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Writing Priorities, Maximizing your Potential for Profit.

Why do we write?

  • If you are anything like me, the news of the day can destroy your creative bubble.  Distractions like Alexa or news flashes also can remove you from ‘your world.’
  • Eliminate distractions. Alexa can be told to go into do not disturb mode, as can your smartphone.

The real point of this blog is to recognize why we do what we do.  Somewhere in the back of our minds, we want to be the next New York Times Best Seller.  In a talk recently, many denied it but, after a little soul searching, it turned into ‘maybe one day.’

  • Honesty with yourself at least puts you on the correct road.

That little voice in my head has always been there but, it certainly lives in the back of my head.  Throughout my writing career, I have kept a day job. Keeping it real, keeps you grounded.

My career in writing began as writing technical documentation and then teaching from it.  I published in some international magazines for technical things but, that is not creative writing.

Today I see many blogs on how to publish on Kindle or other services.  There are other blogs on snaring agents and so on.  Should how do I publish be your priority?  How about something like, how do I layer my story so I keep my audience engaged?

  • Much like a story, one of the first things you must do is build a foundation or skeleton.

I can create flash fiction in less than an hour, and it is a good story.  Short stories and flash fictions are excellent ways to practice using words judiciously while conveying a set of ideas, or in this case, a story that entertains.

Not knowing anything about creative writing, several years ago, I launched out writing a large novel.

The bones of the story are perfect.  The story entertained me as I created it, and I fell in love with many of the characters, even the quirky robot.

As for the craft of writing, that is a different story.

In all honesty, I should unpublish much of my earlier works while I take the time to install the layers or the craft of writing. Had I used traditional publishing methods, a good editor would have pushed me through the process of improving my craft, way back then.

While the bones are white and the structure sound, what color are the walls? What does it look like? What does it smell like or sound like to be there?

I could go on and on about story structure.  Perhaps I could lament about the use of symbolism or alliteration. I could expound upon creating that emotional appeal to the reader through the eyes of the characters, that in itself might be an entire chapter.

The bottom line is this.  There are tens of thousands of writers out there that are light years ahead of where many are.  They know to create a New York Times bestseller that the bones are only the beginning.

Last week my Grammarly report informed me that I had checked over 26 million words.  Those are words much like these that I have typed. I have published over 30 novels, most full-length.  Not bragging; none of them are on the New York Times bestseller list.

Currently, I have left them published as I feel like those that want to learn from my path can get an e-book version and see the progression of ‘the craft.’ Then there are those who actually leave feedback that assists me in improving my craft as well.

One way that I know I am improving is this; when I finish a novel, I look at the word count.

Under Roswell, while a great story is huge.  My latest creation is 45K words, or about a third of the word count.

The latest is in what I call an aging folder with other manuscripts that are waiting for me to revisit them. 

“What, you’re not promoting them to agents?”

Not unlike the works I published already, these stories are aging to the point that when I go back to read them, edit them, it will be as if I have never read them before.

I know writers who have been working on one novel for over 30 years.  They are hobbyists and will likely never get that one published as it will never be done.

Writers must be prolific, and they must be ruthless with their time.

Writers must live their lives and must not get their material from TV or others’ writings.

Writers must be open to critique, self-examination, and honesty.  Sure, dream big and go for the brass ring but, have a net.

I give my time and talent to other writers constantly. A rising tide lifts all ships.

When I go to different writing groups, give talks, and so on, I can tell who is looking for that one break and who is there to be part of the tribe.

The bottom line with that elusive ‘prize’ is what the audience will connect with when your book hits the market?

I wrote a number of books inspired by 50 shades.  Those sell but, not really my cup of tea.

Who will your audience be?

I see many new titles about pandemics.  Are you tone death?

My last bit of advice for you writers out there is this: Write to please yourself.

I am an artist, and I paint to please myself.

I love to play musical instruments but only for my own enjoyment and as a way to find my center.

I write to live in that world, love those characters, and escape this world.  In my paintings or my writings, I can live there and be at peace.

Yes, I know what is going on in the world. In many of my blog posts, you can tell when I am overwhelmed by the idiots who try to rule us.  There are many who should be facing Nurnberg-style tribunals and many more who should be swinging at the end of a rope.

We will never know who killed JFK, and we will never know the truth about the current pandemic.

Control the things you can, ignore the things you cannot, and try to live in peace in your own bubble.

Much Love -TW

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Time Wasters That Keep You From Writing.

What are your distractions?

Greetings fellow bloggers, writers and those that just follow me.  Today I thought I might spend a little time with you talking about …time…

Have you ever chimed in on a conversation on social media? 

My personal feelings on Facebook are, it is a great way to keep up with family and friends without actually calling them.  Let that sink in.

The simple facts are very few people have 681 real friends.  I would define what a friend is but, I don’t think that is necessary.

My friends are the people on my favorites list on the phone. Everyone else is an acquaintance.

Yes, there are hundreds of people that I know, chat with online, and so on but, I usually don’t require their phone number.  Truth told, I don’t have the time to visit with many friends.

Scanning through social media has turned into a pastime that unfortunately zaps time away from other things.  Way back when, I used to teach a class on time management.  

In the business world today, they attach different names to it but Scrum is the latest tool.

From timeboxing to working in sprints, this is a high-pressure environment for programmers.

Where the program breaks, and the world of missed deadlines occur is a failure to take into account the human equation.

The smart phone and social media are two stumbling blocks. 

Not long ago I hired a landscaping crew to clean out the weeds, remove and replace dead plants and so on. The PM, or in this case the team lead, walked back and forth between the front and the back of the house.  As soon as he disappeared, his workers would stop working.  The cell phones came out of their back pocket.  It was almost laughable. They weren’t talking, they were playing games or checking social media.  The job took much longer than it should have.

The human factor can only do so many sprints before their mind needs to focus on something else for a while.

There were many time-management tools in the day.  As a manager of many programmers, I kept a spreadsheet of where they each were on their part of the project.  Hiring from sourced talent, if I got a dud, it was easy enough to replace them.

That by the way, is why most companies hire from such firms. They get 6 months to see how you will perform.

I would never work in a scrum environment. While the tool is meant for projects that might change with scope creep or unforeseen issues, the pressure on everyone involved comes down to time.

In our writers’ group we have writing sprints, which was taken from Scrum but, the sprint is just a way for you to dedicate time to your craft, or hobby.

Most writers that fail are those who have piss poor time management skills.

On my desk was an Alexa, my phone and some clutter that has shown up over the years.

Alexa had to go.  While a nice tool for some things, the screen displaying news feeds and so on was distracting.

The phone must be face down.  I don’t want to see anything that will cause me to deviate from my task.

Alexa has a ‘do not disturb’ function, use it.

I shut my office door to keep the distractions at bay. The phone is silenced and my list of what I want to accomplish is in front of me.

People ask me how in the devil I manage to crank out so many novels.  Time management is key.

I watch very little TV. Most of what I see is mindless dribble aimed at those with the functional IQ of a houseplant.

It is no wonder why so many shows have piss poor ratings.

If you are trapped into watching TV, examine the writing, the structure of the story and yes, any arcs.  In this way if I am stuck watching shows aimed at fifth graders, at least I can learn something from it.

Where this all started was a friendly post on Facebook.  Someone was reaching out for assistance.  I offered some advice. There were many who chimed in on my advice. Several gave very bad advice and attacked me in the process.  Delete post, and go back to my task at hand.

I live in the world I create most of the time.  Before I nod off, the story I am creating is running through my mind.  I don’t plot a story; I write from a stream of conscious.  If the ideas that pop up in the wee hours of the morning and I think there is a chance I will forget them, I get up and make notes.

Stephen King once said that he doesn’t keep a notebook with him.  If an idea pops into his head and he forgets it, it was most likely not any good anyway.  He also said a notebook like that, is just a book full of bad ideas.

I write very much like him but, I do keep a notebook. A simple three- or four-letter tickler, to have the MC fall into a crack in the ice at the end of a chapter is gold.

Best -TW

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Sonny, You don’t know what you are talking about.

If Biden were truly worried about COVID he would not be allowing hundreds of thousands of Covid positive people into the country.

Years ago, while lunching with my best friend, getting older was the topic of discussion.  We both agreed that aging was not for sissies.

One of the first signs of aging is not the typical visual signals you might expect.  Hair turns gray and thins very slowly for most. Making those noises your parents made when you get up might take a while for you to recognize that sign.

Knowing your doctor’s office staff by their first names, and knowing their family history might be your first clue. When your social life revolves around which specialist you are visiting this week, just maybe the hint that you are getting older might set in.

For me, it was none of those things. It was something that I said.

The conversation drifted around different topics of the day.  The waiter comes up listening to us for a moment before he chimed in.  He was totally clueless.  His mind however was made up by some fragment of the facts someone had told him or, possibly something he had heard on the news.

My friend and I looked at each other, before I turned to glare at this kid.  The phrase never before uttered by me came out rather snobbishly. ‘Sonny, you don’t know what you are talking about.’

He walked away shaking his head while my friend stared at me and laughed.  “What?”

“Welcome to my world.”

I had to laugh as those words were never part of my diction.

Walking out the door my friend glanced at me and said…’They vote.’

The world is headed in the wrong direction. People without a grasp on history are controlling the narrative on social media.  Major Media sources are taking foreign dollars to print, or not print stories, that would paint those sources in a bad light.

Many that I know on social media only ever talk to me when they feel compelled to show their moral ambiguities, and myopic understanding of the world while chastising me.

Sonny, you really don’t know what you are talking about.  The fact checkers are twenty-year-old boys with man buns, who sit around in their undershorts putting in their time while reading from approved scripts from someone.

Get your facts from other sources other than social media, and use other search engines other than Yahoo, Google and Bing.  Algorithms are a thing.

-Best

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News From the Russian Front… Ok, from a place outside of Big Tech…

Time to leave this world for a while…

‘I support those of you who do not want to take the vaccine; the sooner the virus kills you off, we will then be safe to go back to normal.’

This quote came from social media. I will address it at the end of this article.

Most of social media has been co-opted by governments who get them to do their bidding.  For instance, if I were to post this on my Facebook account, it would never see the light of day.  From demoting it to posting bullshit propaganda all over it regarding the veracity of what I am about to tell you, the article would be difficult to read if not redacted.

Keep in mind these social giants have hired academia to scour their platforms, so only the narrative they want advanced is visible.  

If the above link survives the process of publishing, you should take some time to read it.

  • To answer your first obvious question…TW, are you an anti vaxer?
  • No.  Having spent much of my professional career in the medical community, I am a firm believer in vaccines.
  • The real question is, ‘Is mRNA technology ready for prime time?’ 
  • The second question is, what will the long-term effects be of messing with people’s DNA?
  • What will the long-term effects be to the progeny of the vaccinated?
  • Is mRNA technology actually a vaccine?
  • When you focus the immune response on one particular covid molecule, what happens when the flu or H1N1 or even Monkeypox shows up?
  • If the government is so hyper-focused on making sure the population is vaccinated, why in just 2021 are they allowing up to 1.8 million undocumented, untested, unvaccinated immigrants from all over the world into the US?  Why are they Dumping them in Major cities everywhere?
  • Why do I have to use a search engine other than Google to find articles like the one referenced?
  • Why is the media, in combination with Big Tech, lying to the masses about Covid, immigration, and even the truth about our economy?

You won’t see a report about this on the MSM but, insurance carriers are going fucking nuts.  You see, they build their actuarial tables on current trends.

When Bill Clinton raised the retirement age, it was under the guise that people are living longer, so they should work longer.  That, of course, was a lie; it was a way to extend the life of Social Security as they had robbed it.

Insurance carriers did not change their tables; in fact, they noted that middle America is not living near as long. I would offer that it is processed foods and high fructose corn syrup (diet) that is most notably to blame, but that is outside the scope of this article.

With Covid, they are finding that people who contract it might perish six months to a year after they got it due to the ongoing damage from the disease.  This will cost them billions if they don’t factor this into their underwriting. Look for these questions to appear on forms right under ‘do you use tobacco?’

Since the beginning of this pandemic, I have learned more about Genomics than I ever wanted or cared to know.  Let’s face it, Bio movies and books like this have been done to death.  As a writer, I wouldn’t waste my time writing another Hot Zone. However, Dustin Hoffman did a good job in his role.

The bottom line is this. 

I think we should be focused on treating the problem vs. opening Pandora’s box of RNA technology, when we have no way to know what the long term outcome will be.  They are playing with fire, to begin with, and now instead of using lab rats, they are using millions of people.

Whoever authorized the research of ‘gain of function’ research on a deadly virus needs to be tried much like Nuremberg.  Why?  The world needs a say so, and we need conventions signed by all that we will not do something so haphazard and ill-informed ever again.

Before I end tonight’s Epistle, I wanted to share something I read on Facebook.

‘I support those of you who do not want to take the vaccine; the sooner the virus kills you off, we will then be safe to go back to normal.’

I understand where this kind of vitriolic rhetoric came from.  Much like the Jews were blamed for all the woes in Germany and beyond, the ‘my body my choice people’ are becoming the next class of people who might be required to wear something to identify themselves as those to be shunned or sent off to concentration camps.

The vaccine passport is a preamble to this type of behavior, and it is being promoted by the mainstream media, again, not your friend.

The person that wrote this is scared, or drunk, or just fucking stupid. The problem is, this type of talk is how angry mobs get started. Soon it is not the virus, or the person who invented it; it is the victim who does not want to be just another lab rat for Big Pharma!

Since we don’t know our history and are destroying it as quickly as our academic friends can, Rome will Fall yet again, and most of academia will fiddle, blaming anyone else.

The globalists are pulling the strings. For Globalism to happen, Rome must Fall. The Globalists are most probably in cahoots with China.

(Now there is a book idea.)

I don’t care what the media tells you; nobody in government gives a shit about you, long term. That is why they are replacing you. You are a tool, a vote, and while working, your tax dollars fund for their private islands and lavish life styles.

That money trickles down from congress and so on to committees who hire family members and soon tax payers are purchasing million dollar hammers and billion dollar bombs for some war that they will start. War is good for the economy.

Keep in mind most cable news anchors are dumb as a box of rocks and only know what writers tell them to say. They either appear knowledgeable with dark-rimmed glasses or attractive to whatever one might identify as but, as far as intelligent, not so fast. They, like most thespians are narcissist, and you would not want to know them in person.

If they were intelligent, they might look up the words Journalists and Objective and give it a whirl.

The problem is, those who listen to these talking heads are not much smarter. Unlike the talking heads, the consumers of this verbiage have lots to worry about that take up their time.  With the countries economy decimated by the pandemic, and ill-founded policies from this administration, it will not get any better. If Socialism is so great, why are the folks who say it is; not headed for Cuba or Venezuela?

I am going back to writing my latest novel; it will be something happy in a land far, far away… In the mean time

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Much Love  -TW

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What if you did something that caused the death of someone?

What if it were the death of 4 million someone’s?

I don’t know about most people, but I hate being lied to.

The mainstream media in the US and I suspect elsewhere is spinning yarns most probably created by the Chinese ministry of propaganda. If Anderson Cooper tells me it is sunny outside, I am going to look for myself.

I don’t believe a word I hear on CNN or MSNBC. That also applies to Apple News, Amazon news, and a host of other mega-media conglomerates who control the narrative around the globe.  

Those who pander to the overly emotional non-critical thinkers among us disserve what they get. Yes, good sheep, keep nibbling the grass; soon, all your troubles will be over…as you fall off the cliff.

People need to learn to think and know when they are being manipulated.  It’s very easy.  Sally Struthers if you remember back that far was excellent at it.  Walking among squaller and mostly naked children she would cry, how can you just turn a blind eye, help these children!!!

Of course, about 8 cents of every dollar actually fed the children.  PFFFT

If any news anchor makes some emotional plea, you are being manipulated.  The goal is to snag your emotions, hook your child, and get you to do some action.  If nothing more than develop anger for some opponent through lies and deceptions.

Joseph Goebbels would be proud.

There is a preponderance of evidence that the US-funded the lab in Wuhan, but Fauci was instrumental in what they were doing. There is this whole semantical argument he is making about what gain of purpose means.  

If you are old enough to remember Clinton telling the world he did not have sex with that woman, it depends on the definition of IS IS…it is the same argument.

While Fauci might not have stained a pretty blue dress, he might be instrumental in the death of over four million people and the utter decimation of the economies of over 180 countries.

In his mind, and he is on record saying this…

“If that is the case, the research was worth it.”

I have lost loved ones. I cannot speak for you or the other 4,000,000 who have died but, I don’t think Fauci can speak for us either.  With the Delta Variant still rampaging around the world, now we have the Lambda variant, what new horrors will it bring?

Viruses are harmful to play with as they are single-strand RNA.  They morph too damned easy.

His e-mails and papers are out there, but you might need to use Mozilla or Dogpile.com to find the correct metadata. Google, Bing, and Yahoo are filtering it so you will never find it.  Anything Covid related comes up to the official government script, created by God knows who.  I suspect China.

Before this is over, someone besides governments beholding to the communist party of China is going to demand answers. 

The truth is out there; we are just not getting it because we don’t need to know. 

“There is the grass sheeple, go eat.”

Just wear your mask, obedient slave. Take any shot we offer, and don’t ask questions.  The research will be worth it, eventually.

If again, you use another search engine and research mRNA virus research, you will see that those players today have been at it for years.  They were relegated to using humanized mice as lab rats. Now they have the whole fucking world as their oyster.

While the research might be worth it, someday, and Moderna, Pfizer and J&J might have a new cancer drug they can use to target cancer specific DNA, at what cost will the research come?  

Yes, I am a sci-fi writer. This stuff is morally bankrupt, and creepy.

-Best

TW

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Are you a government tit sucker?

Is the sun setting on the US?

Human nature is to seek the path of least resistance.  When one is paid to stay home and not work vs actually showing up at an appointed place, the results are pretty clear.

In the face of these policies, paying people to stay home makes no sense.

Let’s, for the moment, assume that the government cares about you. By paying you to stay home, you can stay safe, hunkered down in your safe space. Is that what you are doing?

No, you are living your life as usual, without working.

By now, even the most doltish among you should have realized that the cost of goods and services have almost doubled. From fuel to fast food to lumber, inflation is on the march.  Why?

We haven’t increased our GDP. We are printing money. Businesses are scrambling to stay afloat in a world where nobody wants to work, thanks to idiotic policies by this administration.

Imagine if you will, you are playing a board game where amassing large amounts of paper money is the end goal.  He who has the most wins the game. Mid-game, we change the rules. If you are running low, you write an IOU for the money you need. The result is, you never have to sell anything back to the bank for a loss. Every IOU created; lessons the value of the currency.

Printing more money is another form of an IOU.

While we struggle to keep food on our tables, larger businesses employ labor forces in other countries.  They have a fluid model.  This type of model allows them to shift the production of widgets to whoever can provide the cheapest labor.

  • Didn’t you find it odd that last year the flu went on holiday as only Covid was the real killer?
  • Many who passed in accidents, single-vehicle accidents were chalked up to Covid, true story.
  • Why make this virus seem scarier than it is?

Outsourcing will enrich the coffers of other countries as they have no such gifts from the taxpayers.  The people either work or starve.  If that sentence seems ambiguous to you, perhaps the following will put a finer point on it.

‘A man that does not better society by his life does so by his death.’

That statement might seem harsh, but it is true. You either contribute to society and pay your dues or die.  If all non-disabled people adopted this ideal, the world would be a much better place.  Of course, there are exceptions to the rule. We are compassionate people, but we are not fools, are we?

History is replete with the rises and falls of empires.  Marxism and communism are high up on the list of reasons for the fall. Built on lies, corruption, and greed, Marxism is a cruel hoax to those sheep who blindly follow false prophets, politicians, or charlatans.

There is a darker, more sinister scheme in play even now as you download the latest patch for your video game or perhaps the next big series to binge-watch on Netflix. 

You are being replaced.

A quick walk around almost any town square will be most educational.  HELP WANTED signs will be in nearly every window. Under the guise of a virus with a similar mortality rate as the flu, the country has been decimated. Small businesses are closing down all over the country, primarily because of policies set forth by this administration.

Unless you happen to use other search engines like Mozilla or Firefox, you will learn nothing about the millions of new immigrants pouring across our southern border.  It is an invasion of our country put in place by the Biden Administration.

Those new, soon-to-be citizens will happily take those jobs starting at $15 an hour.  While you fiddle, Rome will burn.

The distractions are plenty.  They seem crazy strange because they are. In an everyday world, we would not be entertaining the idea that a baby can decide what gender it wants to be.  We would not be cowing to those that feel like they are better than you.  We certainly would not be bullied by those same people who feel aggrieved because the media told them that they should be.

It appears as if our country is being usurped by a communist regime. The actions taken by the press and this administration are similar to actions taken under MAO Stalin and even Hitler. Stalin once said the sharpest weapon in his arsenal was the written word.

If you want to know who is controlling you, look around to see which groups that you cannot speak ill of. Those are the very ones who wish to destroy our constitution and remove your bill of rights.

No Mr. Biden, we will never yield our rights to the government. I will never give up my right to free speech.  

The brainwashed movements created from radical academia might think that’s a good idea but, those are the same people who ate Tide pods.  WTF is wrong with you? Is this what happens when you sit around smoking pot all day?

There are groups of people who are the ‘hold my beer and watch this crowd.’ You tide pod people make them appear brilliant.

If you knew history, you would know what is going on. The invaders from the south destroyed their countries, much like locusts in the fields. Brainwashed by their version of Pravda, they voted in the criminal element that pillaged the treasury. Now they are coming here to vote the same stupid way, giving power to the most corrupt politicians of our time.

My advice is to get off your butts and go back to work before all the jobs are occupied or outsourced. Learn what you can about multi-media giants. Then you too will see how propaganda is spread around the globe by people who wish to control the narrative. 

Nothing to see here, said the Wizard, pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.  PFFT

Once they have enough new voters to ensure they will never leave office, those handouts will dry up.  Foreign nationals will fill all those jobs that are available right now. All the jobs that can be; will be sent offshore, leaving gaping holes in our collective talents. 

The good news is, if we ever need to fight aliens or rob hookers, millions of you will fit right in with a pizza, a six-pack of beer, and a grandma that goes to sleep early, so she will not hear you playing video games all night.

You are selling your future for pennies on the dollar while the invading forces will march right in and take your place. Since January, we have had over a million new people enter this country. Your tax dollars are feeding, housing, and moving them around the country via chartered busses and planes.

These new folks are not tested for Covid or anything else for that matter. They are dumped off in cities around the country. While I feel they should all be sent to Delaware, convention centers in major cities are currently their destination. 

A media blackout at the border was instituted, much like the blackout that the Nazis ordered when the Brits took out one of their dams which flooded an industrial area.

‘Nothing to see here, play happy news, ask happy questions.”

The only reason the media drones on about Trump is they use him to trigger the masses.  If you are focusing your hate on a man that the media has convinced you is worse than Satan, you are not focusing on what the magician has in her other hand.  

With a million or more low skilled workers in the country since January, how many of those Help Wanted signs will be there when you finally wake up?

As for me, Covid has taken a toll on my business too. Without immediate changes, I will be forced to close the doors by year’s end. After three decades in business, that is not the end I wanted.

I am still writing, speaking, and what have you. For the record, I have more than paid my dues.  While this epistle might seem truculent in spirit, I promise it was written to grab your attention and not scold you. There was a time in my life I might have fallen into the tender trap of sleeping late, playing video games, and binge-watching TV.

I became a taxpayer at an early age. I wondered about that pay stub where small amounts were taken out for different entities.

You are taxed to death, and you don’t even realize it.

From income tax to universal fees and taxes, they take take take.  That tax code is created by those who are more sinister than Al Capone ever was.

-Best

TW

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A Multi-Billion Dollar idea to defeat Corona Virus

Do you realize how much science fact we have today came from science fiction writers like yours truly?

Many of you were surprised when the experts of the world finally admitted that the virus was airborne.

It is just common sense.  How can we capture the virus reducing its PPM to acceptable levels?

What are acceptable levels?

What if we design a mask that will become charged electrostatically as our breath passes through them?  The charge of material might capture the virus and other bacteria, dust, and so on.

What if we determine the charge of ambient particles of dust, viruses, and alike and create a generator of opposite polarity to attract them to the surface of some easily cleanable material like glass.

Where did the idea come from?

I am old school and have washed the surface of more than one CRT in my days.  The surface of the TV or computer screen before the flat panel is a dust magnet.  Why?  There was a 40kv charge just behind the mask of the picture tube, which attracted the electrons to the screen.

Viruses like the Coronavirus have little to no mass.  Their size is well into the NM (nanometer) range which is much too small to be captured by a typical mask.  Sorry folks, you have been lied to.  The mask does you little to no good. I know that those who create and sell masks appreciate your money but, as effective against the virus, nope.

If you can detect the scent of hand cleaner while wearing your mask, any virus can get into and out of your mask with ease.  The ester or molecule that you detect is in the MM (micro meter) range which is much larger than NM.

