Would a delicious little butt warming start the evening off with a bang!?
This post is going to be fun.
Yes, I get some exciting e-mails in response to my novels. Unlike some authors, I am here to respond to questions. While my books are selling better than ever, I still have lots of work to do. “I still have a day job.”
Marketing is paramount in that even with an agent, an author still must market themselves. Why not use e-mails from people like you to talk about my novels and why I write what I do.
In Nudists of Shangri-La Hal and Judy have been married a few years. The novelty of marriage and living with another person has worn off. Some men are driven by their job. They, in fact, are career minded which might be a holdover from the period of time when they were hunter-gatherers. Yes, it is in the breeding.
Hal, the naughty boy, has ignored his lovely wife’s need for love. He has, in fact, neglected his dance partner by not doing the horizontal mambo in several months. Judy stays at home and is feeling pretty put out with her life. Like some ladies, she blames herself. Has she put on a few extra pounds? Why does Hal not find her attractive? Is there someone else? How does she get the spark back?
They both inherited large sums of money so why is Hal working so hard. Why is he not taking advantage of their good fortune and traveling the world with Judy?
Hal is unaware that Judy has a dark secret which is a fantasy that she has kept to herself.
Experimenting in college with her roommate, Judy knew that she was different. Her sexual appetite was robust to say the very least. She knew she could love another woman and she did.
Trying to stay true to Hal she had plenty of time to spend by herself and BOB. (battery operated boyfriend) Judy, like all of us, has this internal demon. We have fantasies, and Judy was no exception. In the back of her mind, she wondered what it would be like to give up control to someone else. To be subservient to the point of allowing herself to be dominated. Those fantasies kept her and her “Hitachi” busy on days when Hal worked late or when he left her alone in bed in the mornings.
• The fantasy involved old bosses and even a teacher who scolded her.
• They involved a school dean hired by her parents to straighten her out.
• They involved frustrated old nuns who would like nothing better than to paddle her.
• Why was her demon into this kind of humiliation?
• If she was to allow this what would happen, what would she allow?
• What if people were watching?
• Would she mind a little pain?
• What if this person was a large man?
• What if he had a reputation for being sadistic?
• What would it be like to be restrained where he could have his way with her?
• The idea of people watching as her clothing was removed only partially excited her. What if…?
• What if he used a belt or a paddle?
• What if he was a large man with calloused hands?
• She wondered if she would feel his callouses on her smooth pink bottom?
• Judy wanted Hal to play into her fantasy, and he was interested in work and his career.
• Hal was not experimental and indeed not into role play.
A letter from her roommate appeared, and she called her. Sally had sent her a brochure on a place in the California hills where they could go and be alone. There was a camp which taught enlightenment. Sally knew this might interest Judy. Sally wanted to re-live some memories with her college roommate and getting her away from Texas and Hal, was her goal.
Living through the several days with the scheduled events with Sally excited Judy. The camp was designed around being nude in public. Not only were you nude but, there were no curtains on the windows in the cabins. The lessons to be learned were obscured until you sat through the classes and did the exercises.
This theme spoke to Judy’s demon who wanted more. Getting Hal to bring her to the class the following spring was an effort of herculean proportions. While there in the next group was a large dark man with his wife. They had a reputation for being sadistic. Judy had to know more… His wife had stripes on her backside, and those were an advertisement to Judy’s demon.
Sleepless nights thinking about those purple stripes pushed her to confront her demon.
In Nudists of Shangri-La, there is a chapter of the novel dedicated to the question in the title. In fact, the section is rather steamy and created for mature adults.
In the Sequel, some of our old friends introduced in the first novel come back to play as Hal and Judy create a clothing optional resort in East Texas. The leader of Shangri-La visits his place and teaches his class in Texas, broadening his ability to reach more people.
Steve and his crew of pornography actors and camera people come out to film on location, enticing Judy, and her friends to take part in the process.
Perpetual Palpitation is making a strong showing in the UK and down under.
While all of my 30 novels are selling, some of those selling are noteworthy.
Spending the last few months marketing my novels that I have created thus far is part of the goal to see what you all would like to read. This exercise is paramount, so I know what my next book will be about.
If you have a suggestion, I am all about listening to you as most of you well know.
I have an update I wanted to share with you. Many from this blog and my books have suggested that I write a third in this series. Ok…..
Today I started the third in the series. The characters are playing around and I think I will have something for you to wet your …appetite… Soon enough.
Thanks for the e-mails, Follows, retweets and of course you followers here thanks so much!
I have a twitter campaign I just started to point more potential bloggers and followers here. If you come from Twitter welcome and thanks. Make your self at home!
Does that camera on your PC see more than you think it does?
Have you masturbated in front of your computer?
Were you being watched?
Ever since spying on citizens has come into vogue with recent news reports, did we ever think in an Orwellian way? Probably not.
When laptop computers were given to school kids soon enough we learned that some folks in the IT department had programmed their machine with a bot which would allow them to spy on schoolkids in their bedroom.
Having been a digital forensic expert since the 1980s, the creativity of which scammers work just amazes me.
The subject was this: Yоur соmрuter hаs а gооd саmerа, I hаve yоur рhоtоs.
Dо nоt mind оn my illitеrасy, I am frоm China.
I uрlоаded thе mаliсiоus рrоgram on your systеm. Sinсе thаt mоment I рilfеrеd аll privy bаckgrоund frоm yоur system. Аdditiоnаlly I hаvе sоme morе соmрrоmising еvidеnсе. The mоst intеrеsting еvidеnсе thаt I stоlе- its a videоtаре with yоur mаsturbаtiоn. I аdjustеd virus оn а роrn wеb sitе аnd аftеr yоu lоаdеd it. Whеn yоu dесidеd with thе video аnd tарped оn a рlаy buttоn, my dеlеtеrious sоft аt оnсе sеt uр оn yоur systеm. Аfter adjusting, yоur саmеrа shооt thе vidеotаpе with yоu sеlf-аbusing, in аddition it sаvеd рreсisеly the роrn vidеo you mаsturbаtеd оn. In nеxt fеw dаys my mаlwаre сollеctеd аll yоur sосial and wоrk сontаcts.
If yоu wаnt tо deletе the rеcоrds- раy me 350 eurо in BTС(cryрtосurrency). I prоvide you my Btс numbеr – 1Cot7RaTfFQyeJ2yj5bxUsSX2zBf131Umo Yоu have 24 hours aftеr reаding. Whеn I get transfer I will destrоy thе videotaре evermore. Othеr wаy I will send thе tape to all your cоllеаgues and friends.
If you had or ever have done something like what he is describing your blood might run cold as you read his or her message.
You might even be trying to figure out how much 350 Euro is in relation with your money.
The scams are many and this is one of a thousand. I try and highlight the interesting ones from time to time as I appreciate the effort that they put into them.
Thier mistake is sending them to me.
What this toad does not realize is, I could very possibly walk up to him or her in a crowd with a little effort and ambition on my part. If I can do it, the Feds can most certainly do it. This e-mail did not come from China. It actually originated from Washington State. Would you like to know the cable network and the IP address that it came from?
This is extortion and the FBI should be all over this. Why aren’t they?
I wonder how many will fall for this type of coercion from kids in their mother’s basement.
The wild wild west is in your living room, and your computer hosts it.
Make sure you use common sense practice with your computer and have good anti-virus software running.
My novels are selling well and if you are one of the purchasers of them thanks so much!
Good Evening from the States. Some of you know, many do not, that This fine fellow and I are related. I am rather proud of this fact and have a soft spot in my heart for this heritage.
I try to keep up with what is going on through the likes of the BBC, but it would seem that we are not getting the whole truth. Is journalism dead or is it now propaganda?
Years ago there was something known as “Yellow Journalism.” Today we don’t even tell half-truths we craft the news to fit a narrative. This is not only sad but dangerous. People cannot possibly vote correctly without the truth. That is the point and why they want to control the narrative.
My dear cousin is rolling in his grave as I learned that reporters can be jailed for telling the truth.
There are gangs of miscreants raping girls, and the press does not want it out there. Why?
Is there no one in the UK with some balls to stand up to the politically correct? What would Winston say about this mess?
I can tell you, but this blog might never see the light of day in #London.
Many of us in the states have watched with trepidation the way that the UK is imploding. We wait and then we see the progressives in this country trying to push this country into that same direction.
We elected Trump to stop the madness. We needed someone who was not a Cockwomble to do the will of the people and not those on Ave. K.
You let them take your guns then they strip you of your rights one at a time until you are at the complete mercy of the invading force in your country. It is an invasion.
We too are being invaded by people fleeing tyranny from Mexico and South America. They cannot fight as their guns were taken away, so they either run or succumb to the barbarians. 29,000 people were murdered in Mexico in 2017, but our media does not talk about it.
How many have you all lost to violence?
Does your media tell you?
The next time you vote for anything I suggest that you carefully vet who or what you vote for. The EU seems to be on the precipice of failure, and it is your own damned fault.
There can be no “political correctness!” It was invented as a way to silence you.
You had best fight now, or you will all be slaves to the elite among you.
Start by getting your free speech back, and then get your guns.
Elect leaders who have your best interests at heart and not those from other countries.
Let me know if you need a great speech, I am a writer among other things.
If I ask you to go build an airport, where would you start?
• What is your passion?
• When you write, what is it that stirs up your juices?
• Is what you have to say worthy to be read?
• Is your diatribe worth my time?
• If you are writing a novel, why?
I launched a young lady on a path towards a career in writing this weekend. She has a job that is far from disinteresting, and in fact, she has a story to tell. She was trying to figure out the details.
When a child is confronted with cleaning up his room, he or she generally looks at the job as insurmountable especially if “everything” is out of place. Writing as in life if we were correctly raised we learned to break the impossible task into small bites. Much like project management.
If I ask you to go build an airport, where would you start?
In writing, we can analyze ourselves into paralysis. One “author,” wrote that she writes one sentence properly and will not go to the next until it is perfect. “Paralysis.”
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” Go….
Obviously, I am not going to steal that. I wrote it to make a point.
When I start a novel, I have an idea I want to pursue. Whether it is time travel or discovering a derelict spacecraft hidden away for eons, I start with just a thought.
I keep the first page which I label a manifest in which I put notes of who is who and where and so forth as the story progresses.
Some people storyboard their books which is ok if that is how you write. My point to her and to you is that there is no right or wrong way as long as the final “deliverable” is a book worth reading.
People had been giving this girl so much advice. So much so that not one word is on paper or virtual paper.
“The cold air cut through her clothes like a knife as she left the terminal headed to the shuttle. Caroline had no idea that the winters in St Paul could be so bitterly cold! “
• Who is Caroline?
• What is she doing in Minnesota in the winter time?
• Why does she not expect the weather to be so extreme?
• Where did she fly in from?
• Why is she there?
• What does she look like?
• What exactly is she wearing?
In less than three minutes I have created the opening line to a book, and I have also asked some pretty fundamental questions. We must address these and others in some future paragraphs or pages or chapters.
Take any project in bite-size pieces, stop and ask some pretty essential questions and consider your audience. Who are they?
Don’t worry about punctuation or spelling or participles when you are creative. You can always edit it later when you have the characters all playing together.
Hope that this answers some questions and helps those that want to write and not know how to get started.
One word after another is a good start.
Blogs are a great place to explore ideas and get to know others. If they follow you something about you interests them. Blogs are an excellent way to seek advice from those that follow you but, be careful about that.
Blogs are an excellent way to market your work and to practice your craft.
Don’t let blogging or marketing get in the way of your novel. The creative process is not one that can be regulated as many writers try to do.
Before I elucidate on this subject, let me thank you for taking the time to visit my blog. Allow me to ask you to do something for me. If you like what I am saying herein please repost it, or press it, or tweet about it. My goal is to shed some light on this subject and see if we can’t turn the volume down some, on the hate in this country and around the globe.
“Hate is a poison that you take in hopes it will affect someone else.”
The amount of vitriol in this country is just incredible. The recent remarks by Samantha Bee regarding the president’s daughter, Ivanka, were so over the top, so charged with hate and venom, it floored me.
When did comedians stop being funny? I find nothing funny or humorous about what Samantha said. The “C” word when referring to a woman is just over the top messed up. Using the “C” word when referring to someone you disagree with is the epitome of, “I don’t really have a good argument, so I will just call you names.” To me, that is worse than the “N” word. Frankly, it is offensive to the point of utter revulsion!
Why did it take you so long to apologize, did you take a poll?
I know what comedians are doing and why they are doing it but, they do a disservice to you and me as humans. They, in fact, dehumanize all of us with remarks like that.
There are several celebrities including the likes of Amy Schumer who spread their brand of hate using absolute lies. Kathy Griffin with the severed head was so over the top. The comments by late-night comedians are not only vapid where facts are concerned but, also abhorrent when talking about not only a sitting president but those that voted for him or her.
Amy Schumer not only called Trump racists and homophobic, but she also likened all of his voters or supporters as KKK members. Not stopping there, not unlike Hillary with her deplorable comment, she charged that unlike the smart people who supported Hillary “a Champion of women’s rights,” Trump supporters were just stupid.
Schumer’s rant in the Huffington Post months ago centered around a fake quote where allegedly Trump called all Republicans stupid. That meme was baseless and later debunked by the liberal fact-finding entity known as Snopes. Of course, it was debunked long after it had served its political purpose.
Many on the left hold themselves as sacrosanct and above reproach. As the #Me2 movement took on a life of its own, we find that those who hide behind the veil of Hollywood are also far from perfect. Did they wake up? Did the pussy hat wearing Nasty women figure out that they are not perfect?
I doubt it, their trade is in hate and fear mongering. Not unlike Schumer, their reality is not based on fact but on hate-filled rhetoric that gens up the base. Very sad actually.
Schumer and her ilk were campaigning for a woman who cheated Bernie Sanders, has no issues skirting around the law as if it does not apply to her and defends her husband’s lascivious behavior around other women. She, in fact, seemed to condone his affair with Monica.
Hillary was no bastion for women then or now.
While the lists of her epic failures as a politician are long, her shortcomings as a human being are even longer. Between her and Bill they could easily be the modern-day equivalent of Bonnie and Clyde while dealing in Uranium instead of small-time bank holdups.
Deleting and acid washing 33,000 emails after they were subpoenaed is a big deal, Amy!
Taking hammers to blackberries and other government-owned devices after they were subpoenaed is a big deal.
So why are those on the left so enamored with people who are so vile and corrupt?
This fact goes to the root of why you and I hate.
We do so because we are told to hate.
Our “dark side, or what I refer to as the demon within” is fed by their lies. We, in fact, hate good news and will dismiss it when it is about someone we despise and will eat up any lie or bastardization of the truth if it paints our foe in a bad light. That is human nature. The politicians know it, depend upon it, and uses it!
This simple fact is why the “comedians” are so successful in their efforts for their own fifteen minutes of fame. All they have to do is identify a need and fill it. There is a strong need to hate Donald Trump. It is easy to say things which are fallacious, salacious or scandalous which the haters will find delightful while coveting the shocking news which might paint him in a bad light. They are in fact fed when someone says something ugly about Trump or his administration. The news media was gleeful when the North Korean Summit was called off.
It would appear that the destruction of this country as we know it as long as Donald Trump failed would be ok with the media. How sad is that?
There is a well-documented instance of this just a few months ago when Joy Behar was gleeful on TV when Brian Williams reported that Flynn would testify that Trump ordered him to collude with the Russians.
If what they say carries a viral component, even if false, the damage will be done long before the Trump team can go on defense. This is also true in any political campaign.
If you are not for this president, you are against this country!
There is a long and sordid history of media bias which they learned from the likes of Edward Louis Bernays. (1891-1995) Edward was an Austrian-American pioneer in the field of propaganda or (public relations.)
Without the complete science of the art, it boils down to emotion. If I can stir up your feelings, I can manipulate you. You will notice that almost no political ads are based on logic. They are almost all based on throwing grandma off the cliff or letting children starve or killing young animals, or death panels or taking old peoples money away.
To win an election, all I must do is paint the narrative of what is wrong, and who is responsible for it, and do so in an emotional way.
Sally Struthers enjoyed a long career of crying on TV for the starving kids by presenting them in your living room. A very small percentage of the donations went to the cause.
Did you ever wonder why they just don’t take the money spent on the ads and feed the kids? Misery is a big business. Other organizations seem to also fall into that same boat which is just a shame. We must as good stewards of our money do our due diligence on any company or organization that you intend to donate money to.
If its CEO is making tons of cash you had better look at what percentage of the money goes to the cause that you care about.
What is wrong, who is to blame for it, and what will you do to make it right.
What it takes to “right the ship equate to Campaign promises.” When made, few if any are rarely if ever kept. In actual politics, it is about saying what the public wants to hear. That is why so many say things which are not consistent as they travel the country.
The hope is that enough voters are so busy with the family, making ends meet, and of course, the kids and soccer that they cannot pay attention to the missteps of the candidates. Add to the fray, football, basketball, baseball, Nascar and whatever is trending on Twitter, that Americans’ will grow tired of the political crap and tune out.
That is why we have “Fake News 24X7 on multiple channels.” All of them reading from the same script as they are all related. Want the real news, try OAN. The MSM has been trying to get them off the air since they started. They must control the narrative. That is why 98% of the news on CNN, MSNBC, ABC, CBS is negative regarding this president.
Unemployment is at the lowest rate in 50 years! Pelosi was telling us Friday that those numbers mean nothing. Just like the tax cut giving people larger paychecks mean nothing. According to Pelosi.
Call me a conspiracy nut or a science fiction writer, which I am but…isn’t it odd that when many American’s are getting larger paychecks that the price of gas went up about that same amount? Did someone call in a favor to those folks in the middle east? They cut production raising the cost per barrel. Why did they do it?
What would you care to wager that after the midterms they raise production back up?
Throughout history what comes out of DC is for the good of the rich and famous or possibly just the rich. Unfortunately, it is more often than not the middle class who bears the brunt of the rape of the country and its finances. Those that are hurt are the people who can afford to actually pay taxes.
A common theme in the liberal agenda is confiscating guns. Not sure why but, that is their end goal. We could speculate on the reasons but we don’t really need to. We can look at countries where their guns were confiscated through history and get some idea what they might have in mind.
If you google gun control you will find that more recent post by left-leaning writers or sources attempts to debunk what despots do. Before long we may all have to go find books at the library as the stuff on the internet seems malleable.
This article is pretty close to correct but again, if you really want the truth maybe it is time to get a library card.
If you are still not convinced, go read about other repressive regimes in our current day and time and then connect those dots to human rights violations. You will see that there is a direct link between the more repressive the regimes the worse the violations.
Lastly on this topic, we can speak of immigration. 29,000 people were murdered in Mexico in 2017. Their government took their guns away as there was too much gun violence. The cartels and gang members failed to get the message to turn their guns in. Do you think that the criminal element here in the states would turn theirs in if the Democrats get their way and grab the guns?
Is it any wonder why so many from Central and South America want to come to the States?
Why does our MSM not talk about the murder rate in Mexico?
If Americans understood what was going on south of the border would it be an inconvenient truth?
If you met Trump do you think you would like him as a person?
The Bible tells us we will know a good tree by its fruit.
While we are not to judge others we can glean a clue to who they are by their actions or works.
“Trump talked about grabbing some girl by the pussy! He is a bad person!”
Hmmm, did he actually do that? I mean did he actually reach between some ladies legs and grab her pussy?
Here is some food for thought.
We don’t know if he did or did not do it. He says that he did not, and in fact was engaging in locker room banter with a friend who just happened to not be that great of a friend, as he was recording him.
With his hubris, it is more conceivable to me that he might say something crass like that just to brag to a friend showing his prowess or swagger. Truth told, he is rich and there are a lot of “ladies” out there who would allow many things for a few of his financial favors.
“Cough … Stormy Daniels.”
Even I don’t see that one. Again do what it takes to damage your opponent at all cost.
Do you remember this little picture?
They pulled out all the stops to try and discredit this president appealing to common decency. That is funny coming from the left.
And let us not forget our friend Cruze finding yet another picture from her days as a model flooding every mailbox in Utah with it as “your New First Lady.” This was targeting the Mormons which is one of the few states Cruz won in the primaries.
Nothing is off limits during an election, and it would seem once you are in office.
If you look at Trump from a pragmatic standpoint, (not emotional,) you would know that he does not drink, do drugs or imbibe in many of the trappings of the rich and famous. If he does nothing mind altering what could he do that the rich do?
They have gold plated toilets.
They have planes with their brand on them.
They have helicopters with their brand on them.
They have buildings with their name on them
I think Melania is beautiful although I am afraid that this job and its attacks are having adverse effects on him and his family. I think the swamp is, in fact, fighting back with every weapon they can find.
I would say they enjoy nice food but we know he eats McDonalds and diet Coke.
“Hey, Mr.President Sir! , Try a Whataburger…their fries are better too!”
Oh yes, they might enjoy bragging about what they have accomplished or what they might do.
What joys does he obtain from being rich?
Looking at his last few months, I am amazed that he has not said “screw this!” and walked away. A lesser man most certainly would have. I know that Oberman and his ilk pray for that. Their venom spews from every pore of their slimy subhuman existence, and yet Trump stays there in defiance. He is a fighter, you have to give it to him. Like him or not he is a fighter.
With the Me2 movement, it is easy to make a claim that is fictitious where a celebrity is concerned and have it stick. In fact, if it is a man involved, they are tried in the media and court of public opinion long before anything is ever proven. The claim of guilt is damaging enough to have the same effect as if they really had done what they had been accused of.
Harry Reid knew this when he deliberately said from the Senate floor that Mitt Romney had not paid any taxes. He knew it was a lie when he said it but he did anyway. Months later when later interviewed about his prevarication by the press his response was “He didn’t win did he?”
In politics, the ends justify the means. This is a sad and depressing fact that we would all do good to remember. Nothing is off limits in politics.
I have no illusions of who Trump is or what he is about. I believe that he is probably narcissistic. I do have an idea that this “job” he has undertaken, probably has humbled him some. Just possibly God has something in mind for him.
The truth is, that God can use anyone for his glory, even Trump.
“TW, why do you say this about him. Surely God could have found someone better?”
Every time that I try and second guess God, I am wrong. I was thinking back to the kinds of people God used throughout history and I decided that I would probably not like any of them in person.
If we had the MSM back in the day, what would they have said about David or Paul?
Can you imagine what a 24-hour news cycle would look like when Jesus was walking among us?
David was a murderer, rapists and a bunch of other mean ugly nasty things and yet he was a man after God’s own heart!
Saul, later Paul, was someone who put Gods’ people to death and yet look at what God did with him!
Can God use Trump? Is he using Trump?
I most certainly would not have liked David, Paul, Calvin, Martin Luther and probably a whole host of heroes of the faith. Their character flaws would cause me to steer clear of them.
The Early church was so incredibly flawed and corrupt that one wonders why God did not strike them dead with lightning! Even in this day and time, we have bishops having sex with boys. Hello, what are you thinking? WTF Over?
Back in the day, the church was the spiritual leader, the school and oh yes the government. If you did not tow the line you might find yourself killed in a most unpleasant way.
Where was Jesus?
Who did he hang around?
We are told growing up that we are judged by the company that we keep. You lay down with the dogs you wake up with fleas.
Jesus was not hanging with the morally upright, was he?
I don’t hang around people with poor moral character …. Wait a minute…. What is in my books? What do I write about? Am I being a sanctimonious hypocrite?
I write about science fiction but I also right about some rather racy stuff.
I write about lesbians.
I write about BDSM.
I write about romance from a different perspective.
I write about romance from a normal perspective.
I write about lust, greed, carnal appetite and
I also have a little bit of the Gospel in almost every novel.
I did not plan that, however. I write from a stream of consciousness and it finds its way into most of my books.
Could God be using me to get in touch with a whole different audience that would never dream of picking up the Bible? Sometimes I wonder but I don’t question it.
I am not a hardline Christian. In fact, I am rather pragmatic about it, and that comes through in my books.
“TW, how do you juxtapose living a godly life and getting or giving a delicious little spanking before screwing like rabbits?” You will need to read some of my novels to see that little bit of fun.
I don’t live a godly life. I am flawed and far from Godly. From what I have seen of most “godly people” I like who I am, just the way that I am. When I fall short, I hate that it happened and I try again. Each time the cycle repeats.
Sin is actually a term from the Archers or archery. It simply means to miss the mark. I often miss the mark but, I try to hit it always.
I love the sanctimonious who go to the church each and every time the door is open and then go out to lunch and look down over their readers along their long noses at the people who are already in the restaurants, dining in their shorts and sandals. You can tell that they just climbed out of bed, rested and ready to eat and maybe go back home and play around or watch football.
The other day I was in a place after church and it was filled with parents and soccer players. I heard another couple talking about them asking “Why do they play on Sunday Morning!?”
“Tsk tsk… Remove the log from your own eye…”
Look at how good and proper I am and how slothful and blah blah blah that you are. I got up, got the family all dressed and cleaned up and went to church. We fought all the way to church about this or that but, this is important! We argued with the kids about why you will not sleep or play in church and we were there! We are raising our kids in a godly fashion! People saw us!
From there we sat through the bible study, made nice talk to the others and then sat through ninety minutes of being made to feel guilty for not giving enough money or for having sex the other night. See how proper we are?
For you non-Christians out there here is a fun fact. Did you know if you even think about hating someone it is equal to murder! Why would anyone want anything to do with that?
Sadly this represents many of the “saints” in today’s churches. Is it possible that those that chose not to attend are better off? What do they think that they are doing to their kids? Do they really think that when their kids leave home they will follow in their parent’s footsteps hating the battle that rages just to get into the building?
The hallmark of leadership is to lead by example. I do attend church but not every Sunday. If I don’t feel compelled to do something if asked, I tell them “no.” I will not give more money than I can possibly afford, as we are called to be good stewards of our resources and that starts with not becoming a burden to someone else or to the state.
It is not up to me to judge you or anyone else, that is above my pay grade.
I do not look down at those who are not compelled to attend church. I feel that the church has done a lousy job of marketing itself all through history.
“But TW, we need God, we need something, the world is going to hell! Why would you say all that stuff about murder and guilt?”
I said it because it is true. It is also true that if you understand the Gospel as I do, you know that God is about grace. We are not under the law. Those that think they are, wow, sorry about that. If you want to know more, ask me.
I have given this possibly too much thought. From the C-word to the N-word to people just hating on others through pseudonyms on social media. Have you ever noticed how brave or brazen people are when they can be anonymous?
Come say it to my face, and then let’s see how brave you are.
I have a prescription for the world, tell me what you think.
What the world needs is less Hollywood.
The world needs to find a way to fix the family unit.
The world needs more Beaver Cleaver and Andy Griffith.
The world needs more time on the front porch with friends, family and neighbors and much less screen time.
The world needs more Fried Chicken, Apple pie and lemonade with the family and yes the extended family.
The world needs to get back to its roots of common decency and respect.
The world needs more “Yes Sir’s and Yes Ma’am’s.”
The world needs more children with the familiarity of the taste of ivory soap.
The world needs a few more spankings, both as a reprimand and as foreplay.
The world needs to turn off the noise and dial back the hate.
The world needs the Gospel as meant, and not as used as a tool for the prosperity of some who pervert the text and preach bigotry from the pulpit, while thinking they need their own private jet to spread the word.
We have skype pastor, you don’t need your own jet.
The world needs preachers who understand that God knew everyone before they were born and he created them anyway.
The world needs preachers that understand God holds them to a higher standard and will judge them more harshly.
The world needs to leave the judging to God.
The world needs more Pollyanna’s and less Brian Williams’s.
The world needs more balance of love and disdain vs absolute hate.
The world needs us to dislike our own sins and leave other’s sins for them to deal with.
The world needs people to lead by example, it starts with me and you!
“TW, I have read some of your books, how can you juxtapose God and Jesus and girls getting spanked naked on Webcams?”
Where do you think little Christians come from?
We all have that demon inside us. We all fantasize a little, some of us more than others. Can you keep your demon in check, outside of your bedroom? God knew my heart before I was formed. He knows yours too, and here you are.
My demon might come out to play through my keyboard. My demon might speak to your demon and at the end of the day, they both can go back to their resting place until they come out to play once again.
I introduce the demon in Nudists of Shangri-la. I think that there is very little gospel in those two books but my memory is a fragile thing.
As always, thanks so much for reading my blog, my books, and my tweets. I would be very appreciative if you would take a moment to spread this to your friends and followers. Let’s see if we can #stopthehate and slow down the vitriol that seems to be poisoning us.
How many times have you spent an hour doing something that should take two minutes?
Hello my friends, how was your weekend?
