around for a very long time and usually passed through the hands of several owners, possibly for generations.
These auctions allow people to part with ‘treasures’ that were once treasures of someone else. ‘Treasures’ are emotional purchases. Allow me to explain or, as Ricky Ricardo used to say to Lucy, ‘You got some Splaining to do.’
My grandparents had this cheesy clock on their mantel that had a faux fireplace in it. That clock intrigued me as a child. I was told that they would ‘will it to me.’
As a five-year-old at the time, I had no idea what that meant, I just remember that at some time in my life it would be mine. Well, it never happened. Sad, I know, but there on eBay you can find that same clock, which is ‘very old’ now in different states of disrepair.
My only reason for thinking about spending money on it would be as a reminder of my grandparents every time I saw it. Those types of purchases take you back to sometime in your life that hopefully was pleasant. I am assuming that one would not purchase or own something that brought them back to a horrible time in their life.
eBay recently succumbed to the taxing authority, where Sales taxes are now assessed on all purchases. If I sell an item for $100 and then out of state shipping is $30, and…now they collect a tax on it, the person buying it is looking at $140. Rounded. This happened, and the person backed out of the deal when they saw the final price tag. Can you blame them?
eBay is about getting a good deal, not spending tons of money on taxes and shipping.
Working this in reverse eBay takes a percentage of the sale price the seller gets less than the $100, has to have an item that is worth more than the $100 and go through the trouble of listing, packaging and managing the transaction.
The taxing authority is the beneficiary of your work or your purchase, and I am sure eBay cut a deal with them to go through the trouble of collecting and remitting the tax, so eBay makes more money from the purchase.
My sales on eBay have all but stopped because of this and I would imagine that others who sell on eBay as a hobby or business have seen the same types of changes.
Here is what I think needs to happen.
Once an item is no longer ‘new,’ they should not be allowed to charge sales tax on it again and again and again. That is absolute bullshit!
I would encourage you ebayers and, for that matter, antique mall shoppers and sellers to write your congressmen a letter objecting to this practice.
The problem with taxes is they only go up; they never go the other way. States and other taxing agencies will tell you how much your tax dollars help, but in truth, they just rob the taxpayers of funds. Municipalities, much like you and I, need to budget their dollars like you and I do.
The more they make, the more bloated and inefficient they become. Taxes choke businesses, and in the end, it is you and I that pay the price.
While eBay resembles Amazon more and more, I suspect that soon you will find other auction sites or people figuring out ways to market their ‘treasures’ not using eBay.
We the people need to push back, and it is past time.
Re-press this post or forward it if you are like me and happen to enjoy shopping for Trinkets and Treasures. Yes, that is going to be a business name for such artifacts.
If you know of such places, please let me and others know. The system only seems to work for the government. The way they waste your money, they do not deserve it. Some things should not be taxed, and I happen to think old tchotchkes should be exempt from further taxation.
My proposal will be this; you collect sales tax if you offer new items where you have in quantity, which is indicative that it might be a business. If, on the other hand, it is an actual auction, there should be no taxes. That is also true of flea markets, antique malls, and yes tailgate sales where like-minded people gather to swap stories, tell jokes, and yes, trade junk. We need to get some common sense back in our government, and it starts with you the people telling them enough is enough.
Folks, they work for you, we are not a serf class. Push back or be plowed under.
Ok, I pulled her plug, removed her source of power; I disabled her ability to distract me.
As we sit in our homes worried that some sneaky Made if China virus will attack us, do we really need more distractions? If you are like me, you are a writer. We create worlds and characters and all sorts of things, including widgets for solving complex problems. Do we really need the constant distractions from mechanical things advertising stuff to us?
I think back to when I put in my first phone. Wow, that was some time ago, but I still remember it. Shortly after I paid to have it installed along with gas, water, and electricity, there was the phone. Long before cable and the internet. During dinner, your favorite show on TV or…something more intimate the thing would ring. This was a time long before answering machines. There was no screening of calls back then, you either ignored it or picked it up. Yes, there was no caller ID, either.
There are you paying damned good money each month for people to have a way to bother you.
Today we have smartphones, tablets, and yes, Alexa, all sitting there along with your computer just waiting to distract you.
Turn it off!
Whatever machine you are using to write with, disconnect it from the internet. Take all the other stuff and remove it from your office. Put a do not disturb sign on your door. Be grouchy if someone ignores that sign, they will stop soon enough. This is your time to create. Don’t let the spoilers of your creations invade your space.
A word of caution, don’t do this too much. Set aside a few hours that you intend to be away from the world. Give fair warning that unless the place is on fire, don’t bother you. After that, be available to those that love you, or they may not like you too much longer.
The point I am making is, you can control your environment if you so choose to do so. Often writers come up with excuses for why they did not get something done. If research is your thing, when you hit that bump in the road, make a note ***research this*** and move on.
As we push through this time of uncertainty, don’t allow this opportunity to go to waste. Write and live in that other world. I promise you will find it liberating.
The horses finished in an upset as the favorite lost to a relative newcomer. Samantha Thomas grew up on the farm but wanted so much more than slopping pigs.
Her dream was realized when a visitor in town learned of her love of horses. Hiring her to train his horse, she eventually rode it in local races. Before long, she and Thundercloud were making their way into the hearts and minds of other enthusiasts.
Riding the horse to victory, the owner sold the horse to visiting Prince. The new owner, much like many in the stands, had no clue that the real gem was Sam, not the horse.
Diamond Joe, the man, was in the stands with his new son in law when Thundercloud came in from behind, pulling off an upset that would be history for years to come. His daughter was also in the crowd, but she was only there for her husband, Steve, and her father.
After the death of her father, and a year later her husband; Donna sold her home and went to be with her mother. Vera, her mother, passed from the flu, leaving her alone on the plantation. Dealing with a new horse that Steve, her husband, had purchased left her little time to socialize, not that she wanted to.
Teaching Journalism at the local university, Donna buried herself in her work. The plantation was a respite from the real world. When one of her students, an up and coming quarterback, argued with her about her draconian ideas on journalism, she saw in him the same spark that she had seen in her husband.
Dane showed an interest in her, which aroused the woman inside her. Learning of his desire to date her niece, she put that fantasy on hold. Hiring him to do some handyman work, Dane learns of her real love, the horse ‘Diamond Joe’ named after her father.
Not telling Donna the entire story of Sam, he alludes to her that Sam could train her horse. Inviting Samantha to her place, Donna soon learns that love comes in all sizes and shapes.
Was Samantha interested in her money, or something else?
Read the story, tell me what you think. I love this novel as have many of my readers. Check it out.
While we are all on ‘time out,’ why not read a love story with horses and racing as a subplot?
It’s very late or very early, depending upon your perspective of things. Insomnia is either my friend or my enemy, much like time itself.
Little Cat feet came to mind as I made my way from the bed to the window where everything glows from the ambient light, scattered by the small droplets of water.
It is not unlike me at 3 am to put the kettle on, and sit outside, and watch as the world sleeps.
My mind reels with the events of the previous day and this time l reflect on the last week. I am troubled by the loss of life, and how much consternation that must cause to the survivors of those family members. Italy is in my mind; my heritage in part is from a little town very close to where the famous violin maker created his works of art.
She came to the states when she was 16. Through digging in Ancestry, we know the name of the ship that carried her to our shores. My Italian blood runs deep, as does my English blood.
Care to guess what she brought with her? Somewhere in a climate control vault lives a 1721 original Stradivarius. The chain of custody was from her (his mother) to my grandfather, to my mother, to me.
One of the tuning pegs has disintegrated. I was looking into purchasing to luthier tools, to repair it when I noticed the label. Could it be a copy? Who knows, even the experts are not sure. Owners of Strads do not want it to be one, as that would lessen the value of theirs.
Still, it would be nice to have it repaired. Can you imagine learning to play on a Strad? Yes, I play musical instruments, and I think I would pick it up reasonably quickly but not to the level of those on stage. Muscle memory is required, much like most musical instruments and typing for that matter.
I think about what her journey must have been like. A square mast sailing vessel that depended upon the winds to move it along. Long before the Titanic set forth on its one way trip to Davy Jones Locker, there were the real sailors. No, I was not dissing those that work on ships today. Think about what that would have been like being tossed about by the wind and waves. Those old ships creaked and groaned and leaked.
The ships not only brought people and things, but they brought rats and disease. History is rife with stories of such things that we in modern times are all too willing ‘forget.’
I stepped outside as the steam from my tea made little wispy curls those water droplets joined the trillions of others before me. Iridescent colors only faintly color the otherwise gray surroundings flashing lights catch my attention.
What will this day bring?
How many more have stopped breathing?
When will it become too much for the healthcare system to handle people who are in need?
How long did it take Italy to get to the point of administering last rights, instead of putting people on the life-saving devices that are in short supply? Today we were ordered to ‘shelter in place.’
What does that mean exactly?
I was forced to run a ‘mercy mission’ today, well Sunday, as there are people I know that needed TP and food. Taking from my supply will extend their need to get out to ‘shop.’
A week without eating out has been rougher than I thought. With the options dwindling, the desire for fast food has crept into my brain. Now it is I who must find the mystical TP. Not today or tomorrow but soon.
Monday, I will take the time to get my characters busy again. So many of them are nestled in the pages of over 30 of my novels on Amazon and Smash words and, of course, many other places.
It is time to set them free and stop bemoaning my predicament. This is just a speedbump on the journey of life. Tap the breaks and move on. It is bigger than I am.
As for the Strad, I am going to write a novel called ‘The Last Strad.’
I go and visit it on occasion. It seems to be haunted. It is almost as if I can hear it playing some melody from long ago.
Hello, fellow detainees? How are you managing your time? No, I really want to know, is there couch time involved. Was there also a run on the liquor store? Did they limit beer?
Not a beer drinker, but I do like Merlot. If you have read any of my novels, you know this about me.
Merlot and Dark Chocolate is like nirvana on steroids.
I managed a few paragraphs on one of my works in progress, but I have not done much else. My friends and family have taken much of my free time in that they just need to socialize. What about you?
I am spending more time on my blog, as a way to reach out to you, and of course my friends all over the globe. I look at where you folks live, and now I like have these things added to my bucket list to travel to your home town. I think I have followers in all the major countries.
You are the reason I spend more time on this blog than I should. To create a novel that will go viral, I should be putting all of my juice in it. I know other bloggers/authors who have done that. In fact, there is one who still has a blog but has not posted since 2018. I reached out to her on one of her articles—no reply, which is a bloody shame.
I don’t care how many books sell and how much time I have to devote to them, I will always make time for you, and you…and yes you too.
You know you are my favorite, right? LOL
Until I heard my mother telling a sibling that they were her favorite, I thought I was special…
If you follow me, I go and peek at your blog, and on some of them, I might comment. There are some excellent writers out there.
I look forward to reading what you put out into the world.
That brings me to tonight’s topic, where does your material come from?