Now, if we could find a way to charge the mask electrostatically, you might have something.

If you make millions with my idea, remember where you read it.

Why am I not trying to market it?

Patent attorneys require thousands of dollars to spend time with you.  If they think you have something and you have cash, the next step is to get it protected in every country around the globe.  That is, on average, three thousand per country.

It is almost impossible for the little guy to enjoy the fruits of their labor. Large companies can push your idea into one of their facilities in some third-world country and develop it there, much as they do with pharma today.

The world needs a solution more than I need to figure out how to make money on an idea.

I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about this idea. What of we put that electrostatic charge on the plexiglass that separates cubes, tables and so on?

Many of my novels have been pirated and translated into other languages.  What can you do?

Work for the betterment of humanity and let God sort out the rotten apples.

-Best

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The destruction of America

Are you awake yet?

How is that Blue Vote working out for you?

If you want to destroy an adversary, one of the first things you do is buy off the media.  In years past, the way to conquer a country was to destroy the press by blowing up transmitters, burning newspaper outlets, or killing or locking up anyone who said something contrary to the new narrative.

This is how Hitler rose to power and why 17 million Jews were exterminated.

Communist countries strictly control the media or entirely state-run propaganda when anything is sent out into the ethos.

Along comes a media that pays every airport in the world only to play their station. So as people travel around the globe while waiting, they might get two or three hours of opinions put out as facts. We would call that propaganda.

These opinions are almost always emotional triggers.  This is how they control the masses. If you are angry, you will not think objectively. Could they be lying to you?  No, you won’t know because you are triggered.

I had a house guest recently who called every Trump supporter the worst kind of racists that could be.  The media she absorbs has her believing that Alveda King is a white supremacist. In her mind, if all Trump supporters were rounded up and exterminated, that would be just fine. In case you don’t know who Alveda is, she is the niece of Martin Luther King and an ardent Trump supporter.

Of course, none of this nonsense peddled by the media is true.

The demise of the Jews under Hitler had nothing to do with anything they did. Instead, he needed someone to blame for plundering the treasury and the country suffering through hyperinflation.

The Jews were better at business and they did well for themselves as they had a work ethic.  They were easy to set up as privileged.  It is an age-old ploy, the have’s vs the have nots. ‘It isn’t fair.’

The US is heading down that same road under this administration. If this administration gets their way, the country will be 40 trillion in debt in just a few years.  In debt to who?  China.

The media is still peddling anti-Trump rhetoric, including the infamous insurrection. But, they are hiding the truth of it from the public, making you believe it was worse than D-Day, Pearl Harbor, and 911 all combined.  They are lying.

Of all of the people that died that day, only one died of a violent act. That person was an unarmed woman who a cop shot in the neck.  The others either died of heart attacks or strokes.  These were middle-aged or older folks who had enough of the lies.  These were people whose lives had been decimated by the pandemic and were not getting any assistance from their government.

Many of these folks are still sitting in solitary confinement in a DC Jail for Trespassing.

There was no violence by the protestors.  It was not a riot. Trespassing hardly equates to what the media is selling.

Along with the media is social media.  They, too, are carrying water for someone, but who?

Someone in Congress needs to grow a pair and stop what is going on before we are all forced to learn Mandarin.   I have no issues with any people of any country.  It is their governments that I have problems with.

Our government is under assault by those same forces who answer to the almighty dollar, not what is best for the American People.

If you are angry, you are being triggered.  It is that simple.

Trump and his supporters are not what the media is portraying them to be.  Think about that. For the last few years, the press has been dehumanizing Trump and his family, and his supporters.  When in our history have we stooped so low as to sway the results of an election?  

Would you stand idly by while our boys in uniform rounded up 74 million fellow Americans and sent them to re-education camps, aka an American version of Auschwitz?

One of our news anchors was on a late-night show musing about how we re-educate 74 million folks. 

My last houseguest would stand idly by and watch. She is that much of a believer she would turn her back on them, believing that they had it coming.  

To be that willing to believe the worst in folks, there already has to be a certain amount of hate in your heart.  I think my friend is more of a racist than she thinks she is.

The German folks of WWII did just that as their once neighbors were stripped of their businesses, homes, and personal belongings and sent to live in slums while concentration camps were built to house them. The press dehumanized them, forcing them to identify with that yellow star.  Maybe Trump supporters will be forced to have MAGA tattooed on them.  Where are we headed?

It was a redistribution of wealth from the Jews to the German people. Does this sound familiar? 

We are not a racist country.  It is those who put a color in front of people that are racist.

What can you do?  Firstly you need to have a dialogue with those that don’t see things as you do. You need to understand why they feel the way that they do.  As stated, some of it is just innate human nature.  Get over it.  Skin color does not make you any better or worse than the other person. 

PR firms use science to create this bigotry to herd the masses.  They understand human nature, and they know how to craft a narrative that will motivate people in one direction or another.

Hate, Fear, and Anger are three robust tools for nudging people.  What’s wrong in the world, and who is to blame for it.

The country is broke, you live in misery, and the Jews are to blame for it.  That was all it took for the German folks to allow 17 million Jews to be slaughtered. 

This tax and spend administration is raping the treasury, and they will somehow blame Trump and the GOP for the problem.  We went from energy independence in just four months to total dependence on another country. Gas is now where it was pre-pandemic; Russia and the Emirates are now back in control of the oil supply and price, yet it is Trump’s fault.  How do those in the media sleep at night?

By the time you catch on that your dollar just doesn’t go as far, it will be too late. All of the prices of goods and services are skyrocketing. Your votes will be replaced by the millions pouring across the southern border.  Why are they coming here?  They are fleeing their repressive corrupt governments. Will they figure out why they were allowed to invade this country?  Nope…they will vote for the party that allowed it.

I hate to say this but, I would go after their advertisers and hit them in the pocketbook. Money is about the only thing these people seem to understand.  We could call it EQUITY.  PFFFT!

-Best

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GeoThermalNuclearWar,

Blinding light or slow and sickly, what is your choice of death?

Would you like to play a game?

Only in the annals of fiction do we see something so idiotic.  Let’s play a game, shall we?  Um, I will send a thousand or so nuclear-tipped missiles at your country while you send a thousand or so at ours.  The rest of the nuclear world will get involved because, why not? It’s the only game in town.

China just lobbed a threat of Nuclear War against the US.  Why?  The Biden administration is being forced to ask the tough questions?  Where did the covid virus come from?

With emails from Fauci to the scientists at the lab recently surfaced, we now know that the likely source was the lab in Wuhan. 

Let’s put that into perspective.

3.69 million people have died because of this virus.  We need to have Nuremberg-style trials, and Fauci should be among the people to testify.  

It’s not just the US that wants answers; the rest of the civilized world wants to know where it came from, who authorized it, and how do we stop it from happening again.

This virus, unlike those viruses that target certain ethnicities knows no boundaries.  The folks that created it are just as vulnerable as those farmers in parts of the world that don’t even have electricity. 

Megalomaniacs need to be held to account. That is what a tribunal is for.  We don’t threaten our adversaries with nukes for asking questions. 

The game is high-stakes poker with no winners, should you make one mistake. 

Maybe some scientist like AOC could tell us how many nuclear explosions it would take to change the climate.  The squad seems to know everything about climate change but, perhaps they should bring in the other expert from England, Greta, you know, the girl with the deadly scowl. 

Even as our military seems focused on the correct clothing for pregnant officers and political correctness, I would not want to test them when it comes to who is offended by some woke bullshit.

There are no winners in this game.  Only losers.

Stoking the flames of racism as a distraction for what is happening in this world only goes so far. People are watching actions and not the news; they know it is propaganda for the woke bullshit.

They see that their paycheck does not go as far, and Gas is right back to pre covid prices even though many are still not driving. Why did someone kill our energy independence and give it to Russia and the Emirates again?  Why Joe?  Why weaken the US at the expense of strengthening our adversaries?

Do you think that the American people are that stupid as not to notice, or are more race wars your answers to the distractions?  There are many useful idiots out there that can occupy any city you like for a price.

Speaking of Race, did you know that the Tulsa Race Massacre was perpetrated by the Ku Klux Klan, democratic society for the advancement of whites. Yes, the Democrats were behind the massacre, and yet Biden foolishly shined a light on it, I would guess in hopes that nobody would figure it out.  

Many believe the Civil War was between the north and the south, but not so.  Democrats loved their slaves and did not like Lincoln and his ilk trying to say that the Black man was equal to the White man, which he is.  Can you imagine being so full of yourself that you think your skin color makes you better than anyone else? I cannot.

The Civil war was between the ideals of Democrats vs. Republicans. 

It took a war to sort out the facts from fiction, costing Lincoln his life in the process.

As recent as LBJ (Democrat) who famously said, I’ll have those N**** voting Democrat for the next 200 years.  Care to bet if he knew any KKK members?

Biden admired Byrd a famous KKK leader.  True story.

Snopes and others try to downplay it, saying there is little evidence of it but, there is a video of him saying it.  Nice Try Snopes.  BTW Snopes is run by democrats, biased much?

Why racism?

Our emotions control us, and everyone that is in power knows this.  That is why just about every news blip you see on your phone has an emotional hook in it. 

If we wanted to stop racism, we would stop talking about it. I know of nobody that judges someone by how much melanin they have in their skin.

Knowledge is power, and education is the key to a successful life.  Hate will shorten your life.  Hate only hurts you.  BTW, I would go to the library for your knowledge as the internet is constantly scrubbed of things that liberal-leaning folks don’t like.   Much like Facebook, google, youtube and Twitter, it will never see the light of day if it does not fit the narrative.  

When they shut down Parlor, anyone who is the least bit fair-minded should have gone ape shit bonkers. Much like the Robin Hood app pulling the plug when the GameStop fiasco began.  Those that were bidding were playing by their rules, and someone in control stopped them.  IS the stock market fair? Not for thee, only for them.

Paper books from the time are more reliable than anything you read on the internet.

As far as nuclear war… Well, that would take care of all of the hate in the world as the cockroaches would be the only creatures to survive it. Radioactive fallout, much like the coronavirus, knows no boundaries either.  Your best bet would be to learn where the targets would be and go there before the first blinding light occurs.  Better to go out quickly than die a miserable lingering death of radiation sickness. No, there are no safe places on this planet if anyone is that stupid, demented, or just crazy.

I was speaking with a friend of mine about current events when we touched on the UFO stuff that is supposed to be released.  I said, “I hope there are aliens, it would be nice to have some intelligent life to speak with.”

Obviously, I was overstating things but the point is, if you read the news blips and dare, I say it, watch the news you too might conclude that we have gone bonkers as a people.  Who in their right mind pulls a gun on cops?

If China created this virus, which it looks like they did, someone needs to be held to account.

It’s not the people, it’s the government who gave their blessings.

If Fauci was involved, he too needs to be held to account.

Those are my thoughts for today, I hope you all are well.

Assuming China was saber rattling to clatter the bones of a rather geriatric basement dwelling executive who often is not sure what day it is, I will continue writing my latest thriller.

Told from the eyes of an unreliable narrator, with some paranormal activities, it should be a good read.

Much Love -TW

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A Few Thoughts on life, climate change and You

How are you holding up?

I pray that you all have been keeping safe and well.  The world is upside down at the moment. 

An impromptu trip to Hospital reminded me of just how fleeting life can be.  What could have been Covid was something else.  Fever and two weeks in bed I am still recovering.  Either the tests are flawed, or the staff are students, and unsure of which end of the stethoscope goes where.  

From the looks of my body, after they finished attempting their ritual bloodletting, I am thinking someone relaxed the rules on what it takes to be a medical professional.  Sorry if that offends, had you been me, you would understand.

I spent a large part of April with a fever and medicated. Medical facilities were such that I was not in dire enough straights to garner a room, so I suffered at home.

Fever can be an interesting trigger for horrible nightmares, visions, and close personal chats with those that have passed years, if not decades prior. Yes, I am talking about spooky stuff.

There is a paradigm shift in the world.  The pandemic might be the cause, or the tool.  I suspect the latter. I don’t think we have seen the other shoe drop where this pandemic is concerned.  My research into vaccines and what they are doing with them vary.  Either it takes me to sites that tell you everything else is fake news, take the shot, yada yada or, you read on genomics, happen to have more than a passing understanding of the subject and realize that there is a real danger in messing with RNA.  That is how we got here in the first place.

Who, what sane person takes a virus that in and of itself is dangerous and thinks, ‘now, how could I make this more transmissible and increase the damage that it does to the host?’

If we knew the truth, we would probably convene trials reminiscent of Nurnberg.

Reported on several sites, the lab in Wuhan had sloppy controls, funding from other countries, and supposedly, Fauci was involved.  Let that one sink in.  If true, anything he said would be very suspect.

Just because you can, does not mean that you should.

We have enough nukes pointed at each other around the world to turn the planet into dust.  Why?  Are we that insecure as a race?

Over three and a half million have fallen to this virus. Is the plan to weed out the old, sickly and so on much like in the wilds of the animal Kingdome?  Is this tied to Climate Change and some magic number of humans to resources?  Are we revisiting Hitler’s Eugenics on Steroids?

As for Climate Change, It is bullshit.  Here is why.

When a 12-year-old girl becomes the lightning rod for a cause championed by non-other than a privileged girl, ex bartender who couldn’t spell Celestial Mechanics, you know there is an issue.

There is power and big money in cow farts and controlling your lives. 

This winter was unseasonably colder for us in the south.  This July, August it will be warmer than last year, and it is predictable.

Celestial mechanics, the movement of the heavenly bodies, plays a part in the majestic dance we are in with the other planets, moons, etc. 

Gravity is the key driving force that regulates this dance.

Our sun goes through a cycle much like everything else in nature, including us humans.  Where the sun is concerned every 11.5 or so years, it has a period.  Crude, but to the point.  The sun’s face gets some acne, a zit or two appear, and at times those pimples erupt.  We call them solar storms.  Sluffing off large amounts of solar stuff into the cosmos, if you are in the direction of the flair, much like your mirror if you squeeze your zits, there are now spots to contend with.

We get pretty dancing lights in the different extreme north or south hemispheres, and we are also at heightened risk of skin cancer from cosmic radiation.

The Thunberg’s and the AOC’s of the world will find some cause to rally around calling it exhaust from your immaculate burning car, but that is what stupid people do; they become shepherds, leading the sheep, even more foolish people, off cliffs.

In reality, the menstrual cycle of the sun is regulated by our protector and wandering star, Jupiter.

Much like the three wise men followed the Eastern star to find Jesus, we should be thankful it is there.  Its gravity is so dense that it plays minesweeper, capturing many wayward fast-moving rocks that might end our puny lives in a heartbeat, much like the dinosaurs before us.

Jupiter has such an immense gravitational field that it drags the sun’s core over a half-million miles closer to it, as it traverses its orbit ever oh say, 11.5 years. 

Wait, doesn’t the sun have its menses every 11.5 years? Could it be that there is no internal mystery of the cyclical nature of the sunspot cycle?

As it happens, this winter, not only was Jupiter tugging on the sun dragging it a half-million miles further away from our lovely little planet but, Saturn is also in conjunction with Jupiter.

Saturn is also a gas giant. I would surmise it does a fair amount of changing the core dimensions of the sun, shifting its center of gravity, and so on all on its own.  With both gas giants dragging on the sun in one direction, how much further will the core be nudged?

Well, kids, this July August guess where the earth will be positioned?

Yep, between the sun and those two gas giants.  If you could stand on the sun and look into the ‘night sky, you would see the earth, Jupiter, and Saturn all lined up within a few arcseconds of each other.  With each body exacting some attraction on the sun, this summer will be warmer than others.

The climate change people will beat their chest and demand more money from you to use less efficient forms of energy to save the planet. Now you have fodder to push back.  Knowledge is power.  Critical thinking is part of the process. Greta and her ilk are used as pawns by the rich and the powerful to control the masses.  Her Glower and adulation by Time Magazine, who also praised the likes of Hitler and Stalin, should be your first clue that you are reading the wrong rags. We are controlled and manipulated by multimedia conglomerates who own the politicians.

I am all about a clean environment.  I also know there are no free lunches and no perpetual motion machines.

Visionaries like Musk are who we should be looking for.

As for the virus, the more I learn, the more upset I am that this might not be the first such contagion released on the world. 

Back in our history, Smallpox was released on the indigenous population. If ever we needed that Thunberg scowl, that would be such a place

Here is some more glower material for those of you who study such things.

Radioactive dust in the form of Zinc Cadmium Sulfide was dropped on cities coast to coast by your very own military, exposing millions to toxic radioactive substances. They did this as part of cold war feasibility studies on attacking cities or countries with airborne agents.  Little did they know, years later we would have a virus that was .001 nm in size, more virulent and deadly than Hitler’s mustard gas, and would be transported by people.

While I admire the tenacity of the Hog’s, Thunberg’s, and even the AOC’s of the world, I wish to god you would educate yourselves.

You three and your ilk are like No Toes McGrew… Ready Fire Aim.  You want the facts; follow the damned money.

Guns are not the issue; sick people with severe mental anomalies are the problem.  With the pandemic, it is worse, not better.

Climate change is all about greed.  Yes, this inexpensive way of doing things works, but how can we nudge you into paying much more for less?  

Freon is the perfect example of how chemical companies lobbied the US to outlaw a perfectly efficient gas for air conditioners for a less efficient form that wears out equipment four times as fast and is much more expensive. This cheap gas is still used in other countries, not in the US, because our lawmakers sold out to the chemical giants.

These last few months have been tough.

If you know someone who, or perhaps you suffered a personal loss, you have my heartfelt sympathies.

As you might suspect, I know many people from what I do.  I would need both hands and feet to tally the close personal acquaintances that have passed in these last few months. I am waiting for Zoom to capitalize on Virtual funerals.

Mental illness is by far one of the most significant issues we face as a race.  Violence around the globe is on the uptick. Domestic disturbances are off the charts, and personal attacks on people they didn’t even know are reported more often.

Here in the states, shootings are frequent with the spark, often as simple as cutting someone off on the motorway, even by accident.  

Young girls, teenagers murder a peer for reasons as of yet unknown.  Part of me thinks it was to video it and get her five minutes of fame.  Plunging a knife into the chest of a classmate and former friend over an argument, video it, and brag about it.  On her own phone video, she tells her friends ‘I stabbed the bitch in the heart.’ Sure, Guns are the problem.   NOT.

If your emotions are triggered, you’re being manipulated. Preachers have been using this method for years, holding out your eternal salvation as a way to get part of your wealth, and worse, your time.  Business execs are more upfront, dollars for hours worked.  Yes, we are all whores.

Then there is the lowest of the low, politicians who enslave vast populations by paying them not to work.  Idle hands are the devil’s workshop.  If you are paid not to work, how likely are you to get into trouble with all that spare time?

They know this, and they don’t care.  Vote the right way, and what happens to you, your family, and so on is none of their concern.

Live on the streets in run-down, crime-ridden cities and vote when it is time.  Pitiful.

If you stomach the news, you might be tempted to believe it is a race thing.  That is what the talking heads all say, it must be true. That would be a lie.

Melanin has nothing to do with what kind of life you have.  If the desire to learn new skills and develop talents has been removed, our natural tendency is to take the path of least resistance.  Those of us who have had to scratch at the dirt, claw our way up from the ground to eat, appreciate opportunities.  That my friends is the real difference between privilege, and non. Flipping burgers as a child while going to school was a privilege.  That entry level job taught me the value of work.  The friends I grew up with, who were handed everything in life did not do so well.

What am I doing?

I am working on a thriller that is modeled after my Kelly McGuire novel.  This Story has a paranormal feel to it and is written from the 1rst POV.  This is an unusual style for me so stay tuned when it will be ready for pre-release.

Yes, all of the ideas and opinions in this blog are mine.  No, I have not borrowed anything from anyone in scientific circles. Much like my argument that meteors can have their own mini moons orbiting them, the concept of the sun’s cycles are mine.

Every so often I get an e-mail about the variety of stuff that I write.  People are rather bemused by the fact that I have written books on how to be successful in the adult entertainment industry.

When E.L. James wrote 50 shades, she did not want people to know who she was until she became rich.   

I am not ashamed of trying to assist those that are attempting to make a go of it, modeling on web cam.  I am not ashamed of any of my over 25 million published words. I am still scratching at the dirt, the walls and yes, the glass ceiling, because that is who I am.

As my craft continues to improve, I might go back and ‘fix’ some of my earlier works.  I try to look forward, and not backward.  Those two how to manuals took me less than a day to write each and they have assisted many.  If that is your version of scratching, God Speed.

If you are a regular to my blog, thanks so much. It has been a while since I had anything of value to contribute.  

Much Love -TW

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Can you be a household name for doing a good deed?

If your dead, a state funeral does you no good.

There are ways to get famous, this way would not be my preferred way.

I am not sure what the world is coming to but, listen to this…

A neighbor reported that her cat got out and is missing.  It was the middle of the week.  My daughter was engrossed in some video games, and it was a nice day.

I walk the area on occasion but hardly ever in the middle of the day.  What harm can it do to take a walk and look for a stray cat?

As I chat with her about life and things in general while walking the sidewalks where the cat went missing, we see a cop pass by.  There are signs up with descriptions of said cat.

Without warning, the car turns around and now appears to focus on us. Two officers that get out to investigate us.  I wonder if they are there to help look for the cat?  Probably not.   

My daughter is a child, and I am not exactly threatening, but, rapidly the wrong end of a gun is pointing in our direction from the other officer.

“Woe, what the hell, officers?”

Separating us, my daughter is told to walk backward toward the other officer.  This child still has issues walking forward without tripping. Pffft.  I watch her, she is terrified. I am not exactly calm and collected, but I know not to do anything that would cause a trigger pull.

If she had tripped walking backward would that cop have shot her as she moved in an unexpected manner?

“We got a call of suspicious activity, and you two are out in the middle of the day, don’t seem natural.”

Are all Texans this slow, or do you have to be not real bright to wear the uniform?  Asking for a friend.

“We are not armed, and we live here.”

“Where is here?”

“Next street over.”

“I need to see ID.”

The end of whatever pistol the other officer was pointing at me looked like a cannon as I slowly reach for identification. 

“What are you doing out this time of day?”

I point to the sign on the post not twenty yards away.  They act as if they don’t believe me because nobody gives a damned about someone else’s cats or problems…

I do. What if it were my cat?

The other officer has my daughter by the car and is asking her the same types of questions.  Later she told me that the officer thought we were nuts to be looking for a lost cat that wasn’t even ours.

At least no more guns are pointing at us.

I happen to conceal carry; I did not have it on me then but, one has to wonder, what if?

Since this happened to me, a white person, I felt like it might be wise to pass on some salient info regarding concealed carry and cops.

By this story, it is not hard to tell that their anxiety level is much higher than what they might let on.  Like you and I, they deserve to go home to their family in one piece at the end of the day.

Whether you conceal carry or not, and I don’t give a shit what color you are, keep your hands in plain sight.  Statistics prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that cops kill more white people than black folks.  I realize that doesn’t fit the narrative but, facts are immutable.

If it is at night, pull over, put your car in park, turn on the dome light, roll down the window and place your hands on the dash.  You don’t want to be an accident.

Never adjudicate your case on the side of the road; the cop does not give a crap about your reasons for whatever you were doing that caused him or her to pull you over.  Yes, sir or ma’am or no sir or ma’am is about all you need to say.  A medical emergency is probably the one excuse you might offer up but make sure it is a medical emergency.

If I can have guns drawn on me while walking through my neighborhood, it could certainly have gone down a lot worse with a child by my side.

If you carry, when they ask, hand the cop your license to carry at the same time you give them your driver’s license.  They will ask you if you are armed.  In truth, they will know more about you before they ever talk to you than you would expect.  They will see if you are registered as concealed carry and if you have insurance, where you live, and so on.  The database is pretty reliable.  What you hand them is matched against it.

Never reach for your gun; you will end up dead.

Please keep your hands where they can see them.  Most probably, he or she will disarm you, allow them.

At the end of the day, it will be a story you can tell, or like me, blog.

I was unaware that Gladys Cravats from Bewitched lives in my neighborhood.  

The moral of the story, keep your cat or dog locked up when people are working in your house. Don’t expect me to go looking for it ever again.

The times we live in are much more dangerous.  Tensions are high as hate, racists acts, and all forms of violence sell air time.  The media has a 24 7 news cycle, and without people doing evil, stupid things they would not have advertisers paying them for air time. Emotional drama sells.

If things calm down, they will manufacture something even if they have to make it up out of thin air.

Had I been black and been shot for looking for a neighbor’s cat the press would have played the story for days.  Since I am white and didn’t get shot, it’s not worth mentioning. Unless, of course, you are looking down the wrong end of a gun carried by some cop who might be rattled.

They don’t need to be defunded; we need more money for more and better training.  We should be able to offer them good wages so we can attract the brightest and the best.  If they have the power of life or death in their hands, don’t you want the most brilliant and best wearing the badge?

Much Love -TW

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Are we Headed this way again? Part II

It seems someone needs to learn some history.