Let me start by thanking the many of you who purchased my novels these last few days. I watch and notice and truly it means a lot when I see them going to places all over the globe. Thanks so much!
I am one of those who will provide feedback to other authors, a business of different kinds and eating establishments. Restaurants will get a sunshine letter or complaint letter faster than just about anyone else as what they do can make folks ill.
While we are being nudged as a society into self-service it is incumbent on those companies to have an intuitive kiosk, websites or any other method to complete the transaction period.
UPS has missed the mark in my humble opinion.
Many of you who follow me know that I am a bit of a nerd. I admit it, relish in it, and would not change a thing. I spend my days making people’s lives easier by constructing networks, designing systems that are idiot proof, and secure, as well as teaching and providing business continuity plans and of course disaster recovery strategies.
I have been at it since 1982. Long before Bill Gates was a household name and Steve jobs was still a criminal, I was twiddling bits. The OS was CPM or Basic and I remember DOS 1.1…
Moving business forward is often a painful exercise. We don’t want to be on the bleeding edge of anything. Let the idiots take the risks. We don’t want to be on the trailing edge either.
I do this by providing the truth in the way of facts and figures. Businessmen and women do not make decisions on emotions. If they do, don’t buy their stock as they will not be around long.
So why is UPS in my crosshairs tonight?
What does UPS have to do with nerdy things or technical things?
UPS, (in my opinion) your website sucks! That is an emotional statement, and a well earned one.
I am prepared to back that up with more than a simple disparaging comment.
Now and then I sell a thing or two on eBay. It is usually a way to let someone else have something that I have had for some time. Seldom do I make money or turn a profit. To me, it is more about something that I cherished and now I am done with it, so I let someone else admire it for a bit.
I screwed up when posting these collectibles on eBay and did not pay close enough attention when picking the shipping options and chose UPS instead of USPS.
The first item that sold took me over an hour to get the label to print, and I am not so sure that I did not get charged twice.
The website is not intuitive. You need to get someone who has not seen your site before and have them walk you through the steps that they need to ship an item and then build the backend around them, the customer. Do this with more than just a couple of users.
Linking it to eBay was easy enough to figure out but, still not intuitive enough.
Pulling up the customer information and the shipping information took several attempts to get it to work correctly, but…after an hour of stopping and trying again I managed to get a package to ship.
This effort took over an hour of my life, wasted, for an item that sold for $1.00 !
Today I sold another item, and it too was on UPS. Having set up my account, I was in hopes that this would work differently. I walked through all the steps in less than ten minutes, told it to print the label and the website spits back an error telling me that there was an error, try again later. FFS!
Starting back at the beginning several times I ended up at the same place with no option to print a label. I was advised that there was a tracking number but no option to print a shipping label.
Voiding the transaction seemed the logical thing to do and the only thing it appeared that I could do.
I tried to once again start from the beginning, and once again it told me the same information that there was a tracking number but no option to print a label.
Even though I voided the transaction, it was still not annulled.
I have a friend who works in the mail room. Rang them up and asked them what they thought of my predicament.
“I hate that fucking web site so much; I use Fed Ex whenever possible!”
I laughed my butt off! I ended up printing the address of where it will go, and I will now go and stand in the long line at the post office to mail a 3.50 cent sale, rather than waste another moment of my time on crappy websites that don’t work.
No matter the cost, the customer bought it in good faith, and I will get it to them even if I have to deliver it personally.
I will, however, be super careful about which shipping service I use in the future.
How is that for Feedback?
Bill Gates is who he is today because of “the intuitive GUI.” That and he royally screwed the inventor of DOS.
Steve stopped selling blue boxes out of his garage and made his fortune on an “Intuitive GUI” and a different more robust Motorola processor.” Had he priced his product cheaper, I dare say Bill would have been sucking hind tit.
Now, as a nerd, with over 30 years of experience, if you want to fix it…I charge $125 an hour and let me tell you, my time would be well worth it! I will negotiate if it is a long-term project.
Think Intuitive, and by all means test it with real people.
So the Satan worshipper cannot get the death penalty as he is too young and not responsible for his actions. 17, too young to be responsible… Do you all have a full appreciation of this? Now we have a number of 17-year-olds trying to affect gun legislation but they are not old enough to really know what they are doing…
I just found that odd and thought I would share it.
That is all…
Original post below…
I think outside the box. That is one reason that my novels are so entertaining.
Since Friday my thoughts have been with the families who lost loved ones. My thoughts have been with those that are still in Hospital hurting, wondering if they will ever be normal again.
My thoughts are also with those that have endured this PTSD causing event that will never be “OK” again. Realizing that Ok is a relative term, their lives have been indelibly altered.
The Satan worshiping animal in jail who stupidly gave up his Miranda rights just shows how much of a fool that he really is. I am sorry for his parents and family. Their lives too must be absolute hell. If this person gets the death penalty his parents will most certainly endure more hell and it is certainly not fair to them. It is my hope that this person understands how much pain he and his actions have caused those around him and of course the rest of the civilized world!
His family is most certainly asking themselves “what if?”
What if we did not do this or that?
Why did I have those guns?
Why were they not in a safe?
Why did we have the kid?
As some small amount of solace to his family had he not managed to get your guns he was actively working on making explosives. Now truthfully, he does not seem that bright so the odds are good he would have blown himself up trying to make a working device but… With all the information out there on the Internet and with the anarchist of the world, just a google search away he might have made something that worked. A working IED might have taken far more lives than it did.
We need to learn from this. Our goal should be to figure out what triggered him, what were the warning signs and where did he go off the rails. Worshipping Satan was probably a good first clue.
The ripple in the “pond” from this event goes far and wide. Many today and even now are troubled by these latest events. That creative spark which allows me to create realms with aliens has been subjugated by a more pressing, a more altruistic endeavor.
I have been thinking “What If?”
I have tweeted out an idea for a gun that is BTO or Biometrically Triggered Only. Maybe we should call it a BTG or Biometrically Triggered Gun or possibly BOG Biometrically operated Gun.
This is no longer in the realm of science fiction, which is what I write. This is doable.
Ruger or Smith & Wesson or Springfield thought outside the box? Can we make a gun that will operate with only fingerprints of the legal owner?
The answer is a resounding yes… “We have the technology, we can build it!”
Do you realize that if we could do this and I am certain that we can, the US could start the process of revolutionizing the world.? Countries like the UK could give their citizens their guns back so they could defend themselves.
Countries like Mexico could give their people their guns back so just possibly the citizens of that country could defend themselves from gangs. Could you imagine what it would be like if Mexico could defend itself against the cartels and Gangs? In 2017 26000 people were massacred and our MSM said little to nothing about it. Instead, we have an invasion on our southern border and we are putting a Band-Aid on a hemorrhage. The Wall is a 20 billion dollar Band-Aid!
Give the people the tools they need to take their country back from the gangs and corruption that most certainly is going on south of our border.
You will never get all the guns off the streets that were not BOG but, What if you stopped making the ammo for them and only made ammo to fit the BOG?
How long would it take to put a huge dent in the non-BOG’s supply of bullets?
I realize that those NRA enthusiasts will scream bloody murder, sorry!
If you have a better idea I am interested but I don’t hear one. I see one side trying to score political points blaming the Republicans and the NRA. They don’t give a damn about you or your problems. They have bodyguards and your issues are not theirs. They need issues which trigger emotional outburst so they can blame it on the other guy. I am telling you how politics work here so take it to the bank.
They tell you what is wrong with the world and who is to blame for it. That is how you win elections. In order to tell you what is wrong, something must be wrong. Shootings are a made to order disaster which they never let go to waste. Politicians suck! The MSM sucks right along with them as they are their propaganda machines.
We should demand that they all have term limits but that is another argument.
What if we created this technology and then replaced those guns of legal gun owners with BOGs. You have ten guns we give you ten BOGs. You want an AR style BOG you got it. When you die, it dies with you.
We have the technology to biometrically allow guns to be functional only in the hands of the legitimate owner. Apple already has developed the finger print technology so how about we use this technology and marry it to guns. Your handprint becomes the key to take the safety off.
If I purchase a gun, it is assigned to my handprint. Only I can make the damned thing work. When I die, the gun dies. No resale value, no loopholes, nothing. They can bury it with me or melt it down as it has no value to anyone but me.
Gun shows could be free of rules as there would be no bullets for them.
To qualify for this BOG, of course, you pass background checks and what have you so the guns cannot any longer be used in the hands of cray cray’s!
Cool idea isn’t it?
What say you down under, would you allow such a program in your country? Would you allow your citizens of good moral character to own such a gun?
How about the UK, never mind asking that mayor in London, ask someone with who gives a shit for the rule of law. This mayor just told the people of London that terrorist attacks are a way of life, get used to it!” FFS! Do you want that in this country? We need the 2cnd Amendment we just need guns out of the hands of mental midgets or animals.
The first gun manufacturer to come out with this will be one rich company.
I have given so many ideas away in the past, some of them to Apple who I am certain some employee said it was theirs. I am a starving artist and author but …if you use this idea and it all works out, how about remembering where it came from?
Do you know, I have sent ideas in the past to GE, Apple, Novell, Cisco, RCA..oh yes and Sony. In almost every case they told me that they were already working on something like that… Yeah sure. Months to years later there it was. Well, I got what I needed.
Listen, the world needs a solution and I don’t have a million dollars to spend on attorneys to secure a patent.
While I am certainly bright enough to make a prototype, I don’t have the dollars or time to devote to it. Time being the main issue as this is needed yesterday!
Can you imagine the applications for the military alone? The guy gets killed or loses his gun and it is of no use to the bad guy.
Do you know that if you file a patent here in the US is cost 10 to 15 thousand for just the US. Then it is over $3,000 for every other country in the world. There are a lot of them.
It is amazing that new technology is ever let loose by the little guy as it is cost prohibitive.
In summary…Invent the damned BOG… Should not take long, not rocket science.
Do away with all current sizes of ammunition which would effectively stop the gun trade and illegal possession of guns.
Look for and arrest anyone trafficking in black market ammo. This market will go cray cray! The good news is lead is a lot harder to smuggle then meth.
Create a substitute gun (BOG) for those that are of a good moral character and provide them free of charge.
Would not need a gun buy back as the ammo would become scarce and over time disappear.
You could certainly offer a buyback program however… Cash for clunkers II. Instead of cars, it is guns. I bet the liberals would fund it for you rather quickly!
If the gun makers are averse to this idea get me a bloody grant and I will do it! I will stop my normal routines and create the BOG! BOG for the Swamp, I like it!
Trust me, I can do this so I know it should not be a stretch for Gun Makers and companies like Apple to work together on a project that would save lots of lives.
If you just hate this idea save your vitriolic email. I don’t need it, and I can ignore it with the best of them.
If you love it, go invent the damned thing and be rich!
If you have ties to the political swamp creatures who control the purse strings and can convince them that this would solve the issues, get me a grant!
I need enough for lawyers which is just crazy. I can put together a business plan on request and come up with a non-DC related budget. It would be over a million dollars for the prototype which is nothing for DC. For Ruger, it might be an issue. Hell Ruger, you go get the grant!
I would bet that I could have a prototype in less than a year!
Now until I hear from someone, I am going back to outer space, there is a war going on between the Ularins and the Zenites.
All kidding aside this would work.
People would hate it because they would feel threatened but, I am here to tell you it has to be sold properly and for that, you need a good PR firm.
I am not talking about violating the second amendment. I am talking about saving lives and getting illegal guns off the streets.
If you follow this blog or my tweets or even heaven forbid, read any of my novels you will quickly discern that I care about people. I may not like some of them from time to time, but I certainly do love them.
What does that look like?
Sitting in a restaurant the other night the waitress was downtrodden. It was evident that she did not want to be there. I watched her interact with customers. In some ways, they mirrored what she was putting out. Much like the sun reflects warm energy off of most surfaces her macabre energy if you will, was affecting those around her.
Moods are catchy!
The hostess sat us in her section, and I just about read her mind. “Great, more people to serve.”
Pasting on her smile, she put the menu in front of me and began her programmatic spiel.
“Can I get you something to drink while you look at the menu?”
I took a deep breath trying to negate her negative energy and launched into my “spiel.”
“Hey, how are you doing tonight?”
I broke the program, she was expecting me to say water or tea or something along those lines.
“Tired, been a long day.” She replied.
“That is a pretty necklace you have, is it special?”
“Yeah kind of, my mom gave it to me.”
“You are a lucky girl to have a mother with such good taste!”
A smile breached her face as her mind drifted back to some event where she received the neckless. I swear I could just about see her receiving it from her mother.
“I guess I am,” she said.
“You work here, tell me, what is the chef good at making, or what do you like to eat here?”
Seeking her opinion is empowering her. She now feels that she has something to contribute which indeed she does.
Her mind changed gears once again as she thought about the things that she has served all day and who the chef was and what sounded “yummy” to her.
Thoughtfully she responded with something that she liked. I smiled at her and told her that sounded good. I then asked her what her name was.
I will use the name Monica which was not her name but for this blog, just in case she sees it, I would not want to embarrass her.
“That is a lovely name, your mother not only has good taste in jewelry but, in picking names.”
Her face had warmed with my few moments of “loving her.”
Using her name when in communication with her the rest of the evening “re-humanized” her.
We are not our jobs.
I don’t care what your vocation happens to be, you are no better or no more dishonorable than anyone else according to yours or their profession. The minute that you think that specific jobs or tasks are beneath you, the slippery slope of humanity vs. humility will elude you.
We can dehumanize someone by what we say, do or how we act. Someone needs to do these jobs. Before some tech firm develops a robot for this job or that which is genuinely dehumanizing just maybe we should look at any job as an opportunity instead of some menial task that somehow defines us.
I worked at the Texas Medical Center for fifteen years. I am here to tell you that most doctors would not agree with what I am saying. It is their loss and short-sightedness too. In most of their eyes, much like some lawyers, they are the top dog, crème of the crop better than anyone else even those folks in Hollywood.
We see it all the time. We see it in Hollywood in spades. Those that give themselves awards for how great they are! Indeed those folks are missing the boat. What a hollow life it must be.
There is this story about Barbara Streisand. It has been reported that she will not allow her “servants” to look her in the face. I pray that story is false however I have heard it many times from many different sources.
Folks, I make a point to speak with the people who collect the refuse from our homes, or at the office. I make it a point to know their names and use them when I see them. What they do for a living does not define who they are.
I am not telling you this for you to think better of me, I am mentioning this to you as I like to lead by example. Since you do not know me, other than from my musings or my writings I must write about it to pass it on.
I have followed the shooting in Santa Fe Texas. They have not released much but the stories told by the victims are telling.
This person who killed those that he did not like had low self-esteem. Was he bullied by his peers? Was he slow or awkward? Was he fat or smelly? What was it about him that made him unappealing to those who he hated?
The full story may never be known.
When you toss a pebble in a pond, the energy from that action ripples out to the edges of that pond. The small waves might have some effect on the shoreline of that pond.
When an event like the mass shootings occurs, those events send out waves into the world.
The person who shot up the church on the East coast did so to provoke a race war. Those in that church realized that not all white people wish harm to black folks and his plan was foiled by logic and love.
His actions did, however, spark a rebellion against the Rebel Flag. Some could argue that it started the uprising against the statues and shamefully history.
We still don’t know why the person in Las Vegas killed so many at that concert. The waves are still being felt, as many are practicing Knee Jerk reactions including sparking the gun control debate.
The reasons for the delay in the information release I am sure has to do with litigious actions by so many who were affected.
In order to mitigate their losses somehow, they are sequestering the facts of this case.
The Florida shooting has many young people taking guidance from those with an agenda to push for gun control instead of addressing the failures of the system. Florida of all of these unfortunate events should have never ever happened! There were way too many red flags and yet they were all ignored.
While it is easy to blame the NRA and of course the Republicans, that is a lie and a fallacy and will get us nowhere. Should those 17 lost lives be used for political gains? The liberal media is ok with it.
Root Cause Analysis
In my line of work, I perform a root cause analysis when something goes awry. I am like the forensic data miner who unravels the bits and bytes to see why something failed. My expertise in this area includes the sum total of over 30 years of twiddling bits.
Providing companies with things like business continuity plans to disaster recovery plans I also provide security plans right down to the physical security.
It becomes incumbent on us to unravel the events to see where things went wrong. To point fingers at one group or another instead of the facts is disingenuous at best and loathsome at its core.
The Florida debacle is still a debacle because those in charge will not accept accountability for their failures. They would rather let the emotional kids disrespect a sitting president and aim their vitriol toward the NRA instead of focusing on the failures of those who were paid for and expected to protect them. In short, they are diverting your attention away from them to the NRA.
When you fail to acknowledge where the actual failure was or is, nothing will be accomplished.
It is easy to blame a “target” like the NRA or the president because CNN and others are willing accomplices to the lies. Our own local paper after the truth came out of the shooting in Texas lied about the weapons used calling them “AR Style” guns.
It was a shotgun and a 38 revolver. Why would they knowingly lie?
AR or assault rifle is a deliberate term to trigger an emotional response. They too are part of the problem and not the solution. It is yellow journalism and a sad day for this country when the media is complicit and part of the problem.
A root cause analysis must be performed in every such event with the chips falling where they may. The truth must be discovered, or we learn nothing and those that died, did so in vain.
I am confident that there must have been red flags but what were they?
We must learn from this as that is the only way we can prevent it in the future.
Love must triumph over evil.
I get e-mails from time to time asking me about the blogs vs. my writings or novels.
“It appears that you are a church going person, how can you write novels with sex and lesbian stuff and spanking in them?”
The short answer is that I am human, like you. I have my public face, my private face, and sometimes bedroom eyes. That makes me normal.
Sexuality is part and parcel of who we are. Without it, I dare say we would not exist.
I find nothing wrong with foreplay among consenting adults and I certainly will not stand in judgment of those of the same sex who love one another.
I will stand up to bullies of any kind, and that includes lesbians or others who use their sexuality as a weapon.
Labels are ugly things that we all should rail against.
What people do in the privacy of their own home is their business. I have many friends who are gay and I love them unconditionally. I have many friends who are straight and the same applies. Judging you or them is way above my pay grade.
I have stated in many of my novels that God is outside of time and space. Omnipresent means that he sees the beginning and end in one instant. That means my dear friends that he knew you before you were born. He knew what you were going to do and allowed you to form and be born.
Is that a guarantee that we will all be in heaven together when this is over?
Are you responsible for me or someone else’s actions?
I love that scripture regarding the chip on their shoulder and the log, on yours.
Don’t throw stones in a glass house…
Bottom line, don’t judge anyone else, just worry about your own actions and let God sort out the rest of it.
I am currently working on re-editing the Hole in Time series and in some cases working on the cover art. So many have commented on them over the many months and I listened. That series was designed to be a lunchtime read.
Going back into the text I have found a few bloopers that I have addressed and will continue during the weeks ahead. Most of them are a free read on Amazon Kindle Unlimited.
Strolling the halls of a nursing home always seems to rattle my soul a little. You see the body, the machine of what was once a vivacious individual, sitting in a wheelchair parked in the shadows of society.
The Sunday visitors come and go with the children tugging at their mother skirt, “can we go eat now?”
How awful that must feel to the person relegated to such a place.
In many of my novels, I bring up the simple act of hugging someone. When we embrace another individual do we do it to be polite or because it is expected? There is, of course, the polite hug and the real hug.
When we visit a relative in the “home,” do we do it because it is expected or because we care about that person? Why are you going there?
Have you written anything down about your end of life expectations?
Do you envision living out your days in your home?
When we come into the world, we come in with nothing. We pee and poop ourselves and depend upon the benevolence of others to care for us until we can do for ourselves. We depend upon them for food, protection from the elements and some semblance of life.
During our years as adults, we pay it forward. We do for others and hope that those that witness our efforts understand that is what we expect. Do they? Is that why we do it?
Visiting a friend not terribly long ago she pointed out a man who was visibly upset. She told me the story of how his family invited him out to lunch, drove him to this place and put him there against his will. His house, cars, and finances were now in the care of his kids.
I visited with him to try and calm him. He told me of the deceit, the obfuscation of facts disclosed to the administrators of this place. Perfectly lucid and aware of his surroundings and the predicament was upsetting to him. It was distressing to me as well.
The last few years I have been involved with the care of an aging friend. In and out of hospitals and rehab facilities I had plenty of opportunities to see what we do with misfits. I don’t use that word in a pejorative manner I am trying to make a point.
When do we lose control of our rights and become a misfit?
There is this horrible story which is true where the state assigns a guardian to older folks. Usually, this is a friend of the judge or court who becomes tasks with taking care of older people.
It works something like this. Somehow, some way you are discovered and show up on someone’s radar.
I feel like these places that are sold to “mature adults” with activities and such are probably good hunting grounds for these predators.
Some judge signs some paperwork, and there is a knock at your door.
The Guardian appears, introduces themselves and then shows you the paperwork. He or she then gives you thirty minutes to pack some clothes and so forth where they then whisk you away to one of these facilities where you are locked up. They will call it a new residence, but it is a cell without bars.
The Guardian then returns to forage through your home looking for paperwork to take over your life. He or she then turns all of your stuff into liquid assets through estate sales and so on. Once your entire life’s collection or residual is in the bank, this guardian then writes themselves checks against your trust every time that they do anything on your behalf. That could be arguing with your relatives or talking with your caregivers at the facility. The Guardian acquires a few of these cases and might visit ten or fifteen of them in one day writing him or herself a check for $500 for each person visited all in the same facility.
The families are hamstrung as undoing this appointment of a guardian is a long and protracted legal mess which will cost the family tons of money. The Guardian pays for his or her legal expenses out of your parents or whoever’s estate.
In some cases, it is the very children who do it to their parents. As it was with this man I spoke with. How awful that must have been for him.
It is one thing to be kidnapped by the judicial system but quite another to be hoodwinked by your own kids.
Some of those that you see in the halls are apparently not there. The brain is gone. The hollow eyes and vapid stares are only a ghost of what once was.
Dementia is a cruel thing as it can remove the filters that we once had which made us the person who the world knew. Suddenly we can become nasty using our words to hurt those that are trying to make our final days tolerable.
Walking the halls week after week the names on the doors change, as another ghost now occupies the rooms of the “home.”
You see them, laying there with the TV blaring either some talk show, game show or Joy Behar spewing out her hateful Anti-Trump venom. What must go through their minds as the poison from the idiot box continues to insult their intelligence!
I watched one man curse the TV as George Stephanopoulos tried to tell a story out of context to sway the emotions of his audience. The old guy knew he was not telling the whole story as he seldom does and called him on it.
Why was that man in there I thought?
Clearly, his intelligence and awareness were there. Have you ever gone in and sat and talked with them?
I have. The invectives against those that put them there are on the surface with many of them.
Apparently, they know that this is their last stop. They know the next time their body leaves that place will be a one-way ride to the funeral home or the crematorium. Is that all we are?
When would you invite the sting of death into your life?
What would it take to just lie down and give up?
Have you ever looked closely into that mirror and seen your ghost?
Are you satisfied with your life? Have you run a good race?
What does your race look like? When will it be done? Is there a finish line?
Do you have a bucket list?
Are you living your life or are you drifting along with the currents without a rudder?
There are times that I feel like Don Quixote. Are there windmills that need tilting at or do we just sit down and shut up?
I feel for this generation growing up today as they have been cheated in their education. I have hired many who were only good on paper and not in practice. I knew it when I hired them, but their work ethic is why I hired them. Not for their pedigree. Anyone who would vote for a socialist clearly did not pay attention in school.
There are lies out there being perpetrated on the youth today, and they are working. White men are all of the sudden feeling guilty for being white and a male. This is an idea pushed by vile racists bigots. It is wrong on so many levels of wrong, but some of our youth are too dense to see it.
The blank stares looking back at you as you walk by them, the spark is there in some of them. I know because I tell them each hello and ask them how they are doing… Some look at you with a blank stare and some are somewhat lugubrious about their predicament, but they are there and able to carry on a conversation. They are in the here and now. Some have accepted it and make the best of it. Some smile and genuinely appreciate not being treated like the walking dead.
I wonder about the people that work in those places. They live their days around those that are affected in some way, and of course, those that are mentally dead but their bodies are still living.
There is an old axiom I will share with you, and it is germane for this blog.
Once a man twice a child.
Man of course in the generic sense. One an adult twice a child might be more salient.
Where are you right now in your life?
Have you set goals and are you reaching them?
Are you preparing for your retirement?
Do you have plans for those “golden years?”
A tip from me to you, live every day like it is the last. Don’t waste a minute of life on things that you cannot change. Laugh often! Keep toxicity out of your life. That includes toxic people.
Spend time with your parents or grandparents. If they have passed, go and spend some time with those in a nursing home. The administrators can point you to those that would appreciate your visit. Pay it forward.
If you are an author like me you never know where your next story idea might come from. This is not my motivation to visit with them but I do listen just the same.
Much love my friends! Thanks for the follows, and comments.
I just have to gush over my own books. Yes, I really do as this one was so much fun to create. I take two parallel stories and meld them together on a crash course.
When you read the paragraphs, you will feel like you are the characters. Isn’t that the hallmark a good book?
When I was much younger sitting in the theater, I can remember the anxiety I had as the electric blanket was placed on the ice covering the monster entombed within. Had I not been in the theater I would have screamed at them to not put an electric blanket on ice!
When War of the Worlds was released, and we watched it again on the big screen how scary was that? As the Martian craft systematically exterminated people, I remember my anxiety as the two love interests are flying just above the tree line to escape the Martians. The subsequent crash and then the lady scared out of her wits is trying to take care of the newest man in her life.
When you read a book, it should be better than that.
Reading the words as the writer wrote them you become that character. You are inside their head and feel what they are feeling. When they are thousands of feet under the water in the submersible that is not tested to that depth you can hear the thing creaking as the pressure builds on the tiny craft.
You know that in an instance you could be crushed like a bug on the windshield and it causes you some minor anxiety.
Yeah for the writer and yeah for you!
In one of my other novels “Cyber Subs,” you become the girlfriend who is watching her best friend get on webcam slowly removing her clothes teasing the folks paying her to strip. You are just a few feet away, observing the action as something about it excites you. That feeling inside you that you are all too familiar with is there in an instant as you get up and cross over across the room and join her in front of the webcam. Wearing just a diaphanous gown suddenly it is you in front of hundreds of strangers expecting you to remove your clothing.
What do you do? Are you scared? Are you anxious? Are you turned on? Are you “misty?”
When I write it is the strangest thing, it is me in each and every character. I channel them as it were. Their dialect, their build and so on for the moment I am them. I desire to put enough of them into those words that you too can be them.
This last novel, Kitties Titties, and Winks is about as erotic as it gets with me. I don’t do sleaze as that is not who I am. I read EL James’s novels, and I knew that I could do better. The e-mails thus far are not from my regular readers, but they mostly say the same things so, let’s hope that the trend continues.
With Thirty novels out there written by yours truly, you should find something that interests you. Do not forget that Nudist of Shangri-La was inspired by you my readers, so I do listen to you. Do you have an idea of something you would read?
Let’s have it.
I am taking a little bit of time away from writing to market my current novels and build my brand. It is during this time that I am open to suggestions.
Email me at WWW.Authortwscott.com Check out the website and click on the contact page.
I hope that you all have a wonderful weekend and thanks so much for taking time out of your day to allow me to be some small part of it.
I like to give back to you my readers and followers, and I desire to do so through this blog and by placing my novels out there inexpensively enough that anyone should not have trouble getting them.
If you take the time to let me know what you think of them, I do appreciate that. I get all sorts of e-mails with page numbers and such that I should look at this miss spelling or that one. Don’t get me wrong on this I do appreciate them. I make notes and then go back and fix them as time permits.
A different take on the events through the lens of a creative author.
If Roswell in 1947 was a real event what would it look like today?
If you discovered an alien spacecraft that reacted to your commands what would you do?
Elliot grew up in New Mexico raised by his aunt and her husband. His parents mysteriously disappeared on their ranch around an outcropping in an obscure area of their ranch. First, his father went missing. Much later his mother also went missing in the same area.
Moving to California after college Elliot secures a job with a large tech firm Ohmicron. Developing his own inventions while being the fair-haired boy, Elliot has a moral compass that is not in line with the company.
Providing him an assistant who was primarily to spy on him goes awry when his assistant falls in love with him. Elliot a bit of a risk taker learned to rock climb back in New Mexico. When his friend Greg was too busy to accompany him, Susan his assistant decides she must learn enough about it so she can get Elliot to notice her.
Secretly taking classes with her friends, she learns just enough to invite herself along.
Romance blossoms when Elliot shows Susan his love of rock climbing. Some of those were even too much for her as she slips and lands on her bottom near a dry creek bed.