I have friends who are writing the next Harry Potter…from the work of J.K Rowling, who is now worth over a billion dollars. I wrote a novel called Cyber Subs that I researched but, was inspired to write it from reading 50 shades. El James is worth millions. Her books were titillating to some and naughty to most.
My material for that novel did not, however, come from any of her writing. Not only do I have followers here, but I have twitter and Instagram peeps. One fine young lady (no, I am not facetious) who follows me on twitter called herself a Cyber Slut. People, I am not naïve. I watched an Avenue Q performance on the internet saying it was made for porn, laughed and went on.
Over the years, when the internet went from a text-based interface to an actual GUI, sure enough, porn found its way on the world wide web. What floored me was the link I followed of her’s. It took me to a site called My Free Cams.
When I first went there years ago, I was shocked, to say the least. There were a few hundred models online each night. The number has tripled since I wrote the novel, and oh, by the way, they are no longer the only site in town. I will confess that I wondered why there were no nude dudes on there. Oops, I found them one day after I told my daughter about my findings. She and some of her friends gave me a list of places. Holy Shit! Yes, the expletive is warranted. There is nothing to stop a five-year-old from going to these sites. Mom and Dad, how are you going to deal with your children seeing this stuff when they are still in grammar school?
This is the problem with being stuck at home. I think a lot.
The brains of humans are wired in such a way that one would have to think this early exposure to hardcore porn would dement them in some way. The ‘me two’ movement might look like a parking violation in years to come.
Those sites have close to two thousand women modeling at any given time. There are multiple sites. I had to show nothing to anyone to gain full access. That is where my fodder came from for many of my racy novels. I have tried to create these types of books from the POV of both genders, as it is an excellent practice for writing something I could tell my parents about if they were still around.
I think schools are going to have to incorporate some kind of curriculum that addresses the porn aspect of the internet. Yes, it needs to be in the lower grades.
Sex workers, which is a real occupation, provide safe sex and an outlet for those who are socially inept or just need to get a release. I understand that process; I am a healthy red-blooded person.
I would love to interview a few of you so, if you are a sex worker and would like to speak with a real author, drop me a tweet or an e-mail to my website contact page at www.authortwscott dot com
We can do it all over e-mail, and just so you know, I don’t judge, and I have respect for anyone who is working trying to make ends meet. As long as you are of legal age and understand what you are doing, it is your deal. I just want to crawl around in your head for a bit.
Did you see what I just did?
The topic of the blog or the question I wanted to address is where do you get your material? I speak with people everywhere I go. From the doctors’ offices to the stores, I visit with people as I am a humanist. I am also an author, and some of you have such dynamic personalities that I enjoy getting to know you.
Tomorrow is day Seven of my sentence.. LOL, or it is a shared sentence, and the world as a whole is taking part in one of the most massive lockdowns in the history of the globe.
I see that Russia is immune to this virus. Hey Russian friends, are you immune, or is the iron curtain coming back up? God I hope not. Everyone that I visit with, no matter the country, seems to have the same likes and dislikes as me.
Without our leaders mucking things up, I would wager we all would get along just fine.
I have Chinese friends, and nobody is blaming the Chinese people for this. No, we are blaming the government. They need to get brave. They need to do a root cause analysis as to how this happened, so it never happens again.
As for the rest of us, back to trying to entertain myself.
If I asked you about last week, what would you tell me?
The house is still very quiet, even my ‘mews’ is too bewildered at my early rustling around to consider begging for those little morsels of kitty crack, known as ‘treats.’
Peering through the window to the world, there are no glowing eyes of the usual vehicular madness that usually traverse the mazes of cement around my domicile. Much like half-finished portraits of presidents to other notorieties, many of my characters are frozen in time awaiting some form of life from their creator.
Steam rises from the cup of elixir warming my digits as I stand in my miniature oasis among the rest of the city dwellers who are still capturing what their imaginary worlds have to offer. An occasional raptor of the skies, still perched in the canopy overhead either tells me good morning or perhaps is telling me to come closer, so it too can bless me or perhaps target my cup full of caffeine.
A week of this solitude you would think my characters would be solving the world’s problems or perhaps fighting the aliens in some undiscovered parts of the galaxy.
The unknowns of the world lie hidden deep in the microscopic world around us. Waiting to attack with surgical precision much like miniature IED’s, they are carried by almost anything that moves or they simply lie in wait, much like that tic in the forest.
The usual activities we enjoy are now suspect. Should I? Could I? Is it wise to?
All the while our usual haunts are suffering by our trepidations or perhaps ‘suggested activities’ while we wait for the all-clear. The world waits and watches but nobody is at the helm. The taxman or bill collector is blind to the uncertainties of the world, there is a balance sheet and the bottom line is the final stop, for those that were spared this time.
Stories of voices now silenced, permeate the imaginations of most, and panic the hell out of the spirits of many.
We have faced this before.
We no longer sing Ring around the Rosie or fill their pockets with posies. Ashes, not so much, but the falling down will certainly apply in some parts of the world, where deep trenches are carved into the earth to hold the forms of the many, who will now reside in photos, memories, and the hearts of those left behind.
Echoes from sphincters emanating from lofty ivory barbicans, rail at those who seek to hold back the crimson tide, pointing their bent digits at their efforts. It is they who do the devils bidding, herding the masses into those resting places while awaiting the sneak attack of some invisible assailant. They cause us to mock those trying to help us, in an effort to destroy what is left of the tapestry of humanity.
There is a higher power in control but, the lambs must look up from the next blade of grass while ignoring Satan’s henchmen on the rubicund State-Run propaganda Network. The clueless threadbare statues uttering lies and innuendo created by the puppet masters become reverberations of the hypnotists.
The noise disappears with the touch of a button as my furry comfort creature hops in my lap taking her rightful place just below the keyboard. The familiar vibrations comfort my soul as another sip of coffee slowly causes the blues to drift away.
The world is out there waiting for your tickling of the letters to form words, phrases, and uplifting sentiment while shunning the devil, not allowing him a win over you.
This epistle of sorts culminates the days and nights which preceded today. There is a glow in the east and yes, it is light from that yonder window and no, it is not Juliet or Romeo. Today marks the beginning of another day in which to leave my indelible mark on the hearts of many. I am here.
How is your homeschooling going? Do teachers deserve a raise or what?
Hello my friends, how are you doing today?
I titled this piece ‘My Prison, Day III’ simply because many of us might feel like we are stuck. The unknowns are probably the worst part of this ‘event.’ The news will drive you up the wall, and it is mostly crap. From channel to channel, the contradictions outweigh the usefulness of the media itself.
Many of you are on Spring Break. Stay home.
You can live your life how you choose but learn from what is going on today. Since you are not in classes, take advantage of what is happening today and learn from it. Some countries might very well sweep this event under the rug and blame the whole thing on some natural occurrence.
The deficits of this event are showing up in record numbers. These need to be corrected and if you don’t pay attention to what they are they will not be fixed. Corruption from business practices to our national security are exposed to you, right now.
A few days ago before the market tanked a senator sold over a million dollars in hotel stock without warning us the American people. Insider trading earns you three hots and a cot at least in club cupcake. Ask Martha Stewart how that works.
However, Pandora’s box was opened, the minions of evil are out and about, and we have to deal with what is. Flattening the curve in this country will allow our medical people to save more lives.
Social distancing means stay at home if at all possible. It is more than merely staying a few feet away from other folks. Today I spent a few hours on Google Hangout with some friends just to interact, laugh, and show to ourselves that life can go on.
Many of our younger folks have been doing this for years through video games and programs that allow them to communicate with their ‘team.’ Maybe you who know how to do this should show your parents how, and oh, by the way, invite them to play your video game with you.
I mention that last bit because we are in a kind of time out. The things that we do with impunity like happy hour, or dinner with friends or the show, the play, or yes, the opera, we cannot do.
What did we do when we were sent to our rooms?
We were supposed to reflect on why we were sent there, but, usually, we found some way to entertain ourselves if we didn’t pout. Friends, you can pout, or you can use this time to eat a meal with your family. Spend time in the kitchen with your spouse or children. Talk about your fears and anxiety and listen. You young people listen too. Your parents might not share the fact that they are scared, but only a fool would not be worried.
I have not played a board game in tens of years; I was wondering how long it would take to get one delivered through Amazon. I never did learn to play that military game that takes forever to set up. My brother had it, and I never learned it. I don’t recall the name of it, but I bet some of you do know the game I am speaking about. Just maybe it is time to dig it out and try to engage your spouse or significant other in something that you can control.
I joke about prison, but that is what this is, a mini prison sentence. Through no fault of our own, we are under house arrest. Violating that could be deadly, not only to you but to those that you love.
Too many of you are now jobless and financial worry has to be high on your mind. My day job has been shut down too, I get it. Not only has the influx of funds been curtailed, but our 401’s and other savings have been devastated. You are not alone. While the politicians argue about some form of money to each American, it will not be enough, no matter what it is.
I can control my writing. I have over 30 novels out there on Amazon and other places. I also have several works in progress. I can use the time to work on them. I am a writer, so I live in my cave. I tease that I have a lair, but in truth, it is an office about the size of a prison cell. Now I have everything I might want at my disposal, except my ability to have that margarita with my favorite Mexican dish. Think about how good that will be when this is over.
I was teasing my friends today, telling them how this was beginning to get real; I ate my last thin mint Girl Scout cookie!
We will get through this, and I am looking for creative ways to keep my sanity through it. Tell me what you are doing to pass the time while we commiserate or visit. You choose.
I choose to look at the upside in that very few people are ringing the bell, and traffic seems a whole lot less. I waved at my neighbors today, who I hardly ever see.
When the local eating place you go to from time to time becomes a craving, you know you are in trouble.
I am sure if I bothered to look, I would find at least a half dozen blogs with that title.
How are you doing? Have you searched for your copy of the Shining yet? Does the phrase REDRUM pass through your mind? Maybe you see Dead People? LOL Take heart; we are all in this together.
My creativity is blown all to hell and gone, as I like many of you; are waiting for the other shoe to drop. We had lovely weather today, so I sat in the back yard and watched the birds for a bit.
Typically there is lots of jet traffic as I have two major airports, well two and a half significant airports around me.
Even the road noise is much quieter than average.
A woman was held up at gunpoint not far from here where the ass wipe took her groceries and her wallet.
When I took my concealed carry course, there were more women than men taking the class. Not only was there a run on toilette paper and Hand sanitizer, but on guns and bullets.
In times like this, I think if I were on the jury, she would be let off without even a warning if she put him down like the sorry rat he is.
Some services help people in need; you don’t have to rob innocent people.
With more and more folks working from home, their pets will be happy.
There are roaming gangs of men dressed in white scrubs of sorts, going door to door to say they are there to test. They will rob you. The government intercepted dozens of fake corona test kits the other day. Wow, some people know no lows.
I did have this idea that I want to run past you. If you are like me, people are always knocking on the door trying to sell something. What if you created a sign that said under quarantine and put it on your door? Do you suppose they would ignore that one like they ignore the no soliciting sign?