When we speak of the Holocaust, the number 6 million is tossed around.  Those that even think about it want to dismiss it as quickly as they read the word Holocaust.  It is unpleasant.

It is more than unpleasant. Indeed it is deplorable that humans were treated in such a callous manner.  Blamed for something that was not of their doing, dehumanized by the minister of propaganda and several media outlets, they were the victims.  The Brown Shirts crawled out of the cracks from where scum usually lives and became the muscle of the Nazi party.

Good Arian boys and girls waved flags with the swastika to show their support of their  ‘dear leader’ while turning a blind eye to the atrocities unfolding in their midst.

There are many facts that even they didn’t realize or know.

Those trains carrying victims came from far and wide, much like a dragnet of sorts.  The actual number of victims is far closer to 17 million.  Let that number sink in… 17,000,000 and Change.

I am curious why we don’t hear the Jews looking for reparations.

History is rife with wickedness, and much of it is based on racism, or is it?

Nobody in their right mind would stand there today and argue that the slave trade before the civil war was a good thing.  Nobody certainly would stand on a soapbox and justify it or do anything to try and repeat it, would they?

The number of enslaved people from Africa is all over the map.  If you go with published data points, 12.5 million Africans were brought to the US from the 1500s to the 1800s.

Missionaries might have opened the door, using God as a cudgel to control the natives; it was not white people running around Africa rounding up slaves for deportation.

It was white people or people of lighter skin than those that they oppressed who brokered the transactions; however, they did not physically round-up anyone.

When the Spaniards purchased them, they were treated as livestock. That livestock was sold to them by Africans.  From buttons to baubles, the slaves sold to them were prisoners of war.  Those people would have been a food source to those who sold them.  Yes, they were cannibals.

They were conquered tribes, slaves, prisoners, females for sexual gratification, and yes, dinner.  If the truth offends you, stop reading this and go live in your delusions. 

Like the missionaries used God as a club, we don’t want to blame them because they were doing God’s work.  Really? 

Slavery existed long before bible-thumping opportunists went looking for ways to make money from dealing in human trafficking. While some missionaries genuinely believed in what they were doing, any thinking person should realize that using your salvation as a bargaining chip is evil.

This blog post is not about race relations.  I believe that thinking people realize that skin color does not make a difference in who you are.  Those who rely on skin color as a crutch own that problem, and it is up to them to see the light or continue to live in their delusional misery. After having a president of color, the proof is there for anyone who will open their fucking eyes.

Americans are not systemically racists. Those who claim we are have an ulterior motive, and it is evil.

In 2008 when Obama ran against McCain, I knew it was a farse.  McCain no matter what you think of him, was a Democrat.  Picking his running mate, they never put up a serious threat to Obama’s race. Nobody running a serious campaign would have picked her, as a running mate.

Republicans were duped time and time again by this man.

Hope and Change sold well in the media. As a PR person, that is a campaign I would have devised if I were working on it.

Still, people of all races voted for Obama, and the media was his cheerleader.  From the thrill up a leg to the fawning, obsequious talking heads of the media, owned and controlled by big corporations, the fix was in.  Manipulating the masses with emotionally charged issues, white people became the villains.

They did not count on those talking heads who were caught in too many lies. People of color, their base, began to question the democratic plantation.  They needed to find a new breed of voters who knew less history, but who?

Why not import a whole new population of voters, and oh yes, slaves to live on the democratic plantation?

Hillary had all the name recognition and branding she needed to have an easy win.  Unable to keep up with her opponent, she only hit the states with the highest number of delegates. She was quoted as saying that she runs as a Democrat because Democrats are stupid and easy to control.  She was and is her own worst enemy, and still, she blames everyone but herself.

She underestimated Trump.  She also underestimated people of color.

While the media attacked him mercilessly, nothing stuck; they attacked him, Melania, and his children. They made fun of her accent, playing to those who are racist.  When that backfired, one of his opponents sent nude pictures of her to all of his constituents in Utah, knowing full well the Mormons would never have anything to do with anyone who was immoral.  Little did they realize the evil person was the politician using every dirty trick in the book.

Trump and JFK have much in common; I will explain that link in a future blog.

With people of color leaving the plantation and women not dissuaded by the attacks on his character, the country ended up with someone who believed in America First.

Countries far and wide only think they have the power over the politicians; they don’t. As many who read this blog can attest to, repressive regimes are everywhere.  While this country is the last bastion of freedom, we are falling to the whims of large corporations and the elite.

That is the root cause of racism. It has little to do with color.  That is a lie told to the ignorant who believe everything they hear or read from the media.

Yes, some see a person of a different color and fain disdain for them, but it is not a color thing in truth.  It is much more rudimentary than that.  This issue goes back to the Holocaust.  

There is this mantra that most of us grow up with, study hard, work hard, and you will go far.  There are too many that never see that example.

The Jewish people have a work ethic and are disciplined.  Many folks of all colors work hard and see that someone like Obama can live in the White House and do what it takes to go far.  Some do not and instead depend upon the ‘governments’ to take care of them. Others, unfortunately, look for illegal or immoral ways to fund a lifestyle.

It isn’t just the drug dealers living on the edge; it is people in power that have become so corrupt that the laws don’t apply to them.  They use racism as a deflection technique to distract those of us who look behind the curtain. 

Those that depend upon free phones, free health care, free food, and free places to live typically are happy to stay on the plantation. They are told where their bread is buttered, and they vote accordingly. 

Those of us who keep our noses to the grindstone are the providers of their funds.  There are no free lunches; someone pays for them.

Today we have an unprecedented surge at the border from countries that have been so corrupt they can no longer afford to provide free stuff.  Those in charge will give to those who come here. However, they have a hand in your pocket to pay for it.

Much like the nomads of early history, they are going where there is still milk and honey.

These tens of thousands will accompany the over 20 million illegal, undocumented, pick your adjective people that cross our borders. I would not be shocked to learn that their governments are assisting in the migration as American dollars flow home from those who secure work or free stuff.

While the good people who profess their disgust of the word ‘illegal’ will welcome them in, it is not those people who will suffer from the overpopulation of migrants. 

They are the haves, that live in their gated communities, drive their nice cars, and send one of the maids out to the store to purchase what they desire. 

To show you just how out of touch they are, when Mrs. Pelosi stood next to her two, SubZero, 25 thousand dollar freezers, in her mansion, showing the media $16 a pint designer ice cream, many on the media took note.  How many of you realize that a SubZero brand freezer is $25K?  She has two.  How many of you buy designer ice cream at $16 a pint?

Now, how many of you have a side-by-side fridge freezer that came from Sears?   You know the one you had to finance at 24% interest over a year…   Maybe you didn’t have a Sears card and had to get it from Rent a center…  They are clueless about how we live.

It’s worse; she and her ilk are paid by you.  On top of that, they are working hard to keep wages low.

It was never about race; it is all about the have’s and the have nots.  Those who live in the gated communities, show up on the silver screen, or live in the country’s wealthiest county (DC), are totally out of touch.  They don’t know what it is like to triple lock your door at night or duck every time you hear a gunshot.

Those of us who do not live in a gated community, hear sirens on an hourly basis, or have the occasional gunshot wake us at night would not know how to react if we were to trade places with them.  

What would it be like to have armed guards around your house at night?

I am reminded of Montgomery Burns on the Simpsons, “release the hounds.”

Some of these migrants will be the ones with guns, the disrespect for human life and the law, and become part of our communities.

It was never about race; it has always been about the have’s and the have nots.

Archeological digs have found skeletons of early man who had his head crushed by their neighbor for what he or she had.  In many of these cases, the head was crushed because they ate the brains of those they killed.

Oh, and they used sticks and stones.

As these migrants filter into the country and end up in communities, jobs will be more challenging to come by for those who already live there.  Crime will undoubtedly increase, and the murder rate will increase too. 

Pay scales will decrease as there is more cheap labor…Slaves.

If they are kept in limbo, as they have kept the current 20 million people, more American dollars will be funneled out of the country to those very countries they have escaped.  Further, as long as they are ‘undocumented,’ they will live in the shadows. They are modern-day slaves. This administration knows it, wants the cheap labor, and, of course, their vote.

‘How much does a vote cost these days?  Asking for a friend.’

I am not saying the migrants are bad people.  They are leaving a country with limited funds to become slaves. The migration has been going on for decades. The politicians know it and facilitate it.   Follow the money.  When a public servant becomes a millionaire, they are probably crooked.  Why else would someone spend $19 million of their own money for a job that pays $154K a year?  Did we stop teaching critical thinking altogether, or is something in the water?

Today we have a high rate of catalytic converter thieves.  This theft is happening all over the country.  Some companies will readily buy them knowing they are stolen, providing the demand.  If the thief is not careful, it can cost up to four thousand dollars to get it fixed.

Those kinds of thefts are what I think will be the beginning of more significant problems. There are some complete morons who want to defund the police or take guns away from law-abiding citizens.

One such moron is a lawmaker in Texas who wants to make it more difficult for the law-abiding citizen to use deadly force to defend herself.

Biden once told the ladies if you are going to get raped, pee yourself, and then the rapist will not want to rape you.  This is coming from a guy that sniffs the hair of little girls.  Another lawmaker from a few years ago told women if they are going to get raped, lie down and enjoy it. 

What the fuck is wrong with these people?

Me, aim and pull the trigger until it stops making that loud banging noise.  When it just makes that clicking sound, you can stop.  Who knows, the asshole might be into golden showers.   Judged by twelve, rather than carried by six, is my motto.

Save the hate comments, don’t need them.

Before you vote, think carefully about who and why you are voting that way.  The media is not your friend.  If your emotions are tweaked, you are being manipulated.

Much Love -TW

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Is this where we are headed, again?

When we fail to learn from history we repeat it.

The following is a story modeled after true events in our history. It is about racism and is worth your read, and you sharing it.

Comments are welcome.

History is rife with example after example of what happens when you devalue a race of people.  Blaming ‘white people’ is a cruel joke on society, and the mark of a racist worthy of the KKK.

I wanted to post pictures of naked dead people from a real event in our history that was so horrific; those pictures gave me nightmares to this current day. I am a humanist.  While I acknowledge that evil exists, I happen to believe that humankind is inherently good. 

Mob mentality is catchy.  More horse thieves met their death at the end of a rope, without the benefit of a trial by their peers.   Vigilante justice is not justice at all; it is the opposite of justice.  It is, in fact, murder.

There is a lengthy history of such actions.  Google genocides through history. 

I see pundits tossing around the race card much like a match in a fireworks factory.  In 2012 the race card was played nightly when we first heard of a game called the ‘polar bear hunt.’

Inciting violence against an entire race is easy to do when you shout hate from a megaphone like the Main Stream Media is doing every day.  The individual who attempts to knock out an elderly white person with one punch is responsible for playing the game; the person who yelled fire in the theatre is to blame for those who get trampled.

I researched this for a story I was working on.  It breaks my heart to see those with megaphones yelling fire in the auditorium of life.  By their actions, they are dehumanizing white people.  Now before you say, oh boo hoo, I want you to read this story below.  I could have put tons of pictures here, but in all consciousness, I cannot.  They are far too graphic. 

If the news is reporting any event regarding race, I want you to take out the word white, and insert the word black, and see if it is still ‘ok.’  The odds are great it will not be ok so it is, NOT OK!

Not all that long ago, a group of people tore down statues.  They banned free speech. They blamed the economic hardships on a particular group of people.  They then instituted gun control.  They made fun of those who hung on to their guns and their God.  Indeed, you were to put your country or your government ahead of God.  They then nationalized health care regulating the industry with an iron fist.

With runaway inflation, printing money was the beginning to the end. The government needed to find ways to reward the faithful.  Since money was worthless, they came up with a plan.

To give to those that were patriots or loyal to the cause, they took the possessions, businesses, and personal property of this group deemed responsible, and re-distributed it to the good loyal followers.

This group of people were taken from their homes and moved into the ghettoes. They were forced to wear identification as to who they were. Everyday citizens spat upon them.  They heard about the camps and knew they were suffering, but they didn’t care.  They were to blame for the state of affairs, weren’t they?  All the news stations said they were to blame.  As the rape gangs brutalized women and children, they again looked the other way. This group was to get no sympathy from the good citezens.

You watch as your children are stripped naked in the streets, beaten and raped by gangs of roving ‘elites.’ The law is on their side, not yours.

The proper people ignore their screams while fussing at their kids; they might catch something by having sex with a dog, you or your child were now worse than rabid dogs.

Imagine your husbands are taken away, leaving you and your family defenseless after losing your home, your business, and being forced to live on the streets. 

Your customers who used to greet you when entering your shop now look down their noses at you and spit on your naked body as those that still want to rape you do so at will. Gang rape is in fashion, and you are defenseless. Nobody cares about you or your spawn.

You and your kind caused this whole mess and you don’t disserve to live.  That is what the media reports night after night, so it must be true.

The proper women complain that their boys might catch something, so the government stirs to action to protect the good citizens from street people’s scourge. The several year plan is complete, you and your kind are officially vermin. Never mind that your kids played with their kids, that is over.  How could they have been so blind as to not see that you are the spawn of Satan?

Imagine soldiers are rounding you up to save you from the rape gangs.  You and your children are loaded into boxcars with the promise of taking you and your children away from this dangerous place. If your boys can labor for the war effort, they go one way.  If you and your daughters are of no value to the war effort, you go another way.

Some find that their next destination is a concentration camp, or worse. In this place, if you go there, you will most certainly starve to death.

Some will not make it to a camp, they are filling up. They have to invent new ways to offload the refugee population faster.  They need to become more efficient at what they do.  While the scientists work on better ways to manage population control, many will be managed the old-fashioned way.  You and your daughter are on that train.

With the train’s chugging through the mountain pass, you are packed so tightly; you jostle into each other with every motion.  The smell of the smoke from the locomotive passes over as an occasional cinder lands in someone’s hair or on their clothing.    The top of the car is off, exposing you and everyone to the elements. Air from the mountain pass occasionally wafts in, causing the black smoke to blow to the side instead of over you.

A whistle blows before it comes out of the mountains echoing off the hills.  You hear it, but you have no clue it is to alert the men ahead that they soon will be busy.

The train lurches to a stop in the middle of nowhere.  The sounds of the clacking steel brace on the side of the car give way to the sliding door as it opens, allowing the cool air to circle among you.  You grab your child close as you witness officers brandishing machine guns.  The mood is dark as their orders are stern. You and your children line up as you leave the train cars, looking for evidence of your new home away from the rape gangs, you see none. 

Thankful to stretch your legs, your relief soon leaves as you catch a whiff of the odor you remember from a dead animal or worse.  On top of the foul smell, there are no buildings, tents, or anything that resembles a bathroom.

There is heavy equipment sitting idle and freshly piled mounds of dirt block your view of what lies past it.

The cool air in the middle of the field soon feels a little too cool. Orders are given to remove your clothing and put them into a pile.  You and others begin to sob, knowing that you have not escaped the rape gangs. 

There are too few soldiers to rape all the women, however.

One of your friends argues with the officer and is shot on the spot.  The sound of the gunshot shocks you as you watch her drop to the ground with blood staining  her white dress as she drops.

This is no longer about rape, and you realize in your heart what is about to happen.  You look for a way to hide your child to protect her from what is to come.

The children are too scared to cry as coats, dresses, and soon underclothes are placed into a pile.  Several of the other women are ordered to pick up the dead woman and carry her to a pile of dirt twenty or so feet tall.

As the rest of you approach the area, watching them carry your friend, blood drips from her dangling hands as the odor of death fills your nostrils.

The grass and cold dirt on your bare feet are a stark reminder that you and your children are naked as you walk closer and closer to what will surely be your last moments on earth. You make eye contact with a young man carrying a machine gun.  He orders you to stop looking at him.

Crossing the field there is a haze in front of the mounds of earth that you don’t quite recognize.

Reaching the precipice, there is an audible gasp from your peers. You glance into the ravine carved into the earth like a deep crimson scar.  Bodies, still letting out steam from their last moments on earth are piled on top of bodies that have been there for much longer.

The sound of your friend tumbling down the side of the ravine landing on top of naked dead bodies shocks you back to reality.  Like sheep, you do as your told, waiting for God to rescue you.

Her white dress is now crimson with brown spots where the mud has clung to her.  What was blond hair is also crimson with brown soil on her face.  Shuddering, you look at your daughter who is in shock.  She is not moving or talking your ear off as she normally would.

Flies and flesh-eating birds hover over and around the bodies as you peer at them until you see someone that you once knew. The shock of what you see silences your thoughts, causing you to go numb inside.  Stella, a good friend lies lifeless with her eyes still open as if she is gazing into the heavens. Her face is contorted oddly as her body lies unnaturally on the top of mountains of flesh.  You knew more women who are face-up, with gaping wounds where the bullets exited their body.

Those face down had small holes ranging from their legs to their backs.  Many had let loose their bowels after they died.  The odor was almost toxic.

Children cry as you pick yours up, holding her close.  You call out to your God to save you from what will surely be the sting of death. A warm liquid leaves your arms as your daughter has lost control of her bladder.  You hold her close, kissing her as the soldiers bark out more orders to the end of the line.

Ordered to face the ravine, the last few of your friends and colleagues are lined up, all facing the rising sun.  Steam from the gorge causes an eerie fog to obscure it. The call of angry crows catches your attention as they fly by, distracting you for a second, as they chase after an owl that stayed out too late.  For a moment, you wish you were the owl only having to confront the murder of crows.  Were the crows much different from the rape gangs you wonder.

You hear mechanical sounds of metal on metal.  That is the arming of machine guns, and you have heard them before. A shock of sorts goes through your body from your toes to your head with the last click of the guns closest to you. You squeeze your daughter tight to your breasts, knowing the bullet that kills you, will kill her too.

Orders are barked as you hear the first of many pop pop pops.  Screams, grunts, and the sounds of people collapsing, falling forward, and landing on those that died before you, fill the air.  As the bullets get closer, you hear the shot’s splat, as they tear through the flesh of a friend. You see red vapor explode from your closest friend’s chest.  You close your eyes as you hear your friend tumble away from you down into the ravine.

The sting in your back and butt and leg causes your vision to flash a bright white before you see the vapor of red escaping out of you and of your child.  Time seems to slow to a crawl as you slowly fall to your knees. Your legs no longer can hold you as you see shattered bone just below your knee poking out through your skin. Frame by frame you watch as the world turns upside down before you realize it is you looking up to the sky through your blood soaked legs. Light glints off the broken bone as blood spatters around you and in your face.  Headfirst you fall into the pit, still grasping your child who is gasping for air. Your body slides down the mountain of flesh, coming to rest close to your friend who still has a vacant stair.

For just a flash of a second, it is you peering at your friend, before you realize that Elizabeth is crying in agony. A bullet went through your mid-section and pierced your daughter’s chest. Reaching for your daughter, you can’t help but close your friends’ eyes as your last gesture of humanity, before more bodies land around you.  

You hear another fall and still more dirt accompanies those that tumble down into the ravine. The rat a tat tat of the guns are now but an echo far above you as more naked women tumble down onto the mountain of flesh.

You witness strange white shadows leaving the pit from those around you. The smell of death no longer bothers you as you listen to your child try to cry, gasping for air through the gurgling blood pouring from her gaping mouth.  Pulling her close you try to comfort her to no avail.

“We going to see grandma Elizabeth, just let go!” you whisper…

Your tears mix with blood that is now dripping from your own lips. You pray that god will be merciful and take her quickly, not even thinking about your own pain.  The sight of Elizabeth suffering is much worse than anything these bastards could do to you.

The sounds of moaning, crying, accompany an unsettling silence which fills the air. You can still hear the sounds of the men talking above you. The ache in your hip is nothing compared to the burning, searing pain in your side. Your daughter is gasping up more blood as you pray for God to take her. Her blue eyes are not as bright as they were a few days ago before the rape gangs had their way with her.  She watched as they had their way with you and many of your friends. Closing your eyes, you cannot look.  Reaching for her you hear the soldiers walking the precipice above.

Bang! You hear the first of many single shots from handguns finishing the job of the executioners.

The soldiers, looking for signs of life, pull out their sidearms and send bullets tearing into the bodies of those still clinging to life.  You watch as your daughter’s head splits open as a bullet rips through the flesh that was her brain. 

Time once again stops as you see a curious vaporous like ghost, leave from her diminutive body. It rises above the dead becoming part of the mist you noticed earlier.

You thank God for his aim. 

Pow! Another bullet rips through your neck, missing your head. A flash of another bright light as you notice that breathing is all but impossible. You no longer feel the rest of your body as the sounds of gunshots fade.  Another bullet finds your back but you don’t feel it.

Rising above the death and misery you see the face of the man who just killed you.  He watches for a second before moving on to the next target.  Your shopkeeper who stocked the shelves and watched  Elizabeth after school is the next to get a bullet in the back of her head.

Susan joins you as do others as you rise above the crimson river caused by evil racist animals who are truly the subhuman life forms that they have accused you of being.

Elizabeth waits as you reach up for her leaving the world behind. ‘Foolish imbecilic creatures.” One of your friends imparts to you through thought.

The coppery odor of blood mixed with the stench of rotting flesh causes the men carrying machine guns to light up cigarettes to mask the odor.

Some take time to reload their hand guns while ordering the lower ranking among them to load the pile of clothes and shoes into the back of a trailer. An occasional gunshot from one soldier ends the life of those who are still trying to live.

Larger birds return in the silence, as the train that brought the hundreds of Jews, leaves to pick up more from up north.  The fragrance of tobacco does not manage to mask the odor of death.  There are jokes passed between those that executed the hundreds of women and children; some are crude and off-color but, that is ok; those people in the pit were not human’s; they were Jews. Oh, and they were ‘White People.’

As the last of the shoes, underclothes and other garments are collected they hear an echo in the mountain pass.  The conductor is giving them fair warning that they need to reload the machine guns and get ready for more refugees.

Politicians, the media, and the Elite are playing a perilous game.

I cannot begin to quantify the number of people I know and consider friends.  If any of them value or devalue anyone by the color of their skin, it is a secret to me. Racism has no place in a world where we are all tied together by the mutual bonds of our DNA.

If we are to be judged, it is by who we are and what we might have done in life.  Where we were born or what color our skin happens to be, is irrelevant.  Who we love in our lives or bedrooms is nobody’s business. 

However, some are so ignorant that they light matches, tossing them down irrespective of where they land or on what.  If they start a fire, they move on and watch the destruction they caused with their carelessness.  The destruction is news, and news brings ratings.

The pictures I found, and the research I have done are much worse than what I have depicted in this story.

The Jewish people were never responsible for what happened to their economy.  They needed a scapegoat, and it is easy to hate an entire race when you have state-run media spewing out lies, dehumanizing a race as a whole.

Asians are not responsible for the virus.

Nobody alive today had anything to do with slavery.

Hate is a poison you take in hopes it will affect someone else.

Those espousing equity and critical race theory are the racists.  They are dangerous and most certainly ignorant of history.

If the holocaust was not enough to convince the dullest among the elite to stop playing with fire, look up Mao or Stalin.  If that is still not enough, try searching for Vlad the Impaler, he was probably your kind of guy.

It is imperative we teach our kids history.  It is not always pretty but necessary to avoid making those same mistakes again and again.

We are capable of such great things, and we are capable of so much evil.

Unlike sheep, we can choose. 

Much Love  -TW

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Greetings Fellow Earthlings

What does Normal look like?

I am wrapping up a companion book to How to be a Camgirl.  If you don’t know what that is, it’s ok.  We don’t judge here and I am not about to start.  This book is called Camming for Couples.

While there are a few who will look down their nose at those who model, keep in mind that we all need to eat.  With the virus morphing and changing, much like actors on a screen, they do what they do. It is my hope that this non fiction book can assist them in their vocation.

The editor has it now, and I still have to come up with a book cover. 

What’s next?

Today marks the one-year anniversary of ‘two weeks to flatten the curve.’  What have you been doing with your time?

After I sent Camming for Couples off to the editor, I started a science fiction.  The damned thing has a virus as part of the problem, which undoubtably is being done to death. So, why write it?

Unlike our predicament here on planet earth, which is ruled by imbecilic creatures that should be in those nursing homes, my virus is a bit player.  Aliens are coming to the rescue.  Providing the method to save our skins, they are only giving us a hint at how to live from here.

Two chapters in, stay tuned.

Why write it?  Firstly, it is on my heart to write it.  Secondly, it is therapy to write it.  It amazes me just how many books have been written with the virus as the main bugaboo.  When Epstein was big in the news, I wrote Schadenfreude which was a novel about sexual impropriety on an island.  

You know he didn’t hang himself… I wonder what is to become of his girlfriend?  I would love to interview her after the trial.  Twenty-one days after we had minus 18.9 C today, we had 23.89 C.  Yes, the air conditioner was switched on…

That is the way we roll here in Texas.  From snow and ice to BBQ and Sunscreen. 

Ok, back to my latest novel, I have aliens to seduce. 