Allowing her time to pull herself together Elliot coils the ropes and gets the gear ready to make another ascent when everything changes. Watching a lizard escape the heat scurrying under a crevasse in the rocks, Elliot assumes that there must be a small place or opening.
Dislodging some small pebbles in that same direction of the lizard’s den, while wrapping up the rest of the gear, Elliot hears a mysterious metallic clunk from far below them. Susan also heard it as she was now no longer thinking of her fall.
What they were both unaware of is how that “clunk” would change their entire lives. They also had no idea of how that discovery would affect the lives of every human on earth and some races who were in another galaxy.
Under Roswell was inspired by the early termination of Stargate Universe. Never trying my hand at writing I was always one to be entertained, never the entertainer. When the writers were struggling toward the end of the show with the droid robots from hell, the writing was on the wall.
I was not surprised when the show unceremoniously ended.
Not ready to let them be stranded between galaxies with an uncertain fate on a lark I tried my hand at fan fiction.
Two hours into the project I came to the conclusion that I could tell a story.
Trying my hand at many different genres, from Science Fiction to romances of various kinds, it has been a fun ride. Yes, I have even written a few slightly tawdry novels including some same-sex love.
Some of the e-mails ask why I tried the LGBT stuff. “Why not?”
Other than some minor plumbing differences, we are all the same. It is my goal to unite us as a people instead of following in the footsteps of the media and others that would seek to destroy us through bigotry and yes ignorance.
In some of my novels, I address things like labels and using sexuality as a weapon and yes being a bully.
Under Roswell is a science fiction that is actually YA. Taking some of my characters through Russia while taking others into other galaxies is just part of the fun. You too can ride along as our heroes save the earth from inevitable destruction.
Thanks for following me and reading along as I take you on a journey with me through the trials and tribulations of being an author.
I have heard it said that a messy desk is the sign of a busy person. Can you see the top of your desk? How about the bookshelves? Are they neat or cluttered?
I am not throwing rocks in this glass house, my desk frequently resembles the aftermath of a strong storm. Tonight I went about cleaning my office, and of course, I was sidetracked by all sorts of things including the cat.
Recently my closest friend passed. This is has been a challenging time for me. One by one I have buried my friends. This puts a whole new vision on life. What is essential and what is not?
With each friend that passes I “inherit” some mementos of them, from a watch to jewelry to something that adorns my “space.”
Are these trinkets a good idea?
My mother passed eleven years ago last Easter, and I have still not deleted her e-mail or phone number. Is it because we cannot face the truth of it or is it some small way that we hold onto them?
I did that Ancestry DNA thing as I thought some stories might come up that I could use as fodder for a novel.
Well, let me tell you that is an understatement!
While my friends and family pass away, I learned today that I have family that I was unaware that I have!
Is the DNA thing conclusive proof positive?
I would like to think if they throw men or women in prison with DNA evidence, that there must be something to it.
If you found out that you had family that you never knew about, would you track them down?
The circumstances of this are phenomenal. I may have a sibling that I was unaware of!
Will this new information clutter my life?
Yes, I dare say it has. The thoughts of having a sibling have halted the creative process altogether. When something like this happens to you how do you cope?
How do you get back on track?
Truthfully it makes little difference who or what this person is. I don’t know them and until today never heard of them. Why does this entice me so?
I had to get away from the computer and stories revolving around in my head and go do something physical. I exercised…Yuck. I cleaned a few things out and dusted my office where I don’t allow the housekeeper in. I only briefly allow my “muse or mews” in to brighten each of our days a little, before I get back at it.
Tomorrow I must get back at decluttering my life, and that includes this possible sibling.
I am interested in your take on this. I have many reading my blog from all over the world. Your cultures are undoubtedly different from mine, how would you handle this news?
I picked up yet another follower from Russia today. Thanks for the follow, and welcome!
I knew several on a site called Wunderground. It is a weather site with its own e-mail. One photographer caught this stunning picture. I told her I liked it and asked her how she captured it.
She said, “Let me tell you a secret!”
Immediately I thought the words Russia and secret together in one sentence would trigger all sorts of artificial intelligence from both the USA and Russia.
No, she just told me that it was caused by a broken steam pipe and so the mist in the background was not naturally occurring. Still, my heart skipped a beat or two.
How silly is that?
Can you imagine the world our parents grew up in during the cold war?
We all basically want the same things, and I am convinced of that.
While the hierarchy of any government is an unknown quantity, I am confident that I could find common ground with just about anyone who was not so ideologically bound to one extreme or the other which I think most folks are not.
For those of you who recently followed me thanks so much and welcome!
I get so many people in different countries reading my books that is a genuine compliment, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Tell your friends and family about the books, the blog and of course follow me on twitter! I am working on figuring out Instagram, so maybe we will meet there one day as well!
Wow, Microsoft what the hell. I thank God this did not happen on my main computer.
I have an older computer that I use in a remote office. I had Office and essential apps but again nothing important that is not sitting on OneDrive.
I get this update notice to migrate to Windows 10…Hmmmm Ok, why not?
Why not indeed.
There is wisdom in this old axiom, “If it ain’t broke don’t fix it!”
Hit this beautiful little button, and off we go. After the update finishes, my computer ceases to boot normally. The screen is sized down, and it takes forever to just get to the login screen.
Once I log in I notice that I have no start button, cannot bring up task manager or access any apps.
“Great! It is not the computer or the software that troubles me as much as it is now my precious time that I must invest to fix this.”
There is no number to call them and say “WTF?”
Chat online… Ok, the browser kind of works let’s try that.
Hours later a support person gets on to fix it. From 55 ahead of me I finally get to the front of the line.
She “dials in” and starts the process. The screen goes black and flashes on occasion as I sit there waiting patiently for her to finish.
Without warning, she disconnects, the computer re-boots and never reboots.
I pull out a version of Windows 10 pro and work through a repair scenario. The computer will never get back to a place where it will boot.
Doing all the tricks that I know to do I make the decision to purchase another hard drive and re-install windows on the new drive.
The new install goes off without a hitch, Working with the “team at MS” I get my license for office and re-install it. “I wonder if they can fix it where my key that I just used I can keep as I had a valid key for this computer already?”
Once again in the cue and once again I get some dude who dials in and does stuff.
Hours later he disconnects, the computer reboots, and I assume all is well. I never get an e-mail telling me that I can now use my key and the computer is now unstable. Updates start to download and then the computer blue screens, collects information, sends it back to Mama Microsoft, and I am fit to be tied.
Now here is the conundrum. Do I re-install Windows 10 again, and office, and just hope that there are no bugs?
I must admit that tossing the thing into the trash has become a compelling thought as I waste my time on basic computer stuff. This should be a no brainer.
Having said all that I am wondering about you folks.
Is it just me or do you have Microsoft stories?
I would much rather be writing or marketing my novels then messing around with the BSD!
Hope that you had a great weekend and a beautiful week ahead.
How far could a white person get starting an organization just for white people?
You can’t do that!
Folks, if you follow me here, you know that I rail against political correctness. Why you ask?
Here in the US, we have this thing called the constitution. Some would love to chip away at it which those of us with a brain will fight tooth and nail against. Many countries don’t have such a luxury of freedom of speech. We do and you nutjobs are not taking it away!
Political Correctness is a way to do away with your free speech. Without changing the constitution you are being subjugated by bullies.
You are willingly giving up your god given right to speak your mind. Don’t do it!
So, here are my thoughts.
I am a white person. I make no apologies for my lineage, DNA, gender or sexual preference.
I have been maligned by some as I don’t take crap from folks. Life is too short.
Driving around today I heard an interview with a person referring to Girls in the Boy Scouts. The argument was vapid as was the person making it.
Some liberal-leaning person is pushing this agenda for reasons that I can only guess are to shake up everything that you think you know.
Turning everything upside down in the ordinary person’s world will take their attention away from the more significant clandestine activities that the MSM will not report on.
We are always bombarded with red herrings like girls in the boy scouts or boys in the girl’s showers. If they rile up the masses on “PC” issues than you will not be paying attention to the other skullduggery like the corrupt department of justice, or the top officials at the FBI breaking laws to undermine the president of the United States.
If you know anything about a magician, “magic” is almost always accomplished with a form of distraction. Those high up in the government learned this a long time ago.
Never watch the shiny object, look at the other hand.
The same is true regarding girls in the boy scouts. Unfortunately, they are destroying an organization which young men today genuinely need. With absent fathers, these young men need guidance from other Men that would be a mentor for them. Instead, this will work against the fabric of this country by destroying the young person’s ability to connect with men of good moral character.
The simple facts are that young people today who grow up in a dysfunctional family without both parents around look to older kids for mentoring. If these older kids who also grew up in this environment are not of good moral character your child is screwed. The child is left without too many options. Yes, the culture in Black neighborhoods is especially hard hit and that is a sad state of affairs.
The NAACP should fight this.
Where the hell are they?
While I would offer to you that is one more step in making boys less virile, I think it might blur the line a little where sexuality is concerned.
If there needs to be an organization where both sexes can play and learn together for god sake, don’t let it be the Boy or Girl Scouts. How about just Scouts of America.
This question really rises from the ooze of political correctness when one asks if there should be any organizations which are sacrosanct?
Either there is, or there is not. If there are not, I as a white person want to join the NAACP. White is a color, isn’t it? Has the NAACP lived past its usefulness? Has the BSA lived past its?
If you want to do away with racism how about leading the charge and do away with organizations that cater to one skin color or sex. If the NAACP is ok then, why not the NAAWP (National Association for the Advancement of White People.)
Who would stop me, or you?
Do you realize that many folks of color who read this will immediately dredge up visions of white men with white sheets and burning crosses? How sad is that? The KKK was a Democrat formed entity BTW.
The NAACP was created in 1909. Do we still need it? We had a black president what else do we need? How about the Black Caucus, what if we had a White Caucus? Do you see the problem here? Do you see the huge double standard? Fix it!
White people are being silenced by racism through the PC culture. Screw that!
It would seem to me that one way to defeat racism or prejudice would be to do away with all such groups who are not inclusive of all people.
I just wonder what the backlash would be if I started the NAAWP? The PC police would brand me as a heretic or a racist or both. Neither is true, but the loudest voice would be that of the NAACP and Al Sharpton or Van Jones the communist.
CNN would have something to talk about other than Russia! At least that would be refreshing.
The double standard is glaringly blinding. With left-leaning groups destroying the fabric of the BSA I hesitate to think of what the unintended consequences will be. Maybe the girls can get the boys to play Barbie or Dress up with them? I fear this will lead to yet more PC Pussyfication of the men in this country.
Boys need BB Guns.
Boys need Dogs.
Boys need to learn to work out their differences with others without mommy around.
Boys need to fish and hunt and yes know how to carve with a real knife.
Boys need to rebuild some old beater with Dad assisting them instead of getting a brand new car when they turn 18.
Boys need a job so they can have pride in what they buy vs expecting mommy or daddy to provide.
Boys need to take chances and learn from their mistakes.
Boys need to do manly things before the PC police tell them that we don’t keep score.
Boys need to feel the satisfaction of victory or learn from the sting of defeat.
Ladies, if this is your doing you are messing up.
I will undoubtedly get some pushback on this blog, and that is ok. If they are fair-minded they will know what I am saying is fact.
If not, I can ignore with the best of them.
I just don’t know what is happening to men in this country. Is this that way where you live? Are men still men, or are they only heroes on the weekend in front of the telly?
Girls do not belong in the BSA.
Boys do not belong in the girl’s shower.
Boys do not belong in the Girls Scouts.
If you are not sure of your gender, take a look inside your underpants.
After you get out of schools where young people of both sexes are, and you are still not sure then, by all means, go have a sit down with a professional.
Don’t you even dare think that I am some sort of anti-gay person either?
If you have any doubts, read some of my novels, that will quickly dispel your preconceived ideas.
I have known too many young people who were experimenting, or confused, but after college decided that their birth sex was what they were. It was almost as if it were cool to be gay. Today I am a girl and tomorrow I am a boy.
C’mon let’s not go there.
Experiment away from your peers. We don’t need a lot of children with some PTSD from seeing a well hung young man showering or dressing with them.
What I am espousing is common sense, and this blog is a starting place for conversation and or debate.
Keep it civil, and we can chat.
Ok, I have other things to do so off with you!
Thanks for reading and following me.
Have a great Friday and super weekend, and by all means, take some time to brighten up the day of someone else.
I find that serving others helps me stay grounded in who and what I am.
Is the week half over or do you still have time to do something wonderful?
For many of you, Wednesday is a milestone. To some, it is known as hump day meaning we are on the downhill slide to the weekend.
A little different perspective might be, what did I do on Tuesday? Did I spend every minute the best way that I could? The week is half over, what have I got to do before the weekend? What will the weekend bring?
Some of you just let life happen, and others make it happen.
Which one are you?
I don’t think that there is a right or wrong answer, but there should be. I am a control freak. I admit it! Very seldom do I throw caution to the wind and just wing it. Even on those ubiquitous road trips, I have some method to my madness.
Each day will never repeat itself. Break that down into hours, minutes and then seconds. They will never happen again. Are you spending them wisely?
My mornings consist of a hot beverage and some quiet time outside. I like to be alone with my thoughts as I think about the night and any dreams that I can recall. Not far from my back porch there are tall trees that crows often play in. I find something soothing in the call of the crow. When I was a child, we lived close to a schoolyard, and I loved to hear the sounds of children playing. To me, the crows remind me of children as they too seem to play games with one another.
I love the feel of the soft breezes on my skin and the warm morning sun as it greets me or me it.
These few moments sets the tone of the day for me. Often I will do this out of the shower allowing the air to dry what water is left on me. The scents and sights of the flowers from the garden delight me as I take them in. I live in the moment. What about you? What is your morning like? Is it hectic? Are you an exercise person who maybe spends time on a treadmill or stair stepper.
When the weather warms up, I swim in the mornings for about thirty minutes or so and then sit there with my hot drink of choice. If I am home that day, I might even add a little libation of some sort to it.
Life is short, and you must make time for yourself.
The world looks at you and me as taxpayers. That is sad but true. They want you to produce offspring so there will be more taxpayers. The rich or elite live off of your backs and mine.
What drives the wealthy to make more money also drives them into an early grave. Stress kills. Can you live with just enough to be happy?
When life kicks you a little, kick back and pick up a book.
In many of my novels, I take you to such serene places like the ocean or plush fields with flowers and different birds calling out to you. Some of them have magic to entertain you, and others have a romance of various kinds to allow you to live vicariously through one or more of my characters.
Whatever you do this Wednesday keep it real. Enjoy the day as it will not repeat itself. Make a memory that will last. Make this day and every day unique in some way. When people tell me that the days of the week run together, I ask them to slow down.
We need to smell the roses which is a metaphor for living in the moment. Stop for just a minute and take a breath and realize that what you offer to your employer is your life force. Each and every heartbeat is what you are selling. Your time is your stock in trade. Try to enjoy what you do and make it special.
I get so many kind e-mails from followers and twitter people and yes from those that read my novels. It is heartening to know that what I do makes someone’s life a little more pleasant.
As I make it through another day, I will be thinking of you. I try to put myself in your place. What would you like to read? What story would you love to hear? What would make your life a little more pleasant?
Can I weave those words or thoughts into some sort of a cogent tapestry that will accomplish those tasks? Input from you will make the mission easier.
Talk with me. I don’t bite, well I nibble, but I don’t bite hard. What is on your mind? As I wait for the ideas to convalesce into some actionable sequence of events to put into words, is there anything that would excite you?
There is power in the pen or the keyboard in this case. What shall we create?
Do you need a map or is your compass all you need?
I love road trips. I don’t know about you, but with me, I am never in a hurry. Hurry equals anxiety which I don’t need. What does a road trip look like for you?
I have a rough idea of where I need to end up around dark thirty. I don’t like driving at night, so I try to be situated in the vicinity of where I will spend the night before evening tea.
The road less traveled generally interests me as that is where you will find the small shops that time has almost forgotten. Since the box stores had all but killed the mom and pop shops, I look for them when I travel. Once there you will usually find “Mom and Pop!”
Those brave souls that dare to fight the box stores or the mega marts are a dying breed. I search them out and try hard to purchase something from them. Yes, it is usually overpriced, and of course, if it is food, it is probably not as fresh as I could get off the main drag. Still, the moms and pops have a story to tell.
Usually, if you are at a mega-mart, you will not find the stories there as their bosses will not be happy if they take a moment to chat. I do chat. I will learn their name, and try to learn something about them. Before I go, it is my goal to leave them with a smile.
Those that might be with me are amazed at how those people’s demeanor change when I am working magic on them. It is my magic, and no it is not witchcraft. I like names. I try to put a personality with a name, and I can only do that if I engage them. You have no doubt been somewhere in some line and the person checking folks out is surly or truculent while watching the clock until their break or time to go home. Folks that is depressing.
Those folks I try a little harder to leave a smile on them. Smiles are contagious you see. If I can get him or her to smile the next person in line might catch their smile and just maybe it will find its way to others who need one.
When you toss a pebble in a pond of water, the waves radiate away from it until the energy from the stone has dissipated entirely. If you can make an impact on the person behind the counter just how many others will see that impact and they themselves might be impacted?
That is the brilliance of comedians. Bob Hope, one of the all-time greats, sacrificed much of his life touring with the USO bringing joy and happiness to soldiers who were often in harm’s way or in grim situations. Before comedians became activist, they were delightful to watch. Now they spread hate and discontent. The road we are on often has a fork.
Just like a smile is contagious so is hate. During the Christmas season when things are crazy how many times have you seen shoppers take out their frustrations on the person behind the counter?
That too gets passed down the line.
The twists and turns in life often take us by surprise, and that is ok. It is how we handle those revelations which define our character or who we are.
Yes, the long and winding road is a metaphor for life, and sometimes we need a GPS. “Make a legal U-turn when possible!”
What does it take for you to realize that the path your on is not the right one?
My life often is fraught with “recalculating.”
As an author, our lives are different than most. We spend a lot of time alone with our thoughts. If we are inspired at three in the morning, we get up and write. A fun story for us may not be a best seller. Just maybe people don’t really want to read about the things that delight us. “Veer right in 100 yards.”
Authors must be marketing gurus if they don’t have an agent. Even if they do have one, who is your agent? Do they know what they are talking about?
My novels are selling worldwide, and that makes me happy. I still have a day job because the royalty payments are just like those few good shots in golf that keep you coming back for more frustration.
Robyn Williams did a brilliant skit on golf which I still remember. The truth is you get a few good shots that keep you coming back to the course to do it again and again. Why do it? • I enjoy the outing. • I enjoy the fresh air and comradery with friends and business associates. • More business is transacted on the golf course than the boardroom. • Writing is that way too, I enjoy what I do. • I enjoy telling a story. • I love reading what I wrote and making it better. • I love the art of marketing what I write. What do I need to say about this story that willhave people willing to download it?
Price is a small factor in the general scheme of things.
When the next release of 50 shades or Harry Potter were released, people did not care that it was $15, or whatever the price was. They had to know what happened next!
My Hole In time series was like that on Kindle Unlimited. Free with Prime and people read it and seemed to enjoy it. Would they have read it if it were not free?
Until I hit that magical place where the GPS tells me that I have reached my destination, I will continue to plug away. Thankfully I love what I write so at least one person will be thrilled when the next book is finished. What about you? Where are you headed? Where does your road lead? Are you happy with your life? Are you an aspiring writer or artist? Perhaps you are a musician. What in your life makes you look forward to tomorrow?
I invite you to saddle up and ride with me as I travel the road less traveled. I might in fact cut across an open prairie, find a comfortable place and camp out under the stars.
Our ancestors did this, can you?
When I think of what their life was like without a smartphone or phone for that matter. To be isolated on a thousand acres of land where a trip to the store was an all-day affair. Can you imagine?
What if families actually talked with one another without the aid of facebook or SMS?
Yes, it is that easy to take a trip to another galaxy and never leave your comfy reading place!
I love Norah Jones, well I love her music… I have no idea what kind of person she is but if her music is any indication of her soul, I would love to know her.
I was thinking of this as I was working on a new novel this evening.
While music resonates with my soul and who I am, my words, thoughts, and imagery are what I offer to you the reader.
As I take you on that mountaintop in Under Roswell or that fantasy in deep space or under the ocean, I invite you to come away with me.
Together we shall travel the depths of the oceans or the skies miles above them. We can learn some secrets of the universe or what lies beneath the sea in Ghost Signal from Colorado Springs.
So come away with me through these novels that I have created.
I try not to let the news of the day affect me or my creative style, but it often does. I see it time and time again as I witness the sheer lunacy of those in charge and the crazies out there rebelling in destructive ways. Movies and novels are a form of escapism, so I offer you a pathway out of the trials and tribulation of life or your particular rut. Come away with me through my words as we travel together saving a race of beings from their short-sightedness. Might we learn something from them that we can use in our world? Come away, and let’s find out!
I received an e-mail asking me if I really meant it when I signed my writings with “Much Love?”
“Of course I do!”
The followers here on WordPress and of course twitter and most importantly the base of readers building worldwide… They have come away with me. What about you?
Out of thirty novels, certainly, you can find one that interests you. Take a journey with me through Scotland in the Girl Nextdoor. This book is full of magic!
Come away with me as we learn that love comes in many shapes and sizes. Diamond Joe is probably my most romantic novel where part of me is in that book. I love reading it again and again as I found parts of myself, my soul within those words. I have put it back on sale through the spring for less than a cup of coffee from Starbucks.
Come away with me and listen to the seabirds calling to you too. There is magic in their cries, can you hear it? Come, lets listen together…
From adventure to Sci-Fi to something slightly tawdry I have tried my hand at it. I did it to attract the many different readers out there that might want to come away with me for a bit. Most of the comments from readers are food for my soul, and I much appreciate them and you.
As time permits, do Come Away with Me… I won’t sing you a song but, I will tell you a bedtime story, or I will entertain you on a rainy day where a comfy chair and hot tea awaits you on our journey to somewhere.
If you are so moved, please invite your readers or friends to come away with us, as we discover what lies behind that wormhole, or perhaps through that door.
I was taken aback by this picture. I want to be somewhat controversial on this topic.
As a society, we have stopped thinking outside the box. In fact, it would seem that knee-jerk reactions are all the rage.
This picture and others like it were sparked by the Parkland shooting.
Guns are evil. All firearms must be confiscated.
Ooops knives are evil, all knives must be confiscated.
Wait, trucks are evil nobody needs to drive a car.
Ummm Rocks are evil we should grind them all into powder
Err Ummm clubs are evil nobody needs a club.
The simple facts are that people can be evil so that is where we must begin.
I would have my students on day one of the class write their obituary. If you died tomorrow what would be on your tombstone? Why not write a will? Why not have a sense of reality thrust in your safety space world? You, my friends, are the future. Why not get a dose of reality?
Here is a dose of reality my pets. 13,206,482 people voted for Bernie Sanders in the primary. Why is that enlightening?
Bernie Sanders is a died in the wool socialist. This means that Thirteen Million Two hundred and six thousand four hundred and eighty-two people have no idea what socialism is.
In a nutshell, Socialism is Shared Misery!
Why is that fact germane to our discussion today?
Anyone who voted for this clown is either ignorant as a stump, has the IQ of a houseplant, or is so filled with hate that they would rather see the country fail than accept the will of the voters or…they are Russian trolls trying to destroy the country from within.
There can be no equivocation on this. If you are one of these 13 plus million people, please sit the hell down with a good history book and learn why Communism is a bad thing! Pick up a book on Stalin for starters.
I spoke with a college student when the primaries were happening. She told me she was voting for Bernie.
“Ok, glad that you are voting can you tell me why Bernie?”
“I like his message.”
“What about his message do you like?”
“He is for the little people.”
“Who are the little people and why do you say that?”
“He wants everyone to have free healthcare and free college.”
“Umm dear, that is socialism, we are a capitalist society, not a communistic one. Do you know what socialism is?”
“Um, wait let me look it up.”
“Go ahead, I will wait.”
Pulls out smartphone “cost $1000” and googles Socialism.
The look on her face was fascinating to watch as this is the first time she had ever bothered to learn what it was. College grad from a liberal arts college and had no clue what I was talking about.
Finally, she looks at me in the face and said. “We just want the good parts of that, socialism stuff.”
“Darling, there are no good parts of socialism. The elite run the country, and they take from everyone until there is no more to take, and then everyone but them starves.”
“That is not true, you just don’t like Bernie.”
“It is true, and I do like him. He is delusional, but I think he is entertaining and he might mean well, but I doubt it.”
The proof of his meaning well or not was made clear after Hillary rigged the election. His true self appeared when he allowed himself to be bribed with aircraft and houses to campaign for Hillary. His ethics were up for sale. That is the problem with most power brokers and politicians, they all have a price!
“Now let’s go back to the “I should be writing my essay and not my will.”
The problems today are not the weapons of choice, but the motives and the mental health of the perpetrators.
You, the essay writer, your generation spends more time on screens and video games than on writing essays. They certainly spend more time on texting and Facebook than learning history. Your level of ignorance on display; only highlights the facts that our education system is failing you, or you are willfully stupid.
When I see or read about people being triggered by history, I cannot help but wonder how much longer this country and others like it will be free. This outspoken mouthpiece for CNN and other media sources looking for ratings at the expense of any tragedy is also willfully stupid or under the control of the media who has an agenda.
You will actually need to go to the library and pick up books on history as the internet is malleable. When Wikipedia is the go-to source for anything information wise, they could write anything that they wanted.
Case in point I was in a bookstore the other day. There was this massive section on WARS. Looking at all the different titles and all of the histories in that section on how men kill one another over land or things or merely control of the masses, I was amazed at just how willfully stupid we are as humans!
Want some enlightenment, read about the early church.
Were the spiritual leader.
Were the schools.
Were the government.
The early church was the power broker of the day. If you dared to have an opinion that was not in lock step with theirs you might very well be killed. You were not allowed to read or have a copy of the bible. An ignorant society is much easier to control than one that is intelligent and can think for itself.
During the days of slavery, it was illegal to teach a slave to read. Why?
Yes, we are using the Socratic method of teaching here. Think about it.
Multi-generations of wars and fighting with one another over just about anything and everything, you think that someone would have had more than a few neurons firing and figured out that diplomacy might work better than knives or trebuchets or swords, clubs, rocks and yes guns and cannons and other missiles and even poison gas.
In my novel Under Roswell, I talk about not letting the ship fall into any governments hands as they would undoubtedly use its technology to kill others. When we take each new discovery and figure out a way to weaponize it, you can quickly discern that it is not the gun or knife, but the heart of man.
My friend with the sign, pick up a damned book and learn why we have so many nukes pointed at our enemies, and why they have so many aimed at us. Peace through strength!
You can take away the guns and knives and trucks and cars and clubs but, as long as man has free will and he has motivation he will find a way to kill. Early man of 6 million plus years ago ate each other. Cannibals still exist in parts of the world today. Thier motive for killing is they are hungry. What will the motive be for the next mass murderer? He or she was triggered by some statue?
Laws only affect those that obey them. I know very few criminals who would look at that sign on your home or business that says Gun Free Zone and turn around if they intended to come in and do some nefarious act.
I find it fascinating that the creative juices seem to rest, after finishing a manuscript.
Sometimes I think it is like grieving as the characters that you created have met with the definitive “The End”
What are your characters up to?
It takes a long time to develop each character. I have a page dedicated to characters places and events that I update as the story progresses.
An example might be Tom and Susan.
Tom is tall, sandy colored hair, blue eyes, and a hint of five o clock shadow.
Susan is short, busty, with auburn hair and wears clothes that are too small for her as she will not admit that she is chubby. Her brown eyes are large and seem to see into your soul.
Now those are two characters that I just created on the fly.
Where do we go with Tom?
What does he do for a living?
Is he smart or is he more a jock, not that a jock cannot be smart.
Is he white collar or blue collar?
Factory or office worker?
He puts up with his wife’s flaws, she still wears clothes that are too small, so he does not intervene. Does she rule the roost?
Is he afraid of her?
Does he love her too much to hurt her feelings?
Is Susan insecure?
Is she overconfident?
Is she a person of Walmart?
Do they have kids and is that baby fat?
Where do they live?
Is it hot or cold most of the year?
Is it humid or dry?
Where they live can tell a lot about their political beliefs, does that play into your story?
While analysis to paralysis is always possible some backstory for your characters is helpful if nothing else than for you to write the story.
A hint for you is something that I do.
When I create characters, I generally use the personage of someone that I met or know that has charisma. For a non-player supporting actor part, I can create them out of my head.
There are times I might borrow a movie star from some movie that I liked them in.