I figured out why they ignore the no soliciting sign by the way. They don’t know what it means. You need the sign to be more direct and to the point.
“No, I am not buying your shit! Go away!”
During this viral stuff, the door knocking has gone way down. Even the JW’s have not been around. I was getting so bored I was kind of waiting to see if they would pop by.
I watched a little bit of American Idol. I admit it; I have a soft spot for the sanitation worker. I love the underdog and man that guy is a noble soul. I wish the best for him. I hope some dentist contacts him and gives him a free implant. The dude can sing, and he is rather sweet in an infectious kind of way.
I noticed that there is a lot of talent this year. Did you see that man that did not know who Lionel Richey was? WTF? You would think that the guy might have done just a little research.
We are all in this together. I don’t care what country you are in, what your religious beliefs are or race or anything else. You, my friends, are like me, in time out.
So, until we can cavort in the gardens, run through the meadows and eat with each other, I raise my proverbial stein of beer and solute you. This is Day II, and we have a long road ahead of us. Stay well, keep in touch, and do tell me what you are doing to stay sane.
If an AXE comes through my door I don’t give a shit who it is. They are going to die! LOL
Using the tools at their disposal, Facebook has blocked and, in some cases, suspended the accounts of people who post things about the virus gripping the world.
I would suppose they don’t have the workforce to separate fact from fiction so better just to stop it all, keeping disinformation campaigns from spreading much like the virus itself.
Why; look at the store shelves.
Humans, like it or not, are not that far removed from our four-legged friends, and we can be manipulated to ‘stampede.’ Emotions and yes, fear is one of those emotions, and is a hell of a motivator!
In the London bombing of a music concert, it was not the explosion so much as the trampling of others that did much of the damage. That is why it is illegal to yell ‘FIRE’ in an auditorium. People will react en masse as part of the fight or flight instinct. Buying skid loads of toilette paper and hand sanitizer is just one example of how we can be herded.
This is a time for calm, rational thought and clear-headed approaches to daily life. This is a time to rise above your ‘programming’ and think.
I would like to explain to you why it is essential to self-isolate yourselves.
I titled this piece ‘they tell two friends’ because you all have seen the commercial for a shampoo that by now is somewhat dated, but still an accurate metaphor for this virus.
Since we know that you can have the virus and not be aware of it makes this virus particularly dangerous. Contracting it, you can go days before you are mindful that something is amiss. By the time you decide to see your doctor or begin to suspect something is not right; how many have you infected?
Yes, you can be asymptomatic and still very contagious.
In medical parlance, it is referred to in this manner.
Scientists believe that each infected person will give or spread the contagion to three (3) people. It is called R(0) or R naught. That number is different for each disease in that it is the contagion efficacy or spreadability factor.
Covid 19 has a value of 3. Other diseases have different values.
If you are number one, follow the steps.
As you can see, in just 15 short steps we are now at over 14 million people from just one carrier.
Why does it have this number?
This mutation of the coronavirus has an RNA strand that we have not seen before. There are no defense mechanisms against it, other than your immune system.
In ‘nature’s’ world those creatures with compromised immune systems and by that it could simply be age, contract viruses like this, and die off. Darwin knew a thing or two, whether you like it or not.
By the aged population dying off, they either assured enough food for the rest or became food for others. In the world of nature, everything is recycled. In animal pacts, the old or diseased were shunned by the herd.
Through medical advances, the average life expectancy of ‘mankind’ has gone from the mid 30’s to about twice that. That is all fine and dandy until we are faced with something that we don’t have a medical ‘fix’ for.
Doing your part to lower that R number is imperative to give our health professionals time to treat the infected and to develop methods for managing them. Drowning in your phlegm is not a pretty way to go. Early reports were that young people without underlying health conditions were pretty much immune. Not so fast, we are seeing younger people in their thirties in critical condition. Nobody is safe.
Italy is currently faced with the reality of only assisting those that have a good chance of pulling through while leaving those that won’t to drown in mucus. I am certain Italy was not the first and will not be the last to make these gut-wrenching decisions. If you have ever fished and watched a fish gasping for breath on the bank of the river, imagine that fish as a human. Not a pretty sight.
Do your part. Wash your hands, stay away from crowds, and resist the false narratives by the media who are using this as a political cudgel. They are shameless, pathetic weasels using fear to manipulate the mob. Someone is pulling their strings. Someone with deep pockets is using this as a mechanism to effect change for some grand plan.
This is a time for calm, kindness, and grace. Do what you can for those that cannot, and use common sense when you are out and about. We are not animals. We care for our own, and that means our parents or grandparents.
We will get through this and be the better for it. The lessons we are learning today are eye-openers as to why we should not develop biological weapons. Viruses know no boundaries when it comes to who they infect. Race or other identity politically charged assaults don’t exist. They are equal opportunity messengers of death and destruction, much like the atomic bomb. The main difference is with biological weapons; it only takes one improperly placed safety device or one failure of a positive air pressure suit to release the genii. The virus infects a worker, he or she leaves for the day, and you have patient ZERO.
With tens of thousands traversing the globe daily, the carriers are there. The microscopic life forms that we carry with us (pathogens) are not detained at the borders. They have no passports and like this virus can go undetected until it has multiplied by the tens of millions.
I shudder to think where Ebola really came from or H1N1 or even HIV. I am a writer of science fiction, so I do think outside the box. We have no idea what goes on in little laboratories in countries where money cuts through the red tape. People are corrupt and stupid when it comes to weapons. In my novel Under Roswell, I talk about it in detail, of course, in a fictional environment.
This is an excellent time to read, reflect, and stay safe. If not lost in some novel, you might try picking up the Bible. There are 66 books there that many, including myself, find comfort in. Pray for wisdom for humanity. We can do some pretty fantastic things, or we can destroy the world with the push of a button, or have some tired worker forget some safety protocol.
Skinny dipping on an alien world was probably not their best idea.
When communications from Earth stop, Don soon discovered the reason why. The ISS, where he and Sergey were the last two astronauts on board, became unwilling guests of the Ularins. Their world changed forever when their doctor learned Don was carrying cancer in his lungs.
An intergalactic spacecraft three times the size of our largest Aircraft carrier was now perched over the ISS. Watching the stars disappear, Don and Sergey wondered who it was that was hijacking them. Sergey was worried that they were to become an hors-d’oeuvre for aliens.
Convincing Sergey to leave the gun in the safe, Don was soon a visitor aboard the Starduster. Convinced to remove his clothing and submit to a routine physical, every anal probing movie he ever watched played through his mind.
The Saga of the Starduster is one of TW’s signature novels. Starting as Science-fiction, the book takes the reader on a wild ride through the galaxy with twists and turns that will keep the reader guessing until the epilogue.
As TW, like many others, are now sitting at home awaiting the virus to pass, the idea of wasting another moment worrying about it seems futile.
Take a mental vacation from your sequestration and enjoy a ride through the stars while sharing the furtive imagination of TW.
From Science-fiction to fantasy and yes to the racy side of life, TW strives to give the reader their money’s worth.
Follow the link for your mental vacation. If you enjoy the ride, consider taking a moment to leave a review of my novel on the site you purchased it from.
As always, I will be happy to discuss topics of interest with you on the blog.
Many of my friends and fellow bloggers want to be traditionally published. Many work on a novel for years. One book, years… I am blessed in that I can write fast and make cohesive stories with my’ process.’
I did the Nanowrimo thing, got the t-shirt, but it was my least favorite way to write. I am more about the time investment than the word count. If you are like me and have a full-time job, you probably cannot devote five or six hours a day to your writing.
That is perfectly okay, how much time can you devote?
The problem with many, and I am no exception is, ‘interruptions.’
The phone, people, asking me things, or even my ‘mews’ the cat all interrupt me. I have decided that I am going to build a cabin on some lake property I have. I am considering putting a quasi-tree house, where I can escape to the confines of my mind while away from the hustle and bustle of people, and things.
No phone, probably no internet, and a do not disturb sign on the door.
My process is usually late at night when the world is quiet. That is my time to play with my characters.
If you are like me and struggle with voices and POV, you can only do it correctly if you can ‘channel’ the character. In one of my novels, ‘The land of my people.’ I channel a five-year-old. Now, it has been a few years since I was five. How would a five-year-old girl talk? Now I have to jump into two twenty-five-year-olds male and female. What does their voice sound like? He is a descendant of American Indians, and those were just some of the challenges.
No, I don’t worry about the page count or the number of words, I worry about the time I put in the craft.
People talk about writer’s block. Sit at your computer and put something down to fill up the white space. You can always delete it later. I will put down the craziest of ideas and usually modify them or delete them as I make my way through the second or twenty-second draft.
It is funny when you write your first draft, then go back and read it. It is much like this little dance where you add and take away until you hone the characters and plot just so.
How many of you tonight are thinking about this damned Coronavirus?
Is that sucking the life out of your writing?
Do you realize we have an outbreak of some kind often? Ebola was the last scary one.
H1N1 was where we ended up with hand sanitizer everywhere.
I see people dumping on Trump for this. Wow. If you want to blame someone, how about the lab in China that created this thing?
Wash your hands, and don’t take any airplane rides for a while. Airlines are like a petri dish anyway.
Speaking of airlines, let me tell you a true story.
I used to travel a lot. In my job, I was always at the airport waiting on planes. On one trip I was flying stand by, I needed to get to New York as someone had called in sick, so I needed to make the presentation.
I sat next to two cadaverous, like people. It was okay, I can be kind to anyone, and generally, I learn something. This was back when they fed you on the plane.
The guy next to me was frail in his nineties. His wife was nice about the same age, and both were so thin you could probably hold them up to the light and not need an x-ray machine.
He had ordered Spaghetti.
You already know where this is headed, don’t you?
I was dressed for a business meeting complete with dry clean everything. On his second attempt, the tray flipped up and landed on me.
Never mind the expensive clothing that was ruined or the fact that I had no idea how I was going to resurrect this mess, but his wife, bless her heart, takes the cloth napkin rubbing this red sauce all over me.
It was unbelievable!
Once on the ground, I headed for Macey’s buying stuff off the rack before showing up late to my meeting.
What was one of your worst travel experiences?
I have many stories; on one, I saved the plane from crashing. True story.
I hope you enjoy your time off and take care of yourself. Wash your hands for at least 20 seconds using soap and water. The virus is supposed to have a skin or shell that is made up of fatty material. Soap will break down that shell destroying the virus.
They think it can last for days on surfaces, so I would avoid touching menus, keyboards, and payphones if they still have them.
Examining our lives in the micro-universe, our circle is small. Tossing a rock in a pond we stop watching as it sinks below the surface. The disturbed molecules of water fan out to the edges of reality.
Stones real or metaphorical cast out upon the waters, cause ripples.
If you listen to any medium you will hear either the stone being cast or the ripple effect of that stone.
Listening to the news we hear what we assume is the total of the Iranian population screaming ‘death to America.’
The ripple effect is: if they act up and we nuke them, oh well.