Much Love -TW

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HB 196 Texas

Don’t let the novels I write fool you, I can match wits with the best of them.

Recently a Facebook post announced that there is a new proposed bill HB 196. This bill would amend the Texas Castle Law. Some fear-mongers have modified the post to make it even scarier than it is. 

Even after looking at the original bill, I have a few thoughts.

Currently, the castle doctrine protects the homeowner by giving him or her legal defining rights to defend themselves and their property. 

HB 196 is designed to weaken the castle law.  The creator wrote that (nobody should die for stealing lawn ornaments.)

I agree that nobody should be killed for stealing, period, but it is their choice to steal or not to steal. Where do you draw the line?  Is it one garden gnome and one flamingo? How many flamingoes do we allow them to take before we defend our property?  

Let’s ask this another way. Why should I willingly be a victim?  Why should I choose to cower in a corner while some criminal ransacks my house or my family?  Why should I sit idly by while my cars or property is taken from me? Why should I run out the back door if someone breaks in the front door?

The truth is, his or her life is in my hands when they violate my domain, my castle. Just like the lady who died breaking into the capital, she screwed up and died. She was shot in the throat while entering a window.  An air force veteran was killed because she was with the wrong crowd.  She is the only one of the five that died that day because a weapon was drawn. She didn’t have one; it was the cop.

Nobody could make the argument that the cop was afraid for his life against an unarmed woman, could they? Sure they could; a reasonable defense attorney could make the case in a heartbeat. Just get the right jury and the right judge.

Why didn’t they kill Chewbacca? Why her? What was so special about this petite woman that she needed to be shot in the throat?  Was she the only one that he wasn’t afraid of?  We will never know.

This bill, HB 196, would weaken my rights in a court of law, making it harder to prove my intent.  “Why didn’t you run away?  How do we know you were terrified for your life? Did you pee yourself? Is a life worth a catalytic convertor of tires?

Was her life worth entering a window along with hundreds of others?

Why should the burden of proof be on the homeowner’s shoulders? 

There is a broken door, his fingerprints on the crowbar, and a dead body in my hallway. Case closed.

Not so fast…

The simple facts are; the police seldom prevent a burglary or rape or murder; they arrive in time to write it up while shaking their heads. It takes hours to investigate a crime scene, and they were ready for dinner. The cops come after the alarm has cycled, and the alarm company was unsuccessful at contacting the homeowner.  Three minutes after the door is broken down, the alarm company finally places a non-emergency call to the local police. A dispatcher will find the closest officer and ask them to drive by and check out why the alarm sounded.

Now, this is not like smokey and the bandit, where they are in hot pursuit.   No, no, they will receive the call and casually drive to the neighborhood in question, frequently joined by another unit just in case.

The criminal has done his or her dirty work and is long gone by the time the police arrive. 

Bright lights from the car-light up the door, and they see evidence of a forced entry.  They report this to dispatch, who now asked who is available to back up that unit.

They push the door open while the hinge’s creak is accompanied by the sounds of broken glass under their feet. Bloodstains on the floor; the putrid stench of a coppery odor of blood hangs heavy in the air as they trip over broken lamps, stuffed animals, and a dead dog. Their hearts race in the silence.   Slowly they search the house, listening for movement with their guns drawn.  A grey cat streaks by them, causing them to jump and almost shoot each other from the freight.  Flashlights peer through the darkness to find what is left from the carnage after some people did something.

Ever been to a murder scene?

MS 13 are not the kinds of people taking garden gnomes.  They enjoy killing for sport, and they are here. They do what they do for the sake of terror. Much like ISIS beheads people for effect, they cut people up most horrifically for the fear and terror engendered in the little people’s hearts.   And there are attorneys whose job it is to defend them.  Those who live in gated communities make laws that they might never have to worry about, as they have private duty security looking out for them.

Why not make it easier to defend the criminal?  Yes, let’s cripple the castle law. Let’s narrow the scope so it is easier to defend the bad guy and easier to convict the home owner. We could accuse them of being a racist of bigot because that always plays well with juries.

Those who perpetrate crime don’t worry if their gun is full auto or not.  They don’t fret about the large capacity of their clips, and they certainly don’t care if the weapon is registered to them or not.

But you, Mr and Mrs. homeowner, you need to dot every I and cross every T.  This is the same logic the Obama administration used in sending our boys into combat.  You can guard them, but you don’t get any bullets. Before you engage the enemy, you need to seek permission, and it could take a few days as we have to consult several committees in DC.

After we that we take several polls of likely voters to see if there is support for any action against a particular group. Hang on, we can usually get this done in just a few weeks.

Texas has suffered a rash of burglaries, home break-ins, and vandalized property.  While companies like Ring are enjoying profits from the sale of security devices, the folks who make and sell catalytic convertors are also having good sales.

The quality of the video from Ring is not where it needs to be. Higher res cameras need to be installed in these devices. Yes we can see if was a guy and he wore a cap but that is about it.

Why should we as a people entertain limiting our rights to defend our stuff or make it more difficult to prove our innocence in a court of law?   

There is an uptick in the theft of tires, wheels, and catalytic converters.  Those are not ten-dollar garden gnomes. Are they funding criminal activity with our stuff?  What do you think?

The creator of this Bill knows this, but sluffs it off as garden gnomes. She knows damned well they are stealing things like (tires, convertors or anything else that is not nailed down.)

If this bill passes the homeowner would have to sit idly by while their car is broken into while waiting for the cops to finish their dinner before responding to a 911 call. Wait, can you even call 911 if someone is breaking into your car?

If you look at the Next Door app, you would see that more and more citizens are victims of crime at an alarming rate.  This amendment would encourage more criminals. We have videos of porch pirates, cars vandalized and lawn mowers and other expensive items taken by a criminal. If her bill passes the homeowner would have less legal rights than the criminal.

Reading the post, Americans are becoming more paranoid as they feel that they cannot depend on the police to defend them.  Since Biden took over, the price and availability of ammo have changed dramatically.  Did he pull an Obama and place vast orders to create a shortage, or are people that paranoid?  

I don’t know about the average person but, I work hard for what I have.  The cost to replace a catalytic converter is anywhere from $1000 to $3000, depending upon the car. It takes a few minutes for the criminal to slide under your vehicle with a battery-operated saws-all and take a costly item from your vehicle.

Insurance may or may not cover it, and even if it does, there is a deductible and then the hassle of dealing with a wrecker, the police, the insurance company, and a rental company, and then the dealer, which all takes time. There is the stress of dealing with the fact that you were violated in some way.

Garden gnom, ok, I can live with that; what dollar amount do you place before you pull a gun and shoot the bastard?  While the community would be thrilled to have one less thief in the area, the lawyers would be delighted too.

Some lawyers are sympathetic to the thief. Why? Some might claim they are cut from the same cloth, but I digress.

If you want to create a new law,  create one that makes it harder for criminals to profit from the sale of used (stolen) catalytic converters.  I realize that would cut into the ease at which the criminal would benefit from his or her ill-gotten gain, and it would also cut into the profits of those who purchase such things, but that law would make sense.  That law would save the lives of the criminals who are stealing ‘garden gnomes.’  How?  If it were more difficult to sell what they steal, it seems that would make stealing such things less attractive.

I am confident that insurance companies would offer campaign funding for that kind of legislation.  

Japan did not invade the mainland in WWII because they knew every farmer had a gun.  True story. History is replete with useful information; try reading it.

While some might take literary license with what she is proposing, the hard facts are that when we look at a massive influx of illegal immigrants, our laws should not be made more favorable to the criminal. These folks already have a track record of not respecting our laws or Mexico’s, for that matter. Why would any American Law Maker seek to diminish the rights of Americans?  

This country is a country of laws.  We respect them, and everything works better.

Five years ago, then-Vice President Biden told rape victims to piss themselves.  That way, the rapist would not want to have sex with them. So, piss yourself and possibly dissuade the criminal.  At what point is it reasonable to defend yourself? 

This same person also said if someone is breaking into your house, open the back door and shoot a shotgun out the back door, that will frighten them away.  What is wrong with leveling the gun at the person confronting you in your own home? They can turn around and run or keep the projectiles and consider them a door prize.

At what point will an attorney who makes a living defending rapists and murderers and the like say, oh hell no? What is the line that you, as an attorney, will not cross?  Do you have one?

If you defend yourself, that person had a name and was once someone’s child.  Even if your defense of yourself were legally proper, some attorneys make money by chasing down any relatives and then taking the victim of the crime to a civil court.

In this court, they will do their best to play to the emotions of the jury.  The guy that raped you will be portrayed as god-fearing, good to his mamma, blah blah blah.  They will paint you, the victim, as a short skirt-wearing girl who sent out the wrong messages, so it was your fault. You knew what you were doing when you dared to wear a sleeveless blouse; it is all your fault that this man is now dead.

The jury’s pictures to consider will not be of a tattooed twenty-something but a child with their parents at a birthday party. There will be baby pictures and that of a sad mother who lost her child to some gun-crazed lunatic. This person dared to hang on to their guns and their bibles, putting stuff over the sanctity of life.  The dead person had a name, damnit!

They have no shame.  It is all about winning.

HRC defended a rapist who raped a 12-year-old girl and won.  She bragged about it to her peers. She convinced the rather feeble-minded jurors that the 12-year-old liked sex and knew what she was doing. She was proud of it. 

While there is wisdom in chasing them off, it is even wiser to be judged by 12 than carried by six. Just be prepared to defend yourself against another type of monster.  

“Were you terrified for your life?  How did you know this person intended you harm?  Did you see a weapon? Did he shoot at you?  Only once, how do you know that wasn’t just a warning shot or the gun didn’t miss fire? Why didn’t you run away?  Did you realize that he was using that money to feed his kids and his elderly mother? Now how is his family going to live?  Pfft ! 

If you have not ever sat in a court of law, do it.  OMG!   You will quickly realize just how screwed up the system is. Once you do this you will never vote for a politician that is seeking to limit your rights.

Percy Foreman was a friend of mine. Unfortunately, I know the way the system works. People like Percy would defend the indefensible and win more times than he lost. Winning was their reputation, it didn’t matter what the person did; it was all about twisting the law enough to get an acquittal.

 He once told me while looking me right in the eyes, ‘it is easier for me to get you off if I know you are guilty.’  Cold chills ran up my spine with that admission, and I lost much respect for not only him, but our entire legal system that day.

The day he died, the criminals lost a friend.  That is the sad truth.

No, the Castle Doctrine should be strengthened, not weakened.   A castle is a bastion of freedom for the occupants, and the law is already too mailable.   

Americans are witnessing higher amounts of crime.  There are efforts to defund the police and restrict what kinds of guns Americans can own. The innocent are under attack by the system that is supposed to be there for them. Why would we entertain any bill that would weaken our legal rights to defend ourselves or our property?

Any member of a governing body that puts forth an argument that restricts law-abiding citizens’ rights over those who don’t respect our laws, or our rights to protect ourselves or our property, should not be in office.  

Don’t mess with Texas, and don’t mess with Texans. We do cling to our bibles, our God, and our guns.

-Best

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What Radio Station do you listen to?

From shortwave to Facetime around the world..

The world continues to shrink.

Years ago, I got into Amateur Radio.  Now that was back in the early ’70s.  Before, there was the internet.

Why?

Earlier than that, I had a shortwave radio. I still have it. 

Radio to me was magic.  As a child, I could not understand what magic happened for this voice to come out of this box.  Television was just FM!  Effin Magic…

Anyway, a shortwave radio back in the day opened the world up to me. I fell in love with accents. To get your license to operate the Ham Radio back in the day, you had to learn a lot, including Morse Code.

I wanted it, so I did it.

You and I know that the internet screwed all that up.

Computers were a natural evolution for me.  Spending thousands on an IBM PC with a green screen and floppy was just one box in a transition of many computers.

I would imagine that I owned over the years just about every kind of computer that was made.

They are a horrible investment, but if you wanted to make a career out of it, the time and money were a good investment.

Once the ham radio was part of my daily routine, I met many people worldwide.  I talked to a king of a country that no longer exists.

Now IHeart Radio has been around for a while, but I have not investigated it. Today while doing the regular Happy Birthdays on social media, one of my friends mentioned Radio Garden.

There is an app for that BTW…

A picture of the globe appears, and then it says it is planting seeds.

Hover over a green dot, and Viola, voices from anywhere in the world are now blaring into my office.

Currently, I am listening to a station from York, Australia.

Folks, the world got a little smaller.

Here is my challenge for you.  Tell me in the comments what radio station you listen to and where to find it.

There are so many of you who I see comment or like my posts regularly, let me hear what you hear.

From music to talk radio, tell me about what you listen to.

I have long held the belief that we are but the sum total of our environment.  Our mores and attitudes on life all come from our environment.

Currently, I am working on several projects.  This radio thing might be a distraction; however, I want to know you a little better.

If you are a writer, as I suspect many of you are, what music, if any, do you listen to when you are writing?

This station right now is playing fifties and sixties music.  The DJ sounds like a version of Julia Childs. 

It’s 206 AM on Tuesday here, and it is 406 afternoon Tuesday in York. 

Wrap your head around all that, take a deep breath, and tell me how you are doing.

Much Love -TW

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Baby, It’s Cold…Inside!

Are your buns toasty?

The Butt Effect

Writing a blog post about this subject without putting the politics in it is challenging.

It is almost as if they look for stupid people to run for office.

So, without calling ex bartenders dumber than a box of rocks, allow me to ‘splain’ why Texas got so cold.

Climate change will not kill us all in 10.5 years, as our Nine-year-old expert from the UK claims.

While she might have the patent on glower, at her age, she should be thinking about flowers and possibly learning some science from someone other than an activist.

To explain this in ways that even she can understand, we will be speaking about celestial mechanics. 

When the power went out in my north Texas home, I happen to have natural gas too.  Lighting the fireplace to stave off the chills and wearing several layers of clothes, I quickly came up with a way to explain the current cold snap to the world.

Backing up to the fireplace, I would get rather toasty.  Sitting back down, away from it, I would get rather chilly, much like our Earth in respect to the sun. I could see it, but I could barely feel it unless I got much closer.

What we are experiencing is ‘weather.’

The weather is typical for this time of year, except that we are a few degrees colder than usual.  While Al Gore still has those carbon credits to sell you, changing the label from Global warming to Climate change won’t get him off the hot seat while globetrotting in his private jet.

Climate change is nothing more than a way to control you and your behavior by the ruling class.

If you look at this picture that I drew, you will notice that the Earth is tilted 23 degrees.  During the Summer months, our days are longer, and our nights are shorter.  Since the sunlight has less atmosphere to travel through, more energy makes it to the ground, thus heating things up.

During the winter, the opposite is true, and our friends down under enjoy longer days and more energy to keep things toasty.

If a simple 23-degree tilt can make this huge difference in our temperature, is there anything else that might cause severe weather?

Several months ago, NASA announced that Mars was going through Climate change.

Wait, all the experts tell us that climate change is human-made and we must stop whatever we are doing, or the Earth will die, the plagues will come, and so on.

This had me scratching my head.  Climate change on the Earth and Mars…

Firstly, I wish to address the sun and its eleven-year cycle.  Every 11 years, the sun has these massive storms that toss plasma streams out into the cosmos.  These streams often strike the Earth as cosmic radiation, causing the northern and southern lights.

If you have one or two active storms on the sun, the holes caused by them are larger than the planet Jupiter.  With spots on the sun, that effectively means the sun puts out X amount less of energy that strikes the Earth and other planets.  Think of it like turning your burner on the stove on low and trying to boil water.  Eventually, you will get there. It just takes longer with less heat.

While that could contribute to some variances in our weather patterns, and I think upticks in skin cancers, there is something else. There is something that is much more obvious, but we don’t talk about it. “The Butt Effect.”

When we back our ass up to the fireplace, it gets hot. Hence I am labeling this the ‘Butt effect.’

When we examine other stars for worlds, we search for suns or stars that exhibit a wobble.

The greater the wobble, the larger the planet orbiting it is.  While we cannot see the planet, we can tell from the duration of the wobble, the length of its orbit, and we can guess how large this planet might be.

Here is the thing that our News does not cover because it does not fit the narrative.

Our star wobbles.

If you look at the picture below, you will see what our Solar system looks like today.  Our Earth is almost diametrically opposite of the two largest gas giants in our solar system.

Since we just landed another probe on Mars I wonder if it is colder than usual.

We know that Jupiter pulls the sun half a million miles closer to it as it orbits.  We can assume that Saturn also has a similar effect on the sun.

Notice where Saturn and Jupiter are.

The two largest gas giants in our solar system are yanking on the sun in a similar direction.

If we would pay attention to where the sun is in its cycle and where the gas giants are at any given time regarding Earth’s location, we could determine when we should stock up on firewood.

More importantly, energy providers could predict when it might be unseasonably hot or cold.  I realize that the words Celestial Mechanics might spook politicians and nine-year-old girls, so let’s stick with the Butt Effect.

I am currently working on a new novel which should be ready for the editor shortly. Stay tuned.

Cheers -TW

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Breaking! Meme creator arrested and jailed on charges of creating a political meme.

Is free speech under assault?

I might not agree with you but, I will defend your right to say what’s on your mind.

Since the early days of social media, I learned to fact check my sources before I posted.  While FB still goes over the top on many occasions, I am not an activist, and in truth, I probably have more liberal friends than conservative ones.

We all need to listen to each other, and Free Speech must be protected.  While I will not debate with emotional people, I want to hear what each side has to say.

Tonight I listened to the news as I heard that some meme creator was arrested for creating a meme that the left didn’t like.

I create memes more for fun than anything, but if what I heard was accurate, we have much larger fish to fry than FB fact-checking us to death.

While I still want to know all the details, the story on national TV led me to believe a lie.  It would make anyone who listened upset about their rights to free speech.  If it is on TV, the source is reliable, right?  No….

https://www.nbcnews.com/tech/internet/twitter-troll-arrested-election-interference-related-disinformation-campaign-n1255864

The link is to the story, and it is much more damming than someone putting a MAGA hat on Taylor Swift.

If you can trust NBC News, that reporter paints a grim picture of what this person was up to, unlike Fox, who led its viewers to believe this story is all about free speech and a simple political meme.

I might disagree with you but, I will defend your right to say what’s on your mind. Can you do that?

How many memes have we seen of Bernie the last few days?  This is America.  Can you get arrested now for creating a meme of Mr. Mittens or mocking a US senator? If so, that is a country I don’t want any part of. Mocking our elected officials is like WWE wrestling.  You pick a wrestler and then mock the other one. 

You know Mitch and Chuck smoke a cigar and drink beer together after they call each other names. It is all show for you.

Do not come at me with, ‘there is your problem, you heard it on Fox.’  No, that is not my problem.  I listen to multiple news sources, including those outside our country who have less of an ax to grind. I even listen to the news on shortwave.  Granted, I am basically on a news hiatus at the moment, but this story caught my attention.

The bill of rights must be sacrosanct, period.

I would challenge any of you who are stuck in one camp or the other to check out what each network has to say before you get on social media and rant.  It is hard to find unbiased press these days, which is why I often get my news from down under.  I also happen to enjoy the accent.

When one of your friends starts out a post with WOW! There is a dead give away that they fell for a story like I am speaking about.  Fox nor CNN have a monopoly on sensationalizing a story for ratings.

When each side is so ensconced in their ‘beliefs’ that they are willing to name call or block someone for their opinion, that division will not go away. Are you so insecure in who you are that you would block those that you disagree with?

I have snoozed some folks because they are over the top ranting. I have not blocked anyone.

What if?  What if you are wrong? What if your long-held beliefs that you learned in college are erroneous?  Wouldn’t you want to know?

Regrettably, I have ‘friends’ that are family, who are unable to do this. They are so emotionally invested in their beliefs they cannot even consider that they might be …wrong….

Lots of people drank purple Kool-Aid and died because they followed a crazy person.  The idea that this crazy person could be crazy was just  …crazy…

When your emotions are triggered, someone might very well be manipulating you.  It could be the fact-checkers, or it could be big tech who has an agenda.  It might be news media that triggers you for the ratings.  Hate is a powerful trigger.

Boys using girls showers is a trigger, a diversion.  Emotional triggers are usually the shiny coin the magician uses while he slips a card up his sleeve.

You win public opinion and votes by telling them what is wrong with the world, getting them emotionally invested, and telling those same people who is responsible for it.  It works every time.

There are complete sciences built around manipulating the people. Cults work this way, too, hence the purple Kool-Aid.

As we begin to see the, I told you so’s from friends and relatives, those will not help bring the country together either. Possibly they need us divided, and there are thoughts on that too.

I visit with people all over the world.  Some of them have such divergent cultures from what I am used to; one would think there would be no common ground.  But there is.

I have acquaintances in many different countries because I build those acquaintances on common ground. 

Can we agree to disagree and still be friends?  I hope so.

-Best

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National Underwear Day #NUD

Can we make #nud trend? Pick a day world and let’s do this!

Yes, we will move away from computers and metafiles and all kinds of forensic things.  There are times you have to change the scenery or, in my case, change the topic.

If you own a company and have not put together a business continuity plan by now, the Virus has undoubtedly made it abundantly clear just how much you screwed up.

I am not going to visit with you about disaster recovery or forensic computing today.

Switching gears, I want to talk about the need to stimulate your brain.  Yes, I want to talk about mental health but not in some psychobabble, couch lying, you hate your mother kind of way.

One of the first things I would encourage you to do is change what is ‘normal.’ Insert routine for Normal.

I am the president of a writer’s group in North Texas.  In a few weeks, many of us’ non-essential’ employees will have been homebound for the better part of a year.  Virtual is not stimulating.

When we began to communicate via e-mail back in the early 80’s, I quickly realized just how wrong things could go without the visual or verbal cues we get from in-person communication. 

Here we are a year into this Virus, and we don’t see others.  If we do, they and you are wearing a mask.  We have lost touch, or are losing touch with our humanity.  We have celebrities of all things, preaching from their ivory privileged towers that anyone who does not see something the way that they do, need to be punished.  Can we talk about having lost our collective minds?

As a celebrity, you have a responsibility to be that voice of reason. WTF people?

I was thinking about this, wondering if this is how Jesus met his end?  It is mob mentality, and it is time to put a stop to it.  How?

With Zoom or some other webcam communication, we now can see a face, smile, and yes, sometimes we catch a hint of your home life, including your underwear. 

I have witnessed people in their pajamas, and yes, we catch a glimpse into your home.  Is it a bad thing?

What would it be like to have a national underwear day? I think the distraction would be humorous, delightful, and would shake many out of their comfort zone.  I worked in the medical center for years.  The sight was not pretty but think about it—a dose of reality.   We need something like that to get us talking about other things than the Virus, or politics. National Underwear Day #nud

We need to come together as a people, human people, and make a point of how much the same we are.

I visited a nudist beach once—clothing optional.  Folks, that is a humbling and awakening realization.  Quickly you see just how insignificant you are in the overall scheme of things.

No Mika, you don’t need to tell me what to think.  To the rest of the news media, I have a brain; tell me the facts.  I don’t care if you live in a gated community; when your clothes come off, you are no better than I am.

You have heard of the ugly Christmas Sweater.  How about we have a national underwear day and…we add the qualifier’ audacious.’

People go to the beach wearing less, why not?

Do you realize that would trend in no time? Do it…#nud You know you want to…

We need the small-minded in Hollywood and DC to come to grips with the facts that this is the United States of America and not America’s playground for the rich and famous.

Would a bearing of the souls as it were, cause us to come to grips with we are all the same?

If you strip away the thousand dollar blouses and other designer clothes, would we then see that we are not so different?

Let’s talk about normal, shall we?

Here is the first thing you should change if you have not already done so.  When you crawl out of bed, act as if you are going to the office.

Shower, dress as you would, and yes, make the morning coffee or whatever you would do if you commute.

Arrange to have as many of those calls as possible with the camera on.  That face-to-face time is essential in keeping not only you but your co-workers from feeling isolated.

Keep regular hours.

Turn off the news.

I will not go into a long rant about how craven they are or how they only have ratings on their mind as they spin the facts.  Unless they are Pollyanna or Walter Cronkite comes back and tells you how it is, turn it off.

I am beyond sick of the bias that exists on both sides.

Be careful about any online news sources as they have ratings (in the form of clicks) as their determining factor of what gets published. 

Reagan said to vote with your feet; I say vote with the garbage you allow into your head.

Social media is another excellent place to either visit or abandon. Many keep up with their family and friends, but what they ingest via the news often makes it onto your plate.  I have found that snooze works well for those who are eaten up with the desire to ruin your life.

There is something about using the bathroom and ingesting information from social media at the same time.  It all stinks.  Remember this one fact.  If what you are consuming jerks at any emotion, you are being manipulated.

So, what can you do to keep your sanity?

I am so glad you ask.

Diversify what you do.  While we joke about vacationing to the garage, we will have spring here in North America before you realize it.  Today we hit 66 in Dallas.  The heat is off, the windows are open, and I spent time in the sun.

Yes, indeed, ladies and gentlemen, get outside!