Your characters make your story. You can have the best plot going, but if I as a reader cannot connect with them, I will not read your book.
One of the tricks EL James used in 50 shades is the way you connected with the leading lady. That little voice in her head that shared what she was thinking or feeling. We came to know and connect with her.
Ok, I did it, I binged watched the season with my company. This is the most TV I have watched in twelve months. The cats in my lap made it bearable.
I still love the characters. I like how they are being developed.
The writing is still too predictable…There were no surprises for me as I knew what I would do as a writer.
Have you watched it?
Were there any surprises for you?
Breaking the laws of physics with the alien thing is a great way to invent your “flux capacitor.”
I actually try to stay within the confines of physics so the plot will be more interesting to those who are nerdy enough to understand that sort of thing.
Until season II is released I guess we can sit back and pontificate on where they will go with this story.
I give high marks to the special effects crew.
Again I love the characters.
If you have Netflix go and watch it and tell me what you think.
“If you cannot score with them sober what in the world makes you think that you can when you are drunk?”
As many of you know, I don’t watch TV. I have company at the moment which is the nightmare of a writer. We cannot hold up in our lair with house guests. We must be fully engaged in the entertaining process, and that includes the domestic “stuff” that goes along with it.
What to do? How do I maximize the use of my time while still doing the entertaining thing?
Dinner out, got that covered. Shopping, ok I can do that. There is nothing I need but remember what I said about looking for fodder for your characters or story. Always maximize your time without being rude.
Take them to dinner at a place where there might be interesting clientele. I find it entertaining to take people to places where others tend to drink a little too much. Is it wrong to derive pleasure from those who try to score with people way out of their class once they have imbibed enough liquid courage? I know, it is a weakness.
“If you cannot score with them sober, what in the world makes you think that you can when you are drunk?”
Gentlemen, ladies are not the only people who get better looking at closing time, buy a girl a drink or two… I digress….
Shop where there might be people who would be fun to watch. I love watching couples shop. “Honey, do I look fat in this dress?” “Woman, how do you expect him to answer you? Do you want your husband or mate to become a proficient liar?”
“Don’t ask him stupid questions.”
“If you have to ask you are probably fat.”
Embrace your body no matter what type is and love it. How do you expect him to love you if you don’t love you?
Now we get to the time suck part of entertaining company…what to do?
TV, ok if I must, what would we all like… I know, how about something science fiction?
I cut my teeth on science fiction. I loved the original lost in space and the first Star Trek. It was Stargate Universe that prompted me to try my hand at fan fiction.
After I figured out that I could do this, I went on to write Under Roswell.
NetFlix has released a new version of Lost In Space. I love the twist.
“Writers you are too predictable and….you need to bone up on physics.”
I like the way that they incorporate the backstory into the plot.
I think if they stick with the Gilligan’s Island in space theme, it will lose my interests quickly. Dr. Smith was way too predictable and I did not care for that as well.
I very much like the characters. Have I ever mentioned that I like strong women? Damn, right I have about a million times.
I am not going to ruin it for those of you who might watch it. I will not spoil it for you with the technical fopaux’s, nor will I tell you what the writers are thinking.
As a writer, I can see the path and so far it is heading on the path that I would write. Do non-writers see the future too?
We watched the first three episodes which were about all the TV I could take.
If you are like me and a writer watch it like you are disassembling a watch. Pause it if necessary and think about what the writers are doing. If you are going to sit in front of the TV why not learn from it while “enjoying it?”
To me, the bloopers were in your face.
That is the difference between a high budget film and one that is not. Still, Netflix is breaking new ground, and I applaud them for doing so. I wish they would buy the rights to Stargate Universe and pull it out of mothballs!
“Somewhere I have several chapters if you want them…”
I like the juxtaposition of good and evil, so I will stick with it a little bit longer and see where we go.
I hope that you who follow me get something out of my input and critic.
The pearls I am casting out on writing tips you might also enjoy.
The last few days I have been talking about character development. How do you come up with who your character is?
I am a people person! I used to travel a great deal! So much so that when the TSA came about and spoilt it for me, I was upset. No, I am not on any no-fly list …yet…., they just make traveling such a pain in the ass!
I have this wonderful sense of humor. When the doctors are poking me, or the mechanic tells me that I need this or that I manage to make a joke of it and laugh. Life is too short to cry over that which you cannot control.
Did you know that you cannot joke with those “TSA people?”
I tried, nope, not a good idea. To work as a TSA agent, they must have had their sense of humor surgically removed. My gut feeling is they have this incredible god complex going on.
So here is a free idea for the TSA…Ok, ready….Have an agent there with a sense of humor who jokes or is nice to the people in line waiting to be hassled by your version of the SS. Can you imagine someone with a sense of humor making nice to the passengers easing their stress levels?
Gadz, what if people actually laughed while taking off their shoes, belts, emptying their pockets and being virtually stripped searched?
I know that is thinking outside the box, but hey, that is what you get with a thinking person and not a government automaton.
And far be it from me to tell you how to do your jobs but, you could use this same person to screen passengers who are not acting right. A little incognito profiling. If you were smart, you could even have those friendly people with the stress relief dogs be those agents… I know the stuff of novels… Again, out of the box thinking…buy me a drink next time you feel me up, and I will give you some more thoughts!
I deal with stressful situations with humor. Flying today is a stressful situation. Get there early, give up all of your rights once you enter the “secure area” and be treated like shit until you leave the “secured area.”
I do not think that is an exaggerating at all. Travelers still need a bill of rights, and as of yet, it does not exists.
In this country, the USA, we just did not have the issues until 911 and the infamous shoe bomber and then the candidate for the Darwin award, the underwear bomber. This guy had to have the IQ of a plant to pull that one off. In this country, we have surrendered our rights to privacy for safety with the caveat being, that now we have neither.
Our typical security was walk through a magnetometer that often was not switched on, or was not set very high. I used to get through it usually without emptying my pockets or removing jewelry. Today you might as well be naked as I think it picks up the fillings in your teeth.
My last trip through the infamous porn scanners, I could not lift my left arm up as high as they wanted me to, and the bitch yelled at me. I had a frozen shoulder FFS, and she did not give a crap! Because I could not do the spread eagle, hands up don’t shoot pose perfectly, I got the hands all over my body until they met resistance!
Someone owes me a drink, or a goodnight kiss, just saying!
What do you think would have happened if I would have yelled back at her? I am not a mean-spirited person, but I must tell you words that rhymed with “Duck” were right on the tip of my tongue. This bitch must have been a holdover from the SS, or a love child from Hitler’s third mistress six times removed.
Folks, we can bitch about the injustices in life, or they can become fodder for your next adventure.
My novels are adventures. In The Girl Nextdoor, I introduce that term, and I love that story. It is a rags to riches story that is slightly naughty and again a lesbian story of romance. Magic from Scotland plays into the mix making this story fun for anyone who might read it.
Truth told; life is an adventure. When life kicks you around, kick back and write about it!
I want to write a story that is so out of character for me. I want to write a story where my main character is like this mob boss who takes shit from nobody! The blond sister who was just rude for the sake of being rude would not survive this story. Or if she did, she might be made to suffer at the hands of some large man who had a thing for mean bitches.
I can just see her tethered in such a way with his hands on her hair pulling it back…oh, baby! I feel better already! Perhaps I need to go to work for the TSA….maybe not….
My problem is that I am a lover of folks and I even made an excuse for her in my mind. When I left, I told her to try and have a nice rest of the day. It was better than to say to her to go Eff herself! That she might have enjoyed… I most certainly would have missed my flight and been strip-searched and …well …hmmmm ….do you think….never mind….
She is a character in one of my novels, and I am not telling you which one. You will have to find her if you are interested.
I did not get her name, and I usually make a point to get people’s names who impress me one way or the other. Friend or foe I can channel them and then I can have my way with them …. LOL…
Did someone make an impression on you?
If your name is Victoria, please forgive this next question. Why is it that people named Vickie or Victoria seem to be, more likely as not, to be a total vacuous bitch? Is it just me?
Next time we meet, we can talk about names.
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Waves of Emotions, Does the Moon Affect them like the Tides of the oceans?
Many of you know that I have been dealing with the loss of a close friend who recently passed. The things in life that we take for granted, the smile, knowing look, the chuckle that you caused, and that voice on the other end of the line that you come to know as your lifeline to reality, those are precious… When those are gone, and you are left alone…the tides roll.
As one who has always “adopted” older friends it has been my privilege to know and care for many that have since passed. Each and every one unique and precious and missed. Two of the last three I was asked to do their Eulogy, which if you have never done, try and get through it without becoming a basket case in front of countless people. It is not easy.
The more you care, the more it hurts, and the harder it is.
Spending days writing it I finally had to remove anything in it that would trigger me, and then it was still a challenge.
Today I was dealing with their family trying to be of some assistance, and it brought back the pain all over again. Facing the “residual” of a friend trying to assess some monetary value to it as to assist their survivors is just miserable!
The “things” the treasures that charmed them and we are now relegated to boxes of stuff waiting for an estate sale.
I often go to antique malls looking for trinkets that “charm” me but more often than not I look for things that might inspire a story.
From strange tools to old tchotchkes that someone treasured a long time ago interests me. I once bought an ancient relic that looked like it belonged to some tribe in some dark jungle as I thought if I could imbue it with magical properties it might make a story. Who knows.
I sift through old black and white photos of people who have long since passed that have found their way to the antique malls and make up little stories about them as I hold their picture in my hand. If the story sounds good, I buy the image, and he or she becomes a character in a novel.
Many of you can relate to the loss of a loved one. You know that the waves are real and sometimes they can bury you. I keep some memento of them around me as they were important to me for decades.
How do you deal with loss?
Stuff cannot replace them.
The things we find in antique malls are just effects that meant something to someone long ago.
On multiple occasions, I have purchased boxes of “things” on eBay. This one box I bought the person who sold it took care to wrap each individual thing in tissue. There were old lenses from glasses. There was a model of an old delta airplane. There was a marionette that is probably from the thirties. There were some timeworn cufflinks, a watch and just basically a drawer of someone’s stuff that was put into a box and sold. There was even a broken glass figurine of a toucan. Where did that come from and how it did come to be in that drawer and how did it get broken.
I got the box and looked at each and every little thing including the old glasses. This was the residual of a life. The old airplane they probably got when they flew. The little marionette might have been passed down to them from a grandparent. The watch was old and well-worn but, it too told a story.
I carefully wrapped the stuff back up and stored it away for a future day when I need an idea. Those trinkets will live again in some story and by them becoming part of one of my novels, the previous owner in some small way will also live again through my words.
If you are a writer, go visit antique malls. Spend time looking at the trinkets on display, and if something sparks a thought,, you know what to do.
Some things I snap a picture of as I have no desire to haul some piece of furniture home but….I found an article that I will tell you about.
In this old downtown store, there was this small desk that belonged in a classroom from eons ago. The chair was in front, and the actual desk with the writing surface that lifted and a place to store crayons and such were underneath the writing surface.
This was designed very differently in that the chair in front of the person who used the surface of the desk was contingent on the person sitting in the chair not moving the desk. It was, in fact, a piss poor design to get the maximum amount of students in one small space but…Wow!
I immediately thought of “Good Night John Boy!”
Many of us go into such places looking for something to charm us to purchase it. I look for fodder for stories. I never know what will “trigger or spark” an idea.
Search “box of crap” on eBay and see what comes up. I used to challenge people to pick up an item and write a story about it. I would have a box of stuff and tell them to reach in and grab something without looking. Take it back to their desk and write.
To you my pretties, feed your characters. Find an item and write something on your blog, and tell me about it.
We live in an exciting world. When we can hide behind pseudonyms, it makes it easy to say things that you would not speak to someone in person, hopefully.
Here are a few answers to some e-mails that I get.
“What is wrong with “dick?” Don’t you lesbians use dildoes anyway?”
Hmmm, how do you respond to someone like that? Oh, wait…Who said I was a lesbian? Who said I wasn’t? I abhor labels, and if you read any of my novels, you would see that. As far as phalluses, who would want a moron like yourself on top of them?
If you truly understood the difference in the sexes, you would not make such statements.
I mentioned that I get a lot of dick pics in the e-mail inbox, and that is the intelligent response I get.
My interests in people are not what they look like, or what plumbing they have. I like intelligent, thoughtful, insightful people who may or may not agree with me but, they must respect my right to say what I wish, as I do theirs. Many of my friends and I don’t agree on everything. Perfect! Let’s talk about it over tea and let it go.
“Why do you write about lesbians?”
I write about all sorts of people. If you read my books, you will find that I have traditional relationships and then some which are just flat out taboo fantasies.
We all need a mental vacation at times, so I provide it in my novels. I have several friends who identify as gay, and I love them dearly. I happen to think that writing about lesbian relationships fills a void in this world. Diamond Joe is my favorite novel of all time for lesbian fiction. That book of all of my stories is one that I wish Hallmark would break their mold of man and woman, and make a movie of it. That novel is actually YA which is different from many of my books.
Diamond Joe will have you laugh and cry and allow you to see what some people have to go through to survive in this world. Same-sex marriage is a hot topic, and I don’t shy away from it.
“Have you ever been to a nude beach, is it really like that?”
I will admit to being nude around others in settings like I portray. Yes, it is very much like I depict in many of my novels. If you are curious, I would suggest that you pick up this latest novel, Kitties, Titties & Winks or the last series of Nudists of Shangri-La.
The issue with naturism is that there is indeed is no mystery. Once your clothes are off, and you realize that nudity is not what many make it in their minds, to quote the politics of the day it is a “nothing burger.”
That is why in many of my books I mention it, walk you or the character through the process and then spice it up with something else as naturism by itself is truly healthy and truly not enough to write a book about.
I do love the feel of the wind and sun on parts that are reserved for shadows. I never tire of that.
How do you find time to write so much and keep a day job?
Harold, I don’t sleep. That is not really true, but I am an insomniac. If the characters are active so am I. I cannot tell you how many times that I have crawled out of bed at 3 am and worked on a project till it was time to go to work.
If you are passionate about what you are doing it is a small price to pay. We can all rest when we are dead. Right now, today, this is for the living, and I live my life. I went out with friends last weekend, and the conversation focused on what was on TV worth watching.
I had zero input. I don’t watch TV. I have this incredible 4K, 55 inch set in my office that I might turn on when I am eating, and then it goes right back off. I do like YouTube. I love individual musicians, and I want to teach myself to mimic them on the guitar. I find that playing a musical instrument keeps me sharp and mentally alert. Playing also allows me to wind down and at least start the sleep process.
“Why do you use such hard words?”
Oh Phil, bless your heart. I laughed at that one. Really? If you are reading it on kindle just highlight it and improve your vocabulary. I have an excellent command of the English language. That does not stop me from making grammatical missteps, or from typing you instead of your or you’re, but I do share my knowledge with you.
When I was young, I kept a dictionary with me whenever I read. Later in life, it was a college dictionary. I looked up every word that I did not readily know. It paid off.
Today we have tools that are marvelous. No, I will not dumb down my writing style. Unless I write that children’s book, I will juxtapose words with more than two syllables with everyday words that you might hear on the playground.
Those were a few of the dozens of e-mails that I cherry-picked.
Thanks for them even the snarky comments. At least you cared enough to stop by. As for the rest of this week…Read my books!
Seriously this book is worth your time, and I look forward to the feedback!
Having spoken with many people from all walks of life, we have a common thread, our sexuality. Even the most rigid, moral snobs, secretly want what you and I want. I think that being judged by your peers in a court of law has merit, however; the fault is, there are lawyers involved.
Were you aware that while the judge must keep the law in mind, the lawyer’s job is not so much to prove your innocence or guilt but, sway the jury one way or another? Usually, they do that with emotions as they are, after all, thespians. Yes, they act, either taking the moral high ground or playing the victim. In fact, it is probably a sham.
I don’t know how a lawyer can live with himself or herself after getting a murderer or rapist off the hook by acting or finding some technicality. The crooks are running the asylum, which we are unwitting players in from time to time.
Can you imagine if a case was presented exclusively on the facts?
Was she at the scene of the murder?
Were her fingerprints at the murder scene?
Did she have a motive?
No, we have things like how she is dressed and who her family is, and that she went to church and look, here are some pictures of her as a Girl Scout. Wait, here are some pictures when she was a missionary in Haiti.
But what about these pictures of the murder scene with a knife sticking out of the guy’s chest?
“This delicate little flower could not have done it, look how fragile she is…” PFFFT!
If you have ever served on a jury, you can tell that the pool was selected carefully, looking for criteria that would suit their client’s case. I was on a panel once that was for a murder trial. The man was guilty as sin, and we had a few ladies that were not wanting to find him guilty as he had only murdered once, and he seemed like such a good boy, and his mama was there looking all pitiful.
How about that questionnaire that you have to fill out basically telling the attorneys how you will lean. It is like a cookbook, telling them what they need to say to coheres you! They need to abolish that damned thing!
How about a list of names, not sir names, just first names, or maybe numbers …they could be random picks from a hat. That would indeed be fairer than knowing how you will come down on the facts or how to sway you…
Check it out, a car salesman took a young woman out to the back of the lot to show her a good deal on the loss leader car that they never sell. He then knocks her on the head and rapes her. Now that he is done with her, “oh shit! What do I do now, she will tell on me.” Strangling her, he takes her to the creek near the back of the lot and tosses her body in.
Camera footage shows him walking off with her, and yet, they try to make her the sick person, as she has been known to “sleep around.”
She was, in fact, a college student who worked at the local topless joint putting herself through school. This is where she met Mr. Murderer, who promised her a great deal…He raped her and killed her.
Imagine how her family felt… It is more about acting than the law, which is sad. The bastard would not let the jury assess his fate if he lost… That was sad! I wanted to hang the fat fuck! Those on the panel that wanted to acquit him might have had him slapped on the wrist.
Yes, they find the most emotionally susceptible to the pool and install them so they can each play to them. Each attorney knows what to say to his or her picks. The reasonable doubt hangs a lot of juries.
I once had a prominent attorney tell me that it is easier for him to get someone off if they are guilty rather than if they are innocent. Folks the system is flawed.
My point is not to reform the system, although God knows that it needs it, my point is, we are all guilty. We all have some deep dark secrets that we would probably rather keep buried. The difference between them and us is, we won’t murder someone for a few minutes of pleasure…Would we?
That is one reason I am a proponent of legalized prostitution. Men are what they are, women are what they are. How do we deal with it?
Bishops and others who deny their sexuality, does not work out too well for them, well for their victims… Folks we were made, designed to procreate and that means sexually.
Ever had a nun for a teacher? How was that? A woman without release, wow!
So my pretties, what makes you moist? If you are a guy what makes you “firm?” If you could go to “Fantasy Island” and live out your fantasy, what would it be?”
One of the best lines I heard regarding wives is that the most excellent wife is an angel in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. Misogynistic? Probably, but think about it. We all have those thoughts. I have teased on several occasions about a delicious spanking before the main event. There is something attractive and somewhat dangerous about submitting to someone else. Tied or tethered in such a way that you cannot move, and are at risk of being penetrated or spanked or whatever makes you misty or makes your mate Horney as hell.
“I think the perfect man or mate would be one who was tuned into your fantasy and was not afraid to take matters in hand. Role play perhaps? Arrange a cabin in the woods where a little rope play could take place. Hot wax maybe? How about restrained to where you cannot stop him or her as they bring you to orgasm time after time? Nipple clamps? They work on guys too…Just saying…
What would you say if you were asked to visit a clothing optional place? How would you feel if your husband or boyfriend or perhaps your wife said that they had a desire to go to a nude beach? What would that feel like to bare it all around others? Would it make you damp? You men, would you have priapism, or would it go into hiding?
I have such a good time with different people from all walks of life. Our diversity in thought and mores make us interesting. The things that interest you or secretly turn you on are part of you. Is there harm in living out a fantasy?
Marriage, today in America, is doomed. We are so stodgy, so constrained by mores passed down by the Puritans that many will die, never genuinely having one single orgasm! I am talking about toe curling, wet patch creating, screaming “YES, YES, YES!” Orgasm! If this is you…oh my, think Hitachi and read some of my books. Everyone should have orgasms often… That would be my wish for Americans and people everywhere.
I genuinely believe more orgasms would cut down on bull shit wars!
Several of my novels attempt to feed your fantasies. Whether you are a man or woman, there is something in them for you.
I try to keep it from being smut. I love a good story. I like titillation, and I genuinely love when you can feel that you know the characters. I strive for developing a connection between you and them. I do that with character development. When they are laying over someone’s lap or perhaps removing their clothing, I want you to feel that anxiety or that rush of adrenaline.
If you get misty, I am so thrilled for you, and for me. If you are a man and end up with taking things in hand, that is ok too. Good for you, and me!
If on the other hand, I can elicit a tear, wow that is excellent news too. I strive for laughter more than tears as I am a happy person, and I try to spread that humor and joy, when and where I can.
My latest novel came back from the editor today, and I posted it on Amazon. She tells me it should sell for over $20. I am letting you have it for a mere $3.99…
Over 93,000 words of story for you to enjoy.
Our leading lady falls in love with her roommate in college. This is complicated by the fact that her friend Joan has a lesbian for a mother, who was a supermodel in her day. She sees the two playing volleyball nude in the pool and for the first time, sees her friend as a possible model and not her daughter’s friend.
Gloria, her mother, is a capitalist hatching a plan to exploit her. She wants to push Melissa into a career that she left, to be her manager. Selling her to the highest bidder making money from her, was her plan. Where the heart is involved, trouble ensues as things are not going to happen as she plans.
Joan also has a dark secret that Melissa and Gloria now have to deal with.
Kitties, Titties and Winks, should show up soon as available, so keep checking my author page for updates. Until some agent or publisher discovers me and talks me into signing with them,, my books are dirt cheap.
To date here is a list of my published novels which are selling all over the globe.
Kitties, Titties &Winks
Nudists of Shangri-La
Nudists of Shangri-La II Eden Texas
Voices from the Past
The Saga of the Starduster
Hole in Time – Life
Hole in Time – Home
Hole in Time – Sentient
Hole in Time – Eden
Hole in Time — Progeny
Hole in time -– Hello From the Other Side
Hole in Time — Divinity
Hole in time – Orinite
Hole in Time – Revenge is Sweet
Hole in Time – Pilot
Fractured & other out of the box thinking
Madam and the Queen
The Queen & The Black Witch of Chicago
The Princess and The Queen
The Girl Next Door
Ghost Signal of Colorado Springs
#Dear _____ People, a book for the Ages
Dragon Master and the Witch
If you have read any of these, I want to take a moment to personally thank you! I work a day job and still manage to crank out a novel every few months. I think it keeps me sane.
I get lots of e-mail, and I love it. I cannot always answer you, but know that I appreciate it. Some of the input is invaluable, and some are dick pics. Hmmmm. I don’t know if they are suggesting that I get fucked or…they are offering their services. I will share a secret with you men out there…. I might respond to pictures if they were less….male….
Twscott (at) TWScott823.com
Much Love people…Seriously, I mean it. You make what I do worth it!
Joan had a secret that she was afraid would run off her friend.
Hello, my pretties!
Are you sad when you finish a manuscript?
I don’t know about other writers or authors I can only respond for myself.
YES…A resounding YES!
Perhaps I am Cybil and should be locked up in some sanatorium reserved for the mentally deranged. You know one of those old black and white places where they still use shock therapy… Ok, maybe not. Shock therapy would not even make a useful BDSM trope.
Having written over thirty novels, all of the characters are known to me. When I kill one off it kind of hurts in a way, they each have their own voice.
This latest novel Kitties Titties and Winks is such a precious novel full of humor and love and yes emotionally charged moments. I love how each character has their own personage. When you read the narrative you don’t have to guess who is talking, you know by their vernacular and the cadence of their speech pattern.
This novel should be a 20 dollar novel, and it is a shame that I will end up giving it away at $3.99 a copy. That is the plight of the independent author.
I could price it at $19.95, but I doubt anyone would spend that kind of money. It is not until you are EL Jamesand everyone is talking about you, will someone drop over $4.00.
I wish I could convey that message to new or want to be writers. I talk with so many who believe that all they need to do to secure their financial future is to “write a book.”
I have over 30 out there. While I enjoy many deposits from different countries to my bank account, allow me to be the first to tell you, I still have a day job.
It is not my goal to dissuade anyone I merely want to set your expectations in reality.
This latest novel is tender and touching and humorous and naughty all in one book. 93,000 words of fun.
I will be releasing it when I get it back from the editor. Currently, I am going back and forth with this or that fix. I am in hopes that this manuscript will be more professional than those in the past which required different revisions.
At $3.99, I will have to sell a butt load of them just to break even.
If you are one of my followers on Twitter or WordPress thanks for following me and telling others about me.
If you are one of my readers…Thanks so Much!
It means a lot to me every time one of you buys one of my books. Even at $2.99, it is an affirmation, and that inspires me and others like me to keep writing.
After several of you sent e-mails about my last project, it was made clear to me that there are those who appreciate a toasty derriere. I am always happy to consider topics suggested by my followers and or fan base here and on Twitter.
I put aside my current project of Gods and Insects and came up with over 90K words of fantasy juxtaposed with some appropriate thoughts and situations regarding clothing optional places and activities.
This novel which is at the editor; is more fantasy than about nudism but, the clothing optional ideals I hold sacrosanct and do not besmirch them…much… I do take artistic license just a little.
The tagline “Nudity is Normal” is in the book.
Follow me here and or on Twitter for release dates. If the last two Nudists novels are any indication, there seem to be many of you who appreciate that kind of writing. Thanks for the encouragement!
Two college roommates graduate and sink back into their regular home routine. Once returning home to live with their parent’s things are eerily familiar. From sleeping late to picking up their chores before college, backsliding to childhood was almost too easy.
When the former roommates missed each other enough, they decided to get together to shop and talk and do what young ladies do. One of the two takes the risk of alienating her closest friend by finally acknowledging her feelings for her. This admission sparks a conversation which starts the snowball rolling as the two embrace their feelings taking them to the next level. One of them, however, has a dark fantasy and is hopeful the other will help her play it out.
Joan’s mother; also attracted to ladies makes for an interesting twist to the story. Gloria plots to make money, treating her daughter’s new lover as an object with the idea to offer to the highest bidder. Her plan goes awry when emotions enter into the developing triangle that would divide most. This story is rife with humorous situations, romance, and fantasy.
Kitties, Titties and Winks, is an enjoyable lighthearted lesfic with some mild BDSM and lots of love.
When Mellissa is encouraged and eventually transformed into a model by Joan’s mother, the story takes flight. The journey will have you turning the pages as you come to know the characters and enjoy the sensations of young people in love while experimenting with their sexuality. Adult 18+
If you know of, or are an agent, that would like to represent a proven author, I am still an independent author after 30 published novels which are selling all over the globe.
Each Query letter takes a minimum of four hours if you do it correctly.
Firstly you must subscribe to a service for authors which assist you in knowing if they are a predator or editor. *
You must then research the field of possible agents that have your particular Genre in their portfolio of desired works.
You need to look at if they are accepting new submissions.
Then you must research the agent to see what they have published recently and how often they actually release something.
Then you must look at what they published and see if it is indeed similar to what you are offering.
Now you must read and adhere to the specifics of the query letter format that they require to even look at your submission. Every jot and tittle must be strictly observed.
Now, if you have done all that, you then word the “hook” as best you possibly can.
Four hours for each letter is a conservative estimate, and no two agents want it the same way.
When you read their requirement, and then at the end, they say something to the effect “If you never hear from us consider it a pass!” Why indeed
*A word about predators.
There are many out there who are indeed predators who “prey” on independent authors. For a small Dollar amount, they guarantee to get your manuscript in front of the right people. For a few dollars, they will edit your document. For a few dollars, they will do this or that.
There is nothing wrong with a service, it is capitalism. What makes you the proverbial sheep in a field of wolves??? Your manuscript is the next Tale of Two Cities, you know it in your heart of hearts, you just need to get past the bubble gum chewing, snot-nosed intern, working for their mother in her basement, and get your work on their desk.
You need to get past the intern with big plans to be an agent one day so they can dream of throwing your manuscript in the proverbial trash because they know more than their boss.
Those predators out there have taken advantage of better, smarter, brighter people than you, so don’t be fooled.
In short you have no objectivity, that makes you the sheep.
Everyone thinks that they can write. Teens who recently found that there are more to words than expletives believe that they can write. All of those millions of want to be authors are peddling their “stuff” in the form of query letters to those interns who think that they can also write.
Amazon and other “services” take 30% or your royalties and possibly more to host your manuscript and that is it. They don’t edit, assist with the cover art, marketing, nothing!