Someone somewhere knows that to control the masses you use all the arrows in your quiver. One of the largest of those arrows, the sharpest and most surgically precise is the arrow of hate.
Words like a misogynist, racist, fear-mongering, right-winger, left-winger, Nazi, white supremacist, privileged, black lives matter, Antifa, Feminist, fem Nazi, communist, all promote hate.
I am sure I could find dozens of more words that instill hate and stir up feelings (emotions) that will bring some to act. When I happen to tune to some of the left-leaning media and watch their ‘journalists’ use words like treason, impeach, emperor and so on I realize that they are feeding their base.
Fox does it too. Crazy Rachel Maddow to tin foil hat Don Lemmon, they too are stirring the pot.
Those stones cause ripples worldwide. Just like the chants Death to America doesn’t sit well with too many Americans, we only see that part of what they say. That is purposeful propaganda.
I visit with people around the globe. Normal people realize that this is one way their government controls their masses. If you keep them stirred up and angry they are predictable. If on the other hand, they could think for themselves then the government would lose power over them. Much like Brexit.
You must know history to realize where the wizard is trying to lead us. Much like sheep following one blade of grass to the next, without guidance, they will walk off the cliff while eating that last blade of grass. That is what they think.
We are not sheep. Without the constant noise from Pravda 2.0 (cough CNN) on every TV screen in every airport tailored to fit the country that it is in, the people might actually think for themselves. When a network pays the airport to only put their channel on the screens in the terminals that is telling you a story. That is propaganda. While tens of thousands get their early and then sit and wait for their flight, the brainwashing ensues. It is close to state-run TV. History people, you should know it.
Stalin said the sharpest weapon in his arsenal was the printed word. If the internet would have been around then, Social media would be his weapons of choice with the MSM running a close second.
The ripples cast by them are worldwide and devastating to millions. With social media giants controlling the narrative, we have real issues to contend with.
This blog reaches around the globe. Many of you are in different countries and you obviously see. Those of you that follow me; I would wager if we sat in the same room we would find that we have more in common than not.
These are just the questions of the moment. Where are you headed?
I have some of the best followers. My goodness, I read some of your blogs, and it brings tears to my eyes. Why are you all not New York Times Best Sellers?
A few of you are poets, which I am not.
I am a wordsmith. I like to weave a tight tapestry of ideas into a cohesive story that will read well. Some of you are just awesome.
Last night during my time to write, I started a YA novel that I will attempt to publish traditionally. There are many reasons. The truth of it is, what I write under my pen name is fun to write. Most, if not all, are or were a flight of fancy. Perhaps merlot was involved, or maybe even some brandy, but in the end, I loved the story.
As a writer, I don’t know what is going to happen. Some stories depend upon the moment, and yes, ‘spirits’ may have made the story more interesting. From a naughty little spanking to a roll in the hay with a stranger, safe sex. Nobody is going to catch anything from turning a page. If you do, it would be a medical miracle, and please let me write about it.
I may have to come up with a different Pen Name for YA. Authors typically are pegged as one kind of author. Not I. From science fiction to historical fiction and yes, unfortunately to technical manuals (how I started,) I have yet to reach my potential.
Would someone read a YA book that was written by E.L. James?
When we ponder YA, we think safe.
I have also toyed with children’s books, would it be a good idea to publish under my pen name for Children’s books, with Cyber Subs or Kitties Titties and Winks in the same lineup?
From graphic erotica to science fiction and, of course, fantasy I can do that under TWScott. What about YA and or children’s books?
My goal is to try my hand at all of the different genres that ‘sell.’
I hate to be pecuniary about it, but let’s face it. With over 30 published novels, I obviously have a penchant for this craft. Why not attempt to do the unthinkable and snare some intern into telling his or her mother ‘I found one.’
I have a sneaking hunch that young agents might use their teenage kids to sort through the slush pile. If I am correct, a YA targeting that same teenager seems like a tactic that might work. I suppose I will have to include a Pokémon reference or anime character to get them to at least stop scrolling for a second.
So far, the story is about a young lady that will be forced to deal with her destiny, as prophesied by some Oracle before she was born. I know the beginning, and I see the end, now how do I get her from the beginning to the finish, having her grow and face some real challenges along the way. And no sex!
With children, you have to be careful about how you craft your story. The rules are somewhat interesting, but I respect them, there are boundaries, and I get it.
If I manage this, you, this group will be the few who know what that pen name will be. Stay tuned and keep writing.
Walking through the valley of shadows, one might find that many of those shadows are no longer shades or reflections, but echoes.
Unless you live on a remote island with a volleyball as your companion, those around you, in your circle are part of you, and you, them. Touching that green square on the phone that seems so familiar to me are the communications from loved ones that are no longer here.
Living on some nebulous cloud are the actual voices of some of those same people who no longer can speak.
I think the term audiophile might be archaic to many of you who read my blog. Years ago, a wall of my house was dedicated to devices that played vinyl, reel to reel tape, and of course, cassette and even 8 track. If you have never had the pleasure of slapping a cartridge in an-dash 8 track machine, you have missed something.
Digging through the closet of mysteries, I found several old reels of tapes that have gathered dust for decades. Spending an inordinate amount of time getting one of the early machines to whirl the reels back and forth, I found the reverberations of my family’s voices who are long gone. A similar thing happened when transferring old VHS tapes to DVD.
Viewing the large flat screen through prisms of tears, those loved ones spring to life once again. Your heart aches as their memories burst through the waves of emotions that you thought you finally put to bed. An emotional dam breaks as a tsunami of feelings you shared, knock you over. The pain you felt at their passing is now very real again.
You hear them talk and begin to count how many of them are no longer there. How many of them have returned from whence they came.
As you listen, watch, or yes, read the text messages; somewhere in the back of your mind, a virtual calendar pops up, and the years re-wind.
‘When was it? Five, ten, twenty years, no longer than that, I was standing there, giving the eulogy. I agonized for days writing that thing. I practiced it, so I would not look the fool in front of hundreds of well-wishers.’
So many rainy days spent standing under a green awning as the cadaver like funeral home employee stands in the shadows while family and friends weep, or prattle on about how kind, good, etc. that the person was.
The smell of death lingers amongst the overpowering perfume of the flowers sent by loved ones; to adorn the pile of dirt that will one day in the not too distant future settle back into the recesses of the earth.
Children most probably experience this with their grandparents first, unlike me, who first went through this when a classmate in third grade, died from cancer. My friend that shared so many secrets, so much laughter, was gone. I now wept while holding the hand of a parent. It rained then too.
Her blond curly hair was replaced by a knitted cap, and the pink ribbon that she used to wear was no place to be found.
I often wondered if God sent the rain to cry along with you, to let you know that he had not forgotten you, or your loved one.
After the last line of Amazing Grace is sung, the crowd disperses. You stand there and look at the coffin with the small white flowers on top of it. Cars start; some people chat while making plans for lunch or heading to someplace for a reception. Some return to work or some other place as they are busy.
You’re not there, you’re with that person in the box. You want that one last hug, a smile of reassurance, or to feel the warmth of them. That sense of humor that kept you laughing so hard that you thought you might pee yourself.
‘Wait, we can’t do this without them!’
Employees of the cemetery wait patiently for the last one to leave, so they can work in the shadows.
‘This is it, this is really it.’
Reality sets in as you force yourself to turn, to face away from that box, those flowers, and the empty chairs under the makeshift pavilion.
You’re torn, you don’t want to face the reality that it is over. The rest of the family is waiting for you at the large sedan that will take you to the function. Their figures are blurred and smeared as you slowly put one foot in front of the other like you have done your whole life, ever since that person in the box taught you to walk or tie your shoes. You know, the one that told you to wear clean underwear just in case. Once there, in some fellowship hall, there will be more crying and hugging and whispers by those who start the sentence with ‘I heard.’
Those in charge of the sponsored event will paste on a face that they wear on Sunday as they direct you to a line and give you instructions. Casseroles that were prepared for this event came out of the freezer and now adorn a long table with different crock pots and other warming devices. People you don’t even know or maybe met years ago will act like your best friend to be seen with you. Then they will tell you about how it was when their great aunt Martha passed after a long bout with something or other. You try and act as if you care, but the pain of your loss is genuine and it is hard to appreciate their loss.
The silence keeps me up at night. Even now, I can hear them all calling to me.
‘Stop grieving, it is all ok. I am no longer in pain. I sent you those flowers in your garden, I can do that now. Those clouds you saw turning into animals, that was me telling you those stories you used to love. Those waves crashing on the rocks…yeah, I sent them to you too. I know how much you love that sound. When you are ready, I will tell you another story, just lay down on a blanket in the grass and watch, I have been working on some great stories for you.’
Do you delete the text messages, erase the tapes, and put the photos away in a box? What about those voice mails telling you to call them when you get this.
Have your works in progress stalled on the battlefield of life? What do you do when your characters ‘sleep?’
The absolute crap on the news obfuscates my creative side. For the first time in years, I parked it on the couch and watched the TV. People look at me strangely when I say I don’t really watch TV. Some of their observations are valid. I know nothing of Game of Thrones. I hear that it ended terribly, but that is hearsay.
Does it sound snobby when I say, “I don’t watch TV?” I don’t mean for it to.
I do read quite a bit. The reasons are apparent. I started a book the other day that the author’s style is engaging. He writes in fragments that I am positive would cause the spell and grammar checkers to vomit.
I had considered that style before and rejected it. What I liked about it was you very quickly discovered you were turning pages at a rapid cadence. Pacing is essential, and so is varying sentence length. Our brains look for patterns, whether you know it or not. What are your thoughts? I want to hear from you.
On a totally different topic, if you have read any of my stuff, you know that I not only support the folks that are of the ‘free the nipple’ crowd but, I side with the AANR. I know it is very liberal, but it is just the way I am built. Bettie Page, although slightly nuts, was an inspiration to me. I agree with her on so many levels, hence my book, Land of my People.
With Spring right around the corner and daylight savings time starting on the 8th, here in Texas anyway, I am in hopes of spending some time catching up on getting some vitamin D going, or just possibly giving my dermatologist something to do.
In the news, there was a lady who was topless in her own house.
Again I don’t see breasts as lewd. Anyway, her step kids saw her, and I guess it went to court. FFS!
I don’t know who brought the case or who the judge was, but I would have tossed it out. Had she been totally nude and doing inappropriate things ok, you crossed a boundary. Topless in your own home…I don’t get it. If that judge spent any time at Hippy Hollow in Austin, I dare say he would need a new pacemaker.
I suppose the fact that I am an artist has a lot to do with it. I see the beauty in the human form. Yes, all body types. Not just the twenty-year-olds.
Are you ever tempted to right wrongs in your writings?
I spent the better part of the day getting my ‘books’ different kinds of books ready for the CPA. It is all sorts of fun remembering the year through numbers. Yes, they tell a story too.
Last but least, has talk of the newest doomsday virus got you worried?