I usually have my first cup of coffee in the sunshine if at all possible.  Your brain needs that light to set your circadian rhythm.  There are probably hormones and chemicals released too, so get outside, even if the weather is not great, stay warm or dry but get some fresh air.

Along with writing and other hobbies, I have taken to ‘tinkering’ with a 3d printer.

If you have ever wanted a challenge, a 3d printer is the ticket.  For less than $200, you can find one at WOOT or Amazon.  These things do not come out of the box ready to print.

Opening the box is a daunting process.  The thing is a kit.

Don’t chicken out or turn away; embrace the challenge.

There are many videos online on how to get it started, and then many more groups that I feel are more like support groups for those afflicted with 3D itis …  Yes, I invented the term.

While this challenge is not for the faint of heart, it is much like learning cross-stitch or knitting. 

Over the last year, I have gone back and re-taught myself many things.  School subjects that I did poorly in now make sense to me. My poor English teacher would probably die again if she knew I was writing and president of the league.

Not only have I published in international magazines, but I have over 30 novels.

Math and history were not interesting to me in school, and now I see them for what they are.  With the internet, there is no limit to the information at our fingertips.

In a roundabout way, I am trying to say this, turn off the damned idiot box and learn something.  Netflix and other entertainment sources are fine, but you can use this time to teach yourself new skills.

I have determined that the Raspberry Pi is a handy computer for the price.  No, it is not difficult.

There are tiny microprocessors known as ESP 8266 that are great fun to learn and play with, regardless of age or gender. (you are never too old.)

As long as this blog post makes sense to you, go forth and enjoy.

Once you look at this time as a positive thing instead of a poor me moment, you can use it to your advantage.

The last bit of advice I would offer to you is this, don’t give the politicians the time of day.

Biden spent 1.5 Billion dollars, much of which came from dark money.  He will be paying those favors back, which is why what he is signing seems counterintuitive to unity, from killing the Keystone to raising the price of insulin. Dark money came from special interests, and it doesn’t take a lot of intelligence to figure out who or from which organization.

Hate is a poison you take in hopes that it will affect someone else.

Anger is beating yourself up for the mistakes of someone else.

Did you know that once you print something with your 3D printer, it is damned hard and sturdy?

Yeah, focus on what you can control and let the other stuff vanish.

Take care of yourselves and those that you care about.  This Virus will not keep us down forever, and anything that guy does with an executive order can be undone with another.

If you see #TEXIT trend, then you might want to watch the news.

-Best

PS…I would not be shocked to see #FEXIT and #TEXIT trend in the upcoming months.

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$200,000 a month for Stripping on webcam?

I somehow doubt her story.

This is a story you just have to read.

Is your jaw dragging the floor like mine?

Many of you know the story, but I had this twitter follower who works in the sex industry just briefly.  Or should we say adult entertainment?

The last thing you will get out of me is judgment. I have friends from all walks of life, and I tend to straddle all of them at times. Walks of life, not my friends…

In my professional life, I chase bits and bytes. A mild-mannered IT person that happens to have a passion for writing novels.  Some of them cross the boundary of nice to naughty. Hell, no, I make no apologies for creating fantasies for you or others like you. I hope you enjoy what I write and it pleases you.

I have not locked into a particular genre as of yet.  They are all fun to create.  With over 30 odd novels published, one would think I would have found my niche.

Maybe I like to explore all of them.  For instance, I wrote a how-to book for camgirls.

‘TW, why are you writing nonfiction?”

I freely give of myself in many different ways.  Local writers don’t know me as TWScott.  They know me as someone who likes to write.  They know me as someone who spends time and energy to assist others in becoming all they can be. Those that know me in person would probably never dream that I would try to help someone working in the adult entertainment industry.

Truth told if you are going to do it, why not do it right?

This twitter follower had a bio that said she was a cyber slut.  Yes, I scratched my head.

If you follow me on my blog, I will peek at your blog and comment.  If you are a Twitter follower, I will look at your bio and possibly your tweets.  If you take the time to reach out to me the least, I can do is recognize your effort.

I followed her tweet, and I found myself on an adult webcam site.

Truth told, that was an eye-opener.  I had no idea such things existed.

If you are over 18 and curious, go check out my free cams.

I tend to get in trouble as a person as I tend to take in my surroundings wherever I am.  I listen to people, watch people, and create in my mind how all of what I am experiencing could become fodder for a novel.

My Free Cams soon became a pivotal story device for Cyber Subs.

That one wasn’t enough, so I used it again in Schadenfreude.

Since those two novels have been published, more of my followers have found me from that site, and others like it.

People, that one site alone has close to 2000 girls on it at any given time.  Now I find places with both men and women, couples, gay, trans, and I am not sure what they do.

Remember what I said, no judging. I am not judging anyone.  My eyes were opened, and I think my innocence was molested by the time I finished my research. 

Some of it is like driving by a traffic accident.  You know you look for the blood, and if you see it, you cringe.

For the most part, I witnessed people attempting to live out some fantasy.  Men were masturbating in hopes someone was watching them. Trans folks were also masturbating.  I must say I have never seen such lovely breasts coupled with a bountiful male anatomy on one person. I chuckled thinking, ‘they have the best of both worlds.

Couples, both gay and straight, are there for your pleasure.

Chaturbate and Stripcam I think, were the other two’s names, but wait, there are plenty more.

How can so many sites exist with thousands of ‘models’ on each site?

During my research for my novels, it hit me why some models were succeeding and some failing. I am a business person, after all.

As the pandemic continues to take lives, people are doing whatever they can to put food on the table.  Some of these girls are putting themselves through school. 

So, I wrote how to be a camgirl and make money.

I don’t market it as people seem to find it without any effort on my part.

It doesn’t make a difference what site you’ work on.’ If you are of that mindset and desire to make extra funds that way, the book is dirt cheap and worth every penny.

Some people go on those sites to be an exhibitionist.  Harvey Weinstein could have gone on there, put a camera on his stuff, and masturbated until he was worn out, and he would have been one of the hundreds.

Some ladies are also on there simply to get naked with the idea that thousands of men want them.  One reported that she felt their eyes touching her.  Good imagination.

Today, it perked my interest when a lady was quoted as saying she makes $200K a week modeling on such a site.  The kicker is, she said, it does not conflict with her Christian faith. 

I want to read whatever bible she is reading. It would be a best seller.

In my research, those girls realistically make about $2K a month.  If they want to make more, they should read my book.

One person purchased the eBook and turned around, and ordered the hard copy.

Honestly, I think many go on those sites to be exhibitionists.  My Free Cams boasts the most registered purveyors of smut.  They are also a girl only site.  Pfizer should be doing well with all the men keeping it up on the rest of the sites.  I did learn this during my research. ‘Not all men were created equal.’

With that, my loves, I will bid you adieu for now.

I am working on bringing Kelly McGuire out of retirement, taking time, as you might guess.

Much love -TW

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Kelly is back!

We don’t take prisoners, we clean up our mess!

I have some excellent news!

Kelly is out of retirement.

Kelly McGuire of Presidential Assassins is out of retirement and back in the forefront of my mind.

If you have not read this novel yet now is the time.  Kelly is one kick ass red head that takes names and kills.

While the good guys skate free the bad ones, are not so lucky.

Presidential Assassins is a thriller that is jammed packed full of action.

Today, she is back.  I have written the first two chapters. 

It amazes me how I can start something like this and all of the sudden the characters come to life and I just have to take notes.

Go find it, read it and wait till you see what she is up to now.

Once you meet her you will want to follow her on Twitter.  Yes of course she has her own account.

There has been much material thanks to the media so, I am full of ideas.  Let’s see what trouble she can get into.

Don’t waste a single day folks, life is short.

Much Love -TW

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Gamma-Ray Burst GRB 080319B

Did you see what I saw?

The following is an accurate recount of witnessing an event that happened 7.5 billion years ago.

The earth is four and a half billion years young. Think about that as I try to figure out how to tell the story…

I have always been a bit of an astronomy nut.  My heroes range from Tesla, Aristotle, Voltaire, Galileo, and the more modern folks Sagan.

Tesla was probably close to crazy, but he thought outside the box.  All of these men thought outside the box.

Einstein would be in this group, except he did not think his invention through to a logical conclusion.

I would never give ‘man’ as he exists in this time a weapon as he did.

From sticks to boulders to viruses, man will use anything as a technical advantage over their peers.  Instead of fixing what divides us, they spend time and energy to find better ways to subdue their enemy, their peers.  I digress.

7.5 Billion years ago, an event of monumental proportions was witnessed by yours truly.

March of 2008, my back was killing me, metaphorically speaking.

Switching on the hot tub, I was soon sitting outside in the cool night air soaking in a bubbling cauldron of chlorinated, heavily salted water.

As the water jets worked to soothe my spasming muscles, I allowed the steam to clear my head.

There is something magical about watching the night sky. Once while floating in the pool during a hot summer day, I witnessed an orange ball of fire with a turquoise flame at the front of it streaking toward the southwest from overhead.  There was no trail of smoke or sonic boom, so I figured it had to be pretty high up as it blazed through the earth’s outer boundary’s

Watching the shuttle chase the ISS was another one of my rare glimpses of human-made oddities in the night sky.

While binoculars are a favorite for searching the heavens, I did not have them that night in March.

Watching for satellites would be fruitless. My part of the world, including that area of space over me, was in total darkness.  It was a little after one in the morning when I switched off the jets and debated if I could get some rest or not.

Taking one last look at the heavens, a bright flash captured my attention.

For a brief second, I wondered if I had stayed in the hot tub too long, when there was another and still yet another.  A succession of flashes about the brightness of a car’s headlights on a dark road continued for a little over ten seconds.

A blast of white with a slight yellow and red color around the edges that resembled an inkspot, lit the night sky.

I sat back, watching them for a second, twiring around briefly to see if something from behind me was causing them.

No, there was nothing from the streets or in the house. There were no clouds of any kind. 

My mind quickly took me to the Marfa lights.  I researched them after I went inside to see if the conditions were right for that phenomenon.  No and no.

What did I see?

Of course, Google searches rendered nothing.

Days turned into weeks of ‘nothing.’ I let it go.

One day, I am researching material for one of my novels, and what appears but an article on Gamma-Ray Bursters.

Focusing on the date and time and the sky’s location at that time of year, I found what I saw.

“It was a whopper,” says Swift principal investigator Neil Gehrels of NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center. “This blows away every gamma-ray burst we’ve seen so far.” *

“No other known object or type of explosion could be seen by the naked eye at such an immense distance,” says Swift science team member Stephen Holland of Goddard. “If someone just happened to be looking at the right place at the right time, they saw the most distant object ever seen by human eyes without optical aid.” *

Naked-eye Gamma Ray Burst | Science Mission Directorate (nasa.gov)  *

I remember as a kid watching the night sky. Orion is my favorite constellation.  I am sure it has to do with the horsehead nebula or Betelgeuse and its eventual demise.

Since the star is 642 light-years from here, it might already be gone. 

Much like the Gamma Ray Burster that happened 7.5 billion years ago, time marches on.

Look up, my friends.  Check out that Y-axis if you will.  There is no telling what you might see.

Much Love -TW

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Diamond Joe

Just when you think you found the exit, someone moves the door.

Who is Diamond Joe?

Diamond Joe

Buried in her work as a professor, Donna creates a ‘new normal’ after her husband dies unexpectedly. Hiring a horse trainer, Donna’s world turns upside down when Samantha plays to one of her wildest fantasies. Forbidden love captivates both of them. Accepting Sam’s love was only the beginning of the social disaster confronting them.

Here we have the classic story of Cinderella, well, no, we don’t.  This book is nothing like that fairy tale.

You know, speaking one on one, I must tell you, I was thrilled when Hallmark mentioned they would start making movies including a more diverse culture.

When you read this novel, you will get why that is important.  I know there are so many who only judge a lifestyle by some outrageous performance in the street.  Some judge a race solely by the actions they see on the late news.

Not all black people loot, kick white people when they are down, or push white folks in front of an oncoming subway train.

This, these actions are what many see in their living room.

They hear about the shootings in Chicago every weekend, and it is black on black. They don’t see the good that they do, and that is a problem we need to fix.

Conversely, not all white folks think black folks are ignorant.

This novel is not so much about race as it is forbidden, love.

Not all that long ago, interracial romances were not something tolerated by society.  When Sidney Portiere played John Prentice, a black doctor who came to dinner; the movie was groundbreaking.  This was 1967. 

I was a child of the sixties, and I never had an issue with race anything, and I was raised in the south.

Gay, that was a tough one because of my exposure to Levitical teaching.

It wasn’t until I had a deep dive into biology and science that I understood where man screwed things up.

While I never had an issue with the person, it took this ‘enlightenment’ to be ok with their actions.

I won’t belabor the points here because I go into detail in the novel. 

It took me writing about it, developing the characters, and having them interact did I become ok with who they are.

Who is Diamond Joe?

In short, for our story, he is a horse.  Not just any horse.  The story takes on a wild journey through the trials and tribulations of training a racehorse.

I think Diamond Joe is probably one of my favorite books that I have written.  I haven’t read it in a while I might have to reread it.

If Hallmark wanted to make a movie with female lovers, this would be one to consider.  My writing style was more dialogue so, it would be easy to make into a film.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Diamond Joe.  If you like it consider leaving me a review. 

I would love to hear what you thought of it either way.  Use the web portal on the contact page to contact me directly.  www.authortwscott.com

I respond to emails that are not about getting more traffic or auto insurance.

Much Love -TW

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Where are you?

No, I don’t mean physically; I mean something else.  Where are you mentally, spiritually?

With the attack on the capital ten days ago, I was in a rather dark place.  Removing the news,  the TV, and all of my social media friends who were ready to lynch half the country, I needed to get away.

Where the hell can you go?

Besides teaching myself new skills and taking care of a lot of things that need taking care of, I am ready for a change.

Today, my background picture, is of a castle, most probably in Scotland.

By the fog behind it, I suppose it is by a lake or lock.

The rolling hills are covered in dew or possibly frost, but man, are they green.  There is an interesting dichotomy between the castle and some tiny frame house in the foreground.  I have no clue what the little round buildings are with pointy roofs; maybe one of you knows.

Anyway, my mind has been on that farm or those green hills a better part of the day.

I wrote one of my novels where the characters were in Scotland.  I loved the research, and I went so far as to find people to speak with.  Truth told, much of my lineage comes from there. 

I did the DNA thing with Ancestry.  Be careful what you sign up for.  You might not want to know.

It is all fodder for stories.  While we wait for the cure or whatever will come to be, the best we can do is keep a stiff upper lip and push on.

Where are you?

Are you ok?

Are you keeping your wits about you?

Are you exercising and eating, right?

There are stories out there.  There is fodder for your stories and your novels if you are writing one.

When my characters are busy, asleep, or hiding, I find other things to occupy my hands and my mind.

Carpe Diem.

-Best

TW

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What an Honor!

Is it time to blog about my novels?

So, I just looked at my sales for the first of this year.  Last year was good; 2021 looks like it might even be better.

When you realize how many different authors are out there, I am humbled by the purchases.

Before I go much further, allow me to thank you!

Currently, I have no campaigns going.  The news has ‘befuddled’ the creative side of my brain.  I see the remarks on social media, and it hurts. So much of what we hear and read is for some political agenda.

In their angst, and the media’s craving for ratings, they have not only injured the creative side of many people’s brains, but they have hurt the people who they claim to serve.  To regain some sense of normalcy, I find that it helps if I leave my phone somewhere away from me.  The phone is constantly blaring news feeds from CNN or some other site, all with some tease. I don’t need or want the distractions.

The burdens of the pandemic, friends that have passed, and the unknown all play a part in how we deal as a nation and as a people.  The vitriol and animus from the media and the elite class is revolting.

How do we survive the virus and, oh yes, the pandemic?  The virus being politicians.

I escape through my novels and others that I read.  To be a good writer you must read a lot.  Even the books you think are terrible, read them. As you read them before you throw them at the wall, ask yourself why they are so terrible.

In that way, you can make your writing better.  I champion self-awareness, even in my slightly naughty novels.  It is imperative that you know why you like or hate something.

One thing you might try if you too are like I am, go back and read something you wrote when all was well.  I look at the titles that people are buying and remember the stories with fondness—some of those stories I might revisit at some future date.

I find that when I read them, invariably I think of new ways to make it better.  I also enjoy what I write, so it is a win win.

Writing is much like any other activity. Suppose you play a musical instrument or even video games that require some amount of talent.  It will come back to you. I don’t really want to call it muscle memory but, it kind of is.

As to the people buying my work. Thanks again.  If you like it, please leave a review for me.

Reviews are essential, and few leave them.

Here is the kicker, if there is something you didn’t like, contact me via my website at www.authortwscott.com. Go to the contact page and tell me where I missed something.  Many of you have taken advantage of that portal, and I appreciate it.

Feedback makes us all better writers.  Since I am now president of a writer’s group, I have many beta readers, which helps. I love giving back to the community and friends; that is what we are.

Whether I know you personally or though this site, we have that in common.

For now, I am off to another world where the news of the day will be a distant memory.

It is rather funny when you think about it, I dream about my characters.  In many of those dreams I am those characters.

Yes, I lived through the sixties.

Take advantage of every moment you are alive.  Make your mark in history, (in a good way).  I choose to do so through my art and my novels.

Much Love -TW

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I’m Blind!

Do you think you have all the answers?

Ok, not blind but certainly seeing red.

So, here is a serious question.  Can you affect any change in this country’s political atmosphere by bitching about it on social media?  Then Stop.

If you are a writer like I am, the last thing you want to be is an activist. One of my favorite journalists was Walter Cronkite.  Why?  Other than he loved cats, he told it like it was.  No spin, just the facts.

It makes little difference what Trump or Biden said or did. You are going to change nothing by whining about it and, you will piss off half your readers.

That goes for actors and anyone in the public spotlight.  What you do for a living makes you/us more reserved in our decrying foul. 

Under your pen name as an author, your politics should not enter into the picture.

I have one friend who is a writer.  His public displays of venom are so entrenched in his social media post he will never publish.  Why?

So here is the truth of it.

Let’s say you have a desire to be traditionally published.

Everyone thinks they can write and, after NANOWRIMO, the agent’s inboxes are flooded with shit.  No, it is shit for the most part; why? 

A good writer knows to put their baby in a drawer somewhere and start on something else.  After they finish that draft, they pull their baby out and mature it, and so on.

Many of my published works should have stayed in the drawer.  The truth of it is, I needed feedback from you or people like you.  Self-publishing, making mistakes, and learning is how I chose to mature as an author. Now let’s take that to the next level.

I am currently working on a trilogy with magic and gods and witches and all of the things YA love. While my beta readers are looking it over, I am working on it and other things.

Recent events have screwed with my creative eye, so to speak.

My friend, who is spewing venom on social media, is a good writer.  When he queries an agent guess what they are going to do if they like his writing?

Yep, search social media.

When they find his hatred for millions of Americans, how far do you think they will pursue representing him?

I usually don’t swear to swear.  When I do, it is for a reason.  The reason is I want to drive the point home. Don’t fucking share your political shit on social media!

Did it work?

There are some actors that I enjoyed over the years that I can no longer stomach.  They are ugly ass people inside.  If and when I see them on TV, I think of who they really are and switch them off.

That is why they should never use the soapbox to preach to us peons about how we should feel or vote.  They are by far some of the stupidest people who ever walked the earth by what they say.  They are only worth watching because of writers like you and me.  They can remember a script and emote—big damned deal.

They spend their lives delivering line after line on the silver screen, and we fall in love with them.  When we meet them or listen to their take on life living in their ivory towers, I wouldn’t walk across the street to save them from getting hit by a streetcar.

Who you love is the writer or writers that created that dialogue for them.

If you want the world thinking that of you as a writer, go ahead.  Tell the world how you feel.  Then retire and hope you have enough saved up to survive.

Just because you listen entirely to Fox or CNN does not make your point of view any more important than mine or your neighbors.

We have lost the ability to respect differing opinions. It is best to keep your damned mouth shut.

I mean this is the most loving of ways.  I wish my friend would listen as he is a good writer.  He is merely acting like an asshole.

The sun will rise, and it will set.

Those who control the politicians will reign them in, and life will go on.

Read my novel Presidential Assassins if you want to know how it all works.  I bet I am close to accurate.

TATA, for now, Happy 2021.

As 2021 tells 2020 to hold my beer and watch this, buckle up, the ride has just begun.

Much love- TW

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Breaking News!

You think 2020 sucked?

Pictures captured on a cruise liner show that the dead were likely the victims of Murder Hornets infected with a mutant strain of a virus, which is believed to have come from a horseshoe bat. The pictures indicate that the passenger should have been wearing a mask to fool the Covid laden hornets.

We know the virus was a designer virus but until confirmed …’nothing to see here.’

The hornets are now the size of eagles and appear to be growing with the more blood they consume.

As the hornets make landfall, people are advised to wear a mask when outdoors to disguise themselves from the virus, I mean hornets.

When the Trump administration was asked for comment, the president said he would make a deal with them and then tweeted out his response to learn who their leader was.

Biden was asked for his advice, and his reply was “C’mon Man.” It should be noted that he was not prepared for the question when he was found wandering the neighborhood aimlessly.  He claimed to be walking the dog, but all he had was the leash, and no dog.

Congress is busy taking polls to figure out the right response to the threat.

The unbiased fact-checkers have been working hard to scrub any conservative talking points from the web.  They are also scouring news of the Covid Hornets, as they are sure this is a conspiracy by the Trump administration.

Meanwhile, Fauci was asked for his advice. “Stay at least six feet away from them.”

Man, am I glad he is working for us.  Phew.

Disney and Netflix have decided to sue for the movie rights, while both were seen with their photographers getting possible footage for their upcoming movie.  Rumor is it will be titled “You only wish hindsight was 2020.”

They are both claiming that they each read this blog post first, which somehow gives them the rights to run with it.  The Supreme Court is expected to hear the case unless the hornets or the virus get us first.

Another idea for the title floated around was “Buckle up Buttercup, the real fun is just about to start.”

Who knows, maybe Amazon will try to get the rights to it.

Liberal lawmakers have stopped all production of a pesticide that will kill the hornets.  They are concerned that the spray will get into the Ozone and seep into space, causing climate change on other planets.  They have noted that Mars is undergoing climate change right now, and they believe that flatulent cows are at fault.  Their lead scientist, ‘a women on the View who claimed to have once read a science book,’ believes that the gases escape through the hole in the atmosphere and travel to distant planets.

“The peasants must go back to the stone age to be good neighbors in the Universe.”

The science guy has confirmed this, which is causing quite the stir in the scientific community. The Hollywood elite and other business owners are flying to Switzerland in thier private jets to discuss how best to stop the methane gasses from escaping on Mars.

Congress is suggesting that we attempt to reason with the hornets and try to get along with them.  They have noted that a tiny percentage of those attacked dies.  While the long-term effects are unknown, they are encouraged that only the elderly seem to die as they cannot move quickly enough to avoid the dagger or vampire-like teeth.

PETA also weighed in against killing the hornets. All life is precious, unless it is human life.

Bill Gates has decided the best way to combat the hornets is to fool them into thinking it is nighttime.  He is looking at ways to keep the sun’s rays from hitting the earth. The bonus will be the earth will quickly fall into an ice age, where the hornets will slumber until such a time the sun once again shines on a dead planet.

Earth to Bill, Montgomery Burns did this in The Simpsons.  I am confident that his science is just as reliable as yours.

A darker planet would mean less food grown.  If we didn’t freeze to death, we would starve.  I think I will take the hornets. The hornets might actually be edible.

The news media blame the hornets on the Trump Administration for failing to look into his crystal balls.  The president’s job is to consult with his soothsayers and prophets to know what the future holds.  They note that if Trump spent less time tweeting and golfing, he might have seen this coming and taken steps to protect the American people.

Yep, this is how I feel about 2020. From the looks of things, 2021 will be run by people even less intelligent than what we have today.

I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and that you make Merry on New Year’s Eve, no matter where you are.

If you cannot physically be with your family or friends, skype, zoom, or at least call them.  You never know when the Murder Hornets with Vampire fangs and a dagger will be at your doorstep.  BWHAAA!

Here is a virtual toast.  At the stroke of midnight, I will hold my glass up high and take a drink in your honor.  You my friends, readers, and followers, make what I do worth it.  Please join me at midnight on the 31rst, wherever you happen to be.

 

Much Love -TW

 

 

 

 

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The Write Stuff

What would it be like to find an alien world that drives your sex hormones crazy when the third moon rises?

Yes, I know, I love clever.

Nano went off well for me. How about you?  Did you partake in NANO this year?

People ask me how I have managed to crank out so many novels. I don’t watch TV, and I don’t play video games.

Years ago, I complained I didn’t have time enough in the day to do those things that made me happy.  From the time we get up in the morning, we rush here and there to get ready for work. It doesn’t start at daybreak and end with the proverbial Fred Flintstone whistle in my work. Time clock jobs are meant for entry-level employment or factory work of some kind. Personally ‘in my opinion’ those folks will live longer.