They too will sell you services in the way of marketing…They get your money….
Agents take 30%, and they edit, create cover art, market and assist you with your story for consistency and a whole host of other things. They also can get more than $2.99 for 100,000 words.
On Amazon and the like, you are competing with everyone! It only takes one person who feels that you are a threat to buy your book and then write a terrible review. I had this happen to my number one best selling book. It is clear that they never read it from what they wrote.
While authors are not in competition, and I do my best to assist other authors, the reality is that some are out there who just are not friendly people.
The bottom line my pretty’s is this. If you think you can write. Good for you. If you want to write, good for you. If you’re going to spend hours of your life begging for some agent to look at your work, good for you.
I write for the pleasure of writing and creating the story. I write because I continually get people contacting me telling me that they liked this or that. Some suggest I might change this or that and that is ok. I do it for me! I still have a day job.
When I look at my bank statement and I see all those Amazon deposits from different countries it gives me some satisfaction as well. Thanks for that. If you are one of my readers I really do appreciate you!
Again contact me here on the blog, write me an email at TWSCOTT (at) TWScott823.com
Trisha could not believe her friend was about to remove her clothes in front of the web cam.
For me growing up as a child, there were two states of a fact. It was binary actually. Was it truthful or was it a lie.
When I was young, cursing would earn a bar of soap shoved in your mouth, and a deliberate lie would usually get your seat warmed up. It did not make a difference if you were a boy or girl. Lying was just not done. It did not take long to learn that the truth, good or bad was better than the alternative.
Is that why I like to write about a delicious spanking now and then? Maybe I should tell a lie… Ok back to the theme…
While many of us prevaricate to spare someone’s feelings or protect a friend, I think we have taken it to an extreme today. Why?
The family unit is in disarray and economics play into the scenario. When June Cleaver was parenting the Beave, her job was “housewife.” This was also true of my mother.
Clearly many might see that as misogynistic. I do not, as those were different times back then. Our roles were clearly defined by the mores of the time. Advancing from the dark ages and actually allowing women to vote and smoke and what have you, there were unintended consequences. The family unit suffered.
Soon it took two working parents to make ends meet as there were more workers in the workforce. More supply equals less demand aka cheaper wages. We have stopped teaching economics today. We must as the media and politicians are trying to convince us that more workers are a good thing. No people it is simple economics. Supply and demand.
The snowball picked up speed and soon even two parents working kept many below the poverty line. The losers were the children and society.
Honestly, I would like to see one parent home with their children. I don’t care which one, but children need supervision and a role model. The job of a parent is one of the most critical tasks you can have.
What if we paid parents to parent their kids? Children are actually a resource which any government depends on to succeed. Children grow up to be taxpayers.
To take the place of both parents working, Cable TV made the scene filling our homes with more than a half dozen channels that actually stay on past midnight. Because it is cable, the content is not as regulated thusly, now you have R rated material in your living room. Before Cable, one had to go to the drive-in on the south side of town or a movie house that specialized in those kinds of productions.
Shortly after cable, we had Video Tape and then DVD and blue ray! Now we stream everything!
TV soon took the place of books. TV took the place of other forms of entertainment as well as shaping our ideas of morality. Hollywood was now showing our kids the way. After this #mee2 movement one has to wonder just what Hollywood is up to. Never the less, Big Bird and the Count raised many children. I still think that is why many people today have an attention span of about 15 minutes.
Mr. Rogers had a hand in it, and I understand they are going to put his likeness on a stamp!
Our worlds were rocked when children were suddenly abducted, and then others killed by their own parents. We built walls and fences and had our kids stay inside instead of allowing them to roam the neighborhood to play with their friends.
Screens of many different kinds entertained not only our kids but occupied the parents time as well. Taking mom and or dad away from parenting into a virtual world of cops and robbers or stealing virtual cars and collecting whores. Or it could have taken them to some other made up family trying to make it work in a make-believe world. It is called escapism and we do it unbeknownst to ourselves.
It is not hard to understand why our values as a people are changing. Garbage in Garbage out. When you allow Hollywood to captivate your attention for entertainment and you watch media outlets who have an agenda, the fabric of society will take on a different pattern. In short, my childhood days will not look your children’s childhood days.
When you want to take over a country you first take over the media. Our media is corrupt, and only half the country see it. Others do not want to see it. Then you have both parents working or you have children in a single-parent home where the children become orphans. They rely on the TV, school and older children for guidance. Role models if you will. Today we see Mylie Cyrus who now admits that she was high while filming her infamous Wrecking Ball, as a role model.
We also see older kids selling drugs and our children witness this and see it as a way to make tax free cash. “I don’t need no stinking education!”
Drugs of all sorts pervade the music industry and the movies depicting the use of them as normal. Not only the movies and sitcoms but also in music. Destructive behavior is glorified, and then people wonder why this child or that child overdosed. A complete surprise!
The entertainment industry knows bloody well why but they will not admit it as money talks and a few dead children to them is nothing. When Dumb and Dumber released there were stupid people who actually tried some of those stunts including laying on the road where there was traffic.
A recent commercial for insurance of some sort depicting a child putting his toys down the toilette had many that I personally know calling plumbers out as their kids flushed their toys down the commode after seeing that commercial!
Much like James Dean and cigarettes pervaded the movies making smoking look cool. Drugs in the movies do the same thing. We have not learned from history and are doomed to repeat it.
There is no honor in dying from an overdose!
Why am I picking on Mylie or James or the music industry? I am not actually. While I don’t judge people or try not to, I think those in the public spotlight have a duty to understand that many will emulate them as a form of flattery and some will do it just to be cool. What they do and what they say has a larger impact than what you or I do or say. Why? They have no special insight into anything. They can remember lines and emote. Hardly a reason to worship them but people do. What they do have is a large megaphone! You and I may not have that. Even with Social media without thousands of followers, your lone voice in the wilderness gets lost in the noise.
A year ago I wrote a book called Cyber Subs. It is a somewhat naughty story about two girls who cannot make it in rural Kansas. The story depicts what life was like in a small agrarian community. It then moves them to a large city where a connected life changes their world.
While my reasons for writing the novel were many, one of the things that I was trying to do is call attention to a real-life scenario happening today. Close to 2000 ladies are now on this one site, at any given time basically being a slut for tips. I don’t really like that word and I hate to use it pejoratively like that. What else could you call it?
When one of my twitter followers had in her bio “CyberSlut,” I was taken aback. Understand the world that I came from, girls actually cared about being virgin when they married. While young men I am sure had much looser standards, one did not want to be that girl that was talked about especially in a small town and one certainly did not want to be that girl that went away for several months. I remember the boys were happy to make third base, but when it came time to marry these same boys looked for someone who was not a “lending library.” Assholes huh?
Believe it or not getting pregnant or something that required a shot of penicillin was about the worst that could happen to you back in the day. Aids is a relatively recent invention and a possible consequence as far as a lack of sexual morality goes.
Today I spent a few moments on that site to see what if anything had changed. WOW! Just about 2000 models during the middle of the day doing their best to lure men or women into their “room.”
One girl was talking to the crowd of 344 users when she mentioned that there is a market for “dirty panties.”
She lamented that she did not like to sell them as it was a hassle to go to the post office. “If I cant make 50 dollars for a pair, it is not worth it!” Her words.
I totally concur that going to the post office is a headache but $50 for nasty panties?
I remember watching an Amy Schumer skit where she said something to the effect “don’t you just hate it when you pull your panties down and it looks like someone blew their nose in them?”
The audience laughed and I gaged, and then changed the channel.
So tell me followers of mine, who would pay good money for dirty panties? How would they explain that to their mate, if they have one? “Yea funny thing about those, I ahh got them off eBay yeah eBay and they were supposed to be new …. for you honey…” Would she buy it? If your mate is on that site, I suggest you spice up your sex life or get some help.
Do you think Vickies is missing an opportunity? They could have models wear their product and then sell it on eBay… Nah, probably not!
The problem with sites like this as I see it, they cheapen human life. They, in fact, dehumanize the girls on it and probably the miscreants paying good money to entice more ladies to partake in this type of behavior. If there were no desire, there would be no market.
While I do think that prostitution should be legal and regulated where health is concerned I also believe that this type of thing on the internet where any age of a child can access it, is wrong. Young folks cannot possibly process what they are seeing and if they are exposed to it, what will it do to their psyche?
Women are screaming about being treated poorly by men, and then there is this. This is only one site of which I know of many more. Which is it? Respect as a person or just sexual object? We are sending a mixed message, and the receivers of that message could be your husband or your three-year-old.
I did go to a lingerie show with some friends one day for “charity.” You could purchase the item from the model, and she would take it off and hand it to you at your table. We thought it all great fun, but we were actually looking at the product and not the models wearing them. “Is that a lie? Is that a lesbian activity?” This was so long ago I think they had pasties on. As I remember these were real women, you know with curves.
“Nothing but the Bass”
I guess I should have waited to write the book as the site has evolved since I last checked it out. The book gets over 3000 hits every day, so people are interested in it.
As a writer, I must tell you that if you are observant, there is plenty of material out there. As much as I would like to understand the “models” mindset I would not mind trying to understand the person who would actually buy a pair of dirty panties. Maybe not. I wonder how many she sells? There is a difference between lingerie on a model in front of you and dirty panties. C’mon there is a difference, right?
I try hard not to judge people. We are all here doing our thing. I write for the masses, and those girls are performing for them. What I write is the creation of pure fantasy, and they are providing an illusion of a visual kind for those that need it or desire it. Men are undoubtedly visual creatures, and ladies are more intellectual when it comes to erotic fun. Reading a story from a good author, the picture in our head is much better than an actual scene in some movie or on a computer screen.
In a book, for instance, we can put ourselves in that characters head and soon it is us taking off our clothing for those 344 users. If written correctly we should be able to feel what that model felt. Including the slap on her ass. Ouch!
I tried to imagine what it would be like to remove your clothing on camera for several hundred people at one time. Would it be an adrenalin charged adventure or would it be just ho-hum? Would it turn into ho-hum after a few times of performing? If you read Cyber Subs, both of the characters are so fun. Trisha is delightful. Honestly, she is someone I would love to know.
Do those models fantasize too? Do they imagine that all those men want them… If you are a model on any site like that, please feel free to drop me a note. Check out my website at www.authortwscott.com. From there go to the contact page. Please, guys, no dick picks. Unless you are …never mind, no dick pics. It is just amazing how many hard human parts find my inbox. No, I mean as in e-mail. Naughty boy.
I write about nudists in my latest series Nudists of Shangri-La. After much research, I tried to put myself into that mindset so I could write about it. Much of what I write about comes from actual life experiences, I will just leave it there.
This weekend try to love someone and make them feel special. We need more genuine love in this world. It is too full of hate, contempt, and bigotry all of which I rail against.
Love and sex are two different things gentlemen.
We are much more alike than we are different. Who we listen to and where we were raised, slants our mores but if we could all get together on the same page we would find we have much more in common than that which divides us. The media for some reason are working overtime to drive us apart, but it is not true. You even have more in common with the civilians of Russia than you know. The Gods don’t want you to know that, but it is true.
Yes, my newest novel Gods and Insects is coming along. That is a tease….
That is actually what Nudists of Shangri-La is about, although it is a titillating novel it also has some enlightenment philosophy in it. When reading that try to put yourself into Hal’s or Judy’s head. Since it is narrative driven it is easy to do. If you liked 50 shades you will love this book!
The number most certainly is crap, but I still don’t want to perpetuate a scam in any possible way.
That is the latest scam that I received today on my phone. In a computerized voice aka robo-call, this scam is one of many trying to extract money if not a credit card number from some unsuspecting person.
Naturally, Microsoft would not call, and your OS does not expire. It may become obsolete but indeed would not terminate.
If you have a loved one or know someone who might fall for this you might want to give them a heads up.
If a flying disc landed in front of you what would you do?
I am rather amazed to see actual real footage of UFO’s caught on military aircraft cameras released to the public. This is from 2012.
More and more we are seeing actual footage of alien type anomalies reported and making the news. Is Trump allowing the American people to actually see some of the truth about this subject to grasp how we react? Was the 1947 Roswell crash true? Are we being groomed to allow us to learn the truth or is it all lies and deception?
Will we ever know the truth about Area 51?
It is no secret that I am a huge science fiction fan. It is also no secret that in many of my novels currently selling worldwide, I talk about the danger of being discovered by an alien interloper.
While Hollywood paints this picture of friendly aliens trying to phone home or aliens that are benevolent that want to come and assist us, I fear that the more accurate representation of aliens would be that of Independence Day!
Had someone asked me when Carl Sagan was sending a roadmap to the earth on a golden record out into space complete with our human anatomy on it, I might have dissuaded him.
I found it interesting the other day when Michio Kaku said we do not need to be meeting with any aliens. He said it would be like an intellectual trying to talk with a squirrel.
I disagree “respectfully” with him, however. I think it would be more like an intellectual trying to talk with a cockroach.
The significance is that they would think nothing of squashing a cockroach, and at least a squirrel has some redeeming qualities.
In The Saga of the Starduster, one of my latest novels, I humorously portray what an alien society might make of earth and its population. While my point was on target, I try to always interject humor.
The absolute truth is that we are a people ruled by our emotions. The society that abducts Don has decided to do away with feelings as they are unpredictable and can cause war.
Our petty squabbles on this planet are purposeless. We go to war for what someone else has. From Cain and Able to modern day, we go to war if not literally then certainly figuratively. We get this case of the “by gods” and stop listening to anyone else’s point of view.
No, I fear that the visits, if they are indeed happening are trying to decide just how dangerous we are. Should we be allowed to leave our planet? They might be researching what our natural resources are before deciding what to do with us.
Currently, as we presently are, I would say we have no business greeting other races outside of the human race. Can you imagine the bigotry that we have today on any difference what so ever pushed out into a population of aliens who can travel light years in hours?
Given technology to reach to the stars would be dangerous for advanced civilizations.
Some of the happiest, most well-adjusted people that I know, are people who have very damned little stuff or money. They make do with what they have. Family, friends, enough to eat and nobody messes with them, is what they want.
The better off people are it seems to me the more screwed up that they are. Is that just my perception?
I once met a man in an elevator going to see his oncologist. We were in a clinic in Houston, I was bringing things up to the doctor to sell him. As we waited for the elevator the water from the recent rain shower, we both walked in from the parking lot, dripped off us. There were puddles on the tile floor as we closed our umbrellas and tried to look as though we had just not left a sauna. I was not thrilled with the weather and wished that I was not working that day. I was, in fact, sure that a warm bed with a purring feline and good book would have been a much better use of my time.
Man, was I wrong!
I asked him how he was, and he said… “Every day the good lord lets me wake up and suck air, is a good day!”
I never forgot that bit of wisdom from an old gray-black gentleman. He was wearing a suit to see his doctor, and I was thrilled to meet him. That meeting was the most important meeting of that day and probably that year.
We should all be like that!
I stopped complaining that day. Changed my life. I was there doing my job, and he was there to see how much life he had left. He was happy and cheerful, even in Houston’s miserable hot rain.
In a way, I would like to try and live in an Amish community for a bit. The more that I know about the world that we live in, the less content that I am. Without the smartphone reminding me every few moments about how evil Trump is, or why the Democrats are so great, just possibly I might think for myself.
Why Yahoo news has joined with the likes of Facebook and Google to cast dispersions on the president of the United States is beyond me.
“How can a people this advanced be this damned stupid!”
If you want to take over a country you take over the media. Google, Facebook, and Yahoo are the media that most look at for their news. Ninety-Seven percent of it is negative on Trump! Even with American’s getting fatter paychecks they still trash Trump. Why?
It would be ok if they were balanced but they are not. Every report on the president has a negative spin on it. Triggered much Google?
Stupid might not be the correct adjective. Possibly we are just short-sighted. Our values seem to be turning upside down and for what reason? Who is selling this pack of lies and why?
We can only hope that if we are being visited by aliens from another galaxy or solar system, that they are more intelligent and benevolent than we are.
From what we have seen of them “which is very limited” it would appear that they do not comport with our understanding of physics. Flying at right angles at incredible speeds would not fit our understanding of physics. They have apparently figured out how to manipulate time.
While it appears to us that they are moving at right angles at incredible speeds they are just cruising along in a “different time zone” if you will, and when they need to get away from us they just change the time variable.
Time as we understand it is incorrect. It is not a constant as most of the world believes.
Are you ready for some me time? Who loves you Baby!
Amazon already released It!
In our first book of the series, Hal and Judy travel to the piney woods near the top of a mountain in California. It is here that Phil and his wife Eva host a class for folks who want to discover who they are.
It is called enlightenment.
The theory is that until you know who you are and what you are about you will not function correctly in life. There is real theory where some of us are mechanical in nature. We do things because our parents did these things.
If you harken back to the animal kingdom, you might remember that creatures do things that are programmed into their DNA. There are no advanced classes for birds on flying. No aerodynamic courses for them they just innately do it.
We, MAN just innately do certain things without knowing why.
Phil and Eva seek to strip the veneer of false mechanical actions away and start again with the truth.
Judy, having a tough time of their marriage convinces, her husband that they need to go and learn how to like themselves and know themselves. Hal just wanted all this nonsense to go away so he could get back to being the capitalist that he was.
Loving his wife he agrees, and off they go to find themselves in a camp full of nudist. The cabin that they are to stay in has no curtains, and the bathroom, shower and even bedroom have large windows where anyone can see in no matter what they are doing.
Stripping away their clothes and privacy, they soon realize that they are not so much different from anyone else.
Once past this façade, Phil digs in deeper exposing the monsters that we all have. Judy has a shady one that comes to life as she meets a man who is dark, handsome and mysterious and he is also known as cruel and sadistic. Her monster wants to know more about him and his antics.
Book one is a kind of book that has a good plot, a good story and enough titillation that you will want to read it when you are alone, not at work or if the kids are still awake.
Without giving it away, book 2 is a continuation of the story.
I asked my readers “you” if there were enough interests in creating a continuation.
The e-mail box soon filled up with Hell Yes!”
With the characters still fresh in my mind I wrote book two for you.
In this book, we learn much more about Judy and her monster. We also learn of her college roommate and some other characters which join them making this a fun filled action packed romp through the recesses of your fantasies. Whether you are a guy looking for hot erotic fiction or a lady looking for a naughty thrill to keep you warm by, I have it for you here.
Writing for both genders is a little challenging, and that is why I crafted them both this way. This kind of writing makes me a much better novelist.
They are both together about the price of a Latté. Support us independent authors so we can keep you entertained.
I love the comments and feedback and appreciate when someone gives me a suggestion like, for this book.
Placing myself in just about any character once I get into the mindset, I usually can come up with a story worth reading.
I have been asked by a local theatre group to write a screenplay.
There must be software created for screenplay creation. Once I get that and figure it out, I guess I will take a stab at it.
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“I knew and know many like that and it is fun.” Frequently I will go to bookstores where aspiring authors are and buy their book and visit with them. Even if the book is terrible, I will get them to sign it. I have bought some real stinkers over the years but, I am not the end-all of knowledge. Just possibly some people will like it so….. What is $20 here and there?
As promised you who follow me here will know about it first!
I finished the editing process today. I think you will like this book as much if not more than the first in the series. No matter what you enjoyed about the first book, this one has as much, if not more than the last.
When Hal ignores his wife’s needs for love while focusing on work, Judy first finds love in the arms of her college roommate. Realizing that there are more kinds of love than pure sex, Judy talks Hal into going to a place that claims that they teach a path to enlightenment.
Stripping away the many facades that people surround themselves with (clothing being one,) Hal soon finds that he is in a place in the woods full of naked people.
Exercises designed to promote enlightenment, release the monster inside of Judy, while also providing Hal, many receptive young ladies to entertain. Judy is attracted to a mysterious dark man who has a reputation for being cruel. Her desire to live out a fantasy brings her into the lair of this person who is known to be sadistic. Daring to tempt fate she flirts with danger willing to risk it all, including public humiliation to be sated as her personal monster demands.
In book II
Acknowledging her need to learn more about herself, Judy and Sally go back to Shangri-La after trying to figure out their demons in East Texas.
As if life was not complicated enough, Heidi enters into the picture along with her brother Karl, who is a real honest to goodness movie star and also well known in the Adult Movie Venue.
The girls want him to notice them as Hal takes a sabbatical with Heidi.
From photo shoots to movie shoots the girls learn more about themselves leaving them wanting.
Follow the adventures of Judy, Sally, Jenn and now Heidi and Hal as they learn what enlightenment is about while baring it all to strangers, production crews and to each other.
In Typical TW style, you will probably not be able to guess how the story will end.
As a person with many years of business acumen, I could not help but notice the trend of smartphones in use in just about any workplace.
From the film about the infamous Roy Crock we heard the phrase, “if your leaning you should be cleaning.” This phrase came back to me today as I ate my lunch at some quaint little restaurant on the square in McKinney Texas.
This place is a new place that is also a bakery. One woman in the back was always on the move decorating cakes and cookies. I watched her for a bit as I ate and she never took a break for even a drink. The manager or possibly her husband/owner went back to speak with her, and she never stopped working while they talked. I think it was business related as the look on his face was one of concern and not one of lighthearted banter.
Now, let’s talk about the waiters and waitresses. The young lady behind the counter responsible for drinks also never stopped working. The two on the floor were attentive enough but, were always on their phones. Was there cleaning that they could have been doing?
If they are on their phones texting or who knows what, their eyes are not on the customers or possibly assisting someone else.
You can always tell the people who have something to lose vs. the hired help. It is much easier today with the smartphone.
In office buildings, I see workers with phones in their hands or on their desk. Often they are in their hands.
I cannot help but wonder if the addiction to these devices is more detrimental than we realize.
Just last week I was on a short road trip to a customer’s place where an 18 wheeler driver was all over the road. Backing off there were several times that he came within inches of clipping guard rails. The driver was out of his lane more than he was in it.
Someone honked at him as he jerked it back into his lane. Within moments he was back to doing what I call the dance. It would be interesting to know how many people have died playing with smartphones while driving.
I finally passed him, and he did not even look up as he was focused on his phone.
From Texting to Social media to looking for the elusive Pokémon creature, smartphones are not smart.
Mine is set to not bother me while I am driving. If someone texts me, they are alerted to the fact that I am driving and I will not get their text until I stop. I would encourage everyone who drives and has a phone to set it like that.
My calls funnel through the car system via blue tooth which is just fine.
There are many inexpensive devices to use your blue tooth enabled phone to go through your car stereo. If your car is not equipped with it now, a method via a cheap device which plugs into your lighter adapter is available for just a few dollars.
I would be remiss if I did not mention that most of the customers were also on their phones and tablets even when they were sitting with others at the same table.
“Hello, I am here!”
Our social skills in this world are de-evolving I think. Practice loving one another, and that starts by listening to them and not reading some mindless chatter on social media and hitting like.
On the book front, I am wrapping up book two of Nudists in Shangri-La. I am excited about the story. I have managed to take a titillating story and put some meat into it so not only will you be entertained but, there is an actual plot that makes all sorts of sense.
If the interests are there, I could write a third in the series. I want you all after you read it, to tell me.
As far as these blogs, I appreciate the follows and comments. If you like the blog, I think you can press it or republish it on your site. I believe….
You followers of my blog and Twitter accounts get the first bit of news of what is going on. When I run a sale on something, you folks are the only people that know about it. That is my way of thanking you for following me.
As an aside let me tell you about the place I ate.
The food was good. The presentation was good. The price was reasonable. For a shop on the square, it is what I expected. Had the staff not been always on their phone, I probably would not have noticed it. I see this everywhere I go but, when you are dealing with the public, perception is everything.
If I had a nit it would be this. I ordered a Dr. Pepper and I heard her open the can behind the counter. She poured half of it into a water glass full of ice.
As a rule, I don’t drink beverages out of cans. When I buy them at the store, I find them in bottles or I don’t drink them. I prefer glass bottles over plastic, but plastic over aluminum.
Having said that, my drink was empty and she did not offer to re-fill it. I paid a high price for a half can of soda. That is a nit… If I go back I will stick with water.
I hope the week is good for you! I look forward to getting this next book released to you soon.
Many of you know that my closest friend was sick. My friend passed, and last week was the funeral. I was tasked with providing the Eulogy.
As a writer, I am blessed as I can turn a colorful phrase, provide an anecdote that people will resonate with, and make sure that I keep it light.
As a friend, this was one of the hardest things that I have ever written. I knew this person intimately. As a matter of fact, I knew them better than anyone else alive. It was only fitting that I was tasked with the Eulogy.
There are many stages of grief, and I am still at the guilt stage. I wanted them to hang around longer, fight harder and don’t let the bastards win. My friend was tired of the battle and the doctors and ready to go be with the lord.
The guilt is from I was thinking about me, and not them.
I am sure I will be turning the corner and running into lonely soon enough, as the hard cold facts settle in.
My friend is no more.
The phone number will cease to work and my caller id will no longer pop up with that name.
The difference between myself and even my parents was that when I breathe my last breath, I am hoping not to have too many of those “I should have or could have done this or that’s, undone.”
You are in control of your destiny. It is easy to blame someone else, but when it comes down to it, you are in control.
How badly do you want it?
To distract myself while my friend was in the process of dying I accepted a challenge to write a novel that is somewhat racy. A complete work of fiction of the 50 shades variety has garnered more attention than any of my other published works, and I just released it.
An email from a naturist wanted to read a book about that subject. They had just red Cyber Subs and liked it, so I blended naturism and 50 shades type material together.
It was not a matter of should have or could have, it was a matter of just doing it.
It is one of those fun reads that you read late at night on your Kindle when the kids are asleep.
If you are like me when I read before I go to sleep, often times I find elements of what I read in my dreams. Kind of fun if you have a vision like that and don’t wake up with red stripes on your backside. 🙂
My friend that passed knew me well too. My friend was a constant companion for many years and in fact my personal cheerleader. If I wrote a Sci-Fi great. If I wrote a young adult story, Great. If I write something like Nudist of Shangri-La, great! If I write about witches super. Whatever I write about is just that, a creative story that will resonate with some, and not with others. That is ok.
The question is, what do you want to read? What will sell?
I was editing the story last night before I went to bed. You can make notes on your Kindle, did you know that?
Anyway, I was reading the 11000-word sex scene that will entice you to not put the book down. Reading it from the frame of mind of an editor, I didn’t recognize my handiwork. If you did not know me one would wonder what kind of person I was?
I am a writer that can put myself in any mindset I choose to. I could be a nun or religious nut in one story, or a mass murderer in another. I can pilot a spaceship from one galaxy to the next, and stand toe to toe with NASA’s brightest in the next.
I am a writer. I am only limited by my imagination and time.
“You can be that too.”
Many of you who read my blog are bloggers and authors. I follow you, and as time permits I look at what you have written. Most of you are quite talented.
Turn all of your “should haves” into “I did that!”
When the bell tolls make sure that there is nothing left on the table. Live your life!
Thanks for all the well wishes during this somewhat rough patch of road. Who knows, tomorrow I may meet a new person who will need a friend like me.
Judy was not sure she wanted what Steve had to offer, her inner demon changed her mind.
Often I get e-mails asking if I would consider writing about this or that… The ideas are appreciated, and sometimes I give them a whirl.
Someone who liked Cyber Subs asked if I would write about Naturism or Nudists?
Hmmm, I see many books like that on Amazon, and I touch on it in Hole in Time and Saga of the Starduster but, since they liked Cyber Subs, I thought, what if I create a book that touched on that subject and…Dom Sub stuff?
You may be asking how in the world did I do that?
Well, what if a young couple was having issues in their marriage. The wife had a friend from college that she sort of kind of had a fling with way back when experimenting in school as many do, and the same friend from out of the blue finds a pamphlet about a place in the hills of California that brags they teach a path to enlightenment. This friend (Sally) sends it to Judy asking her “can we do this?”
What the hell does enlightenment have to do with having no sex life and nudism you asked?
That was the twist, how do I make that work and create a fun story full of naughtiness that will entertain even the men who read such things, and will undoubtedly treat the ladies who read 50 shades or other similar novels.
So there is something in here for everyone..over 18…please…thanks
Hal, the guy that ignores his wife gets suckered into going up to this place in the mountains when he learns it is kind of like a commune. His wife went the year before and got wild with it. She wanted to take her husband and go back in hopes that a little nudity and a few of the exercises that promote a path to enlightenment might get him to see that she needs love, and not just the usual once a month crap. “ouch, did I strike a nerve?” Sorry….
While they’re doing the exercises, a tall, dark gentleman sees her and tries to get something going with her. Finding herself in a group with him and four other men in it and Judy the only lady, the antics turn up the fire a few notches as she now is interested in this blue-eyed man who has a reputation for being sadistic.