The markets are sure to respond to it. Never mind the brain-eating amoeba, flesh-eating bacteria, or the ever gruesome Ebola, now we have a virus that looks like something out of science fiction.
I hope you had a super weekend and for those of you looking at Monday, Happy Monday! I still have an hour of the weekend left… -TW
This sounds like a political blog, it’s not really. I am poking fun at communism and those who think it is a good thing.
This sounds like a political blog, it’s not really. I am poking fun at communism and those who think it is a good thing.
Would Russia have to stop an out of control Communist from taking the world’s economy down?
Do you realize that the world is tied together by its economy? If ours were to fail, the worlds’ would fail. Is that what the billionaires of the world are secretly up to? Destroy the economics of the world as a whole to force a one-world government? Millions would die, but they might actually pull it off.
It sounds like the stuff of science fiction. As a science fiction writer, I think outside the box, and I must tell you that if you wanted to create a one-world government; that would be one way to do it. A nasty man-made virus that killed off tens of thousands would be a nice distraction in the meantime, thank you China.
‘never let a crises go to waste…’
Look at the markets currently with just production in China being affected. What would it take to change every country in the world? Only a few infected people who were on a mission from ‘God.’…Hop on a busy aircraft, and your job is done.
In this hyper-partisan rhetoric that we see on just about every news blast from CNN to MSNBC, they must think that we care. Is she really part Indian? Did Putin put in the fix? Is there a difference between Socialism and communism? Who was Lenin? What was that Marxist stuff anyway, what about more money for less work? Why not pay everyone to just stay at home and play video games? How much free stuff do I need to promise you to get your vote?
I am not a product of our current educational system. Thank God! I realize from speaking with people half my age, they were cheated in college, or they cheated their way through it.
With current examples of Socialism in the news, one would think they might know it is not a good thing. These same people are trying to tell each other that there is a difference between Bernie’s idea of Socialism, and what is going on in Venezuela. Yes, they are that deluded. If you want to stock up on toilette paper, don’t worry about the coronavirus; worry about Bernie actually winning. Worry about a bunch of entitled creatures who were taught they deserve everything, without lifting a finger to get it. Or, they deserve it if you worked for it because of some non-existent bias that you are accused of. It is justified for them.
Worry about more paid protestors gumming up the works like they did in 2012. Worry about people with billions of dollars to buy the white house, actually succeeding.
If Bernie wins, you will want Toilette paper, whiskey, and cigarettes because that will be what the currency will look like, until old Vladimir comes to the rescue. Even he knows that Capitalism is the only way for a country to succeed.
Wouldn’t that be one for the history books? If the Russians have to come to save the USA from the likes of Bernie and his Antifa goons. Don’t laugh it off too quickly; there are radicals out there that think Capitalism is evil as they text each other on their thousand-dollar smartphones.
When Hitler was elected those Brown Shirt dudes were already there much like those Antifa dudes are lurking in the hallowed halls of disinformation.
I am going to assume that there are fewer of them, than those who have at least cracked open a history book, or possibly know people who have fled from countries like Venezuela. Think I am kidding, peruse Twitter. Ignorance abounds.
So, listen up candidates, here is what we need from the government.
Firstly we need you to keep those with that virus out of the states or contained until such a time they are not a risk.
We need you to stop all the name-calling. We need you to calm down the hostility that you and your ilk have created in this country. Go put on the gloves, hop in a ring, and the best two out of three is the Democratic candidate. Be careful of Mike, he will hit below the belt, not that he means to, he is just vertically challenged. My money is on Tulsi, if she will stoop to your level.
Do you realize that a contest of this type would get more ratings for your propagandist networks, than all the debates to date? Hell, I would even watch. What would a boxing match between geriatrics look like? Pink gloves and warm milk after they managed to climb into the ring?
For the real candidates, here is a punch list of what we need.
Keep the country safe from all forms of terrorists, both domestic and foreign.
Provide a fair and equitable tax code that allows anyone with the will to try, to have a reasonable chance to succeed.
Any government services that you provide, DMV for one, fix it, so it works. I would actually make it private, so they would actually care about taking care of their clients.
I don’t think the government should be in the health care business period.
Provide infrastructure that allows products and people to get from point A to B in one piece. Again toll roads seem to get built-in weeks and government projects take lifetimes. Maybe you should buy the kind of cement the toll road people use or better yet, privatize the whole damned mess. The one thing the government is efficient at is inefficiency.
Force Term limits on all politicians. Once out of DC, they are no longer allowed to be active in politics, and that includes as a lobbyist. Their one vote is all they get after that.
Stop talking, start doing.
You do your jobs, so we can do ours. When the news comes on, I don’t want to hear about what politician is sleeping with whom, or how much they hate the other guy. In my book, you are all one step above pit vipers, and I am not too sure of the one-step. Stop wasting tax dollars on el toro de caca!
Guys, we work hard for that money. To watch you piss it away like it was foam on cheap beer is disgusting!
People, if you give the government more power, just think about every service they are in charge of now running like the DMV. Spending days in line to get your damned driver’s license renewed only to finally get there and find you did not dot some I or cross some T. Do you really want to turn that kind of inefficiency loose on health care, or Mike’s version of health care, which is ‘go home and die?’
This sounds like the stuff for a horror movie…
Yes, Bernie loves communism, and for the record, Pete’s father was a Marxist. You would be better off with Mike than those two. I, for one, would like to see Tulsi win. I don’t agree with everything she says, but she is a patriot and not a Russian spy. Pffft
A small update from Tuesday..
Someone needs to write a blog about communism. Nothing is free. Someone pays for it and no, it is not the government.
The problem with reviews like this as they add another obstacle to what we want to accomplish.
The problem with reviews like this as they add another obstacle to what we want to accomplish.
Below is the tease for one of my novels. Sound boring to you? Have I not identified my audience?
When a preacher’s daughter rooms with her childhood friend in college, things go way past her comfort zone, causing her to question everything. After they graduate, the real drama begins when absence makes the heart grow fonder. The love between two young ladies is not complicated enough, as her friend’s mother decides that she too has a thing for the young woman who should be a supermodel like she was.
As Melissa is transformed, Joan explores her own demons, which run askance of her lover’s career path.
Adult Erotic 18 plus.
This happens. I don’t pretend to understand why someone would take the time to buy one of my books and then write their own version of fiction.
If you read what they wrote, after reading the first few pages…I gave up. Then what they didn’t say is they went online and flamed the novel as they were the first to review it and the first to sway public opinion.
If you were on the ‘shelf,’ would you plunk down $3.99 after a review like that? Probably not. This jerk and those like them make it harder to do what we do.
If you cannot say anything nice then keep your damned mouth shut!
Here is what to look for with reviews like this. Firstly he or she uses a pseudonym which I automatically discount. When I am reading reviews, if they are not real names, they are not counted. If you are going to flame someone’s work, man up or woman up and tell us who you are. Own your bullshit.
Better yet, go to their website which is published in the book, and go to the contact page and send them an e-mail. Most authors would love to hear from you. Why was it dull? What would have made it better? Did you read the first few pages online before buying it? I love feedback and will genuinely consider it.
“No not upset, I see this all the time with other authors. I don’t understand this mentality.”
Secondly and more importantly you can read the first several pages of the book for free before you buy it. When I go to the bookstore, I open the cover and read a little. When I purchase novels on Amazon or another site, I look at the first few pages and see what I think. It is, in fact, common sense.
One of my other novels, another person did this with Saga of the Starduster. Still, my best seller to date. You can tell by the review they never read the novel. There is a machine that turns them into nymphomaniacs. Not enough sex? pffft!
While Kitties Titties and Winks is a read for after-hours and could be a one-handed read for either gender if that is your goal. The novel also has a story with a plot, romance, and love. The story is complete with taboo situations, rags to riches, preachers run amuck and young boys driving an expensive car. If this person indeed found it dull, I would love to know what they find exciting.
Not only do the character’s arc, the story arcs nicely.
Now, look at this little gem…. Case in point …
The Saga of the Starduster, on the other hand, has had two more reviews that I had nothing to do with. As you can see, they more accurately reflect the novel. If I were that egocentric I would not have written blah blah blah…Just saying.
As a writer, what can you take away from this?
For someone to write that kind of review, maybe they were having a bad day. Perhaps they are tough to please. Perhaps they are an author and don’t want the competition. Maybe they are just assholes.
Here is what I would like you to consider. Follow the link and go check out the first few pages of the novel. You can do it for free. Comment here, and tell me if you think it is ‘very dull.’ Kitties Link It is an adult read, which I have a tendency to create every now and then.
Honestly, if you do think it is dull by all means, see if you can articulate why. This is not ‘literary genius,’ but it is an excellent 99K words of a racy story.
Here is a breakdown of the novel.
We introduce College graduates to the world of modeling. We take them on a tour of the seedy underbelly of the industry, and we take them to a clothing-optional beach. From there, we introduce more characters who become sexual partners.
Untangling one of their lives, we get her friend out of the way by hooking her up to a company in the UK. This company specializes in BDSM movies and magazines. This happens to feed the demon inside her friend.
The story takes on some interesting twist as emotions come in to play as her lover tries to manage things awkwardly.
Meanwhile, the mother is a bit a significant twist as she also loves the girl in her own lesbian way.
Of course, it is fiction and way out of the norm, but that is what people like to read. We want to escape our world for a roll in the proverbial hay.
Anyway, if you should choose to read it from cover to cover, I would appreciate a ‘real’ review rather than this hit piece.
‘How did I handle this?”
I opened the novel and re-read it, asking myself is there any truth to what this person alleges. That is what I would encourage you to do. My beta readers loved this novel, and this is not really their genre.
If you get a hit piece like this on something you write, do what I did, and if you need assistance, let me know. I can look at your first few pages, and I will be honest with you. As someone with over thirty published novels, I don’t claim to know it all but, I know this person would probably enjoy stepping on baby chickens.
There are times I look into the mirror and don’t recognize the person looking back at me.
I am often amazed at the conversations I hear at writer’s conventions and other gatherings.
Some are so philosophical, and others are somewhat whimsical. Before I get into what I have in mind, I was thinking, I would love to take a cruise with a group of writers. Most of us are so introverted it would be a safe bet that you would not have trouble finding a seat at the shows.
Can you imagine 3000 writers all texting each other, instead of talking?
Ok, not my reason for this blog.
I love a healthy debate. Often on this very blog, I put out controversial issues and invite discussion, conversation or at least a comment. Guys, I do this for you.
I should be working on one of my many works in progress.
When I am not creating, I am editing and if not that I am marketing.
That is the life of a writer. Now, I take that a step further, I live my life. While I will not jump out of a perfectly good airplane, I will undoubtedly fly one.
While I might not jump off a cliff with a bungee cord attached to my ankles, I will traverse the cliff in Peru to see Machu Picchu. Peru is lovely this time of year.
When I was young, I took jobs where I traveled a good bit. I learned that when you boil it down, Maslow knew a thing or two.
Years ago, I hit that part of ‘self-actualization.’
In many of my novels, I address it as part of a plot, but I call it Enlightenment.