My job doesn’t end at five or six or sometimes much later. Since I left the corporate world, where I put in an average of 70 hours a week on salary, now it is for me.  I am a bitch to work for…J

Nobody drives me harder than I do.  I thrive on it. On the rare occasion that the TV is on and I manage to see it, my attention span is there for just a few seconds when I know why I gave it up.

We write because we lack something. I don’t write to sell books, I wish they would sell more than what they do, but that is not why I write. I write because I escape that world or this realm and sneak into mine.

In my world, I can be a button-down person, or I can be a whore.  Think about it. In your novel or your short story, you can be something you are not. What is it like to be a serial killer?  What about a madam?

Picture yourself in the role of a madam. You are holding a crop, and your boss is now your bitch. The fool wanted to be punished for his abuse of women, and he found you.  What would his or her ass look like when you finish?

Maybe you are the naughty boss and require a little over the lap action to set you straight. It is your world; you can be what you want.

In one of my novels, I took a childhood fantasy and wrote it as part of the plot.  I have always wanted to go back in time and have a do-over. While I doubt I will use the phrase hindsight is 2020 much longer, I would do many things differently.

For one, I would value time much more highly than I did.

In my novel Saga of the Starduster, I find myself in the body of a fifty-year-old man.  An astronaut on the ISS.  Out of the blue (or black), a mammoth-sized space ship hovers over them. Sucking the whole thing up into a cargo bay.

Don, my main character, gets probed so to speak but more importantly, through a series of events, he gets to go back to his third-grade class and have a do-over.  Don, unlike what would probably occur, has all of his memories and his education.  He gets to see his mother again after she had passed from cancer. Does he change history?  Does the timeline change?

The novel is a roller coaster of emotions and time travel and aliens, yes, aliens.  

The Saga of the Starduster has the Right Stuff.  It is my best seller.

Nano has seen the birth of another TWScott original.  This novel is 108K words, and unlike anything, I have written to date.  Magic and Mayhem is a young adult coming of age story. Of course, it involves magic and witches and goddesses, and even Fae.

I have parts of it with Beta Readers, and I will be sending it off to the editor soon enough.

Covid Update.

I am still pretending it is Groundhog Day.  My nights and days are screwed up. I am on a first-name basis with UPS, FedX, the Mail delivery person, and even the Amazon guy.  A salesperson happened by the other day, and instead of pretending I was not home, I stepped out and chatted with them for over an hour. Hey, door to door salespeople’s lives matter… I think I did brighten their day. We are friends on social media now.  How strange is that?

The recycle is full of little boxes with smiles on them, as I am making Jeff Bezos even more money than he currently has.

I do have a mystery for you to puzzle.  If I stick a box on the floor, at least one cat will jump into it.  What is the deal with cats and boxes? Even if the package is too small, they will attempt it.

I love to hear your thoughts, what you are working on, and how you are coping.  I am sick of zoom or the virtual world, but I guess it will have to do in lew of hugs and kisses.

Much Love -TW  

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Sign of the times

Finished NaNo with 102K how did you do?

The world is a stage, and we are all just actors. Shakespeare was on to something.  We have learned first-hand just how tenuous our first amendment rights with access to the world through social media. If you support the Orange man, your opinions were invalidated, muted, or squelched by tech moguls who control a narrative. Big Tech is not the only industry to control the narrative. Over the last four years, we have seen the absolute worst from the petulant elite demigods in Hollywood. Now I see the PR agencies are in full bloom, rescuing what is left of their shredded reputations. Who they are on the silver screen is not who they are in real life. We fall in love with the characters, but that is not who they are. What we fall in love with is a façade created by a writer such as yours truly.

I worked at a large PR firm for years.  We came up with new and innovative ways to sell product to consumers, but we also sold people.  Yes, that is correct; when an elitist pig does something that damages their reputation, we develop ways to fix it. We were hired to sell them as the good guys.

Just like Smollet, who faked his mugging to appear to be a victim of gay-bashing, racists Trump supporters, pr firms are working on it.

The man was so stupid that he kept the magazine that he cut the words from to make the infamous Trump Country note.  Yes, a PR firm has worked tirelessly to salvage his reputation.

Of course, corruption is when the DA dropped the case against him after he was caught.  Was she paid to drop the case, did they have something on her, or is she racists and wants to perpetuate the narrative that all Trump supporters are white supremacists?

Are the laws equally applied in this country?  Hell no. If you have money and power, there are a different set of rules for you.

If Harvey Weinstein had hired our firm, we would have tried to come up with ways to salvage his reputation. Someone did, in fact, come up with the idea of him looking frail and old by having him use a walker.

The world is a stage, and you should question everything.

Today I see on the news that one actress has been covered by the media doing something nice for animals. Not mentioning names, but I can guarantee that is a PR firm at work.

When the media begins to blow smoke up their skirts, prevaricates to you about how noble they are, you know it is all just a lie.

What is the take away from this?

If you are a writer, actress, or another public figure, you should keep your opinions to yourself. Some in that business are history, and it won’t matter if they ever work again.

Some who have tarnished their reputation with their vitriolic contempt for half the country will need the services of a PR firm or hope that people have a short memory.

Since I know the tricks, I will happily point them out.  I happen to think that one should be accountable for their actions.  If they screwed up, they should admit it and make a heartfelt apology and not compound their lies with more lies.

Just because you think it, does not make it so.

Your opinions are formed by the input you receive.  Yes, the media is biased, and if you only seek information from firms that you agree with, you are setting yourself up for manipulation by those who espouse propaganda and not the facts.

Lastly, and this is worth remembering, if your emotions are tweaked, you are being manipulated.  For a thespian to risk their entire career because they ‘hate’ something is idiotic. Possibly they should investigate the facts before they make utter fools of themselves.

I hope your holiday was good and I pray that you are safe and well. I have finished my latest novel and am in the process of editing it.

Stay safe and stay tuned; more to come.

Much Love -TW

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Why do customers put your book down?

How is your hook?

Hello fellow readers, writers, and humans…  If you are none of the above and reading this, um, is your planet more evolved than this one? 

I will assume that only humans are reading this, so on with the reason for the blog.

Firstly let me tell you folks in the states, Happy Thanksgiving.  I hope that you had an excellent quiet time with your bird of choice.  Yeah, it was different this year.  Crazy uncle, whoever was not at the table poking his fingers in the air telling us how stupid we were for voting a certain way.  That might be a COVID blessing.

I read a lot.  I write a lot.  I spend more time in front of the keyboard than I care to admit.  One question that comes up often regards marketing their book.  They have the best novel ever written.  After years of trying to get an agent, they stopped wasting time on query letters and just published on Amazon, where Jeff and company make more money than the author if it sells.

The problems are many.

Firstly because of programs like KDP, people don’t value books like we used to.  I could have lived in a bookstore.  When half-price books came into vogue, I came close to living there.  Spending $20 on a book was nothing, especially when you are used to spending a lot more on college textbooks that were hardly ever used.

Along came Kindle and Kindle Unlimited.  Before we knew it, people who still read would not dream of spending $20 on a book when they can find something for free that is close.

KDP and others have programmed the reading community to value the written word as nothing.

Do you remember when Napster and similar music streaming services were online?  Musicians much like authors, should be paid for what you enjoy or consume. I won’t confuse you with too much more of the music industry. I will say that price is one reason your novels do not sell.

Statistically speaking, a new independent author earns $10 the first year. If you knew that going into a book project, would you still do it?

The numbers are sobering, but they put things into perspective.  Writing is hard.  Anyone can tell a story, but can you write the story as a real novel? 

Confusion on the reader’s part is one reason many books get placed back on the shelf. They are standing at the bookshelf in a major book store, and they see the spine of your book.  What is on the spine?

Your pen name, and the Title.  There might also be some color in the artwork.

Let’s assume that by magic, you picked the right fonts, colors, and Title intrigued them.  I am not going to lie and tell you the size and feel of the book doesn’t matter; it does.  Not very much but in the physical bookstore, everything matters. Suppose you could incorporate a certain scent in the pages that would be cool.

When the cover is opened, what do they see?

Her breath was haggard from the nightmare.  The tangled sheets must have been why she felt as if the trees in the forest had captured her—falling to the floor, pulling herself from the fabric, Priscilla headed to the bathroom.  Had she looked behind her, she would have seen the muddy footprints on the carpet from the forest floor in her dream.

Meh, never start a story with a dream scene but, I kind of like it.  Would that cause you to read further?

How about this one:

Silence filled the cabin of the craft as the engines ceased to function.  The gauges warning low fuel were still flashing an amber warning.  Steve knew they would be cutting it close, but, he never dreamed he would be tens of thousands of miles from his rendezvous with the space station, and no fuel. 

The asteroid that pulled them off course was not detected by the agency. Laden with supplies for the station, the one thing they did not have was fuel.  They had a week to figure out if they were still on course. Then they had to figure out how the space station stops them from heading out into the void between galaxies.

Hmm, I like that hook too.

Yes, the hook, as in fishing, is essential.  The hook is your bait.  Once you know who your audience is, you write for them. 

In our critique group, we have several different authors who write in other genres.  The second hook would not be well received by many of them as science fiction is not their thing.  In the first hook, we can guess that magic of some kind is involved.

A strong hook and a non-confusing story is only a small part of the process.

From POV to story structure, we are only scratching the surface of writing a novel that will sell.  My advice to writers is this.

Sit and write your story. Don’t worry about any of the ‘stuff’ that must be part of your novel to be any good.  Just tell the damned story.  Too many overthink it and never get the first story published.

Once you get the story on paper, stuff it into a drawer and start something else. Come back at it with fresh eyes months later and edit it. I always have what I call a manifest right after the title page. It includes all the pertinent information about the characters, places and so on.

I am close to 40 novels published, and I keep going.  Why?  Practice.  The story is the easy part.  Think of something that excites you, put yourself as the MC, and write the blooming story. Vomit it out until you wretch, and nothing more comes out.  Store that manuscript in a safe place and then write another. Don’t think about publishing an unvarnished attempt at a story.  Let it age.

When the next novel is finished, put it in that drawer and then read it as if you are seeing it for the first time with a fresh look at it.  Yes, have your red pen handy and make notes, lots of notes.

Wait, her eyes are green in this scene and blue in this one…  The list of issues will be mind-boggling.

Tackle them one at a time.  You will learn that you have to flesh out other characters and scenes that were very clear in your head.  Now a few months later, you have no idea what you wrote.  That is a good thing.

I had no one to assist me when I started this journey.  I made all the mistakes, and yet I am still here, still writing.  I am attempting to lift others on the same road as I travel. Why?

Why not?  I know many who are so competitive that they would not lift a finger to assist another writer.  That is sad. When you draw that last breath, what will others say about you? 

Some will say…’ it matters not.’

With as many novels and works of art that I have out there, I hope to be more than a footnote in history. Would I change anything that I am doing now if I knew nobody would care?  No, I care.

When I write you my lovelies, and I am not just spitting niceties into the wind. If I can lift you up in some small way either by my words, works, or actions, then that is a life well-lived.

One of my characters in one of my novels said. “When I slide into the grave, I want to have left it all out there on the field of life.” 

That was one of my early novels I need to go back and re-write.  I loved it, but I know I can do better.

I hope you got something out of this blog.  Take care, and have a great weekend.

Much love -TW

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Hello from my Hell

Are you ready to leave the planet?

That title sounds so dark. I guess I should explain why it is what it is.

Three weeks to flatten the curve has turned into a prison sentence, with Neanderthals attempting to cow me into some form of submission of their warped sense of the facts.  While I am much too nice to ‘flip someone off,’ the rude finger came close to making an appearance the other day.

I order my groceries, and I wait patiently for them to show up outside my vehicle.  Frequently I end up with several items missing.  My guess is the pickers are either too lazy to find them or get them.  I can say this with some amount of certainty.  Friends of mine had been forced to go into the store after similar experiences.  When they were told they were out of this or that, they went in to find a shelf of it.

I wish this were an isolated incident, but it is not.

I have a mask that I wear if I am forced to be around people.  The mask is rather telling as it has cat asses printed on the material. Yes, it is my passive-aggressive nature on full display.  Today once again, I left the store waiting at a light when some ‘lady honked her horn and pointed at my uncovered face.’  Um, I am alone in my car with the windows up; what does she expect from me?

Again the rude finger about made a showing but, these are stressful times, and these idiots have no idea why they are prattling on about things they know nothing about.

The virus is .001 nm.  You need an ELECTRON microscope to see it.  Your mask under an electron microscope looks like a chicken wire cage.  The virus, in comparison, is hardly a dot.

“But TW, you are saving lives by wearing a mask.”

In my car?

Unless you can get the real PPE and are trained on how to wear it, you do little to protect yourself.  And here is the big truth of it, pay attention.

If that mask is not worn correctly, your breath leaves you and follows the path of least resistance.

“TW, what do you mean?”

I mean, unless that thing is tight to your face, everywhere, it will bypass the mask and go out wherever those leaks are.  Usually, that is up past your nose, and yes, like a mushroom cloud, those particles or germs and viruses travel on the Y axis, straight up.  So my lovelies, if you go into a store and others are wearing masks that are not fitted correctly, they are pushing copious amounts of the virus, if they have it, straight up. 

I would love to have a thermal camera and show this as a demonstration. A picture is worth a lot of words.

Since the thing is .001 NM (nanometers), you can bet that it has very little mass.  Much less mass than, oh say …dust.

How many of you have ever sat on the couch with a ray of sunshine cutting through the room.  In that ray of light, you see the sparkles of dust.  You pat the sofa, and the air is filled with clouds of speckles.  Do they drop like bricks?  No, and they have much more mass than the virus, even a virus that is ‘heavy with moisture.’  That virus in that moisture will very quickly lose its H2O counterpart and stay aloft for hours. It will remain aloft until it lands on your food, your body, clothes, packaging in the store, and so on.

While the media is lying to us all by not using the words ‘electron’ in their microscopic descriptions of a mask and the virus, little old ladies like the aforementioned are doing their best to cow the rest of us to tolerate their uninformed bullshit.  Oh my, where are my manners.  I meant El Toro De Caca!

Here is the truth of it.  If you can smell anything while wearing a mask, it is not protecting you.  Perfume esters, smoke particles, and yes, those silent farts that kill us all are made up of things that are .4 NM or larger.  The virus is .004 to .001 NM.  That means if you can smell it, you are wearing something that will allow farts to enter the room. Fart molecules are much much larger than that tiny little .001 NM virus.  Got it yet?

I see people wearing a bandana, which is less protective than panties. Those are the people who are preaching to us about how irresponsible we are. FFS!

How much longer can we keep the rude finger in the holster?  How much longer can we smile and mutter ‘fuck you’ under our breaths?

Many of you know my roots are from the UK.  Churchill was a cousin of mine.  On the opposite end of the scale from Winston, is a lady also from the UK that I would pretty much disagree with her on everything but, one of her songs.

Lilly Allen was made known to me by a younger crowd when I was having a particularly bad day.  One of her songs made me happy.  It still does.  If you have not heard it, look it up.  It is the infamous fuck you song.

To all the idiots out there who ditched science classes, and are now preaching science to those of us who didn’t skip those classes…Yeah…Fuck You Very Much! 

But TW, what are we to do?

The first thing is to know the truth of it.  The lies peddled by the media are hurting people. 

You wear your knickers over your nose and think you are protected.  That misinformation, those lies are why we have the spike in cases.  They want to weaponize the information and blame people for it, but the truth is, they know what I am telling you.  The real question is, why are they not telling us the truth?   Why are they blaming people who voted a certain way?  Why are they doing more damage by pointing the finger at groups of sick people and folks who are tired of staying at home?

Those are the questions you should be asking of your blooming media, who come off as informed with their black-rimmed glasses.  Folks, they are actors and are stupid actors at that.  They are hurting everyone in the world.  They are the enemy of the people, everywhere, in every city, town, and country.  Until they can report the facts without the bullshit, they are the enemy and are state-run, Joseph Goebbels style propaganda.  You might as well be listening to Pravda or the stations from North Korea. 

Stay out of crowds.

Know your mask is not some shield like on Star Trek. It will blunt the distance of a sneeze or cough on the X Axis but, it will direct that same sneeze or cough up past your nose to hover over the masses for hours.

Even if you have the masks reserved for health care workers, you would need proper training to know how to wear it.  By the way, if you did have that mask, by the end of the day, your face would be bruised.  Yeah, it has to be about that tight.

When this mess started back in February, I purchased ozone generators.  Ozone sanitizes the surfaces of things and kills germs.  No, I have no stock in any bloody company; I am just telling you that Ozone is one possible thing you might consider, especially during the winter months when you cannot open your house up.  Be warned; Ozone is an irritant to your sinuses.  That means my lovelies, don’t run it in the room while you are in it and air out that room before you occupy it.

Suppose I owned a restaurant, school, church, etc.; I would run them at night to flood the area with Ozone.

I have one that will do half the house during the nighttime hours, and another I can put in a closet during the day to sterilize clothes and such.

Yes, there is science behind what I am telling you.  However, I don’t know if it will get through the shell of that virus or not. A virus is not a living thing per se.  Since I don’t own, or have access to an electron microscope, perhaps one of you can get me a grant to do some research.  Someone has to step forward and cut through the bullshit.

While I cannot fire the media, I can turn them off, and I have.  I would suggest highly that you do the same.  It is past time we take power away from those demigods telling us what to think.  Yes, Mika, I saw that film. I will never forget you said it.

As a writer, I would suggest you read a book or two.  Start with Animal Farm or perhaps 1984.

Need something newer? Presidential Assassin is a novel I wrote a few years ago.  I think a sequel might be on the way.

I do care about you.  That is part of my frustration.  I read your blogs; I hear you.  Know that I, too, am hurting and am pissed.  I feel as if idiots rule us, or perhaps there is a darker, more nefarious presence at work.  Follow the money.

Much Love -TW

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Day Three of NanoWriMo

If you want to vote on something important, tell me what you think about my pen name question below.

I want to start this blog for my friends in the States. If you voted that is all you can do. Your voice matters. While I pray that your voice came from informed sources and not those of the biased media, your task is completed.

Stop fretting over what the results may be.

If you read my novel Presidential Assassins I feel like there is more truth buried in the story than one might think. You will draw comfort from that novel if you need it or would like it.

Now on to what you can do. If you are like me get to writing. I have reported my 12.6 K words and will spend a little of that writing time to share this with you.

Magic and Mayhem which is my latest novel is coming right along.

Here is a question to authors everywhere. TWScott is my pen name much like many writers use. Everything I write to date has been under this name.

My latest novel is nothing like any of the previous novels, as this is a YA. Coming of age witch story.

Since this novel is not racy like other works, do I publish it under a different pen name or, do I plod ahead and use TWScott?

Advice on the matter is all over the board.

Do I self publish like everything else or do I go through the excruciating efforts of trying to prostitute myself out to agents?

You know what, in keeping with elections stuff, VOTE!

Should I publish YA stuff under a different pen name than my racier, well naughty stuff?

Which one should I do and why?

As for NaNo, my goodness write my lovelies. If you are a writer or author carve out some time away from the telly and write. Trust me they are just selling advertising time anyway. Vote, write and worry about the results when they are posted.

Much love -TWScott

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This is a short pep Talk

Elections are Toxic…Start writing!

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Never before have I ever…looked forward to November 1 like I am currently. Why?

No, the elections in the States are not why.

I saw a meme that depicts it all…The left wing and the right wing both belong to the same bird. So true.

We would do better to force our elected officials to hold those that hide behind the first amendment accountable for the propaganda they spew. Over the last few years they have gone above and beyond to yell fire in an auditorium.

They should be held accountable. The riots, the deaths, the looting and destruction are their fault. Why? They are telling the world what to think and what to believe. They use emotional triggers to foment hate among the tribes. They play to the worst elements of society and to the most vulnerable.

Every despot that ever lived did the same thing. Many are too ignorant of history to recognize the playbook.

One of our parties is running on the Green New Deal, which is the same thing as Mao’s Great Leap Forward, you know the one where he murdered forty million people. You wonder how people could be so stupid as to fall for it.

So why November 1?

#NaNoWriMo

But TW, you have over 36 novels published…why?

Because my dear friends, if you are partaking in this event I want to hear about it. If I can lift you up, encourage you, or be your cheerleader, let me know.

If you follow me you know that I value each of you. Yes, I read many of your blog post and yes, there are nights things that I have read keep me up, sometimes on my knees.

I don’t care what your belief’s are or where you live. If you are reading this we have something in common, more than just the color of our blood.

By now you should have your outline finished, you should have an idea what the contents of your 50K words will be and if you don’t, start now.

Yes, one of my gifts is, I can crank out 50k words tonight.

That is one of the first things as a person you should evaluate. What are your gifts?

Clint Eastwood said “A man’s got to know his limitations.”

Folks, the converse it also true. What are your strengths. Even in my naughtiest novels I write about enlightenment. That is part of what makes me who I am. I know who I am. I know what I am about. When I find a deficit in my character I will move heaven and earth to fix it, or at the very least mitigate it.

Yes this is what I hope to leave as my legacy.

There are countless religions and philosophies and most of them weave into the tapestry that makes them, becoming a better person.

You cannot become a better anything until you know that person in the mirror.

That you can do through your journaling, writing and of course you could spend tens of thousands of dollars paying someone to tell you but, that just makes someone else rich.

Lets get writing!

Much Love -TW

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Reviews, Feedback and yes, some Assholes

Have you had someone just trash your book and give it one star?

One of my favorite little bathroom books is a quick read called ‘Dear Asshole.’

The authors are Jillian Madison and Michelle Madison. 

Before I became an author, I was known well for my ‘Dear Shithead’ letters.  When someone gave me this book for my birthday, they knew I would appreciate it.

Dear Shithead, letters never made it to their intended audience as written.  Instead of sitting around fuming over the world’s injustices and stupidity, I would take to the keyboard and write.  They were probably rants in truth, but they never saw the light of day.

Many, too many of them were directed at my boss, who only had the position as he was a good liar. I think he had pictures of his boss with someone’s wife, but that is another story.

If you need to vent, writing such a letter is an excellent way to do it; just don’t hit send.

Now, on to the reason for this post.

I research a lot of stuff for my writing.  Part of that research is to look at what other books are available in that genre.  Lastly, I look at the reviews.

Here is some ‘shithead’ advice from someone.

“Just because you can write, does not mean you should.”

I love how people who write shit like this always post under a pseudonym.   Firstly, Asshole or Shithead, pick your adjective; you suck. 

No, this was not written to me or one of my novels.  One day, as there are shitty people who build themselves up by criticizing others, such a comment might be directed at me. 

Have you published a book?  

It takes guts to write a book, believe in that book, and then put it out there for assholes to write negative shit about.  I am perfectly ok with constructive criticism.  I welcome it.  Any writer should; that is how we improve our craft.

It can cost an easy $1000.00 for an editor to read your book and fix things.  Most self-published authors might make $10 the first year.  Now, the cover art is another bugaboo in that you can spend $500 on.

One of my author friends spent over $5000 to get her book on the market, and it is just sitting there.   In truth, unless you can score an agent or are very rich, it is a tough market.  If you can afford to navigate the shark-infested waters of predators, your novel is not going to be up to the quality of one published by Simon and Shuster.

This particular author has it for free on Kindle Unlimited, which is the kind of abuse he is getting.

If you cannot say anything nice, or at least constructive for your free read, keep your mouth shut!  That is why people write books like Dear Asshole.  You should get that book and read it in front of a mirror.  I would wager more than one of those pages will apply to you.  Just try to put yourself in someone else’s shoes before you write bullshit poison pen nonsense.

This world needs much more love and a lot fewer assholes!

Ever notice how you might be in line at the store, and everyone is polite.  You get in your car, and those same people will run you over while flipping you off.  That is the world we live in, and we need to change it.

Whew!  For you authors, if you would like constructive criticism as time permits, let me know.  With NaNoWriMo in a day or so, my time is limited but, I believe that a rising tide lifts all ships.

I donate a lot of time to local writers groups.  That is what I think we all should do.  Lift each other up instead of using them as a stepping stone to lift yourself while on their backs.

I know people who will Beta Read for a whopping $20… Can you imagine someone who will do that?

Yes, I have used them.

For you authors, realize that objectivity is not going to be your strength.  Also, understand that other authors will give your novel a one-star review because they have written something that competes with yours.  Yeah, some people suck!

I ignore one-star reviews, especially if they are under a pseudonym. Let’s face the facts; we give a percentage of the book away for free.  If they look inside the cover and buy it for a whopping two dollars after reading some of it, and then give it one star…sorry, that is unbelievable.  

I hope you find this post informational and inspirational. 

Much Love -TW

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Another Week in the Books

A mere 642.5 light years from here.

Hello fellow writers, poets and readers.   The sun is three hours from switching the stars off.  I took an opportunity to climb out of my warm bed to check out Betelgeuse.  A mere 642.5 light years from here it is practically in the neighborhood.