“Can you imagine being naked in a group of 6 people and you are the only female? One of the challenges was to have one person lay in the middle for 30 minutes, and have each person simultaneously put oil on you and massage you leaving no place unexplored.” “Yeah, that is what I thought when my characters came up with that bit of naughtiness.” “no rude bits untouched or unmolested..” mmmm No not a lunchtime read…no…
Having five men touching her at one time (putting their fingers everywhere) did not do it, she wanted to feel this guy’s whip on her and then be fucked stupid!
Judy, Hal’s wife spies on Steve (the rude dude) to watch him put stripes on his wife’s ass and, she comes back for more.
They play rough!
Judy wants in, she thinks.
The standard inner argument occurs where she rationalized everything to sate the demon inside her, known as her dark side. (we all have them)
This story will undoubtedly entertain the person who gave me the idea, and I think it will delight anyone who liked 50 shades.
There are well over eleven thousand words just for the one scene that you all want to find! I will not tell you where it is my lovelies, you will have to seek it out. Take heart, there are few wasted words in this novel and each chapter is worth reading and enjoying. This is not your typical lunchtime read as this will get some things going in that part of your brain that gets the juices stirring…Yes, I said juices…
It is actually not a dark novel, it is adult, very adult and a fun read.
This is not my usual type of story. I just wanted to prove to this person that if you give me enough of an idea that I can work with, I can create a book in less than a week! That includes editing and creating a cover. So much for my vacation!
Listen, I hope that you all had a very productive and happy Valentine’s day!
I certainly hope that it was more than roses and chocolate! If not, Bon Appetit and I am sorry… Try Merlot with dark chocolate. Not as good as an orgasm but, undoubtedly delicious…
The book was uploaded an hour ago, check my author page, and it will show up soon.
With Valentine’s day a few days away I wanted to give you all deal from me to you.
A significant sale on one of my favorite romance novels regularly priced at $4.99 This month of February 2018 Diamond Joe is going for $2.99. Don’t wait.
What happens when two women meet for the first time and click?
Donna is a Journalism professor at a small college in South Carolina. Working with her students to make sure they learn, she never just gives away a grade.
Steve, Donna’s husband a Journalist for the New York Times, takes ill and passes away with pancreatic cancer. Selling their house in the city, Donna moves out to her parent’s plantation. Forty-five minutes from town living on over a thousand acres of land, Donna is content to live there with her horses and the seabirds as her company.
Dane, a young student from a farm in Iowa, takes Donna to task about her criticism of his work. The theme from Mrs. Robinson plays through her head as she contemplates what she will do with the young Quarterback.
Messing with his mind, she has him read a book about one of England’s famous dominatrix’s planting a seed in Dane’s head to stir him up.
Fate would play into their lives as Dane has a friend back in Iowa who happens to train racehorses and Donna had one that needed training.
Sam, short for Samantha, flies out to South Carolina where both the two ladies learn more about themselves in one day than they had in a lifetime.
Diamond Joe is about love, courage, and passion as Sam overcomes many obstacles to take Diamond Joe to the Kentucky Derby.
You will laugh, cheer, and cry as you make your way through this well put together novel. TW does not believe in sad endings so take heart! Diamond Joe is one of those books you will want to read again and again.
Thanks for the follows, tweets and of course purchases!
70 odd years ago some scientist came up with a way to quantify when the world would end. They coined the phrase or dubbed their theory as the Doomsday clock. As the cold war ended, we moved 17 minutes back from midnight which is the furthest away from MAD (mutually assured destruction) that the world has ever been according to these brilliant (cough) scientists.
Midnight is the precipice of cataclysmic destruction at the hands of E-MC2. When all hands point north, the genii of atomic fusion will be released on the peoples of the world, which would indeed end the planet for eons to come.
Are you scared?
Man in his utter foolishness has created the ultimate weapon, and now every rogue nation on the earth feels the need to have the most enormous gun ever created! I think that they are overcompensating for the lack of a bulge in their pants. Why just buy a Corvette if you can have an arsenal of nukes?
Here is a better question, why spend your countries meager dollars on something that you cannot use? If you even think that these are a viable option well, just buy a Corvette! You will feel younger quickly in a Vette and it is much cheaper!
Look at this shiny object over here, pay no attention to that man behind the curtain! Oh, look the doomsday clock just moved 20 seconds closer to midnight! Let’s talk about that!
Never mind that FBI stuff that is showing corruption at the highest levels of the government!
Chicken little of course thought that the world was ending immediately. For the victims of the holocaust, their world did end.
With all of the genocidal events of this world, their world ended as well. In many cases, history was re-written to cast a different face on times past than what actually happened.
Man is his own worst enemy. Through the entirety of the “human race,” the human heart is central to the theme of doom! Greed, Narcissism and the need to manipulate the masses are what we see on the news almost every day.
Those that go to DC poor as church mice, and soon become millionaires as a public servant should be the tale that everyone should judge by. Where the hell is CNN on that story? If you become rich as a public servant, you are a crook.
Politicians make decisions by polls. Schumer caved shutting down the government because poll numbers showed that it made Democrats look bad. Even with the #trumpshutdown hashtag running rampant by bots on Twitter, polls showed that Americans were not fooled.
Putting the needs of millions of illegal’s before the American Citizen was not polling well for poor old Schumer, so he backed down.
If the illegal people here in America had any smarts, they would leave. What the Democrats have in mind for them is indentured servitude. Of course, with more supply, there will be less demand so citizens will also be slaves to the rich, wealthy and well connected.
California will soon have two classes of people, gods, and insects. The middle class is leaving the state as the rulers (gods) are nuts. So they will have the super wealthy and well connected in their ivory towers and the slaves to take care of them.
If polls were to show that all of America wanted pot legalized it would be sanctioned. Politicians are controlled by two things, their donors (special interests groups) and poll numbers.
Mega-corporations, Unions, and other influential groups are the special interests which place their interests above yours. Politicians are always in campaign mode. Everything that they do is predicated on how it will affect their chances at re-election.
Those bills that Congress writes are drafted by a lobbyist for special interests groups.
How is it that all of my government classes never mentioned Ave K? Why is it that it took me getting involved with the process to learn that he who has the gold makes the rules?
Why did they not teach us about how there is one set of laws for you and I and another for the folks that make the rules or have the gold?
Why do you think we are just now learning that journalism in this country is dead? News outlets are now propaganda outlets pushing false narratives feeding the late night comedians with talking points to further solidify their contempt for the American people?
Yes, I said American people, not Trump, not the GOP, or the DNC, they hate you and I. They don’t respect our constitution or our system of laws, so they have no problems lying to us. In short, they hate the people who provide the money that they need to live in their ivory towers while they look down upon the little folks. They truly live like gods on the backs of Americans.
Some of the wealthiest counties in the country are all around DC. How is that possible do you suppose?
This Doomsday clock is just a distraction from reality. This corruption at the head of the FBI is taking over the narrative so they must change it. Their lackeys at the news outlets are not having much luck swaying many people, as their credibility is toast, but they continue to push this Russia narrative hoping that those that do hate Trump will rally around them.
Hate is an easy emotion to control you with and they know it!
The latest talking point is Mueller wants to speak to Trump under oath. Since there is no there there, they were in hopes that Trump would decline as this is now a perjury trap and anyone with a brain should know it. If Trump declines, that will be the narrative feeding the Russia collusion conspiracy tin foil hat network news.
Undoubtedly they have conversations taped of then-candidate Trump and they want to ask him them. Did you ever say this or that? If he says anything other than what is on the tape (illegally obtained) they get him on perjury.
This would then lead to impeachment which would make the left so happy they would be delirious. Even if the economy suddenly tanked, they would have a troublemaker out of the mix. Then they could blame the GOP and everyone that voted for Trump.
Breaking News! CNN and MSNBC we see through your bullshit! We don’t care!
This is about deflection and distraction away from the evidence of corruption at the head of the FBI. They are in fact playing a dangerous game of chess with the American people being the only ones to lose. This is a no-win scenario for the American citizen!
No matter how this plays out we lose!
When the American taxpayer sees the increase in their paycheck what will the propaganda look like then? When American’s 401K’s are much healthier how will they dump on that?
I heard one reporter giving all the credit to him who shall remain nameless. The Overlord of DC who is still trashing his successor in very un-presidential fashion.
Henny Penny or the chicken little media trying to control the narrative, to plow the road for Democrats in the mid-terms will most assuredly keep up the tempo of their attacks.
I am not a sycophant for either side of this coin. I am outside the forest looking in, and I can see the trees. The question is, can you?
Those that only watch the propaganda networks become useful idiots for the gods. These are the gods who want a good supply of insects (worker bees,) so they don’t have to pay them much to do their bidding. These are the gods that make a new version of slaves out of the very people trying to flee from a government who already takes advantage of them. They are indeed victims, and our gods don’t care.
If they import more insects, it does not only become about the economics of supply and demand, but these insects traditionally vote Democratic! History is repeating itself! Blacks will no longer be the useful idiots or relevant to the gods as they have found their replacements.
These replacements will also take from that limited supply of government assistance for their families leaving fewer resources for those that they replaced. Oops.
Jorje Ramos and his ilk will feed the lies to them keeping them subdued and hospitable while doing slave labor for the gods.
Is this dark enough? Sadly this is a well-traveled path in history, and we are at it again, this time coopting Mexicans and anyone else that comes through our southern border.
Hello Mexico, fix your damned country! Take your country back from those that have stolen it from you. Wait you cant? Why not? Oh, they took your guns away….
Do you folks in the UK see any parallels here? How about Austrailia, how are you doing down there?
No, we will not surrender our guns here in this country.
Read and understand history or you will not see it coming when it happens again. This can be the only explanation for the reason that so many Americans voted for a Socialist thinking that was a good thing!
My current project is coming along nicely. Novel #27 of my library of books will be one of my best novels yet!
My next novel is called Gods and Insects, and I am in hopes to release it late spring!
The story writes itself!
Having an outside nonpartisan view of the world and a really great understanding of history, I see the parallels and can extrapolate the tired old tropes of the rich and powerful vs. you and I and every other schlub just trying to get by in life.
For the record, I do not see us as schlubs or insects or any other pejorative term you might think of. In fact, I think we are the generation who will rise up and stop the gods from fulfilling their dark, sinister attempts at enslaving an entirely new generation of immigrants and Americans.
We must resist PC speak.
We must resist removal of and deletion of our history.
We must fight for all of our amendments and the Constitution.
When the world seems upside down, you must have a knowledge of history so you can stop the cycle of madness! We have been systematically dumbed down by the system, and it is time tell Chicken Little to finish crossing the road and stop spreading lies. We are on to you!
Take a look at some of my novels on Amazon or Smashwords.
The Saga of the Starduster is rife with entertainment and still is my number one best seller. The book takes you to new worlds and lets you live among a race of nudists.
Ghost Signal of Colorado Springs is moving up the charts. This is my latest creation. When aliens from two different planets discover earth, the crosshairs become targeted on us as the fight for who owns the planet
Under Roswell is still holding its own in international sales. Discovering a viable intergalactic craft under the ground in Roswell NM Elliot and his girlfriend become its new caretaker. Time Travel and galaxy saving antics will keep you entertained for some time.
Diamond Joe is getting some great comments, and I appreciate it! This book will surprise you! If you like horses and romance and courage and you are not squeamish about two women finding one another, this is a great story! I promise to tug at your heart!
The Girl Nextdoor has been moving up the charts too! I think that this is one of my favorite tales of rags to riches story and love. Sally finds that love comes in all shapes and sizes while discovering that her love of music has its own rewards.
Cyber Subs is a slightly naughty erotic novel about webcams and models and remote Doms, This book is looked at over 3000 times every day on just one server that I get stats on. Would you like to read a story about the underbelly of the internet? Does love and romance of two ladies do anything for you? What if you were asked to remove your clothing on webcam for god knows how many people watching and tipping you. This novel pushed the limits of reality which is shocking when you see that it really does happen right now as I type this description.
I have many other novels out there, but these are just a few. Thanks for the follows, re-tweets and of course you who follow my blog here. I love keeping up with each of you and am looking forward to many more of you joining us as we discover the literary world together.
Those of you who follow me know that I am somewhat of a foodie. Just because I am not overweight does not mean that I don’t enjoy the food. In fact, I love the flavors, texture and so much more about eating than just performing some function.
Eating is critical to life but, why not enjoy it?
Today I was running around and stopped by the Galleria. I like to shop in case you did not catch that from my many posts. While I may or may not purchase anything, I want to get out among people, talk to them and live that life that I love so much.
Before leaving the Galleria, I stopped at the Mexican food place down by the skating rink. Watching the young ladies work together with trainers to learn to skate for a few moments reminded me of my young self-spending time on frozen ponds up north where they can do such things.
Enjoying the company of a friend our conversations were sidetracked when I noticed one of the wait staff coughing and sneezing around food. “Oh crap, that is not good.”
A young man brought our food, but still, I was watching her. This young woman wiped her running nose with her hand and went back to getting chips out of the machine for another guest.
I won’t belabor the point anymore on this person’s poor hygiene. There is another more pressing point to this blog that I want to drive home.
The flu shot this year missed the mark. It was ineffective. Flu deaths are on the rise and emergency rooms at some of the local hospitals are crowded with Flu victims. Here is this young lady coughing, runny nose wiping her viral or bacterial laden mucus on her hands and clothing and then serving your food.
This dinner was at a Mexican Food place somewhat upscale in the Galleria in Dallas. If I saw this as a patron who pays attention to details, I must wonder how many other places we eat at have employees with poor hygiene.
While Traveling not too long ago, I was in a place where a trip to the bathroom had me witness a server leaving the bathroom after doing their business without washing their hands. I sent a letter to the place as an FYI with no follow-up or recognition from the place. So I won’t go back there.
I would call on all food service places to drive the point of proper hygiene home to their employees. The flu to a young reasonable healthy person may be just an inconvenience but that virus making its way to someone not near as healthy could be a death sentence.
I think it is also worth mentioning that here in Texas and many places in the US we have this very beautiful looking tree called a Cedar Juniper.
Why am I talking about a tree when I am trying to weave a cautionary tale about hygiene and the flu?
Simple actually. This tree causes Cedar Fever. These trees are everywhere and pollinate on such a massive scale that they affect too many to count.
Itchy watery eyes to sinus issues start out the “fever.”
The pollen a little thing that resembles a sandbur attacks your sinus cavities and cause them to react by, producing more mucus to wash away the offending trigger. The irritated sinus cavity swells and traps pockets of slime where bacterial now have this beautiful warm moist place to set up house. Bacteria multiply quickly, and now you have a bacterial infection all started with a little pollen.
Cedar Fever season runs parallel with Flu Season. Coincidence?
My point to this is the flu, and simple allergies might be an easy miss diagnosis. Once an infection sets up house, your body reacts. Raising your temperature to fight the antagonist has the patient now feeling quite miserable along with a plugged up head, sore throat and so on. A person with a weakened immune system might be adversely affected enough by secondary pneumonia.
If these things are so nasty why in the world are they planted along major highways, in every yard and just everywhere?
On cold winter nights, you might look up at the moon and see a halo around it. That halo could be and often is caused by the massive amounts of this very pollen in the atmosphere!
If you become ill this season before you go diagnosing yourself check with your doctor. Yes, they are busy this time of year as this pollen is particularly nasty. If you reach down and it feels like your head is about to explode you probably have Cedar Fever but take care, there is hope.
Visit your doctor about things you can do to mitigate the effects of this pollen, so you don’t have to suffer year after year.
If you are like me and don’t like the idea of wait staff not taking care to observe proper hygiene, I will share with you a few simple tricks that I do when I go to a restaurant.
Before I share that however let me just say that eating out to me is not about feeding this machine to have the energy to write pithy blogs or tales of immoral sexuality on some alien world. To me eating out is an event! Indeed everything that I do including talking to you in this blog is an event! I treasure my time here on earth, and I value how I use it.
These blogs are one of my ways of giving back to a world that I have been on for some time. Yes, they are also about marketing my brand. AuthorTWScott is a brand that I treasure. With 26 books published and Number 27 already at 7000 plus words into it, I depend on you my readers to tell your friends and family about this excellent writer you know… LOL Ok how about above average?
Step one, get seated and take your time to look over the menu. While you are looking over the menu take notice of the cleanliness of the tables, floors, and windows if you are near them. While you are observing that, actually look at the surface of the menu itself. Is it clean? Were you aware that the cover of the menu is one of the most bacterial laden things you can touch in a restaurant?
Excellent eating establishments will have the buss people carry around a bottle of spray disinfectant that they will use after each table is cleared on both the table and the seats.
Look at the wait staff and just noticed their appearance. Are they sloppy dressed, do they appear to have just climbed out of bed and thrown clothes on? Yeah, don’t get those for wait staff. If they don’t care about their appearance, they probably don’t care about washing their hands either.
Now you go and wash your hands which is your last place to check and see if you want to eat there or not. Is the bathroom tidy? Is it cleaned and well maintained or is it a stinky mess? If their bathrooms are a mess then you should not eat there as that same kind of attention to the bathroom will most certainly be employed in the kitchen.
This is why I have favorite places that I go so I don’t have to go through this every time I eat out. One other trick if you like a place, and intend to go back, get to know the manager. Make friendly conversation with him or her and get to know their name. In future return trips, you might ask your server two things. What is their name and then ask if (Joe or Bob or Jane the manager) is working today?
This does two things, it puts your server on notice that you know who they are and that you know the manager. This is not a threatening thing, this is a friendly conversation between you and them. I clearly want to point out that I tip well and I expect friendly courteous service. TIPs actually stand for (To Insure Prompt Service).
I want and expect excellent service, but I reward it too. I get to know their name, and I use it. People like to hear their name, and they are no less a person than you are. They are choosing to do that line of work, and I want them to be the best at it that they can be. This starts with me by treating them as I would want to be treated. That includes a decent tip.
One life tip that I would also proffer that I actually learned from a waitress many years ago is this: If you cannot smile at your job, find another job. Life is too short to be miserable at what you do.
Ok, instead of working on my latest novel I am going to take some time to respond to a plethora of e-mails! It would seem that many of you like science fiction or in this case science supposition.
While gravitational lensing is a given, we have proof of it, what are the other implications?
In last night’s blog, we talked about a couple of UFO’s that were witnessed by very credible folks. In both cases, they appeared to be normal as far as flight characteristics. Then all of the sudden they just shot up at incredible speeds.
Our limited mind cannot comprehend how or why so many dismiss it as it was an optical illusion or it did not happen. Ok, but what if it did?
I genuinely do believe that it did happen because I do think outside the box. I am not locked into some stodgy person’s idea of what is and what is not. The scientists must, in fact, have open minds and be willing to admit that they are wrong.
Some scientist like some doctors cannot admit that they are wrong. They certainly don’t want to read what I write as a science fiction writer and take it seriously.
Hubris run amuck, and they are fools!
The first step in learning is to admit that you either don’t know or that you could be wrong.
The second step is to listen to diverse opinions and then be willing to accept that they may be right.
I have tweeted to two people that I respect in hopes that they might have the time to follow the link and proffer some insight on what I am putting forth. For Science fiction books it makes little difference but, remember that a lot of science that we have today started out as conjecture on some writers part.
Case in point Dick Tracy. No not science fiction but it hit me today as I was walking in the store and my phone rang. My watch hooked to my phone via Bluetooth was there telling me who it was. Pushing the little green button on my watch I was soon talking into it much like the old Dick Tracy comics of old. Yes, it took 50 years or so but Viola, I have the ultimate Dick Tracy watch!
So how does gravitational lensing work?
The gravity of an object is so strong that it warps space. This is also a crucial element to time travel.
As I stated last night, I think that space-time is local to the amount of gravity that an object or an accumulation of objects have. The difference between the earth and one of the planets is probably not significant enough to measure.
For our purpose if space is warped by gravity and space is actually space-time then the time constant of that space-time is different than that of ours here on earth. Did you follow that?
The sunspots, those huge storms that seem to go on forever I don’t think actually do go on forever. The mass of the sun or the immense gravity I believe has the sun in its own time zone. Those storms on the sun are actually occurring much faster but to us, the observer here on earth they seem to be so slow!
The same is true if you could witness something around a black hole.
The object that was about to be pulled apart at the atomic level would experience things just like we do here. The difference is if we the observer watched them it would take forever from our perspective! The closer they got the slower they would appear to go.
The storms on the sun if we could tolerate being in the same time zone as the sun would be much faster.
This brings us to quantum physics which I just love!
Particle physics is such a fun concept to ponder. If we examine the double slot experiment that has puzzled the masses, it makes no sense. What if that other photon, when observed, is doing something different another than location? Instead of asking where did it go how about when did it go?
As far as lensing is concerned, if the gravity is strong enough to warp space and we agree that space and time are related than I think we can also agree that my postulations of zoned time make sense.
Around large massive objects, the time zone is different than smaller objects. Inside the heliopause, time is relatively constant as far as measuring distances with the speed of light. In the void outside the solar system I think that is a different zone and again, outside the influence of the Milky Way (the void between galaxies), we would once again find that time was different.
I have been asked what limits the speed of light?
What if the photons can only go so fast until they start to turn time backward? Between galaxies, I would guess that speed would change as the time zone of the density of that space would change.
If we could artificially make a ship appear smaller than a photon, then we could do what? We could go backward in time.
Since I don’t have a DeLorean to play with and the Flux Capacitor was the invention of another writer I invented the Space-Time Modulator.
In my novel Under Roswell, this alien race uses an untested version of the PITM to try to go back in time to save their race who has foolishly used a dark matter bomb as a show of force to quell an uprising from a group of misfits.
The bomb is so efficient and so terrible, it not only turns their planet into a sun but it starts to suck matter from other worlds into it very much like the Big Bang in reverse!
Under Roswell was the first novel I wrote and it took four years.
Yes, it could probably use some professional editing, but it is really a great read. Look past the your instead of you’re, or you and you will enjoy the read.
If you want to assist a fellow author make notes of the typos and tell me where they are. I will fix them in some future version.
Many of my thoughts on science things are in the book which is more believable than a garbage sucking DeLorean that hurls Michael J Fox into the future.
If you want to sample some of my novels for free, I have the Hole In Time series on Kindle Unlimited. These are lunchtime reads that have been very popular with folks from all over the world. I would love to hear your opinion!
Ok, it is late and tomorrow is a workday. I still have a Full-Time Job as I have no agent as of yet. Because of that, my books are super inexpensive because no agent is getting some significant cut of the profit.
Let me be clear I am not dissing agents. Good agents bring a lot to the table, and they are worth what they produce. If you know of one who wants to work with someone with a proven track record send them over here. We will both thank you!
I stopped writing query letters as that could be a full-time job right there. It takes 4 hours for each letter if you do it correctly.
Research the Agent or firm
Read and understand what they want to see and in what format.
Craft the letter exactly how they want to see it, they are all different.
Look at who they already represent and understand who those authors are and what they write.
It is at least a four-hour procedure to send an e-mail that has a chance at getting past their intern who is looking for dotted I’s and crossed T’s and some other information that we have no clue of what it might be.
I don’t have that kind of time or stamina. I have 26 published novels selling around the world. Amazon and Smashwords along with Barns and Nobles, Apple and a host of others are making money from what I do. The prices are dirt cheap because I am an independent author and while I work very hard to get my brand out there, I am still waiting for the first novel to go viral.
I even wrote a book much like 50 shades thinking that would most certainly do it. Over 3000 people look at that book every day! An earlier edition was hijacked and put on some site in some country that I cannot understand what the language is much less what it says.
If you are an author, I have many that follow me, I would love to hear from you.
I don’t have all the answers. I try and push ahead. The good news is that I do love what I do so it is not really a chore. I would love to write full time, but that is not in the cards currently.
Thanks for following me and reading my blogs and books!
Twitter is an excellent way to see what I am up to.
DM’s on twitter I would rather not do. I don’t have enough hours in the day for that and for some reason some guys must think that I am sexually deprived and send me a picture of their …stuff…
As a writer of some erotic material, I must say that some of their stuff, is impressive but truly, I don’t need to see it. I have painted nudes before, so the human body is beautiful; either sex. An imitation of Anthony Weiner I don’t need. If you need some loving go read Cyber Subs. That book is HOT! Even if it is dinner and flowers for one, that book will get you there. If you are dating your hand or BOB, that novel has promise!
Whether you are dating or married, don’t forget that Valentine’s day is right around the corner!
The answers are for the people who think outside the box!
As a science fiction writer, I often wonder what space travel would look like for “normal” folks.
If you have ever been stuck at your house because of inclement weather for a few days what happens? Cabin Fever. Not too many years ago we had snow here in Dallas that kept us all indoors for several days. We don’t have chains here in the south, and we don’t have snow shovels or snow machines.
A snow storm here in Texas is usually a pleasant diversion from the ordinary. Schools close at the first flurry, and people rush out to the stores to buy up supplies like they were going to be stuck for weeks on end. No, usually just a few hours to a few days tops.
Realizing that cabin fever is a reality for a few days, I have yet to travel to Australia, not because of money or lack of invitations but the sheer terror of being stuck on a plane for 20 hours! The only way I made it to Hawaii was to layover a few days in Vegas, catch Hawaiian air from there to Hawaii making that leg only six hours. Did the same on the return trip where I visited the spa at the Hard Rock and fell asleep during the massage.
That was somewhat troublesome when you think about it, naked and asleep while some person is kneading your body and you have no idea if you enjoyed it or not! Or did they enjoy it….? No, let’s not go there….
So let’s take it to the next step.
How long does it take to get to Mars?
For argument’s sake let’s say a year.
A year without going to the mall.
A year without Facebook or any of the other trappings of life that you are used to.
A year of drinking processed urine… Yuck!
A year just to get to your destination and then what?
Why go to Mars, other than it is there?
It is not like you are going to go outside and catch some rays…
What if you get a toothache?
What if some other medical abnormality afflicts you?
Yes, they medically assess your body and rank you as far as your probability of having issues.
How many times have you heard of someone getting checked out by their cardiologist telling them that they are fine? Once they get checked out, they walk out the door and suffer a myocardial infarction?
Imagine you are so far from earth that messages take up to 15 minutes just to go one way?
That would make surfing the web really slow.
That would also eliminate the possibility of some surgeon on earth using something like the Da Vinci machine to remotely do surgery on you. Ruptured appendix, some accident you name it you must depend on a crewmate to do whatever it takes. What if you are the doctor and you need the emergency procedure?
So, you get to Mars, and you have managed not to see REDRUM on some wall.
Wisely NASA has kept all the axes off the ship.
Why go to Mars?
It is a cold dead planet that has been sterilized by the lack of atmosphere and radiation. No matter what mineral you found the cost of getting it from Mars to the Earth would be prohibitive.
Mars is not the final frontier. Getting to Mars and setting us some sort of colony would only be beneficial for what we would learn from it.
When situations arose, and we came up with workarounds to fix them as we have done in space travel before. Yes, we went to the moon, another cold dead rock in space.
As a science fiction writer, I have time travel as a component of space travel.
The physics we have today that we think we understand are not complete. Imagine taking the formula 2.1+2 and coming up with 4, not 4.1.
We are close, but we don’t have the point one or the point 000001. There is a margin of error which is enormous.
We don’t understand time. We think of it as linear, and it is not.
When you think outside the box, you realized that time is consistent with the zone that you are in.
Gravity warps space thus space-time. The time around the sun is different than the time around the earth. The time in this solar system is different than the time outside the solar system. Outside the heliopause time is different.
NASA has a conundrum on their hands in that the Voyager spacecraft are decelerating. They are slowing down.
“How can that be?”
There are many theories. The one they have settled on is based on a byproduct of the power supply on the craft. They assume that the tiny (infinitesimal) amount of heat produced by the reaction of the power supply is acting like an ion engine pushing against the fabric of space.
OK, nice try but could it be that space-time where the craft is, may not be the same as it is here?
The space-time around a black hole is much different than it is here so it only makes sense that the further away from sources of gravity “warped space” that time would act differently.
Now if true, that means that the distance between galaxies and stars is different as we perceive it to be!
What if the constant speed of light is not constant at all but fluid depending on the medium through which it travels?
Time is the next frontier. We need to understand the physics of gravity and time.
We mark time with our watch or a calendar which is punctuated by events, a series of linear events. I would posit to you that time is not linear at all. Dilation of time is provable, we need to take it to the next step.
If we assume that the recent reports of alien craft visiting this earth are accurate, and I am willing to believe that they are, then we must deal with the how and they why!
The craft over O hare shot up at an astounding rate, faster than a bullet.
The craft captured on the air force pilots camera took off at a similar rate.