I maintain that many of those around us are asleep. By that, I mean they are going through life on autopilot. Much like birds build a nest, copulate, lay eggs, bring food back to the chicks and they somehow leave the nest, knowing how to fly, and repeat the process.
We call it nature because we don’t understand it. I think it is something more. I believe in genetic programming. Why do you suppose we are inherently repulsed by creepy crawly things? Spiders and snakes, for instance, are phobias of many.
How is it that birds know to do what they do?
Yes, this is a cliché, but Bees, the same thing applies.
Maslow states that it is not until the first layers of our needs are met, can we get to, self-actualization.
As a writer and humanist, I happen to love philosophy. Some of the Sufi philosophy gets my attention much like Socrates and Plato do as well. I don’t know about you but, I love ‘thinkers.’
You might love those with lots of muscles and brawn or possibly curvy women with booty but, I appreciate someone who thinks. I find that attractive, sexy, and satisfying.
People often confuse our sex organs with what is below our waist. Your sex organ or the part of you that is attractive is between your ears. No, you will never see a valentine with a blob of gray matter on it saying ‘hey baby.’
I would chuckle but, that is just me.
Many of my novels I weave some of this into them to hopefully leave this world a little brighter, happier place than what I found it. I want to leave something behind that others can learn from without writing stuffy textbooks that will be replaced when some government or group with an agenda tosses them into a book-burning pile.
If you want to know the state of our society, watch what is trending on Twitter. It should scare the piss out of anyone with a brain.
Let me know what you think.
Much love -TW
Oh man, I hate writing about this subject. I am so guilty of this!
So here is the scoop, if you are an author, writer, or just want to be one, you should read this.
A few years ago, I wrote a tale about two young ladies who find love in each other’s arms. That seems relatively innocuous but…I then bring in some forbidden love that rocks their world and changes the dynamics of the novel completely.
Kitties Titties and Winks turned out to be one of the naughty best sellers I have done. Now we know who the readers of this novel might be.
Ok, I am not judging anyone. I write this stuff for your enjoyment. The story, no matter what, must hold your attention. If you like me have ever been reading a book and the time slides past your bedtime, you know where I am going. ‘Just one more chapter.’
To me, that is the mark of a good storyteller, I can’t put the damned thing down. Fair warning I have learned this technique of the years and will be going back and employing it on earlier novels as time permits.
The problem with me is, I rarely ever hear or read a word that I don’t know. Not bragging, I have something known as an eidetic memory. If we are talking, I can recreate the conversation in reasonably accurate detail. Usually, I employ this ‘gift’ when I hear a word I don’t know.
When I choose to use those words, guess what, I eject the average reader out of the story. If I were to write: “Julie wanted to be pragmatic about the whole situation but, her husband’s gesticulations gave her a sense that he would be truculent if she pushed it further. Vs. Julie wanted to be sensible about the whole situation, but her husband’s gestures gave her a sense that he would be hostile if she pushed it further.
Which one of those two sentences would you rather read?
I like the first one as there is not a word in it that I don’t use every day in everyday discourse.
Your audience, if they are being honest, would rather see the second sentence.
While we are storytellers, and yes, we have intellectual prowess over the average reader…probably…, the average reader is who we want to titillate with our tales. We don’t want them to have to work. Our job is to entertain, not teach.
I would argue that our job is both; however, I want to write something that has appeal to most people. That means my pretties, we have to write to a seventh grade, and some would say fifth-grade reading level. More people watch TV than read.
Fair warning, where science fiction is concerned, I write for college-age people. If you don’t know a word, hit the little button on Kindle, and it will tell you.
We love our readers. We genuinely do, but we have to strike a balance between pros that keep them turning the page and prose the have them put the book down as they don’t feel like learning new words. Your audience might just want to escape into your world that you have created.
Titties Kitties and Winks is an imaginary world where many of the rules of modern-day society are trashed, to give the reader a sense of what it is like to love another woman. In this rags, to riches story, we get a sense of what people will do for money and what happens to them when they get it. In short, the story is erotica but, much more than that, it is about love in a very unique setting.
Titties Kitties and Winks is not a literary work of art. The imagery in the story will paint pictures in your mind that no matter your gender, you will enjoy it.
As I progress in the craft of writing, I will give you more hints and tricks via this blog.
Recently I re-wrote Land of My People. The Novella went from 10 thousand words to over 20K. No, I did not add more fluff; I put in more tension, conflict, both external and internal, and some backstory. Much Love -TW
Listen to that little voice, call them tonight not tomorrow.
I should be telling you about my latest project to get you excited about it as I am.
I should be spending time with my characters, making sure that they are not naughty.
I should be doing a lot of things that make me more productive.
Today I did none of those things. I got up at my usual time, got dressed in drab clothing fit for the somber event that was hastily scheduled for today, and headed downtown to mourn in public.
The weather participated in the event, making sure that everyone was wet and cold.
A few weeks ago, one of my friends was going to be in town and suggested we get together for lunch. That is an easy decision to make as this person was a beacon of light on a cloudy day like today. Our schedules did not match up this time…
You notice I said ‘was.’
A few days ago, I got word he died of a heart attack.
I write about heart issues, but I don’t write about physical heart issues. I write of love and torment but not about clogged arteries, high blood pressure, and of course, high cholesterol.
Not many would read a novel about such things, but, a love lost would garner your attention.
Today, friends of mine who loyally read these blogs, I have something for you to do. Actually, I have a few things I would like you to consider.
Firstly, if not for you than for your family and friends, make sure your health is in check. Many don’t take that stuff seriously, and they should.
Next, make sure that your loved ones do the same thing.
Finally, don’t put off calling on your friends, family, and so on, as you never know when the bell will toll.
We all contribute to that butterfly effect. What you do in Mumbai or San Francisco will have an impact on others in distant places. This very blog is read in countries and areas I have never been but would love to go, just to meet those of you who spend your time reading it.
I read many of your blogs. While we may never meet in person, I feel like I know many of you. Some of you have such a beautiful soul. You honor me by spending time on my site.
Today I said goodbye to a good friend, the likes of which I will never see again. I have many friends, each of them, like yourselves, is different. You are each unique and bring to the table a sense of wonderment, joy and your personality that I love to experience. When I write these posts, I love to see who liked it, who commented, and read about what is going on in your lives.
This fellow was like that. He had a servant’s heart, and was a model for many; that light has faded away. There are no do-overs when you don’t take the time today to go have that lunch or dinner or just talk on the phone. When the Bell tolls, you waited too long.
I was speaking with a young man who waited too long to tell this lady how he felt about her. She stopped waiting, and someone else found her.
That sounds like the stuff of Hallmark or Harlequin, but…You can and should think outside the box.
We, as people, are still about ownership. We marry because we want to own that person. It is archaic and backward thinking.
Plug for Saga of the Starduster.
We don’t have to own anyone to enjoy them. Firstly, there is no ownership of anyone. Yes, you can exchange vows and rings but in the end, if you abuse one another those nuptials will vaporize like Jelly beans in a room full of two-year-olds.
There are many ways to enjoy someone without carnal expressions being part of the mix. That friend I lost today was married, had children, and I cherished the time we spent together.
Many of you who write from your heart, much like this blog, are sharing an intimate part of yourselves with many. Carl Sagan said if you want to know someone, read what they wrote.
In my novels, the characters are me. That is so true and so telling. We share our most intimate thoughts and feelings as I am today.
You do that as well, and I applaud you.
Make time for each other, and take care of yourself. There is only one you and even if you feel totally bereft of love, whatever your circumstances, I do offer love on this blog.
This is a short blog post on just something I noticed. It is the ‘What if’ that I told you was coming.
Over the years, I have developed a nice following of people such as ‘yourself’ who read what I write, some of you comment and most of you hit like. When I take the time to go and look at your blogs I find that we are more alike then we are different.
Let me say that again, we have more in common than we do that divides us.
Years and years ago, my uncle piqued my interest in Amateur Radio. I was five at the time when someone he was talking to was told that I was there visiting with him. When they mentioned my name telling me hello from ‘New York.’ I was amazed.
I was five. I had no clue where New York was. All I knew that it was not anywhere close to Minnesota, where he was at the time.
I remember with crystal clarity the scent of freshly cut hay. His radio tower was in a field. The afternoon sun was sinking, and the shadows from the trees to the west crossed the field like vast swathes of darkness over an otherwise golden vista. As soon as the shadows hit you, the air-cooled off several degrees. For a child of five from Texas, it was magical.
We listened to many different people that afternoon when we picked up some fellow from Australia. His accent was so awesome I knew I had to get into this. I was five. I know I am repeating it because it is crucial to the story.
At eight, I had taught myself basic electronic theory and by thirteen had my first FCC issued license. In those days we used tubes and the test was not multiple guess. You had to know Morse code and oh, by the way, many built their own equipment.
The transmitter I built from old TV parts scavenged from garage sales and a borrowed crystal from a local radio club. Yes, I got shocked a few times but I am here to talk about it. Hobbies like this are not just for boys.
Also, in those days, there were countries we could not legally talk to its citizens, if we were in some war the Feds could tell you not to use your transmitter. Our speech was restricted to technical things about the hobby and weather. ( I think it still is, however, I hear politics all the time.) We could not discuss politics or other things that might tip the enemy off…
The enemy…think about that.
I got into radio to meet you, or people like you, who were like-minded. I did. I talked to the kings of countries, which are no longer countries. I have spoken with people from all walks of life from surgeons to bricklayers.
Here on this blog, I speak with many who have a love of writing or reading and telling a story.
Many of you who follow me, are from countries that I would love to visit, Russia being one, Ukraine is another. India is another, which I would love to visit one day. I cannot mention all of the countries that people live in who read this blog, or write to me, rest assured those communications are probably monitored by all kinds of secret spies looking for Boris Badenov or Natasha. You will not find Moose and Squirrel on this blog.
If you read my sci-fi books you will find the technical details for building a ‘matter anti-matter bomb.’ You will also learn how to time travel and get from one galaxy to another in months. Under Roswell holds all the secrets to some of the most powerful weapons of the century. BWAHAHA! God, I hope some government buys it just to find out that the computer of the ship is into controlling humans for its own deviant enjoyment.
If you want to learn how to cure cancer, I have that for you too in Saga of the Starduster. I also tell you the fate of the Earth with the knuckle draggers in charge. Want to see into the future if we don’t change our ways? Read my number one bestseller. Oh, and you also find that you are running around the galaxy in a ship full of nude aliens.
My point and the ‘what if’ is this. Those of us on this blog, if we could all be in one room together; what do you want to bet we would all get along famously? I don’t care what country you are in or where you grew up. I don’t care what race you are or gender. You might even identify as a gender not created yet, but, I would bet money we would all get along.
It is the ‘megalomaniacs’ of the world that stuff it up. They stuff it up so they can control the herds. As long as you perceive the other guy as bad, that is all they need.