The star is a red giant and is part of the constellation Orion.  Orion is my favorite constellation.

While the Big Dipper was most probably the first one I learned as a child, Carl Sagan opened my eyes to much much more.  With his iconic Billions and Billions of stars, Cosmos was one of my favorite PBS programs.

My novel Under Roswell had an adapted image of him on the cover, which I painted.   Since the original cover, I changed it after re writing the novel.

This morning the temperature is 41 F, no wind and the stars were easily spotted.  Even with the moon, Mars still in its close proximity to us cast its reddish glow.

Betelgeuse is dying and for all we know it may already be dead.  Its luminance has waned dramatically last year which means 641 years ago, something happened.

This morning it seemed like it might be a little brighter than it was last spring.  Any number of things could account for its magnitude.  From air pollution to an actual change in the star.

Why all this talk about Orion and the Stars?

If you have ever walked into a cathedral and looked up, there is purpose for its size.  We don’t have an image or statue of God to compare our lives to but, we have ‘his house.’

I reject man’s attempt to compare man to god in such a manner.  I understand why they do it, but, I don’t need it to revere God.

Now my friends, if you stand beside the ocean, which is a perspective I can appreciate.

Find a night like tonight, and go out and look up.  There are Billions and Billions of stars and we are made of Star Stuff.  That is humbling and that is why I identify with Orion and Betelgeuse.

Make the most of the time you have.  Remember, hate is like a poison you take in hopes it will affect someone else. 

Much Love -TW

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I Get It

Conspiracy theories are the stuff of writers everywhere.

I read many of your blogs where some of you are bitching about the virus.  It is not so much the virus you are complaining about but how it has affected your lives.

Total truth in transparency, I am too.  I am a people person.

When you discover that you forgot your mask and have to return home just so you can pick up a few things at the store, yes that bites.  That is the problem with using a mask we wash.  So, keep a few store-bought ones in your purse or car.

Some of us are so vain that wearing a mask covers that expensive dental procedure or perhaps yes, that last minor fix from the dermatology folks or even our friendly surgeon who erases the effects of time.

I get it. 

Some are so self-centered that they don’t give a damn and do what they want or what they feel.  The truth is your ignorance does not excuse you from being responsible for your actions.

Those of us who ‘think’ know that for the foreseeable future, life will look different.  Until the political elite stops using the virus as a cudgel and get the truth disseminated among the rest of us, only then will we honestly know what ‘normal’ is.

In the states, if it were up to me, I would vote every long term politician out of office irrespective of political stripe.  Talk is cheap, and that, my friends, is all they offer talk and lies.

While a particular politician told us not to worry about the virus, she was investing heavily in Amazon.

When public servants become millionaires, you should kick them to the curb.

Our social media platforms are working against us, too, which is troublesome. I posted a question about an individual person’s laptop, and my account was suspended.  That is an infringement on free speech.  I happen to believe that selling access to the Vice president of the US is treason. Why is the media covering this up?  Why are the social media giants carrying water for them?

While the reality of conspiracy plays out on the nightly news and the tabloids, as a writer, it is all fodder for my next Kelly McGuire novel.

I finished rewriting and redoing the cover on Presidential Assassins The God Killers last night.

In preparation for NaNoWriMo, I wanted to finish this project so I could jump into my next project.

Check out my book and tell me what you think.  If you like it, leave me a review.

COVID has changed all our lives.  The holidays will not be the same.  Those special dinners and times when you go over the river and through the woods might not happen this year.

Grandma has Skype and Zoom, and just maybe it is time for you to learn how to make her stuffing or perhaps pumpkin pie.  If you live by yourself like many of us, well, just maybe it is time for you to pick up a good book, sit back with your hot tea and a warm blanket, and get lost in the world of a writer’s mind like myself. 

I will not hazard a trip to my children’s house if there are grandkids who wipe their snotty noses with their fingers.  They don’t appreciate the invisible enemy’s hazards and what it can do to more mature individuals.

As much as you might want that cuddle time, it is not worth it. Call them, skype them, or even use Alexa to talk with them.  Find a way to connect where you are safe.

For us writers, NaNoWriMo is upon us; why not use this time as an excuse to hide in your lair and allow your imagination to run wild.  Unleash your mind and vomit the world you dream of on the screen or paper.

There is a race to the cure, as there are considerable dollars in play.  Someone will come up with something soon.  The snow will melt, the leaves will return, and 2020 will be a blip in the history books.  Those of us who have lost people will remember them, honor them and press on as we must.

That bell will toll for us soon enough, don’t waste your days waiting on it.  Make your mark, tell your story, and reach out to those that you love.  Find light over dark, love over hate, and stop lamenting that which you cannot control.

Much love –TW

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Do you fall in love with your characters?

Are you writing about you?

Greetings, my fellow writers, authors, and friends.

I find it exhilarating when a character becomes more than a Skelton.  We, you and I start with an idea, and before you know it, we have become Gods.  Yes, we have created the Sahara or perhaps a moon with an atmosphere the Earth’s size that happens to orbit a failed star.

The tension, of course, is, what is the stability of the failed star? How close must the orbit be to a gaseous giant that is only working at twenty percent?

Our Captain ‘Dirk’ is either a lovable single syllable kind of guy, or perhaps it is a fierce redhead who her subordinates refer to as sir.

Somewhere in the pages, our characters become real to us.  We see them.  We can hear their soft sexy voice or perhaps the shrillness of her commands as she orders the helmsman to face the enemy five times their might.

Having written over 34 novels and then some, I find that my characters come to life in other stories.  They call that crossover, but, to me, I think it might be a little deeper.

What if we are creating the perfect lover?  When we play god, what if our needs and desires leak out from our axiomatic ink wells and land on our proverbial parchment paper?

Guess what my lovelies, they do.  If you want to know someone in an even more intimate way than perhaps their spouse knows them, read what they write.

Even on these blogs, I read many blogs that you all write.  You see, pets, if you are following me, the odds of me ever getting a hug or even a handshake are distant.  There are a few of you who I wish I could hug; I feel your pain in your words.

I peruse your musings.  Some of you keep it very much business and use your blogs to eke out a living. 

The truth is I have a company, a job that occupies much of my time.  I should be writing murder mysteries inventing a new Sherlock Holmes.  We could use a Digital aware investigator, with the charm of an English gentleman, don’t you think?

I write because it removes me from this world.  My characters, for better or worse, are all parts of me. My god, I think I know where they came up with the story for Cybil.

Some poor bastard fell off his trolley, and they left him or her with a pen and paper.

I have read many of your posts. Some made me laugh, some cringe, and others cry.  The world we currently live in sucks in so many ways.  I would count those ways, but that is counterproductive to who I am as a person.  To me, the glass is half full.  It must be.

How do we not fall off our trolley?

If you are young and healthy, I think you go about your life.  I believe that living in fear will create toxicity within you, much like harboring hate will. Those of you who have written such blogs, you know I am speaking with you.  Notice I did not say at you.  From me to you, this is a gesture of friendship and love from a stranger. I share what I do, so you know that you are not alone.

Like so many others, these words are much more revealing than if I were walking down Main Street anywhere, naked.  Our Body is but a house for our soul.

My relatives come from the other side of the pond.  Winston Churchill is in my family tree. I’m not too fond of cigars, but brandy, now we both could agree on that. I can picture him and I sitting in a library sipping brandy while discussing what must happen to save the country.

My characters are all parts of my soul, from my cheeky redhead in Presidential Assassins to Don in The Saga of the Starduster.

My god; what fun that was to be abducted by aliens!  To trek across the voids of space to wake up in a space station in another Galaxy.  Don, part of me, was kidnapped by a ship full of nudists.  Can you imagine nude aliens?

Kelly, she is part of me too.  She is the part that takes no shit from anyone.  Trust me; I have that side.  Unlike many of my writer friends, I love to shoot guns.  From skeet to competitive target shooting, a bad guy does not stand a chance in hell should he or she trespass.  That is one reason I can never return to where my cousin did so much, for so many, to have it all taken away by so few.

To be stripped of my right to bear arms is unconscionable.

Presidential Assassins is a thriller and a half, with sex and action.  Much more action but damn, Kelly is …mmmm.  It is too bloody bad Kelly could not get turned loose today.

There are other novels, some very naughty and some nicer.  My point is, all of those characters are parts of my Cybil. 

When I am at conferences, I don’t wear a badge that says TWScott.  I rather like that incognito mode.  You see, some might only read the naughty novels and think I am less of a person than they are.

That is why we use pen names, so the judgmental assholes of the world don’t piss in our cheerios. Yes, we walk among you mere mortals, so beware.  The truth of it is we all have our bedroom face and thoughts.  Those who would look at you or I, and think less of us should look into the mirror.

I hope this epistle brings you some comfort, some joy, and some laughs.  I meant what I said about not being alone.  There is much more that ties us together than tears us apart.  Those who preach hate on the cable channels are the assholes you should gird your loins to avoid. Someone is paying them to spread lies, misinformation, and well, propaganda.

Much love -TW

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Why Do We Write?

Here is an example of POV switching.

I lead a group of writers where I live—inspiring them to write means that I must also be encouraged to write.

Here, let me inspire you.  This piece is off the cuff.

The waves crashed around her while walking the smooth sand.  Water had made the beach appear like silk with a sheen capturing the streaks of orange and shades of red from the morning sun.  Seabirds called to her as she made her way to her special place.

There among the rocks left by time and tide was her place.  A thrown of sorts created by Poseidon for his daughter.  That was her idea of it.  The wind blew through her sheer cover as it had done so many times before. 

She scanned the horizon to find nobody.  This time of year, the tourists had all gone home. 

The usual echoes of children’s screams and mothers telling them “stay close to the shore” were not there.  Other than the birds and the waves, ambient sounds were devoid of humankind.  It was sad in a way as she enjoyed the laughter of children making sandcastles.  Where were they today, she wondered.

The invaders with funny accents, and strange smelling lotions, were missing.  Most probably, many of them would be in a tiny desk, with the scent of chalk and crayons and the echoes of Miss Manners teaching them how to read and write.

Poseidon or one of his minions had erased all evidence of their invasion.  Locals had scoured the beaches, removing plastics and broken beach things, leaving it as pristine as Athena would want it.  

More birds cried out as if to welcome her. The scent of saltwater mixed with the occasional aroma of a bakery on 24th street. A mere half-mile from her thrown was where she would re-join the humans selling fresh muffins, teas, and coffees.

Jessica did not mind the locals.  Many of them, she looked forward to seeing.  There was Old Man Tanner, who always smiled while ordering his slice of banana bread and black coffee.  She would glance out the window at him, sitting under the umbrella reading an old tomb. The breezes tamed by the seawall would lift crumbs off his plate, feeding the small birds at his feet.

Then there was Priscilla.  She was a few years younger than Tanner but a widow, much like him.  Smiling at Jessica, she knew that her motive was transparent to everyone except Tanner, as she collected her slice of iced lemon loaf and her latte.  As she passed Tanner, her small dog stopped at his feet, sniffing of them, catching his attention. 

Tugging at her leash, Gypsy was going nowhere until Tanner scratched at the soft fur between her ears.

Tipping his hat to Priscilla, she smiled as the events played out much as they had for the last few weeks.

“Have you heard from Joe?” Old lady Simmons asked.

Breaking her attention from replacing a tray of muffins, Jessica looked into her piercing stare. 

The morning at the beach had been to clear my head from the letter I received yesterday. 

I could answer her in the affirmative, as Joe might say.  In truth, they had redacted much of the letter with large ugly black streaks, I was not sure if I had heard from him or his sergeant.

“Yes, well, I think so.”

The look on her face most probably mirrored my own.  The half-smile told me she remembered when her husband was in Vietnam. “They still use black marker?”

I shook my head.  “You would think with technology; we could find a way.” My voice trailed off.  She knew her words brought my fears up to the surface once again.

Martha Simmons had been a resident on the island for eons.  Her husband passed of cancer, and she swears to be damned; it was from what they used to defoliate the trees.  I would not argue with her as it was pointless.

“I am having a small party this Saturday.  Come by.  I know you would be the youngest, but I would love to have you.”

She was dear.  Martha wanted to take over for my mother after she passed. 

One of the arguments I would have tried to make to her regarding her husband is this. Tom and my mother both died of the same type of cancer.  I feared that the power plant across the bay might be at fault, but I had no way to prove or disprove it.

Joe might know how to make sense of it, but he was off in a desert a half world away looking for ghouls who sew the seeds of hate in their every action.  I just wanted him home.

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Yes, I just created this in the last twenty minutes, give or take.  I wanted to play around with switching from the third person to first.  How did I do?

POV is a very tricky part of the writing process.  While writing provides us with an escape from life, we can also use a short prompt to improve our craft.

Speaking of writing, I think I just wore out my Logitech Keyboard.

I love this particular keyboard, as it is ergonomically well designed.  Every time I hit the “quote,” the mark does not appear until I hit another key.

I changed out the batteries and it still does it.

This is the first keyboard I had to purchase stick-on letters as I have worn the paint off the CVJKLOP keys.  LOL

The model is the K 350…

Do you have a favorite?  What is it, and why?

Ok, well, happy Saturday to you.  If you like what I wrote, spend a minute telling me why. What worked and what did not.  Would you like more of it?

Much Love -TW

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Open letter to the presidential team on Covid-19

It appears we know less now than we did.

Dear Dr. Fauci and company,

I think it is fair to say that information and guidance regarding COVID has at best been inconsistent.

Early on, I asked if the virus was airborne.  We were told no.

The virus is .004nm in size; you need an electron microscope to see it.  If we were to examine a mask under such a device, one must wonder what a mask would resemble.  Instinct tells me if one can smell anything wearing a mask, the virus will go right through it.  Most esters and smoke particles are much larger, around 4nm.  If you can detect the scent of hand sanitizer or the Sulphur from a lit match, either the mask is ineffective, or you are not wearing it correctly.

If your breath is fogging up your glasses, guess where your virus is going?  Yep, into yet another orifice, your eyes. Of course, it is now vertical or on the Y-axis.

Do you feel like people are too stupid to grasp this concept, or perhaps you think the mask is a psychological placebo, giving the masses the illusion they are doing something?

Is the virus airborne?

Have we attempted to trap air samples in crowds to determine the virus’s PPM?

I read where you have said that vitamins and other costly efforts are ineffective against COVID. Let’s look at the converse, are there things we do that make us more likely or susceptible to the virus?  

At this time of year, typically, many of us get a flu shot.  Usually, after we take one, speaking for myself and others I have talked to, we develop mild cases of flu-like symptoms afterward.

Does this scenario not make us more susceptible to catching COVID since we are now less well?

Even though the virus is dead, our body becomes a factory of sorts for antibodies that act as if they are attacking a live virus.  It appears our body is creating tiny ‘soldiers, antibodies’ to stand at the ready.  Is this an accurate portrayal of the immune response?

Since our body is creating antibodies, I suspect that it lowers our immunity to other viruses besides COVID.   Why do we feel horrible after a flu shot if it is not the flu? Does the response to the virus trigger those same mechanisms like a fever? Are we more susceptible during this time?

While on the mask’ philosophy,’ here is another question.  If we have a virus and are shedding it, if we are continually inhaling our breath, are we not adding more viruses to our system?  

Instead of shedding it as our body most likely does in self-defense, wouldn’t wearing a mask make the symptoms worse?

Lastly, I would like to visit with you about re-infection. Let’s assume the reports about re-infection are accurate. 

If one is infected and their body builds up antibodies, is this not what a vaccine does? 

My understanding of vaccines is this.  An antigen is introduced into the body.  This act triggers an immune response, which I have loosely talked about previously.  The body’s response develops antibodies which will identify and destroy invaders like Covid-19. 

If this is factual, either the re-infection is due to some anomaly with this virus or, we are overwhelming our bodies with the virus by inhaling large quantities of it, which would otherwise be shed through normal respiration.

Is the mask a good idea or not?

If I understand the physics of the virus and the body as laid out, I would think a mask is a terrible idea.

Now I realize some non-medical people will question my logic of wearing the mask and the size of the virus. 

For you, the explanation is straightforward. 

Once the virus becomes part of your respiration, the moisture, you know that humidity that fogs up your glasses will contain much of the virus.  While that which escapes on the X-axis will be blunted, remember that a percentage of your breath travels on the Y-axis both up and down past your chin. Your breath will moisten the mask over time as water droplets are much larger than the openings in your surgical type mask.

I am dying to see if we get an answer.

I will tag him, but if you want a response, re-blog this.

Re-tweet it, and so on.

We need to know these things.  I am sorry that journalism in this country is dead.  One would think someone in the media would have asked this.

Much Love -Tw

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How much is that Doggie in the Window?

Is this a swamp monster?

This blog is as close to political as I will get.

The following is my opinion and, therefore, does not constitute any information that needs fact-checking by political hacks.

Since 2016 we were convinced beyond the shadow of a doubt that the president had colluded with Putin. We were told Russia is the reason Hillary lost.

We spent over 25 Million Tax Dollars and close to three years of his administration to investigate every nuance of the election. We had Spartacus moments to convince the public that Trump’s campaign was littered with spies for Putin.  It was reported he had a secret yearning for Golden showers from Russian ladies.

Yes, that was designed to make you think EWW and cringe, and for many of you to say on social media how depraved he is, as now you have the truth.  Funny, those posts were not edited or removed by the demigods of social media.

They were false.  Even the lawyers who used those lies to get the special investigation going knew they were lies.  We spent over 25 million dollars to have The View and the MSM drone on about ‘this is the nail for his coffin.’

Now I understand soap operas.   Hate more than love drives the viewership.

After three years of propaganda failed, we had a fake impeachment as a virus was unleashed from China.  While Trump took advice from a staunch democratic activist playing doctor, the rest of the world followed our lead. 

We still don’t know the truth about this virus.  Without the virus, removing Trump from office with the economy, job numbers, and so forth would be impossible.

Then we had the tech giants kill stories that differed from what the MSM pushed.  Billionaires, much like the Wizard in OZ, hid behind green ‘their money’ to pay protestors who, when asked, cannot tell you when the war of 1812 was, much less give you any reasonable guess as to the conflict. These protestors or ‘useful idiots’ akin to Hitler’s Brown shirts, act with impunity as someone has paid for their legal fees.

Hitler also had a ‘Defund the police campaign,’ so his Brown Shirts could rule the country at his behest.

In speaking with those ‘educated’ by our failed schools, we learned that they are equipped for asking if you want fries with that if this anarchist campaign fails.  How sad is that? 

The good news is burger joints won’t have to invest in millions of dollars of robots, as those who are burning the cities down can trade in their uniform for a brightly colored polyester shirt and maybe even a red button nose.

They will bitch because they are only making $15 an hour vs $50. I guess $50 an hour with a get out of jail free card to destroy the inner cities is good money if you can get it. 

Someone figured out that allowing stupid people to graduate would force the government to enable more H1-B employees into the country. We have raised a generation of idiots, useful idiots.  Idiots that will take $50 an hour to burn down cities in the name of hate.  Who pays these kids for their service?

Who spends millions of dollars to get DA’s elected that will not prosecute arsonists, looters, and rioters?

Isn’t it simply amazing that the virus is so smart that it only bothers people who attend church or Trump Rallies?  You can riot, loot, burn cars, businesses, and forests with no ill effects. Don’t go to church as the virus only lives there.

Oh, and don’t go to a gym whatever you do; those viruses wait for you in dark corners.  If you sweat, they come for you.

As the election draws near, we learn that Hunter Biden left a laptop loaded with incriminating evidence at a repair shop. He was too messed up to retrieve it. 

Is this a smear campaign by the right? 

Is Hunter that stupid?

Are any of the rumors true? 

How long does the FBI need to verify the veracity of what is alleged?

Think we might find out after the election?

How does Biden live like a king on a government servant salary?

Where does his money come from? 

What has he done for you in 47 years as a public servant?

One thing is evident to anyone with more than three neurons firing.  The media on both sides is using emotional triggers to get people out to the polls. 

I would proffer that none of us know the truth.

We only have the evidence of what has come to pass, and we have video of things each candidate has accomplished or said and not accomplished.

It is my firm belief that the Tech giants have too much control of the narrative.  I also believe that they are too smart to knowingly allow stories like the laptop to be banned from all of its platforms.  My gut instinct is they too have too many useful idiots working for them, who think with their hate.

Tech Giants like Facebook, Google, and Twitter, and yes, WordPress are either publishers or provide the service irrespective of content.  The tech monopolies are either responsible for all the bullshit disseminated throughout the world, or provide the service.   They cannot have it both ways. Unless they want to see their liability carve out eliminated, they best reign in their activists.

The media are either objective journalists or dime store rags to tell you when Big Foot will make another appearance. They either report the news or make it up, not both.  

While Nesse may need Biden’s PR firm so those rags can have something to write about after November 3rd, you should be suspicious of anything that is not factually backed up.

We, the people, should hold them accountable, and yes, that means defining what the media is and what it is responsible for.

Truthfully I long for the day when CNN once again becomes a trusted news source instead of a propaganda network for the demigods.  

Objectivity is dead in this country, and (a thinking person) should ask why? 

Who is paying who to keep silent on stories that are of importance to the world? 

Who is paying activists to search Facebook and Twitter, and other social media, on granular levels to kill stories or articles that they don’t like?

This activity is third world country stuff, and it needs to end.

Why can’t an R and a D sit or stand in one room and talk about the issues?

Because people like Rachel Maddow make it personal and emotional to trigger those who watch her.  If you are emotional, logic is gone. It is like bringing a knife to a gunfight.

Emotional people are loaded guns with a hair-trigger.  Go ahead, piss your wife off and then try to reason with her as she is tossing dishes at you. 

We have a nation of pissed off wives.  This is what the media has done to this country.  Those who have died because of hate are the result of the media yelling fire in an auditorium.  Yes, they are the spark, the inflammatory rhetoric which is patently false, to trigger people are the cause of the violence.

You my friends, are being played.  Who is paying them to play you, and why?

If your emotions are tweaked, you are being manipulated.  PR firms are paid well to figure out how to do this.

Save the Children!

You might not remember Sally Struthers in her Save the Children ads.  I do.  An incredibly small percentage of every dollar donated went to the starving children who lived in filth.  Starving children, much like the Red Cross disaster stuff, is big business and lucrative.

Now I am thinking about the freezing starving dogs with the haunting words of Angel by Sarah McLauchlan, wondering just how much of those dollars go to the cause.  Do you know…comment below.

PR firms and Ad Agencies are paid well to trigger you.  It is not hard. 

Politics is all about telling you what is wrong and who is to blame for it.  Truth is irrelevant. What can I sell?  If you invest ten minutes listening to me, and I can blame all the world’s woes on the other guy and make those woes personal to you, I have won.

The outcome of the election may not matter. 

Shocked?

The swamp, controlled by business moguls who own the swamp creatures, will keep whoever is in the White House in check.  Just because Trump donates his paycheck, signaling to the demigods he cannot be purchased, even he has his price, and they know it.  In the second term, I would watch to see what changes happen.

One candidate is a bargain compared to the other. One is an empty vessel with a running mate that would sleep with Satan himself for more power.  Too harsh?  No, look at her past.  She slept with a man twice her age for political favor.  Even he is telling the country not to vote for her.

She is a swamp creature and will fit in nicely with the other monsters.

The other is not a politician, and we can only look at the last four years.  No, you cannot look at news stories; you have to look at what he has done.

The moral of the story is, they are all still in the same pet store window.  Yes, this is my opinion.  That and a dollar might get you a cup of coffee.

I will be focusing on fiction and #NaNoWriMo soon.

Much Love -TW

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Hello!

Should we just take a cruise and live on the edge?

This is a short blog just to let you know I am thinking about you.

Not edited or pretty, just a nice thought. Today I woke up to the nauseating sound of the alarm clock. There is no real reason to have it on but since COVID and business dwindling my give a damn seems sluggish.

Earlier I wrote about each day of lockdown until we got over a month. People, it October 15th and now we are hearing about re-infections.

Here is what I know about vaccines. The idea of a vaccine is to turn your body into an antibody factory. That is correct. The dead virus is introduced into your body causing the factory to turn on and create antibodies that will attack the virus with that strain of RNA. Hmmm. If there are re-infections that would lead us to think one of two things.

A: There is something special about this virus that is more powerful than antibodies.

B: The virus has mutated just enough that your antibodies don’t match that strain of RNA so, your body once again has to come up with new Antibodies.

Did I say two, how about a third idea?

If you are wearing a mask and, you become infected, just maybe by breathing your own air, you are saturating your body with the virus. As it multiplies, you keep sucking it back in to your body and your system is overwhelmed.

Finally after the better part of a year they tell us it is airborne. The mask you wear looks like a screen door to the raw virus as it is .004 nm . Once married to your breath, moisture the mask will blunt it on exhale but it will not stop it completely.

If you can smell anything through your mask, it is ineffective at protecting you.

While I would love any honesty out any government, I feel there is much they are not telling us.

I spent years in the medical complexes working with doctors, scientist and so forth. I left that mess to work in forensic computing.