If we stick to our stodgy understanding of physics, we just deny that it happened. “That is not possible as the inhabitants would be flattened against the inside of the ship… F=M.A don’t you know…? What you say happened does not fit our model of physics, therefore, it did not happen…! “But it did!”
In my latest novel and in Under Roswell I posit that time can be modulated or manipulated. If our alien friends switched their craft to a different time constant for them, they would just be floating along having a beautiful day. To us, they would shoot off like a bullet. That is what we saw so ergo we must assume that they have figured it out.
Why can’t we figure it out?
The first part of the problem is we have to think outside the box!
I am not sure why but a large part of my readers come from the UK. Not only here on the blog but from my book sales as well.
I find it amazing! Is it my dry sense of humor that attracts you?
I have a special affection for the UK which is actually quite diverse.
Some of my favorite authors come from there.
I love the sense of humor that seems rife with folks from there.
I am crazy about your accents!
Maybe we could get together and I could say “howdy ya’ll” and you could say something brilliant about afternoon tea.
I just wonder what a week in the UK would do to my linguistic skills? Or perhaps a week down under.
There are a few personalities that fascinate me from the UK. Two of them are polar opposites from one another and probably could not be in the same room with one another. Lily Allen and Katie Hopkins. I adore you both!
Before you run off thinking that I am mad let me tie this up for you.
They are both alike in many ways. While their politics are far from the same their attitudes are exactly the same. In your face, “I am right you are wrong, Fuck Off!” Both of them are totally polarizing figures. There seems to be little middle ground with them. The more you know about them the more you either loathe or love them. It is the later with me ladies.
I think Katie is actually very intelligent and if you argue with her and you make your argument with logic and intelligence you might score points. She is open to being wrong just show her with logic and intelligence. The loudest voice is not the way to win with anyone, least of all her. Katie, I would love to meet you! I think I have watched every one of your YouTube videos and I must say that the interview with you and Milo had me rolling! Way too much and too funny! If you tell me how I can get an autographed copy of your book I will buy it!
Lily Allen is such a strong feminist I am not sure if it is a positive thing or not. I would love to know where these songs come from. In my book The Girl Next Door I actually write a song in her style. My leading lady channels her a bit. The lyrics are in the book as the song is a large part of the story. Thus I had to write a song. The song is very much a Lily Allen type song.
My point to this is not everyone is all bad or all good. Everyone is different and I think we can all agree on that. Both Katie and Lily have strong personalities and neither of them are afraid to speak their mind.
I also like Amanda Palmer… She is married to another one of the authors that I like. Amanda is so brilliant I think that she borders on insanity. I love her, I truly do but she certainly seems to straddle that fence of sane or insane, (in my humble opinion.)
She does this TED talk and I valued it. I would love to sit in a room with her and just talk with her. Without the pressure of being on camera or recorded. I would love to crawl around in her head for a bit.
On a slightly different topic, my lineage happens to come from that area as well. It would seem that I am related to Winston Churchill. I had heard the stories for years but, I finally took the time to dig into the ancestry and the DNA bit. Yes, my mother’s mother was the connection.
I wonder what he would say today if he came back and saw the news. What would he think about what has happened to this country that he defended so valiantly? Katie, would he go Bonkers?
I have my own thoughts but they are superfluous to the conversation.
Anyway UK, I wanted to tell you that I noticed you and appreciate you!
I appreciate all of my readers from all over the world. Whether you are here on this blog or you actually go and read my novels. Reading my blog and commenting is a compliment to me.
My latest novel #27 is 3000 odd words thus far. I think its title will be Gods and Insects and currently, the dark world of DC is coming to fruition as I weave skullduggery into the plot.
My issue with this novel is that it requires me to think in a way that I am unaccustomed to. I have to channel a bad person.
The weekend is upon us. if you have the time, read one of my novels. With no agent as of yet, the price is dirt cheap! My most expensive novel out there is still less than a cup of Starbucks mocha frappe whatever it is.
Many of you are familiar with my writing as you have read many of my novels. Saga of the Starduster is still my number one best seller!
Reading my books is a nice accolade. Thanks so much for that!
Do you find it more challenging to write as the antagonist?
My latest novel #27 is about the abuses of influential people. Writing as the abuser or holier than thou personality I find very difficult. I am by nature a lover of people, not a person who wants to subdue folks and or kill them.
I admit that I knew I would probably face this difficulty when I started this novel but I did it anyway for this reason. To improve as an author, we must push ourselves. How far can I go? Can I embrace the male ego and find that heartless power hungry bastard that lives in most of us. Would it be easier as the female? That ego I understand.
I admit that it is a stretch to think in that way. I have said before that your characters must be believable and relatable. If you ever watched house of cards my character right now is that guy. Maybe I should watch it again and try to embrace the power-hungry take no prisoners kind of man he portrayed. Personally, I think his wife in the show was a much better villain that he was. She was cold and heartless but I liked her! LOL
Both were the kinds of villains that you love to hate, but yet you want them to succeed.
I honestly am sorry that he got caught up in the MeToo crap. I call it crap because that is what it was and is. Women are going to be damaged by this movement in ways that they cannot begin to fathom. We are allowing a victim mentality to take hold. I got news for you, women are strong and robust and can damn well say no! I don’t understand this “Don’t make a joke or I will be a victim and go to HR!”
In most of my novels, women are the stronger of the characters as that is how they are in life. If some fat slob comes out of the bathroom naked and wants you to watch, him masturbate FFS leave! For Oprah to admit, that is how you get ahead in this industry…FFS! Find another line of work! That kind of behavior is not acceptable, and I cannot believe that is lost on these Hollywood types. What the hell is wrong with you?
Rape is never OK!
Having said that for those that knew about this shit, and said nothing shame the fuck on you! How many people were damaged because of your silence? I often wondered why so many stars have committed suicide in the past. How long has it been “ok” to rape women while promising them a spot in some future film?
Why did Judy Garland or Marilyn Monroe succumb to drug overdoses? Those were only two of too many to mention. Could it have been that they were depressed and not happy with themselves for what they had to do to get ahead? “What do you think Oprah, is it possible?”
Silence in the face of evil is evil itself!
I cannot help but wonder how many will opt to hire a man over a woman to avoid any possible litigation in the future from a remark by a fellow employee. It will happen, and this metoo stuff will be on their mind.
I went off on this tangent because 20 years ago on the 17th was the anniversary of Clinton’s Lewinsky. “Listen very carefully America, I did not have a sexual relationship with that woman.”Yeah…Right…
Monika should be in her 40’s by now. Is she culpable for what happened? Should you know better at 22 years of age? Was she a victim?
Yes, she is culpable. No, she is not a victim! She was stupid, but not a victim.
I would encourage people in power to get some sort of body camera and have it recording when you are around and alone with someone of the opposite sex. In that way, you can prove your innocents of their guilt. That, of course, will exacerbate the issue of which I am alluding to.
Why should you need a body camera? I think it is possible that some women who are claiming victim status could be lying. I also believe that some men may be guilty of behavior that is not befitting of their stature. When the Congress has a slush fund of taxpayer money to pay off sexual abuse victims one has to wonder WTF?
Just maybe the swamp needs to be drained, and a light shone on everyone in it.
Today we learned that an X CIA officer was a double agent working for the Chinese. They had him under surveillance since 2006. They just arrested him today!
This person gave names of American Spies to the Chinese who rounded them up and executed at least ten of them, and some are still in prison. He gave all sorts of other secrets to the Chinese too, but we will probably never know the exact amount of damage this person caused.
On a final note, I as a writer would have trouble making this one up. Chelsea Manning is taking bizarre to a new level. This is taking sick to a new level.
This person gave 750,000 classified documents to WikiLeaks. While in prison he decides that he is indeed a she and gets the taxpayers to fund her transformation. “It is too bad they gave up shock therapy.”
As a parting gesture of goodwill or fuck Americans, President Obama pardons this person.
Years ago a court-martial under the espionage act meant a firing squad. Hard to dissuade bad behavior when we reward it like this!
Ok, I don’t really have a dog in this fight, that damage is done, and nobody with an ounce of sanity will let this person around classified documents ever again. Not so fast….
Someone with deep pockets is funding a campaign for her to run against an incumbent senator. Chelsea now wants to be a lawmaker. Ok, I as a writer would have trouble coming up with that one. She has already demonstrated that she has no use for the legal system so why become a creator of laws? We will hear more about this as she will get her 15 minutes of fame.
Who is funding her and why? Is this some sort of cruel joke?
Her ad was professionally created, this was no YouTube thing. I worked in advertising, and I can tell you that some money was spent to develop the message and the ad. The ad is dark and to me, caustic.
Politics is not where you want to be if you have a less than perfect history. Even if you were Jesus himself, the swamp creatures would tear you apart! Hell, Jesus would probably prefer dealing with the Pharisees and being nailed to the cross again, vs. dealing with politicians and a media that does not like you!
I actually have some empathy for this Chelsea person as this will not be pretty and will not end well.
I learned many years ago to opt out of controversial things like this as I have no control over it. As a trope to write about I guess one could add something like this to a story but who would believe it?
Taking my cue’s from the news, I suppose I could write about current events changing the names…LOL
No, the news is too toxic for me. Watching even a little of it just pisses me off. If I am pissed I lose my ability to create, write and so on. The news is my kryptonite!
In the spirit of the day “Not my Monkeys, Not my circus!”
Ghost Signals of Colorado Springs is moving up the charts! You folks seem to like it!
Thanks so much for supporting independent authors like myself. I work a full-time job and write and blog and market… One day I must check out my pillow and see what it feels like to sleep more than a few hours at a time.
I appreciate the follows and retweets and the kind comments that often find their way to me through the website http://www.authortwscott.com .. I read them, and as time permits, if appropriate, I will respond.
A politician cannot spew verbiage from their lips. A politician cannot just extol their thoughts whatever they may be to the public or in President Trump’s case to anyone ever. If you are in the public eye what you say matters. As President of the USA, every word you say must be judged because it will be judged and spun by your detractors.
President Trump is a polarizing figure. There seems to be little middle ground with this man. Is it truly Trump, or is it something else?
The swamp is full of creatures that got there by eating each other. They sell their soul to the devil to get there, and they do it for power. The monsters of the swamp will say or do anything to keep their thrones with the ultimate altar being their bank accounts. Selling the country or the values of the nation for more power or money is nothing to these creatures. Not all politicians, however, are swamp monsters. How do we tell the difference?
Is the country divided?
Are there people that you used to speak with that now you don’t?
Can you openly say who you voted for among your friends?
Were you surprised by the results of the 2016 election?
Are people looking for anything to offend them?
Can you watch the news at all?
Does it bother you that this Russia scandal is a creation of the swamp creatures?
Is ignorance truly bliss?
Does it trouble you that young voters think socialism is a good thing?
Do you have personal friends that are a different race than yourself?
Do you secretly under your breath call them names?
Did the ShitHole comment offend you?
Did he actually say it?
If he did or even inferred something like that, was it about the people?
Do you really think in your heart of hearts anyone in that position would say such a thing about people of color?
Do you care?
Are you in the hate Trump category, no matter what?
Is Trump the real Swamp buster and is it time to throw the rascals out?
Do you feel that the government owes you everything that you might need?
I don’t have all the answers. As a matter of fact, I don’t have all the questions. I do know that we don’t have a politician in the white house, at least not one that occupies the Oval Office. I know that he is crude at times and unpolished when it comes to communicating with the folks. I also know that he is the President of all Americans. That office is to be respected, and for that, I will do it.
The country is divided, and we need to fix it. How we do, that is up in the air. It is unpatriotic to make fun of, taunt or tease someone who voted differently than you did. When you cut off communication with those that think differently than yourself you are part of the problem. Maybe you don’t care. Possibly you think it is excellent that your hate of this president now has an outlet, a target or place you can vent your frustrations.
“Hate is a poison that you take hoping that it will affect someone else.”
The results of 2016 did not surprise me. Staying in touch with reality and not some fantasy world created by Hollywood, or some in the news media; I was not surprised at all. People that voted for this president were quiet about it as the nation was brought to a boiling point by the media elite.
When a real Socialist ran on a platform of socialism against a person who is a deep state swamp creature, I was not surprised. You may not appreciate what I am saying, and maybe you cannot handle the truth, but the Democrats ran a campaign that was terribly flawed and with terribly damaged candidates. Even with the backing of the press and cheating Bernie out of the race, she still lost to a businessman who is as politically correct as the slang we hear in most rap music.
If she wanted to tell the truth of what happened, that is what happened. When you joke about deleting 33K emails which were under subpoena in a campaign speech and are still clueless how you lost, there is a problem. Now that the Clintons are irrelevant you will see them tossed under the bus by the swamp. I predict that Bill and Hillary will finally figure out what the meaning of “IS, IS.”
I am not a sycophant for Trump. I read, watch and listen and research as I am a writer after all. Journalism is a big part of who I am. Objectivity is part of writing, and that, unfortunately, is lost in this country at this moment in time.
The truth takes a back seat to what will sell the most airtime or copies of some periodical. That my friends is unfortunate and is a disservice to the people.
The people disserve the truth no matter how ugly it is. We are not getting it. When the press has an agenda, it is propaganda. We have a twenty-four hour a day news cycle to fill. Every time the president farts, it is newsworthy. Trump is a gift for the rating game as he is full of pithy comments that drive the press crazy. Spinning everything that he says to mean something that it does not, for some agenda, is what they do.
Looking at the governments of the countries that may or may not have been called “shitholes” I can tell you that is what he was probably referring to. They are banana republic countries and treat their people like insects. They don’t care about them. Their swamp is shittier than ours, and that I believe is what he was referring to. I was not there nor were the reporting news agencies so in truth we don’t know what was said. The facts have been disputed along political lines, surprise …!
Calling their governments corrupt is not as glorious or newsworthy as Trump calling all people of color shit holes, which is what many of the news media want you to believe. So his detractors spin it that he is a super racist and needs to be impeached.
Trump is not a politician but he is not stupid!
Half the country believes one thing and half the other. We are the insects, and they are the gods. Someone needs to clean up the swamp, and that includes the news media.
How can you help?
Do you want to help?
Do you want to put this country back together again?
Are you happy with the vitriol created by the media and Hollywood elites?
Do you like hating your neighbor or old friends?
Have you enjoyed blocking your Facebook friends that might have voted for Trump or Hillary!
Was it a nice feeling or cathartic feeling to “block” your friends?
Do you enjoy being angry!?
You have two choices, well three, if you count, do nothing.
Unblock your friends and reach out to them.
Be willing to listen to what they have to say.
Look for common ground and build on it. You had it once find it again.
Your other choice is to perpetuate the hate and vitriolic rhetoric by throwing your voice into the mix.
As a writer, I talk to many of you on every side of the aisle. We are all smart people. Some of us may not be as informed as others, but that is not a matter of intellect, it is a matter of choice.
This president like the last one was, is my president. Like it or not I will respect that office and the man who holds it. Disrespecting him would be in fact disrespecting half the country. Just maybe I don’t have all the facts. Maybe my news source of late-night comedians have an agenda and are not objectively telling the news or actual facts.
I will not block anyone. We have a right to agree to disagree, but I want to know your feelings about the facts. That is the correct attitude that we should all strive for. Keep in mind that the swamp creatures don’t want that. The swamp creatures wish to tell you what to think and for you not question it. Folks that is “shithole politics” and you disserve better!
Thanks so much for reading my blogs! Whether you agree or disagree with me is irrelevant. Open and honest communication is paramount to the people of the world. Many countries do not have that right or freedom. Think about that, you could be jailed for voicing your opinion.
Some countries do not allow your voice to be heard by their people. Some have it blocked in such a way that only the voice of the government is the one that they hear and abide by. Why do you suppose it is that some countries limit your speech? Do you think it might have something to do with controlling the narrative? Do you think that just possibly that the Great and powerful Wizard is hiding something?
Novel number 26 “Ghost Signals of Colorado Springs” is making its way around the globe. Thanks so much for reading my books! What a great honor it is when I see the reports from Amazon and Smashwords! That inspires me to press on.
Folks those words checked are my words in these books that you see on Amazon and these blogs.
Ok, I got enough e-mail asking for it, here it is….
Before I go on to the meat of this blog, you will notice my award and subsequent information from Grammarly. Why is it here, am I bragging?
No, I shared this with you so you would have an idea that I might know something about this subject.
I have a love-hate relationship with this program. It could use some more work.
When I first downloaded it, I allowed it to run as I typed. Bad mistake! When you let it run it stops word from doing incremental saves of your work. Yes, I lost several hours worth of work!
If you run Word’s Spell check and its version of Grammarly, it gets most of the biggies but, it does not get the nitty-gritty.
If you are a writer, the story is the first thing that sets you apart and above the rest. Tell me a good story that captivates my attention, so much so that I don’t want to put it down!
As a writer, you must be able to string a noun and a verb together in the same sentence and make it appear like they belong together. Some who blog here cannot do that. Not judging, practice!
Spelling and punctuation are killers, and I will confess my absolute loathing for the ubiquitous comma!
Unlike math, English is not an exact science. The rules are subjective in some cases, and that is why English and journalism class are buggers! If you are going to take either, know who is teaching it and find out what they like and despise.
Grammarly will examine your writing, and it may or may not give you good advice. More often than not the “nit” is worthy of examination. Every flag it throws up I examine why. Some of them are utter nonsense, most are not.
Well, TW, how do you use Grammarly if you don’t leave it run as you type. Why don’t you allow it to run other than the backup thing you mentioned?
Whenever you write it is imperative that you leave reveal codes on. Trust me, after a while, you will not be able to write without them on. Grammarly has a tendency to toss crap numbers “hidden” in your document when you edit. Not sure why or how but it does. Unless you catch them when you upload your manuscript, it will toss the proverbial monkey wrench into it.
Grammarly uses tons of horsepower to run thus slowing your computer down to a crawl. You will be writing along, and the program will freeze. Yes, I have lost entire documents like that and believe me I was pissed! So my friends here is the way I use Grammarly.
I don’t, I don’t until I am finished with the manuscript and only then do I use it judiciously. What does that mean, judiciously???
I open the saved manuscript, underscore saved, and then I open a second instance of Word. Now I CTRL X on a chapter at a time and put it onto the other instance of Word. I then run all of the options of Grammarly against it.
If it is simple commas or regular typos I allow Grammarly to correct it. Word choices you must be careful about because it seems to be weak on context. “has instead of have.”
Context is king in a lot of different things, and your manuscript is no different.
Pick the kind of document you are working on and allow it to do its thing. If you decide to edit other things than what Grammarly flagged, such as adding a paragraph, turn Grammarly off until you are ready to check again. Once you are prepared, turn it back on.
If you should notice that your computer is starting to act wonky with Grammarly running, it is a good bet that you are out of resources for the program to run. Stop and save everything immediately!
I would suggest to any serious writer that you have a computer that can handle the most intensive game on the market. I don’t care about the video I am talking about CPU power and memory! Word and Grammarly together are pigs! They will suck the cycles from your computer more often than not.
If your document gets too voluminous be aware.
Book number 26 (Ghost Signal from Colorado Springs) was published on Amazon and
Smashwords yesterday. Many of you are already reading it. Tell me what you think!
I run the reports, and people all over the globe are reading my books, and I am anxious to know what you thought. While it is heartening to see so many of you enjoying my writing, I would love to know what you thought or think.
Yes, it is about affirmation! LOL
I admit it. I write for you my readers and for the bloggers who follow me.
I hope that my experience with Grammarly is of some assistance to you.
Much Love -TW
Number 26 is published on both Amazon and Smashwords!!!!
After three months of toiling away over a hot keyboard, I put the finishing touches on it last night about 2 am!
Folks this is amazing! I love how this book unfolded and how it turned out! “So will you.”
I believe that there is a niche market where science fiction and romance conjoin to make a good story.
I love romance stories, and l love Science Fiction. It seems only natural to write a story that has both elements in it.
Unlike Saga of the Starduster, this one is YA. Yes, there is implied sex but, nothing explicit. I think a young adult can handle that.
So let me tell you a little about this novel.
In a galaxy far far away …” too much?” There is a planet that is orbiting a binary star. This binary sun is getting closer and closer to the other sun which they fear will Nova taking out the solar system.
What they do not realize is that Nova is not what they need to fear, if the two become one it turns into a magnatar which is deadly for the entire area. Not just that one solar system.
Anyway, they send out ships to find a new place to live.
There is a catch… A race of advanced beings with the weaponry to back it up have dubbed themselves the universal police. They have laws which forbid contact with worlds that are pre-space. Yea, I know that trope has been used before, but it is a good one.
The first race, the Bindane find the Earth. Landing they find cave dwellers. These creatures look little like what we do today. Smaller brains, much hair, no verbal communication and oh yes, they will eat one another if they are hungry.
The Bindane are in a quandary, do we stay here and work with them, or keep looking…
They had been in space for many years. Some of the Bindane leave without permission and have at it with the locals. Flying around in their smaller ships, they explore much of the world and conquer it. Having sex with who they choose soon human Bindane hybrids are running around.
Humans with an IQ of 60 and Bindane with an IQ of 250, you can quickly see what is going to happen. The hybrids all of the sudden can solve puzzles, invent tools and find more efficient ways to kill. This is why the Xylars, (other race) forbid this kind of activity.
Intelligence without wisdom and empathy make for smart evil people. Unless love is the foundation for who or what you are, the rest is meaningless.
Without giving away the story, it is an inexpensive read! $2.99 from either Smashwords or Amazon!
This book is well worth your time and I encourage you to check it out and please give me feedback.
I was going to write about Grammarly but I think writing about my newest release is a better use of my time. I have some new tricks with Grammarly I am going to share with you in the days to come. Is that a tease or what?
Yes, I want you to come back and I want you to tell your friends or family or even your mother In law!
You might like your mother in law… LOL
I will love your mother in law for some feedback… 🙂
We writers cannot rest on our laurels, however. I already have an idea for #27 and I have an idea for a screenplay. Which should I do first?
Sitting here at the keyboard on the first day of 2018. All is quiet in the house; not even the cats are stirring. I too feel like my mind should be still as I did imbibe a little-fermented grape juice or was it whiskey. Hmmm. At least I returned home with the clothes that I went out with. I think….
Somewhere during the witching hours of eating, dancing, drinking, waiting for a big ball to drop, and hoping anything that I said or did does not end up on YouTube, it got damned cold for Texas. The plants that I covered up to protect are now plantsicles.
The hotel this morning was awash with zombies. Young child creatures carrying oversized teddy bears thought that screaming at the top of their lungs was a fun thing, as they watched the zombies shrivel to almost pulp. The piercing sounds that could break glass were no match however for the evil stares from the zombies who tried to use their magical powers to silence the evil imps. Had they looked into the eyes of the Zombies they surely would have evaporated into steam or possibly frozen into marble statues to stand as a stark reminder to the other urchins, never taunt or antagonize a zombie on New Year’s Day!
I did not fall into the undead or walking dead category this beautiful day. I don’t know if that is a good thing or a bad thing. I saw the ragamuffins as someone else’s problem and went about my way to find one of the carts that hotels often have in good supply. Waiting over an hour by the cart return area, two zombies of unknown sex or age came walking at a snail’s pace, pushing said cart as if they were Sisyphus struggling to manage the two roller bags and one black dress. Slowly losing ground against the load, a bellhop took pity on them, or me, and assisted them with their load.
One of the zombies went to the door only to be met with the harsh reality of “DAMN ITS COLD OUT!”
I, although annoyed by the lack of courtesy of the zombies laughed at the sudden jolt of life that seem to lurch through the embalmed veins of the gray creature. Color of some sort seemed to well up from somewhere deep inside the beast as their animated arm movements caused some circulation of the antifreeze still sloshing through the carcass of this fiend. For the first time, I was able to tell that it was the male of the species. I could tell this as it growled in a deep voice as it struggled against the automatic door for the disabled to breach the icy unknown terrain of the sunlit parking lot.
Thirty minutes later the creature managed to maneuver his vehicle to the entrance of the hotel where his mate waited patiently or was it dead. The mate did not move as the car pulled close to the door. I was not sure that it was still breathing. Carefully I nudged it as it snorted and then as it’s large eyes opened it looked at me through a crimson hays. I suddenly became fearful as it appeared as if it had the eyes of Mordor, and I had no magic ring to toss at it. I cringed thinking surely that daggers would come out of those gaunt looking features but it actually spoke. “Yes, can I help you?” It said. Clearly, this was the female although I could not picture it in that little black dress! I pointed to the other creature now looking very much like a yeti, which was standing outside his vehicle waiting for his partner, or was it his precious?
As she tried hard to stand, I slipped the bellhop five bucks to assist them and bring me the cart. While I might have enjoyed watching the two creatures, try to lift their two bags and one black dress from the vehicle, my patience was just about gone, and I too felt as if the monster within me might immerge and ruin the first day of the year of me not sinning any more… ever…. Who am i kidding! I sin before I ever get out of bed!
If my beast had come out to play, and I ripped my clothing off to expose my superhero status, would I have found a suite with a large S? Perhaps a suite with a large W? Would there be a red cape or magic golden rope, or would I have established that I indeed did not have all the clothes that I started the evening with and suddenly resemble an oversized smurf with built-in glass cutters?
How was your first day of 2018?
Did you see the zombies?
Where you a zombie?
Are there videos of you on YouTube?
Did all of your clothes come back with you?
Did you know the person you woke up with?
Did you recognize the person in the mirror?
Did you see a reflection in the mirror?
Novel 26 is close to being ready to edit. I am so excited that I have figured out how the book will end. This is one book that I have put much thought into and actually planned it, rather than allow it be a stream of conscious. “That will make sense to any writers out there.”
I look forward to getting to know each of you better in 2018! Thanks so much for following me!
Follow me on Twitter @authortwscott.com or @TWScott823. If you are an agent and want to represent someone with a proven track record, I am not sending out Query letters so contact me via the website at www.authortwscott.com.
Query letters take four hours to create, and I don’t have the time or patience.
If you like what you read please repost or tell others about it. This is me, marketing and building my brand and you the readers of my blog are the beneficiaries of pure pearls and entertainment! Much Love -TW
Having written many different novels covering multiple genres I often get questions posed to me about why this or that?
The truth of the matter is simple. What I was writing about at that time excited me to do so. What inspired me to write about that subject is another topic.
Some subject matter in our society today is “forbotten” (forbidden) by some group of people who think that they have some right to be its curator and arbiter for all time. Guess what; you don’t own shit!
In the UK I could be in trouble for some of my subject matter as they don’t have freedom of speech. If I say something about some group that is hateful I would be called the hate monger. In your vernacular UK, that is stuffed up! I would vote those cockwombels out of office if it were me. If you like what I write, you should have the right and ability to read it. If you don’t approve of my writings, take your business elsewhere. Vote with your purse.
Now truth told, the folks in the UK are some of my most loyal customers, so thank you so much for that!
As a writer I can write about Race, Gay issues, straight issues, political issues, I can even write about romance. LOL
Writing fiction with gay couples has been something that interested me in that I have many gay friends. I care about them as one might care for a brother or sister. Whether I agree with their lifestyle or not, does not give me any right to judge them. Male-Female romance has been done to death. How many ways can Boy meet a girl and come through some struggles with misunderstandings or biases that they must get through before they reach happily ever after?
“Come on; it has been done to death!” I like strong female characters. I think the world needs more strong women or female characters. Don’t confuse that with ultra-feminism, it is not that. Women are not all airheads as they are often portrayed, and I seek to break that stereotype.
Have you ever watched a Hallmark movie where the leading male figure just made you say EWWW!
It has happened, but not too often. I wanted to ask the producer or director “what were you thinking?”
Some men are just creepy, and I guess some male directors don’t see it. There have been movies in the past where the leading lady had to say all the sweet nothings to someone else as the leading man was a douche. I love the back stories like that. When Hollywood just misses the mark, it warms my heart strangely and wonderfully. Why? It lets me know that nobody is perfect and even with all of their resources they screwed up. Much like finding typos in professionally edited books I feel a little less worried about a there instead of a “their.”
Why am I talking about movies?
Your characters must work not only for you but your audience. When creating your characters, you need to keep in mind who your audience is. The tropes are just that, as the creator, it is up to you to put a different spin on them. The story must have some appeal to it. Why would someone want to pick up your book?
We all judge a book by its cover.
The cover art must pique your audience’s curiosity. I liken it to junk mail. I get stacks of mail every day. Someone wants to sell me a product or service. The phone rolls to voice mail if I don’t know the caller, I don’t allow salespeople to get past the receptionist, so how do they sell to me?
How do you sell to your audience?
In my junk mail, each piece of mail gets about 3 seconds of my attention. Three count them three seconds before it ends up in the circular file cabinet.