Those craving power by controlling the masses with lies, and whatever other leverage they have, are the ones who screw up society as a whole. The media is their accomplice and you have to wonder what hold they have over them to lie to the world. Someone tells them what to say, and they all repeat it like reading some damned script. They even use the same words.
What if…an alien race came and monitored our radio and video.
What would they think?
Do you suppose they would want to be ‘friends’ with us and share technology?
I think they would come closer to exterminating us and taking the raw materials for their own use.
I don’t think the world as a whole is immature and backward but, I do think there are some knuckle draggers who make the human-race look like an ant colony might to aliens. Pests.
For the record alien dudes, if that is your plan, I promise you there are people on this planet that are not mere troglodytes for the ‘elite.’ Some of us actually think. Start with the followers of this blog.
That is my ‘what if’ that I promised you earlier.
In the blogosphere and seemingly on other social media we are relatively free to say what we want. I wish all countries had this freedom. I think you would be pleasantly surprised that once we dispelled the lies that we grew up with, that the people of the world could unite in ways that would astound you.
I know we are being lied to because I have ways to communicate with people in other countries. The trick is how do we get the truth out to the masses? How do we get our respective governments working for the people again, and not their own effing bank accounts?
The answer is we take the power away from the government, and give it back to the people. That sounds easy but just wait until you try.
Much love people and thanks for the follows.
Comments are always welcome as long as they are civil.
As a writer of all things fiction, I cannot help but notice the news articles slowly creeping out from different agencies.
Today we learned that the FCC had been investigating wireless carriers for selling data acquired from its users to third parties. The data just happened to be your location. Where you went and when you went.
Google was already busted for this. Even with the phone in airplane mode, it still captured your every movement. Also, if you climbed stairs or your elevation from getting into and out of a car.
Smart speakers, TV’s and anything connected to the internet could indeed be a spy for the Chinese.
Alexa, Apple, and Google smart devices could very easily be listening to your every word. Even that smart remote could be collecting data for someone.
Information is power. Who benefits most from knowledge? That depends on the information gathered. It is not surprising to me as a writer that I find advertisements for things I just happen to be talking with someone about on the phone. Coincidence?
I had installed security cameras in my home as I travel. One day I happen to notice the camera was not focused on what it was supposed to be but rather a door to the bathroom that I very often leave open. I have since changed companies and cameras.
The American government has grounded Chinese drones used in different services. Wonder why?
While all of this might make excellent fodder for novels like my novel Presidential Assassins the truth of it is, we are probably being spied on.
Do you have a right to privacy?
The laptops, desktops all in one computer’s phones and Alexa units with a screen, have built-in cameras and microphones. Is your image on some server somewhere?
Unless you want to live like Fred Flintstone, using pre-historic birds to deliver your mail, just possibly we need to give up on privacy.
From the porn scanners at the airports to the cameras on every light pole that you see, someone somewhere is watching. With all of these smart devices, someone or something is listening as well.
Your purse or wallet is littered with RFID tracking devices built into your credit cards. As you pass by specific scanners, it would not surprise me in the least for them to be collecting data on which cards you have with you.
Toll tags not only make an easy way for you to pay for roads that your tax dollars might have contributed to, but they also give us that traffic data on the map which can be used for good or for evil.
Who controls the puppet masters?
Those government agencies that are responsible for oversight of entities like this seem just as flawed as the DMV totally bereft of any loyalty of who they work for and who pays them.
As the progressive left lobbies for free this and that I cringe thinking about what it would be like for those that run the post office and the DMV to be in charge of my health, my security, and so on. We saw it with Veterans hospital and that was just the tip of the iceberg.
As the allure of free everything, causes you to think that maybe an old white guy who lies for a living has all the answers, think again. The art of winning the political game is to lie to the masses in an obscure convincing way while blaming the other side for your poor decisions.
History is rife with examples. Millions upon millions die when people like that get into power.
Vote for you who like, just remember, you can vote your way into socialism but, you will need to fight your way out. That will be with real bullets, not sticks and stones. If you are disarmed, prepare to have numbers tattooed on your arms and learn to eat insects for food.
Giving up rights for promised security is foolish, and the stuff of novels much like mine. Read history before that too is expunged from the records of life. Unless you know what has been, you will repeat it.
Megalomaniacs live in DC and in other ivory towers around the globe. That ass wipes that know better than you have armed guards. They will toss you and yours to the dregs of humanity as those are their useful idiots.
Greetings, and welcome to yet another week. I know; it is Monday! I know you all are thrilled to be doing your thing whether it be in a cubical or on a plane. Some of us are sitting in a converted bedroom office on the phone, or tied to the keyboard manipulating spreadsheets to make sense of things.
When you are writing, you must first consider who your audience is. This is paramount as you are crafting a story to tell them. Who are the ‘them?’
When I was a kid and we did the sleepovers, I knew if I tried and made it spooky enough, I could make them scream. We all did it as we knew who the audience was. We knew they were impressionable.
As an adult writer, nothing has changed. I write different genres for different audiences. Scifi is my favorite, and I am pretty sure I can depict the audience. Thrillers are the same way, I know who you are. Naughty Nighties, one of my wicked favorites, is a little gray, several shades of gray, pardon the play on EL James stuff.
Adult erotica is just fun to write. It takes little research and a good imagination. I know who you are too and not only do I not judge you but, here is a cyber hug, just for you. And you…and you…yes you too.
One of my fans asked me why I write that kind of stuff. Because I can. Here is the real reason, and I won’t blow smoke up your…rear. E.L.James is worth over 80million for 50 shades. Guess what, that stuff is easy to write, and many of you know it because the market is full of it.
People like to travel a road less traveled. They might want to read about an illicit love affair that takes place on some island where the couple is stranded. That trope is so done to death but, add a twist to it. What if they are two men or women and they fall in love. What if the two are from wildly different cultures where the one might want to kill the other, but realizing he or she would be alone, they have to grow as a human.
Amazon tells me little in analytics, but it does tell me where the person was who bought the book or books. When I say ‘was;’ I am talking country. That is still nebulous information at best.
With Tweets, which I use vociferously, I can tailor them to the audience. Social media is free and easy to use if you put some thought into it. From hashtags to keeping your brand out there in front of them is essential.
Some programs will render analytics on your tweets. Which worked and which ones didn’t. Now take it the next step and ask why.
Your website is vital and you need to have one. Whether you have one novel or three hundred, you need a website. Because they want to sell that service, as it is reoccurring revenue, they have made sites simpler to create.
There was a day you needed an experienced programmer to make an excellent looking site. Not so much today. If you can use Word you can make a website.
That brings us to money.
When times are good, you spend your money on advertising, when times are lean, you spend your money on advertising. Budget some money for programs and things to make your job as an author easier.
No, I am sorry, you cannot only write a lovely story that will scare the snot out of kiddoes. You have to sell that story, and make me, or others like me, want to pay money to read it.
One thing I do which you might try is; make good ole Jeff Bezos more money by putting a good story on KU. No, you won’t get anything for it. It is like working as an intern to get your foot into the door. While Amazon will say it has millions on the pool and you get something for each page read trust me on this grasshopper, don’t count on it.
What you want to do is write a story that makes them want to turn the page and…makes readers want to know who you are and if you have written anything else.
That is the only benefit you will get out of giving your work away for free. If your story is forgettable than you are.
Now that I have dashed your plan of financial success on the rocks as you feel yourself sliding into the abyss of despair take heart. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Get Better!
When I started writing, I had no idea what I was doing. I wanted to tell a story and write something that I would enjoy reading. I did. I love what I write but here is the kicker, as I have written over thirty novels I have improved my craft of writing by leaps and bounds.
Hell, I may even understand the comma.
I attend many writers’ workshops, and I pay attention to what they are saying. I have read more books in my life than I care to admit and when I began to write, I learned differently. Today I read like I am taking a bomb apart and I have to diffuse it and put it back together to be ‘my bomb.’ If that makes sense.
I also give back to the other writers out there, and that might include you. Instead of working on my latest thriller, I am casting pearls into the wind for you to grasp.
Everyone with a pen or keyboard thinks they can write. Truth told they cannot. I got stuck in front of a live TV not long ago where the mother on some sitcom was reading her own novel into a Dictaphone. Now I did not stay in front of the screen long enough to know the show or care but I did stay there long enough to know it was horrible writing.
When you go to the movies or sit in front of the TV, disassemble what is going on.
Analyze what the writers are doing with the characters.
• How are they building tension?
• What promises are they making the viewer or reader?
• How are they keeping the audience engaged so they will stay there through the commercial breaks?
All of this is terrific information to have in your quiver. When you pull out that arrow and want to target a plot point or snag your audience, you will know how to do it.
There is good news for you indie writers out there. There are actually agents who are brighter than most. They will look at the novels on Amazon, and seek out new voices to represent.
Jeff, you are making a killing on independent writers. How about you give them some free advertising for each novel that you host? I realize you want to make money on each and everything Amazon does including sending the file to the customer. Don’t you think giving some marketing assistance to your suppliers would help your bottom line?
Ok, that was my pitch to the richest man around. Doubt he will ever see it but, that is the way we do things in our world.
To my friends and readers, take heart. 2020 is off to a roaring start, and good things are happening.
In my next blog, we will play a what-if game. I am making notes so I don’t forget.
Hit that follow button on Twitter and by all means here on WordPress. Much Love -TW
We never stop learning. Life is one big lesson so be open to it.
Having published over 30 novels and many more novellas, I think I have a handle on how to write.
Just when I think I know ‘enough’ I learn, I don’t.
In the world of writing, we can easily fall into analysis to paralysis. I know some writers who have been working on their books for over thirty years. Possibly writing is not for them.
A friend talked me into these Master Classes that I went in with her on, and there are some excellent writers that they have signed up to give them. Now in truth, from the ones that I have watched, I know what they are saying, and I could provide that same class.
Having tooted my own horn and possibly come off as presumptuous, I began taking a class by Dan Brown. I love his books, and I have analyzed them as I read them but, I don’t write Thrillers; until now.
I began taking his class and thought…”pffft I can do that.”
I am so wrapped up in this novel; I can’t hardly sleep. The problem with creating tension in my book is it is creating tension in me, as the writer.
By nature, I am a panster. For those of you who are unfamiliar with that term, it merely means that I write much like Stephen King, a stream of consciousness. Dan is a plotter. Dan is very methodical in his writing and from what I am gleaning, he might work on a book for two or more years. I crank out a novel in one or two months.
This thriller I am currently working on involves the murder of modern-day witches. I love writing about witches anyway, so this story is near and dear to my heart. Using his style for creating a thriller, I am ten thousand words into it and the villain is now on the radar of our main character.
Stay tuned for more details about this work as I continue to update other novels as I have time.
If you have not already downloaded or purchased Land of my People oh my goodness, it is an emotionally charged read. You will love it. Lunchtime read but, fair warning you might want something to blot your eyes or blow your nose into as it is a tear-jerker.
Have you ever eaten a little wasabi to cleanse your pallet?
I like a little tear-jerker to shake me out of my funk or to disrupt the absolute shit going on with world politics. I have not only turned off the TV but now I am stopping the notifications from different news sources. I don’t want to be angry and I don’t like being manipulated by the media. Would it be wrong to just toss the TV on the curb?
Land of my people will change your frame of mind, and I promise you that you will smile. Please drop me a note and tell me what you think of it.
Are you one who reads at lunch? Check out my latest project.
As we roll into a new week, I wanted to take a moment to thank each of you who hit that magic follow button, both on WordPress, and Twitter.
This weekend I attended a conference with many writers and want to be writers. We had a wonderful time exploring the possibilities, hopes, and dreams, along with some that have already hit the publishing lottery.
I say lottery tongue and cheek.
We have examined the reasons we write, many times; please don’t let it be the ‘publishing lottery.’
While passion for the craft of storytelling should be your number one reason for writing, it is ok to entertain the ‘possibility’ that you might find the perfect agent who is just hot to trot over your idea or manuscript. When I say ‘possibility,’ I want you to put that in the realm that I do when I spend a dollar on ‘a’ single lottery ticket.
“TW, you don’t waste money on those, do you?”
“Waste, no. You see, with me, when I am traveling, and I need to use the facilities…(Nice way to say pee) and I don’t need gas or what have you, I will spend a dollar on a lottery ticket.
Now, I don’t feel cheap for using their bathroom; well, too cheap. With that lottery ticket in my possession, I think of all the things I will do with it when I ‘win!’
Keep in mind, the only way to win the lottery is not to play.
We writers must have an active imagination, and that includes fantasy. Use those thoughts as writing prompts. Your character spent his or her last dollar on a lottery ticket instead of buying cheap soup. You know those bags of noodles that you put into hot water like you did in college.
Why did your character do that?
Did he or she win?
How did it change their life?
Did they eat the ticket if they lost?
Did they have to explain what they did with that dollar to anyone?
Maybe your character is prosperous and just bought the ticket not to appear cheap and hit the lottery anyway!
*Write a flash fiction on your blog, with one of these and send me a link.
Since I titled this new project, I suppose I should tell you what I am up to. I came up with the idea of creating a book of short stories. Ten thousand words or less per story. The idea is that you can buy this book, and take it with you to lunch and have a mental vacation while you dine on celery and salad. Oh, you’re not one of those that made those ridiculous New Year’s resolutions to eat better?
Stay tuned for more details.
In the meantime, I am still editing and changing my novels as time permits. If you bought one, and I re-release it, you can speak with the people at Amazon and get the latest, I am told. I called to make sure that you could, and what the process was.
Stay safe out there, write to me and tell me how you are doing and if you take on the prompt, I would love to see how you do with it.
*Flash Fiction… For those of you who don’t know, flash fiction is usually a story of 1000 words or less that demonstrates a story and character arc. In 1000 words or less can be a challenge.
Are writers bound by some unspoken rule regarding what we write about?
Did you know Susie was fooling around with Tom at work?
What a juicy bit of gossip that is. Truth told we love a good bit of gossip. The reasons are evident to most anyone with a brain.
We want to feel better than that person.
We are better than that person.
We love the titillation that goes along with gossip.
Their behavior might justify ours.
We have this duality within us of who we are. We attend church or work, and we wear this face that we allow the world to see. While sitting there listening to the pastor drone on about Paul or David or JESUSsssss, we are thinking about what has to be done when we get home from church.
Some of us are thinking about last night and how wonderful it was to be in his or her arms.
A few of us are actually writing in our bibles or making notes to stay awake, and not snore like the fellow in the pew behind us.
I am no better than you. If the pastor hits a dull moment, my mind is elsewhere. Much like reading a book where you hit that middle of the road slump. Your eyes pass over the words but they don’t register because we are looking for the ‘juicy stuff.’
As a writer, we must keep this in mind when we are crafting our stories. Pacing is essential and so is the ‘juice.’
Who is your audience?
In Church on Sunday, the preacher, who most probably doesn’t want to be there either, is addressing his or her flock. The flock is us, the sinners. As a preacher, he must keep us engaged throughout the sermon or we are all wasting our time. There are no time clocks to punch. God will not be looking at some history to see how many hours you ‘sat’ in church.
We may all wear this mask of how effing great we are, (yes I wanted to use the F-bomb to get your attention) but inside, we are just us. If you happen to go to a Calvinist denomination of Christianity, you know ‘because you have been told repeatedly’ just what a lowly piece of shit you are. That definition does not even underscore how truly rotten Calvinism makes you feel. I left one of those churches as Calvin was a crazy man, as was Martin Luther. Both were horrible Anti-Semites who, if they had self-flagellate themselves, I would be grateful. Too harsh?
I should note that God can use the worst of the worst to do his bidding. From David to Trump, God can use even you, to do his bidding, turning evil to good. ‘Like how I put you in there so you keep in mind that you are no better than any of them? I did too.’
That is where we get into trouble when we think we are better than thou. You might love or hate Trump but, I can tell you with all certainty, he will use him to do his bidding.
We as writers can use what we know and who we know as fodder for stories. We can use every experience that we ever have to weave them into the tapestry of your dystopian adventure through Never Land.
The issues with being a writer as I see them, we think outside the box, and we take nothing for granted. We might sit in church and listen as the preacher prattles on about demons or how the streets of heaven are made of gold. Ok, they are streets, gold is a soft metal; wouldn’t it make more sense to make them with something more ‘concrete?’
‘Did you like that? Concrete…” C’mon at least smile.
If I took a notion, I could dismantle the Bible in its entirety from what I know about physics and science.
That is a powerful statement, and it is true. Here is something else I know. I can absolutely prove to you that there is a God or Creator of all things. Again, I can use Science and physics to determine that.
Where does that leave us as a people? If there is a God as I am sure there is, what is it? Where is it? Who is it? Does he or she watch over us like Santa Jesus, making notes when we mess up?
No, I mean no disrespect, I am making a point. Don’t send me ugly e-mails, I don’t have time for them.
The problem with the bible is every part of it is tied to every other part of it. If you pull on one, lose string, the house of cards falls apart. They, in fact, become stories. Allegorical tales meant to put some modicum of understanding of how the world and God worked 2000 years ago.
Have we outgrown God?
With church attendance falling, we see the beginnings of a dystopian world. How do we as writers, play into this part of the world? We are part of this world, not merely observers. Are we responsible for shaping the world with our words?
These are just a few thoughts I have when I witness the violence from Hollywood or the Graphic video games that are nothing more than simulators for death. What role do we as writers play?
One of my favorite lines from any movie was from Contact.
(Paraphrased) ‘You people have such wonderful imaginations and thoughts, and you have such horrible nightmares.’
This line captures the duality of which I speak.
In my novels, I attempt to speak to both. We are that Jekyll and Hyde but hopefully not to that extreme.
In Nudists of Shangri-La, I speak to Judy’s Demons. If you read it, you will recognize her demon as we all have it. Possibly it is not to that extreme but it is there never-the-less.
As we head into the weekend, I wish you a safe and happy one. Thanks for following me here and on twitter.
Tonight I want to tell you about a novella I wrote a year or so ago and recently
re-released it but first….
I bought a book I want to talk about. Writers, you will want to pay attention to this as it involves marketing.
If you follow me, you know that I write what sells. I can churn out a story on damn near any topic. Writing prompts are a favorite pass time. What sells and why?
I go to book stores and I shop online like most of you do. So here is this book with all kinds of pants on the cover, including undies of different sorts. The title is Take off Your Pants.
What the hell, it made me look!
That is what I was talking about in a previous blog, when you want to charm some intern who is going through some agents ‘her mothers,’ slush pile.
You want a title that grabs the reader.
The truth is, I bought the book, but have not even looked at it. The book is about modifying the way you write, if you are a pantster, as I am. Hello, what I do works, why change what is not busted?
Why did you buy it then?
I bought it because the title and cover were captivating and amusing.
Now, if you don’t know if you are a plotter or pantster, you might get some mileage out of her book. It is an e-book that went to my mac instead of my tablet for some reason.
“TW, what is this nude in the woods about?”
So here is the deal. I have been nude in the woods. I know the honesty just drips out of me at times. I actually love nature, and I love to be in it as God made me. Yes, it can be intimidating at times and yes, you do feel vulnerable, at times.
When I wrote Land of my People, I captured the first time I did it. I re-lived that moment, including the ‘thinking tree,’ and much of the other parts of the novel are actually from real life.
I cannot say this enough, if you want to write compelling stories, you have to be willing to pull off your undies, or said another way, live your damned life like you mean it!
The Bucket list spoke to me, not so much for the reasons they had in the movie but, for fodder for gripping tales. How the hell can you write stories if you only watch TV or read what others write?
Go out and skin your knees, get your skin scraped up with briars, and stand on sticky things with your bare feet. Or better yet, feel the sun kiss you in places reserved for shadows. Allow the wind to whistle through your nether regions and live in the moment. Do it by yourself, so you can listen to the whispering trees. Learn to pee without getting yourself wet, and if you do, so what.
In this novella, which I hope you will read, you will see some of what I went through to write this story. Guess what, I would do it again. I would sit on that hot rock or pick those yellow flowers. I would dive into that lake with only that old deer as my witness. When your heart is pounding in your chest, as you pull off that last stitch of clothing, only then can you write about it convincingly. As you leave your clothes behind on that ‘thinking tree,’ turning your back on civilization, only then can you honestly know what it is like to be exposed, to be truly naked. When you walk through a spider web, and the ‘huntress’ leaves your chest while slowly making its way down your belly toward your…yeah, you are alive! You think and act without the safety of the remote control. While respecting all life, could you do what she did?
In Perpetual Palpitation, I write about the antics of two lovebirds who find places on a cruise ship where he takes a picture of her while she performs lewd poses. Care to guess how many ships I have been on?
You have to live my friends. You cannot write good stuff if you only do it by reading the works of others. You have to use all of your senses, and you must remember what it was like when you are at Hippy Hollow, as I write about in Nudist of Shangri-La. Yes, I know about it, because I was there.
There is a beach in Florida that you will get ticketed if you are wearing clothing on it. How do I know?
Not from the internet, I assure you.
Tan lines should be a sin. Until you rip the Band-Aid off, you cannot honestly write about it.
Now I have not written about sky diving because I will not jump out of a perfectly good plane. I can write about flying because I have spent my fair share of time behind the yoke. Until the ground disappears beneath you, and you are in control, you cannot write convincingly about it, like I did in Presidential Assassins.
No, I have not killed anyone, so you do have to use your imagination but, and I say this with all due candor, you have to live. I have killed, hunted, stalked, been stalked, been in the woods nude or naked, and done much, tried much, and would do more if I needed, to experience it, to write about it.
You can get a small sampling of that in Land of my People. I did spend about a week in the woods, as my main character did. I describe my first time as his daughter did. I think you will love it.
I hope that this blog, like most, will inspire you to write convincingly. I also hope you will assist me by spreading the word about this blog, and my books.