The subject matter must be photographic, and it cannot be cluttered. I need to determine if I want to give it more than 3 seconds within three seconds time.
Your cover should be just as inviting. What does your cover say?
On the cover of Diamond Joe, I show a young lady running on the beach in a bikini. Under her is a superimposed racehorse. Within three seconds you know it has something to do with a female jockey. You know that horses are involved. The name of the book tells you something about the possible storyline as it is “Diamond Joe.” Who or what is Diamond Joe? What does that have to do with this young lady?
In the very uncluttered text, I have “A heartwarming story of courage of love.”
Now within three seconds, you know enough about this book to either pick it up to look inside or keep looking as you have a thing against heartwarming stories.
Free advice from me to you.
Junk mail must be created similarly, and most often it is not. Just to assist those that put out such mail, if you put a letter opener inside your letter, you are guaranteed to get more than 3 seconds. If you put your logo and contact information on that letter opener, you are going to have your company information on that person’s desk or in their hand every morning when they go through the mountains of junk mail. One more trick, if it is just a letter make sure that when they pull the letter out of the envelope, your business card falls in their lap.
We could talk more about logos, but that is indeed outside the scope of this blog. I am after all talking to authors or writers that want to write a book, not companies who want to sell stuff.
Once you open up that cover, what are you looking for?
The tease the hook, why buy this book?
Tell us something about this girl on the beach or the horse, what is it about her that will compel us to dig a little deeper. Who is this Diamond Joe?
I have read this book a dozen times since it was published. Yes, I am on the hunt for typos and grammatical errors, but the entire truth told, I love the characters and the story. Each paragraph excites me, and that is what I began this blog about, why do I write what I write. I love what I write!
Since I love most of the classics, I would guess that what I love about them and what I write, might be in line with what Austin, Hemmingway or Dickens might have penned.
If after this much time, and that many reads, and I still want to curl up with it, with a cat or my “mews” (muse) and a warm blanket with some hot tea close by, that should tell you something. The winter is a particular time for me and warm blankets. Tea and cats along with a good book are pure gold! Now if you add some excellent Merlot, Dark Chocolat and a crackling fireplace, I might have to pick up Cyber Subs or Perpetual Palpitation and switch to something a little more naughty.
May you find your happy place and take the time to enjoy it as I try so hard to do. Life is precious don’t waste it! Find your Happy Place!
That is a rather strange title for a blog, isn’t it? Sometimes I feel like it is a lair. When I am locked away from the phones, the craziness of the outside world and my muse or mews, the creative juices flow, or they don’t.
As 2017 wraps up I think back on the year. What have I learned from 2017 that I can apply towards making myself healthier and better prepared for 2018?
Through this blog, I have made many new friends, and I thank for you trusting me with your time to visit my blog and peruse my thoughts for that day or week or event.
Many books were written in 2017 by yours truly, and many are selling nicely around the globe. That is an excellent compliment which I honor considerably and do not take lightly. Number 26 is so close to a complete first draft that I am getting excited. I want to see how it turns out!
When we read a novel or watch a movie, we get instant gratification even if it means we lose an hour of sleep to turn those last few pages. When we write, we must have patience. Rushing the process can damage the work intrinsically, changing the dynamics of the story which might diminish it.
We will serve no wine before its time. Writers should not release or rush a story until it is ready to “climax” and then conclude with the satisfying grace it disserves. I know, a tiny bit naughty, I apologize, a little…
When a writer wants to make a point we often embellish the words a little and then the idea hits home when we do. We want you to remember us! When the next story is ready to unfold before you, we want you eager to embrace what may “come.” “That was a hard one to resist.”
While I love writing Sci-Fi, I have a flair for being naughty at times, and it shows. I am unabashedly unrepentant for my foray into the human psyche and all of its juicy bits of naughtiness which makes us who we are as a people. Spending years of my life to understand humanity, I now use that knowledge and talent to titillate, excite, entertain and yes even educate in a delightful way.
You who follow my blog thanks so much for doing so. In 2018 would you do me the honor of letting your friends discover me through whatever mechanisms are at your disposal? I am also interested in the kinds of things you might like to read. Would you like more science fiction? Do you want the cerebral types of reads or the not so cerebral and more human interaction either on the mischievous side or perhaps a murder mystery? Possibly you desire something that is a little of both.
I ask you as I truly value who you are, and what might get you to click on “purchase now…”
With 2018 right around the corner be safe out there. Please don’t party and drive and you know what I mean by “party.” I look forward to hearing from each of you, and I want you to know that if I follow you, I visit your blogs. Some I will actually take the time to comment on, so watch for that.
I must admit that I often think that a simple flip cell phone was not a bad thing. While the smartphone is the Swiss Army Knife of gadgets, it is also an expensive gadget.
I jumped on the Apple bandwagon when Smartphones were relatively young. Steve Jobs, who I met years ago while supporting Next Step computers is seen holding a phone, and I had to have it. Well, that phone was replaced by another and still yet another then the 5S then the 6S, and I stopped there as the difference between the 6 and 7 I could not justify for $1000.
I noticed that my 5s was getting slow and I knew it had something to do with the IOS updates but I had no way of proving it. Obtaining the 6S, the speed was back, and the fluid nature of the phone was exceptional until recently. One IOS update after another and the phone slows to a crawl or locks up or sucks the life out of the battery. The Phone is often warm when “nothing” should be going on, but something is going on, but what?
Today we learn that Apple does slow the processor down in “older phones” to preserve the battery life. Folks that is just wrong on so many levels of wrong! Tell me I need a new battery and I will get it replaced. Don’t make me purchase another $1000 toy when this one is still perfectly fine.
Oh wait, it is not entirely okay because now it is slow and acting wonky!
I kept my old phones and did not update the IOS. The Apps that are on them are the apps that worked with that IOS, and they still function and they perform adequately. My 4S is now faster than my 6S.
We could go into this whole tin foil hat category of not knowing what the damn phone is doing. Is it listening to my every word? Does the camera come up and peep around the room to see what it can see?
I don’t take my phone into the bedroom for more than tin foil hat reasons. The thing often makes noises at times that I don’t want it to do. I do have an iPad in the bedroom which is silenced in every way possible. Is it listening?
We learned a few years ago that smart TV’s were listening to us. We know that Alexa is listening but to what and for what? Is it only commands or something more nefarious. Wifi enabled dolls were listening for “keywords,” but in reality, they were spying!
I use the Hey Siri command, but I must confess that unless Apple undoes the deliberate slowdown of my devices, Microsoft and Android may get my future business.
I had an IPad generation one that still worked fine. An older family member wanted a tablet to use as a Kindle device. Resetting my iPad to factory settings I quickly learned that Apple does not keep the latest IOS for that model period. They not only don’t hold the IOS for it but, none of the apps that are available today will function with it. In short, I bricked a $1000 iPad while trying to do a good deed.
Now I have a second gen and an iPad air and the pro version. Each of those was $1000 each, and I guess that they will gradually become paperweights as well. Is this right? Batteries are a trick to replace them, but it is doable. I did it in a Nexus and an older iPhone. I guess that these places that do it professionally can do it quickly as well.
Apple needs to stop slowing down the older equipment.
Apple needs to make available the latest IOS for older devices that worked with it and also provide access to the apps that worked with that IOS. This could easily be an automatic thing when you try to update a device. Here is the last IOS for this device and when you look for apps, it looks at the machine and IOS and sends you to that site to obtain older versions of the apps.
Customers need a bill of rights when it comes to computers or computing devices and this includes Microsoft as well.
A perfect example of this was and is XP. That was a working evolution of the software as was office 95. All of that was expensive, and as long as you have a computer that worked with it, I don’t think it is too much to ask that it not be crippled by companies wanting to sell you something more.
I gave a computer configured like this to a person who does not use it on the Internet. No updates 1.5GHZ Dell and guess what. They still play the games, use office 95 print, and everything is just great even to this day. They never put it on the internet, so it is static and just works.
My accounting system was in an XP box, and it worked perfectly until Quickbooks started crippling the software demanding that I update to the latest stuff. Customers need a bill of rights!
I need to research their competition to see if they slow down their older equipment too. While some of this is due to developers building packages on the latest greatest computers, some of this is designed obsolescence purposeful to generate a desire or need for yet another iteration of a device that is on a time clock ticking away until another more powerful device is created and marketed.
I usually extoll the virtues of my books and ask you to support me follow me and so forth but today I thought getting this out there was prudent.
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You don’t have to have a near death experience to write but it is a game changer.
At the end of each blog post, I encourage you to share, press, tweet and otherwise assist me in getting my brand out there. I repay that kindness with similar actions, and I post some delicious stuff from time to time. This blog is one you want to pay attention to if you are a writer, author or just think you might want to be someday.
If you look at any of these sites where independent authors publish their manuscripts, you will quickly discern that everyone thinks they can write. By everyone, I mean everyone that can string a noun and a verb together in the same sentence feels that they are the next Hemmingway or Tolstoy.
I especially am interested in young people with limited life experience with a penchant for painting pictures with words. Reading great writers will undoubtedly get your juices flowing. I have read some young people’s writings and was impressed. Blog before you publish. Like walking before you run you have this opportunity that those that came before you did not have. You have technology that is incredible, and you have access to the world through the internet.
Google does not replace life experiences nor does any form of social media. Do something. Become a missionary or go see Machu Picchu for yourself! If you walk among the locals, you will all of the sudden develop an appreciation for what you have, and you will meet others with a different culture. In short life experiences can inspire a writer to be a better writer.
Me personally, I have traveled extensively and still have more to do. I may start out with a tour bus but I will explore, and I will visit with the locals. From the local pub to another social event. Those are life experiences that if you are aware of those that you are talking with, will reward you in kind. From the street vendor to the waiter they all have a story.
I will get their name and talk with them as we are equals. Why, because we are. I can disagree with everything that they believe in but, I can still respect them and find something in common even if it is merely that we both bleed red.
Now that paragraph sounds very altruistic, and I am not that philanthropic. If someone appears deranged or dangerous, I will not bother them or try to engage them in conversation; I am not that brave. My first trip to Manhattan I was told not to look the locals in the eyes. Don’t talk with them unless you are in a setting that they expect interaction such as a business environment or restaurant.
Folks, I talked with everyone I came across. Now when I started out my greeting with HOWDY, they knew that I was not from around there, and felt strangely at ease with talking with me.
Yesterday I was on twitter, and some author put out a statement that I took issue with.
“I carefully craft each sentence rewriting it as many times as necessary, before going on to the next.”
If I wrote like that, Under Roswell, my first novel would still be in the first paragraph, and the other 25 books would still be future events. Respectfully I would say that she is in the wrong line of work.
You cannot be that anal or obsessive-compulsive with your manuscript. Writers are creative types. We don’t think in dotted I’s and crossed T’s. We don’t give a damn about a dangling participle or my favorite the split infinitive. We are writers not English teachers.
In short, we tell stories, and we do it in such a way to engross the reader in the story. When I write, I or my characters are telling the story as they see it at that moment in time. As you read it, I hope that the picture of where they are, and what they are doing, is etched into your mind with the assistance of your imagination, using my words as the pigment and brush.
As long as the “stream” is flowing, I will press on, sometimes three or four chapters at a time. If the stream switches off, I go back and do a rough edit looking for consistency and those nasty little participles.
Writers, like an artist, are a work in progress. When I look at my first painting, I want to gesso over it and do something else with it. My child will not let me as she loves it! It was my first attempt at putting oil on a canvass. As we do this time and time again, we develop that critical eye one must have to paint. To paint and be any good at it, that is.
Writing is the same way. Write short stories. Blog about your summer vacation. Write, write, write, and with each paragraph, strive to improve.
Two quick stories that I think you will appreciate. Once upon a time I golfed. I sucked at it. I went to these par three courses where you use the short irons and putter, and I played round after round. Mastering the drivers next, I was suddenly playing with business executives and influential people. My five iron was still eating my lunch. Every time I pulled it out of the bag, the ball would find the water or trap or the weeds. WTF!
Back to the par three course with you guessed it, only the five iron and a pocket full of balls. I felt kind of manly with all those balls there at the beginning of the first nine. (a joke in case you missed it)
After several rounds with that five iron, I could play it with confidence every time I played. Golf is about muscle memory and your mind. If you don’t think you can do it, you won’t! You must convince yourself that you can, then you will.
Twenty-Eight Years ago I was in a head-on collision with a drunken driver who was also on drugs. This changed my life. I could no longer do what I was trained to do. In many of my novels, you will see that someone dies or has died in an accident with a drunk driver. That little factoid is part of my life, and I want to drive that home just a little bit with whoever reads it. I don’t preach; I just put it out there.
Along with ending my golfing career, not that I had one, it ended many things that “normal people” do.
I accepted my fate and re-invented myself once again. Computers were just coming into vogue, so I took some classes and began learning all that there was to know about computers. That last statement is pushing it a bit because I soon discovered that statement is an impossibility. I have certifications in Novell and Microsoft and Cisco and it all changes overnight. The people who put on the classes get rich, and of course, the testing centers make money.
I went into Management of IT. I had a good run of it until I was replaced by an H1-B person. The company got to write off their salary (half of what they paid me) to take over after I had updated the company to the latest greatest of everything including redesigning and upgraded their computer room. I did all this in just a few months. I was at the top of my pay quartile, and they were not willing to pay more for my talent, so they had me do all of these projects working 70 hours a week for months. Expecting a bonus, I was laid off. “We don’t need anyone with your talents anymore so thanks for everything here is your final paycheck!” That was a lovely life experience that I will not repeat ever!
Many of my novels I talk about technology, that is where that comes from so yes, the bits and bytes are not far off. It makes some of the stories interesting when they use forensic technologies to find the bad guys, which is what I do now.
One of the things I did before the wreck was, played musical instruments. Nerve damage in my wrist and well everywhere else made that untenable. I have an excellent ear and “yo dog your pitchy” resonates with me. “If I cannot do what I did then, screw it…” I was wrong.
A few months ago a friend saw my guitars and ask me if I played. I kept them out as a reminder to never even think about drinking and driving.
“Yes I played 30 years ago or so why?”
“You should pick it up again.” Those words sat hard with me.
After he left, I picked one of the instruments up and plucked a few strings realizing that I needed new strings. My cheeks were damp when I tried to play stairway to heaven to only hear what an awful sound it was and that it scared my cats. I couldn’t blame them.
Like golf, you take the good shots that you get in now and then and try to do better with the bad ones. Practice practice practice. Is this sounding familiar?
There are some great apps for a guitarist that I found. Even an awesome tuner. People who have strokes may have to learn to walk again. I had to reteach myself how to play again, with my new abilities. Notice I did not say disabilities. Things are just different than what I remembered them to be.
Finding boring old tunes with three chords then four and then the dreaded bar chords I practiced. After a few weeks of messing around with that guitar trying to keep my emotions in check, I have since purchased two more; the last one is a Taylor, which I am rather fond of. Playing no less than two hours a day I can finally make bar chords “ring” again. It chokes me up actually. Every time I play a song that sounds half decent, I often find my cheeks are wet and my eyes are blurry. It is a good thing, those are happy tears.
You see that careless SOB took so much away from me with his drinking. Music resonates with my soul, it is my happy place. When I am making it, that music is much more special than if I am listening to it.
There is not one minute of any day that I am not in physical discomfort to outright pain. I don’t take pills or anything, I exercise and stretch and endure. Oh yes, I don’t sleep much!
Will I ever be as good as I was, who knows? My calluses are back, and the will is there. I listen to the different artist and try to emulate them and see what I can do with the cards that I now have in my hands, pun intended.
If you are still reading this rather long blog, bless you. This is the kind of life event that makes it into my stories. Now I am not suggesting that you hit another car head-on doing 85kph. As a matter of fact, I would strongly advise against it.
One side note that is rather interesting. I have legs today because I drink coffee.
You see I had stopped minutes before the accident to fill up the car and purchase a thermos full of coffee. The thermos, a Stanly Steel thermos was sitting on the seat next to me. As I topped the hill passing a red truck, there was a Cadillac in my lane headed straight for me! This was a divided highway and he should not have been there.
I locked up anti-lock brakes and bent the brake pedal. Time slowed to a frame by frame sequence of events as glass from the window beside me tumbled horizontally by me as the steering wheel came up and impaled me, crushing my chest and face. The thermos fell to the floor, and I saw it tumble as if on some purpose other than obeying the laws of physics. Time stood still, literally, frame by frame.
From the time I topped the hill, to the actual impact I said, “oh shit” bang! “Oh, shit may have been my last words.”
We ended up in the center part of the divided highway. The pain was indescribable. There was an elephant on my chest. Blood was flowing from everywhere, and I merely thought, this is how it ends.
Oddly enough, I was ok with it. That sounds strange but it is true. The mystery of what the sting of death would be was answered; I thought.
There is this old story about people seeing the white light before they die. My vision was failing. It started with sparkles, and not too much longer I was pretty much blind, but I could still hear. Then there was this rushing wind sound in my ears, so I guess that was the next sense to lose its ability to function.
My brain was being deprived of blood flow and oxygen and that is what it is like to die.
The red truck I passed was a guy that worked for the local fire department. They took the old bastard out of his car who did not have a seatbelt on and was under his dash before they cut me out of mine. He had one small cut on his forehead and was released from the hospital that night.
When they finally pulled me from my car, as they laid me back, my hearing and then sight returned. The pain also returned, and breathing was not comfortable, to say the least.
The guy in the ambulance said, “I am going to put some liquid sugar water in you and this needle is going to sting, it is 18 gauge.” My teeth were through my lower lip, my nose was broken up, my chest was crushed, and I was losing more blood that I thought I could spare, and he thought that I gave a shit about a needle prick!
They took me to the charity hospital I guess because it was the closest and it showed. The doctor was a complete ass as we had interrupted his game that he was watching. Suddenly I was a sideshow as they cut my clothing off with police and who the hell all knows who all were looking down at my nude and bleeding body. Suddenly I was not a person or human but a piece of flesh to be poked and prodded and well pieced back together.
The cop was an arrogant piece of work. I have many friends who are police. This person was a total ass! I had removed my seat belt thinking that would stop the pain. It didn’t. I think the bastard was going to write me a ticket for no seatbelt until the purple streaks across my chest and waist that were caused by the belt were self-evident that I indeed had it on. The man, I kid you not, looked disappointed when he saw it! This guy and the doctor too wanted this to be my fault. I am pretty keen on reading people, which can be a curse.
They checked me for drugs and alcohol and all kinds of stuff. “Nope, I don’t do that stuff.”
Because my heart was bruised they could not give me anything for the pain. In a way that was ok, I remember thinking as long as I am in pain, I am alive. It was ok until they stitched me up with no anesthesia. That hurt like well, you can imagine.
Later another doctor came in to fix my nose, long hemostats up the nose crunch crack, thumb placed on one side pushing things back into place and then stuffing a whole bale of cotton up my nose with no anesthetic.
I spent a lifetime in that sorry little emergency room listening to the beeping monitors, having to get assistance to pee every 30 minutes being careful not to turn my head because my inner ears were severely screwed up. Any movement caused a case of vertigo. The last thing I wanted to do is throw up! I wouldn’t be surprised if this doctor were also the town vet. Thinking back, I would not have been shocked to have seen an animal on the next bed.
Minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days. With all the cotton up my nose, I could still smell myself, and it wasn’t pretty. Finally getting some kind nurse from California to bathe me, I felt a little more human.
When all the results came back that I was not under the influence, the cop went away probably disgusted because he just knew that the young person had some culpability. Hick!
The old guy that caused the wreck was drunk and on drugs, and he went home. I know this because we shared the emergency room with a curtain between us. I heard everything, including his wife scolding him for drinking and driving. She actually came over to me and apologized. She stroked my forehead which was still spattered with blood and told me “I am not supposed to say this, but we have good insurance.” BFD! Lady, I am in pain here, and I may not live to see tomorrow. Didn’t say it, but I thought it.
Instead, I asked her how her husband was. When the words came out of my mouth as angry as I was, I knew what my true character was. I was actually concerned about that old fart! That still boggles my mind.
She went on to say that he had recently wrecked their last car, so she bought him that Cadillac so if he hit another tree or something he would not get hurt. Wonderful logic! Let’s put more old drunk guys in tanks and set them loose. Wait, maybe that was the mayhem guy?
Years later I found out why the old guy went home and not to prison. I was cleaning out the filing cabinet and found the file folder from the infamous day that I about died. Reading the police report, the bastard cop only wrote him up for left of center. Now I get that the guy was 84. I understand that he was well known in the community. But the guy was drunk and on drugs, prescription or not; he should not have been behind the wheel! Yes, I am still pissed and every move to this day reminds me of that fateful day 28 years ago. And the limitless insurance, same outfit as me. Want to guess how that worked out? I had to fight to get my car paid for!
Oh yes, the coffee and legs. The thermos that traveled from my seat to the floor wedged itself between the frame of my seat and the firewall. Since it was full of coffee, it did not compress with the impact thus keeping the steering column from going through my chest and the dash taking my legs off at the knees. There is this whole hydraulic thing I will not bore you with.
The engine and front wheels were under the front seat. Steam or freon was still escaping from somewhere as they hauled me off to the ambulance. The violence of the crash turned my vehicle sideways. The sides were split open and my stuff was scattered all over the highway. It is amazing that I am not driving a Volvo, which is close to a tank I understand!
God was there that day. Not sure why he allowed my life to be so drastically altered, but he did.
Maybe he wanted to teach me to forgive… Not there yet. How do you forgive someone like this? If you know please tell me. I do pray about it, it is in my heart and only hurting me. I cannot forget about it, as I have constant reminders. The ringing in my ears is a result of the damage from the wreck. The arthritis is of course where everything was injured. Anyone that has ever played sports knows what I am dealing with.
My doctors tried to give me that handicapped plate and I refuse. I can still walk. It is painful but once you stop, you die. If you are coasting you are going downhill.
I now drive a full-size truck, fuck gas mileage. I don’t pass unless I can see down the road, even on divided highways, but I do travel. I love road trips; I am just a little more cautious about them. I stay in the right-hand lane unless I am passing and, I don’t care if I am up to the speed limit or not. I would rather get there in one piece, than five minutes earlier.
When you read my books, snippets of this story are in them as well as many other stories. I think one of my favorite books that I have written to date is Diamond Joe. No car crashes, but that is such a great story, I like to read it again and again.
And my point to this is what exactly?
Go live your life and have adventures. As Sally from The Girl-Next-Door discovers, life is about adventures. You cannot write with passion if you have not lived a life. If you live your life through the tellie and or other people’s books, that is not living, that is existing.
Steve Erwin who I admired greatly died doing what he loved. He lived his life in his 42 years more fully than most people do in 84 years. There is a man I can admire and did. I actually used to talk with him on e-mail, told him he was nuts. In a good way.
Please please please don’t drink and drive, and put that damned phone down!
Thirty percent of all drivers statistically speaking are under the influence of something. God only knows the percentage that are texting while driving and under the influence.
If you are like me and live in pain every day, don’t give up. Hang in there and feel free to connect with me here on the blog or the website http://www.authortwscott.com. If I can re-invent myself as I have, and live without pain meds, you certainly can. I am a wimp with this stuff, so I know.
This blog is the creation of yet another sleepless night where insomnia once again has scuttled my attempt at rest. One day I fear I will end up giving in to the need for medication, and I will most likely hate that day.
Much Love TW
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Would we be more pleasant with one another? I wonder.
Tearing the fabric of our country to pieces is a process, and it starts at the top.
If you can observe without getting emotional, one can learn plenty. When your emotions are triggered objectivity is lost, and the end result will close poorly.
History is fraught with example after example of how evil behavior leads them into war. Today we have given the most juvenile troublemakers a megaphone, and those miscreants can hide behind a pseudonym while spewing their hate filled venom.
Some of this propaganda is coming from outside of the US. There are reprobates in other countries who use their power of the pen (keyboard) to inject hate into an already inflamed situation.
Dialing back the rhetoric, if you talked with everyday folks who are not glued to The View or CNN or Fox News or those horrible night time activist, you would quickly learn that everyone wants the same things.
A Safe country
A nice place to live and raise their family.
A job that pays a reasonable salary
Entertainment without politics
Good affordable healthcare
Sensible energy and food cost
An economy that works for the American people first.
I am confident that I am missing things in this list, but the point is we all basically want the same things. This same list would apply to the folks in Russia, Africa, the UK and of course our good friends down under.
Now imagine if Trump were a Democrat.
CNN, MSNBC, ABC, CBS, The View, and late night comedians (activist, including Bill Mahar) would be singing his praises.
They would all be talking about his accomplishment and how feckless the Republicans were.
Even If President Trump were a feckless moron, the MSM would be defending him and calling out the naysayers as evil pawns for the antagonist (insert Russia or pick a country.)
Trump, however, has decided to Run on the Republican side of things. This made it easy for the MSM and their toadies to launch a full out assault on him. Their rhetoric did not stop there, however; they took it several steps past the politicians, and they went for the supporters of Trump. They cut off their proverbial lifeline to sanity and went after every day mom and pop and their children.
Now we have a personal attack on half the country by people whose gravy train with biscuit wheels is being threatened.
“If you become rich as a public servant you are a crook.”
Without too many exceptions that statement you can take to the bank.
Why is it that the wealthiest counties in the whole country are around DC? Even the lamest most math-challenged individual out there can put this formula together.
This animus created by people who are not looking very far down the road is resonating with people.
This one wanted to blow up the white house…Nope, no problem here nothing to see. We all love one another…Pffft!
NEW YORK, NY – MAY 02: Amy Schumer attends “Manus x Machina: Fashion in an Age of Technology”, the 2016 Costume Institute Gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art on May 02, 2016 in New York, New York. (Photo by Taylor Hill/FilmMagic)
The first people this resonates with are people who are not that well informed. They hear snippets here and there of the propaganda, and it sinks in. CNN pays good money to have all the airports play their propaganda 24X7 at all the airports.
Why would you have to pay tens of thousands of dollars to airports to play your news channel? They could make the argument it is for their advertisers, but you would have to be a fool to believe that is the only reason.
98% of their coverage of this president is negative. Even with the recent North Korean Summit and pathway towards peace in Korea, they put a negative spin on it. Those that sit hours on end in the terminals hear this propaganda over and over.
They then go to their end destination and most probably parrot what they heard.
Had Trump been a Democrat we would hear how wonderful he is, and I am sure that Fox news would be dissing him.
This my friends and fellow Americans is where we find ourselves.
Where does all the animus come from and what effect does it have on normal Americans, you know the Deplorable.
The hostility exuded by not only the press but the elite snobs in Hollywood filters down. Where does it filter to?
Shootings in general?
Attacks on Senators playing ball?
Obviously, there was more to it than pure vile rhetoric but, did that contribute to it?
After the Florida shooting CNN hosted an event allowing emotionally fraught children to address the world. One young lady “Selena” was given a script by CNN and Democrats who hate Trump. Her message or purpose for being there was to tell the world how this was Trump’s fault and that he is personally taking millions from the NRA.
Conveniently they did not mention this shooting. Did Obama take millions from the NRA too?
People listened because we will focus on an emotional outburst like a moth goes to a flame.
This young lady was so disrespectful to a sitting president it floored me! When I watched more closely and saw the senator from Houston behind her, and it became crystal clear. From Day one this man has wanted to impeach Trump and has been slapped down even by Pelosi. His hatred for Republicans is monumental.
“Never let a good tragedy go to waste.”
This is the mantra of the left. Instead of trying to heal a nation they, in fact, poured gasoline on the fire while exploiting children to further their “destroy this country agenda!” Not just children mind you but truly victimized children.
The debased behavior of the media and Hollywood is culpable for the volatile environment we have in this country today. Their actions are tantamount to yelling fire in a crowded theatre!
Trump is a polarizing figure, I get it. Look at what he has accomplished in spite of the obstruction from the left in his first 500 days!
It would seem to the people who don’t let their emotions control them that the left would be ok with Nuclear war if it destroyed Trump. They would be ok with China taking over the world if it hurt Trump.
This is the way it seems to fair-minded people who look at both sides of the story.
The discourse in this country is in part the media and the Hollywood Elites fault.
When Icons of the Silver Screen stand in front of a crowd and yell Fuck Trump that resonates with other haters.
If I throw a pebble into a pond, the waves will eventually have some effect on the shoreline. If I toss in a boulder, the waves will overwhelm the shoreline. If I have a meteorite crash into the Gulf of Mexico, we will have another ice age.
Every action has some effect on others. that is the point of that paragraph.
The Loony behavior of some are everything from pebbles to boulders. Hate is like a virus, it is catchy. Love is also like a virus as it is catchy.