Now, I am writing to you and fellow writers, while opining on the state of affairs.

Much Love -TW

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Conflict

What do you do when you are pushed from your comfort zone?

Yesterday I wrote a blog about the hook.  What brings your reader into your story?

Today, let’s discuss what keeps your reader engaged. 

Regarding the hook, you might have noticed that we talk about internal conflict; the same is true throughout your novel.

Last night we talked about an insecure girl.  Her body was growing as it was intended, but her fear kept her from doing what?  Living.  While many of her friends were wearing sweaters, makeup, and probably rolling the waistbands up on their skirts, our MC is afraid.

This is a classic coming of age story which line the shelves of so many book stores.  Why do you think young girls read these stories?

Exactly, they want to know how Sally or Jane overcame their anxiety and what they did to get the boy with the wavy brown hair to look at them.  Reading a book about forbidden love or young love is just you and the tactile feel of the pages as they slip through your fingers.

You older readers/writers, do you remember that fear, that anxiety you felt when you decided to sneak your makeup out of your room so you could apply it on the bus or perhaps in the bathroom with a dozen other girls?

For you guys reading this, Daddy’s don’t want their little girls to grow up too fast.  I cannot begin to tell you how many times the phrase ‘that stuff is for whores’ was bandied about.  It is about protecting your child and some immaturity on the part of the Dad. 

The odds are good. Dad remembered what he was like in school.

Fear is part of the story that makes us relate to your character.  They have a desire.  What is that desire?  What must they do to obtain their goal or fulfill their desire?

The internal conflict of buying the sweater and putting it on, fixing her face and hair, is where our protagonist from the hook, must go. 

Trust me, grasshopper, I could write an 80K novel just out of that process in about four weeks, and it would sell.  Why?  Why would it sell?

Fear is the one thing that we all can relate to; it is the common denominator.  If you say no, you are lying. Something scares you.

Part of growing up is embracing the fear and doing it anyway.  Now when I say this, I am not talking about something stupid.  I will give you some examples from my youth to the current day.

  1. The roller coaster.  Yes, I was deathly afraid of them; heights bother me.
  2. Speaking in public. 
  3. Debate
  4. Singing to an audience
  5. Reading out loud
  6. Publishing my first book.
  7. Rejection
  8. Flying an airplane
  9. Riding a horse

I could go on, but you get it.  These are all things that could be part of your plot, theme, or character arc.

I hope you got something out of this.  I look forward to hearing from you as you write your project.  Remember that NaNoWriMo is just around the corner.  50k words are nothing.  Embrace the fear and go forth!

Much Love -TW

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The Hook

Did you ever wonder why authors let you read the first few pages of their book?

Did you ever want to sit down on a rainy day with a cup of hot tea, maybe some lemon and honey, and write?

I used to make up stories to entertain my friends, then when babysitting, it was for someone’s kids, then my own.  Rabbits were a favorite.  Writing for children is pretty simple.  Hook their emotions and tell the story in fifteen minutes.  That’s it.  Sure, you can toss in some visuals to aid in the storytelling process, but there is damned little to it.

If I want to tell you a story and I want you to read past the first few lines, what must I do?

I need you to give a damn.  Not about me; you already care for me in some way as you are reading this.  Possibly you have followed me enough that you realize if I am writing it, you might learn something.

Your mom didn’t raise a fool, did she?

Yes, I am about to cast a few pearls into the winds of time.

In 2018 I wrote this entire series about a crew of space-faring people who become lost in time, not space.  Improving my writing craft, I read some of my older work and had to ask myself, why didn’t someone tell me this?

During the first few lines, I need you to meet the MC, and I need to get you to care about them.

In a previous blog, I spoke about a novel where the author hooked me quickly.  Check out the blog on Where the Forest meets the Stars.  Even the title is riveting.

How do you write a hook that would make me care about your main character?

The hook is about Internal Conflict.  What are they afraid of, and what do they desire?

Example

Sally went to the high school football games with her friends.  They were much more outgoing than she was.  Braces, pimples, and two visits from the boob fairy had her dressing in baggy clothing.  While her friends secretly admired her figure, they would never tell her the truth. They craved the attention of the boys and were in no mood to compete with her.  Sally wore no makeup and was an introvert. The drab baggy clothing assigned her a threat level of three out of ten.  None of the boys would look at her, well not for very long.   

Dragged to the game by her one friend who cared about her well-being, she tried to get Sally to speak with boys. Even at the local A&W, Sally lets the other girls do the talking.  She was much more comfortable in her room with her books.

She liked Johnny’s chiseled chin and the few hairs that sprouted here and there.  His blue eyes caught hers, but she didn’t speak.  The awkward silence mixed with the butterflies in her stomach as their eyes were doing the talking. It was not until his attention was diverted did her stomach simmer down again.

“Why didn’t you say something,” Jenny asked?

Most YA is written in the first person for that reason.

We know just enough about the characters to relate.  We all remember our first social interactions, and some of you might understand why Sally was reticent about wearing a sweater that would take their attention away from the acne and braces.  Yes, some of us want to be liked for our minds.

What is her internal conflict?

Why doesn’t she wear a sweater like her friends?

Why doesn’t she put on makeup, even if she had to put it on during the bus ride to school?

While you could build your hook around an external plot-driven event, I would choose character-driven, and there are reasons for it.

Your audience will play into this, but first-person vs. third-person gets your audience closer to your characters.

Again, an internal conflict vs. external allows the audience or reader to know your character much sooner.

As my craft changes and improves, I will be sharing those lessons on this blog.  If you have not hit follow yet, my goodness, why not? 

There are ten novellas of the Hole In Time series.  Question… I wrote these as lunchtime reads.  Ten to fourteen thousand words is easy for those of us to eat and read at lunch.  Should I leave them as updated Novellas, or should I concatenate them into one tomb and re-publish it as a rather large book?

I hope you all are staying safe and using your time wisely.  Much Love -TW

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The Business of Writing

Why cant I just write?

Oh Crap, tell me this isn’t a blog about business…please??

It’s true; we are writers, we want to write.  It is tough enough to conjugate words and have them make sense.  Writing is equivalent to weaving a ten thousand piece puzzle together when half of the pieces are blank.   The dog might have eaten some of the pieces, but yet we press on.

Do you want to make money with what you write?

If the answer is yes, then you must accept that writing is a business.  If it is, you need a business plan.

It is not enough to have ideas for stories.

From marketing to paying for your parts of the process you are not strong in, you must be willing to make sacrifices.

I am asked how much time should I spend marketing, and when should I start?

Do you know the answers?

In this very blog, I started a story about the Three Hundred.  Few of you took the time to read it, so guess what, it is a failure.  If I cannot entice someone to read a story for free, what hope do I have of getting someone to pay for it?

That is the first lesson; failure is part of the business plan.  Failure is a good thing as it gives us feedback.

I would tell you to keep tossing shit at the wall and see what sticks but, shit is probably not the best adjective I could find.

Cast your pearls out into the winds and see what seeds land on fertile ground and take root.

Either way, the lesson is, don’t stop.

If you have a passion for writing, write.  As for advice from me to you, write what you love or are passionate about.  If the Three Hundred stirs your juices (speaking to myself), write the damned story.

If this were to be a novel, when do you suppose I should begin to market it?

“The Three Hundred, a story of the last few humans to survive before mankind destroys the planet.”

Ok, I need to get this on social media and wet appetites.  Yes, when the title and the concept are in your mind, blog about it, tweet about it, and invite your readers to peek behind the scenes as the story develops.

With this action, you build a base of followers, who when the story hits the book stores will be the first to buy it.  They might also be the first to leave you reviews.  Reviews are a good thing.

Keep all your receipts because this is a business.  Trust me on this; when you make over $600 from Amazon, the government will be looking for their share.  They will know about it as you will be issued  a 1099.  Just claim it and move on. The federal prison on tax evasion is no place to write your next novel.

When the story takes form in the way of the first few pages, begin exciting your followers on Social media.

Dedicate time each day to marketing.

From Social media to web site design and content, it is all necessary.

One problem with social media is your eggs are in a basket that you don’t control.  The @twscott823 twitter account was suspended for no apparent reason.  I went to tweet about something, and it did not work.  I have many followers who were not easy to come by, and Twitter just suspended it because God only knows why.

Yes, I have appealed to the robot in charge.

Knowing that social media can be fickle and unpredictable, what can you do?

First, you must put your eggs into a basket that you control.  Web sites are a good one.

I am looking at paying for advertising on Amazon, which kills me.  I pay them to market my books that they keep a good chunk of—cost per click.  You could spend upwards of a $1 a click for a three dollar book that there is no guarantee that the “clicker” will purchase.

In business, we call this a loss.

I am currently exploring all the angles. What is the least expensive way to get my novels in the hands of those who would read them?  As I learn more, I will share it with you here.

#amwriting is not just a hashtag; it is who I am.

Much Love -TW

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A Book Review

Thanks for the read!

Book review of Where the Forest Meets the Stars

I don’t do this near enough.  Like Kennedy, I believe a rising tide lifts all ships.  As a writer, author, and business person, I also make time to read.  As a writer, you must.

As writers, we tend to fall in love with our characters.  When I open a book, if I am not intrigued by the character by the end of the first chapter, I am done.

I don’t want to quote her opening lines, but I will tell you the hook was brilliant.

Three characters, all broken, needing something.

I relate to her MC, as that is much like my life.

I relate to Ersa as I have said before, I was abused as a child.  Her pain and everything she was going through hit home with me.

I related to Gabriel as he, too, was abused and again messed up.

In fairness, I knew how it was going to end.  As a writer, I was able to guess where everything was going to happen and when.  Still, I did not want to put the book down.  Even though I knew where the trouble would start, I was part of her world.

Authors, this is what we strive for.  We want to bring our readers into our world with just enough information that they can paint the picture in their minds.

With everything going on today, I don’t watch TV, too damned depressing.  I know we are being lied to by just about every media outlet out there.  With an election, they can’t help themselves.  The commercials are awful.  There must be a better way. 

Much like Ersa, I leave this world through my books or the stories provided by other authors.

So Glendy, thanks for the four hours of mental vacation.  You had me crying, laughing, and even upset about a fictional dog. 

I look forward to whatever you turn out next, and I hope you do.  I need to see what an Indigo Bunting is.

Much love -TW

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Imagine

Imagine if you can….

From my era was John Lennon.  While I am not a pacifist, I do appreciate his wistful way of looking at things.

Everything he espoused is antithetical to the human condition. 

We find comfort in stuff.

Since we cannot count on each other, governments, or even Mother Nature, we must rely on ourselves.  Yes, you can throw God into the mix, but one has to wonder how many of those drug-addicted people living on the streets, defecating on the sidewalks also believe in God.

Some of my values in life came from black and white movies, where morality was still depicted.  Many came from books, the classics.

When the chips are down, the only person you can count on is that person looking back at you in the mirror.  We stopped teaching people that sad little fact.  This is why so many adults are still living in mommy’s basement or their 11′ X 11′ bedroom, escaping reality through video games.

Politicians promise these people the world for their one thing that matters, a vote.  Once they get it, like Stalin’s millions of citizens, he let starve; you too will end up on the sidewalk using discarded newspapers as insulation against the cold. And think; you voted for it.

It’s not your fault; you were not taught the simplest things about economics, nor were you educated on things like honor or country.  You were taught you disserve it because everyone gets a trophy.

My tax dollars were squandered on chair warmers, teaching you to the test.  The test was as useful as those promises from the rich and powerful, who live in ivory towers behind gated communities hiring out of work cops to guard them against you, the barbarians at the gate.

I think John sent many down the wrong path.

There is no world without war, as there is no world without greed. 

We must have a war so salespeople can sell weapons of war to different countries where those who want to live in peace, are convinced the only way to do so is to defeat the enemy.  While the weapons point in the direction of like-minded people on the other side of the DMZ, the leaders know the truth.

The enemy is thee.  The enemy is ignorance.  The enemy is putting faith into a system of pure corruption, which includes the media, who are bought and paid for by the folks who make war weapons.

There is a reason that all of the counties around DC are the richest in the country.  Politicians who we place faith in, go there with a salary of 120K a year and suddenly are multi-millionaires.

We don’t even think to question why someone would spend 19 million dollars of their own family fortune, to try to get elected to a job that pays $120K a year.  Man, are we stupid or what?

We ignore that fact; we don’t want to hear it.  Ignorance abounds as the schools that cost an arm, and a  leg to get through while promising riches beyond your wildest dreams.  They are peddlers of communism. They are Lennonites.

Imagine…

Imagine a world where they taught you the truth instead of peddling prevarications so the rich could get richer.

There is no secret, the wealthiest people in the world own the politicians, the lawmakers.  When Trump, who I know you despise, began donating every paycheck to charities, he sent a message to the corrupt.  The message is ‘You cannot buy me.’

Those in power hate this. Everyone has a price.

If you are a politician, you have a price, or you don’t get to be a politician.  They will destroy you if you try to disrupt a system that has worked since Mao Zedong murdered 45 million people. MAO’s Great Leap Forward was his Green New Deal.   Sounded good, until everyone starved to death.

John Lennon would have liked this president.  If he did not buy into the propaganda that the ‘fake news’ is peddling, and saw him for what he has done and not what they claim he is doing, he would have written a song about him.

No, Trump is not about socialism; it has never worked in all of history, as it is a flawed concept, you see …man is involved.

History and individual accountability are what the schools should be teaching.  Instead, they are preaching what kept people on the plantation for their entire lives. We will take care of you.

When a man was caught digging up a potato during MAO’s regime, they chopped his legs off, and then put a red hot brand on his back. Feeding yourself was not part of the Great Leap Forward.

Did you learn of this in college?  

Yes, imagine… The only way John’s imaginary world would come to fruition is if some stupid bastard actually pushes the button, believing that one could win a thermonuclear war.

After the blinding flash, there would be no greed, no hunger, or no religion too.  Just Imagine…

Just possibly, this Virus is a weapon from a new era.  Taking out over a million people so far, without one shot fired. Will it catch up to Stalin, Hitler, or perhaps MAO, the all time winner of mass murderers?  Will CNN ever fucking tell the truth?

Possibly someone will create a video game that involves loving each other instead of killing, robbing from, and or blowing up our’ enemy.’

Where have all the flowers gone?

The real enemy is willful ignorance, and part of that is erasing history.  Just possibly, the things that need to be burned down are not buildings where industry happens but those communes where ignorance pervades through pot smoke-filled halls. 

It is the home of haunting tunes from the sixties that still echo through the minds of addled pedagogues’ who cannot let go of flawed philosophies—cool man, totally tubular.

While expanding their minds through magic mushrooms or the harmless green herb sold to distract the youth from reality, we spiral into the abyss, waiting for another salesperson to lie to us.

When the students at Berkley were destroying their campus while throwing a temper tantrum when someone dared to espouse a differing opinion, just possibly, we should have let them.  

Imagine…

Take care my lovelies. 

I will be focusing on NANOWRIMO in a few weeks. My world will be among the stars, with the gods,  Pixies, and Fay, who still are among us. Angels and other mythical creatures will guide my Quill through the next concatenation of vowels and nouns with the indelible adjective here and there.

Much Love -TW

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Medical vs. Dental Insurance

Should Dental insurance be better than it is? Hell Yes!

Instead of writing about writerly things, today I wanted to share an opinion with you.  Yes, I want to opine.

What many fail to recognize is dental care –the condition of your teeth- is directly related to your state of health.  If you have decay, the bacteria at work which are destroying your teeth; you also end up ingesting.  While a fair bit of that decay is most probably killed in that acid pit known as your stomach, much of it does not get destroyed.  The toxins created can infect your heart.

This same bacteria creates a toxic environment in your body, adversely affecting your health.  If you imagine your body with one of those video game health bars on top of it, yours is not at 100%.  The lower that health bar, the more effect that bacteria and other bacteria and viruses can degrade your health.

The lower that bar, the more susceptible you are to common ailments like the cold, the flue, yes, the dreaded virus from a country we will not mention and … cancers of different kinds.

Brushing your teeth is but one small piece of the puzzle.  Much like what you watch on TV, read or experience in life can degrade your mental health, everything you put into your mouth or even breathe in or inhale can have devastating effects on your health.

Insurance does not adequately cover dental health.  Yes, it will pay for a cleaning, and you should go twice a year and get your teeth cleaned. 

Insurance does not cover it because nobody makes a stink about it, as few genuinely understand the cause and effect, and dentistry in and of itself causes any sane person to cringe and not want to think about it.

The sound of dental suction is akin to nails on a chalkboard.

I know you hate the dentist.  I know a few who like them.  In my case, if you knew me in person, you would know that I have friends from all walks of life.  Dentists are among them. They are just people like you and I.  Frequently I will take my dentist to lunch.  Like you and I, they have other interests or hobbies, and that is how we relate.

Predatory lending has entered into this arena.

Imagine you go to your dentist.  You have put this visit off for just about any reason you can imagine.  You finally go as you are now in pain. ARGHH.

He or she does an examination, takes an x-ray, and the decay (cause of the pain) has reached what they call the dentine part of the tooth.  That is just past the enamel and into the part of the tooth with nerve endings.

The pinch of the needle is only the beginning part of the procedure.  While some dentists are better at this than others, it is not pleasant.

At this point, the hissing of suction is accompanied by the high pitched scream of the drill.  Bits of water and other vapors leave your mouth.  As the dentist sticks something in your mouth called an ‘explorer’ the fun begins

 They feel for that resistance of mushy parts of the tooth that the decay (bacteria) has been eating.

The options are narrowing as you are now confronted with what is known as a root canal, as the decay has reached into the nerve chamber.

If your dentist does root canals, he or she will probably ‘spray’ some more nerve-blocking agent as they have to drill into the nerve chamber, dig out the nerve, killing the tooth, and of course, removing the source of pain.

The simple filling just jumped up in price over a thousand dollars, only to treat that little bit of decay.  But wait, there is more.

Now that the tooth is dead, they must put a crown on it as the dead tooth will quickly degrade and will break with pressure from you masticating (chewing) your food.

If you are lucky, they will do what is known as a core build-up while you are numb.  By this time, you have already been standing on your head for two hours.  Your jaw is sore, and any limits of patience have been breached long ago.

Numb, equipped with a temporary crown, you head up to the front desk.  From the pain in your head, you now get a kick in the pants.

Insurance pays different levels on different procedures.  With a max of $2K a year, you have already maxed it out on one tooth.  But wait…

Your part is $600 for your visit today.  Mine was $1,468 yesterday of what was supposed to be a replacement of fillings that leaked.  That is another story.

Where do you come up with $600?  Like most, you pull out that plastic card.

Here is where predatory lending comes in to play.

If your dentist is honest, they will tell you what your options are, one of them is to pull the tooth.

Removing the tooth is the worst decision you can make if they can save it, but many people cannot scrape together $500 if they had to. This is the sad fact of the world we live in. 

While the elites are poking their fingers in the air, you know the ones who live in gated communities. Those are the same with $24K subzero freezers; eating 16 dollars a pint ice cream, have no conception of how ‘normal’ people must live.  These are the people who fly private jets from San Fransisco to DC on your tax dollars.  These are the same people who claim they care about you by telling you how you should think and vote. 

These are the same folks who hire private security firms to guard their ivory towers but feel that not only should you not have a way to protect yourself, but you don’t need cops either.  Pffft!

They are the real predators, who allow credit card people like the above mentioned to screw you and I. Why?  Those predators buy them.  How else do you think a public servant goes to DC an average person and ends up a multi-millionaire? 

We, the smelly Wallmart shoppers, are forced to buy inferior things made in China, or some country that we could not find on a map, are not the kinds of folks who wouldn’t dream of buying $16 a pint designer ice cream.

Now you are forced to make a decision.  Pull the tooth, or fix it. 

There is an option that you see advertised all over the dental offices.

Care Credit.  Zero percent for 6 months!

This last tooth that turned into a root canal cost over $6K when all was said and done.   I won’t even go into the pain aspect of this procedure.  There were multiple visits, and because of Corona, it took months to get in, get scheduled, and finally get it finished.

This particular tooth turned into a root canal as the previous crown ‘leaked.’  That means that everything that went into my mouth, some minuscule part made it under the crown, allowing decay to form.

 Insurance pays damned little of a crown as they figure it is for vanity and not health reasons.

Your teeth are there so you can adequately get your nutrition into small enough bits so your stomach can do its part. 

Teeth are not just for a pretty smile; they have a purpose.

Back to predatory credit cards.  Zero-interest for six months and 26.9% for every nickel not paid back in six months.

While charging the dentist 3% of the sale, they wait patiently for you, the borrower, to default on your part.

This is the type of credit most people who do not have decent credit scores get, and that is how they get away with the high percentage rate.  The other option is 14% from the get-go, which is still damned high.

The dentist most probably bake the 3% into what they charge you, so you are paying the extra charges too.

Money at this stage of the game is cheap.  If you look at your savings account, you will see you are getting less than 1%.  In my case, I am earning .05% on savings accounts.

If you are forced to using savings vs. charging, use your savings.  If you can pay it back in Six months, use that option and make sure you pay it off.

So darlings, here are you marching orders ….

First, take care of your teeth.  Visit your dentist every six months, and get them cleaned.  I don’t care how much you hate them.  Put on your big girl panties, or big boy underwear, and go do it.  Feel the fear and do it anyway.

Here is a trick that they don’t tell you.  I recently discovered this. Get a mouth wash that has peroxide in it.  Why?

There are two types of bacteria, one that messes up your gums and the other that eats your teeth.  I don’t care how good you brush; you will not remove all the bacteria.  Peroxide based mouth wash will foam and have you looking like a rabid animal.  That is fine, do it.  Please keep it in your mouth for at least a minute and then brush as usual.

Don’t swallow it.

Secondly, keep floss handy. After you eat something, floss.

As the last bit of dental hygiene, do this…  Keep gum on your person, not just any gum but gum with xylitol, sorbitol…(sugar-free)..  If you like soft drinks, monster drinks, and so on, guess what, the bacteria that destroys your teeth love that stuff too.

Drink water instead or at the very least after you enjoy that carbonated battery acid then, chew some gum.  (I’m not too fond of gum.)  I have lots of it around and carry it with me.  Know what I hate more than gum, yep, dental pain. 

Lastly, use a straw.  When you drink Coke or other acidic drinks, you bathe your teeth in that stuff.  A straw will put most of it past your front teeth and allow you that same satisfying belch after the fact.

Wait TW, think of the turtles! 

Hey, don’t throw your shit in the ocean. 

Have you seen the tons of plastic refuse floating in the ocean? Who does that? What subhuman ass hat does that? I am more worried about those types of things than I am climate change.

If you chew gum, don’t be that asshole that spits it on the ground.  Keep a tissue handy and deposit it in the trash.

What else can you do?

Firstly you can re-press this post so others might see it. Do someone else a solid, and help them out.

Secondly, you could contact your congressperson and tell them that insurance should cover dental issues for more than it currently does.  No, that does not include a pretty ‘grill.’  If you have money for that, don’t talk to me about not having money for cavities.

If you are confronted with using the Care Credit card, realize that if you cannot pay it back in six months, choose the other option and know that 14% is still expensive money.

Dentists can typically tell from the x-ray what the treatment plan will involve.  Crowns are not a lifetime fix.  They guarantee them for five years, and…here is the kicker, that warranty is usually tied to your continued visits, including dental cleaning.

Know that an implant is about $6K each.  Implants probably last a lifetime, but I am not sure about that.

The best course of action is to take care of what you were born with.

I hope that you find some part of this epistle helpful.

Much Love -TW

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Away…a Critique of the Show.

Is there life on MARS?

Away

Netflix released a new show that is billed as a Sci-Fi.

Spoiler Alert…I talk about events that happen in this show and offer advice for a season 2.  Binge watch it like I did before you read this unless you are not going to, then enjoy it.

I usually don’t watch TV, much less binge watch a program.  As a writer, I have a few things to say about this program.

I want to start with a shout out to Talitha Bateman.  Your acting is what made me continue to watch the show.  When I write an emotional scene, often, I will include the ‘strings of snot,’ as we have all been there. Those are as important as tears.  They make it real.  Not only were you visually believable, but for 19 years old, I look forward to seeing what else you show up in.  Don’t lose your soul while you live in the lights.

Some of your acting was a little over the top.  In the scenes in the hospital, when it is mentioned that you are too comfortable, that scene was unbelievable and jarred me out of the story.

Whoever told you to eat with your mouth open is wrong.  It is a total distraction, stop it. If you do that in your real life, go to charm school.  As an actress, you can ill afford bad habits.

Hillary Swank…I was lukewarm about her performance.  There were times she sold me, and times she fell flat.  I think NASA training would have had her emotions totally in check.  The model of Patrick Stewart on Next Generation.  If you need a female model, pick Janeway from Voyager.  Shit happens. As a leader, you have to deal with it.  Emotions are not part of the package in that role.

If you were to indeed fall apart on the moon before leaving on a three-year mission, any competent ‘GROUND’ would have scrubbed the mission.  In my opinion, this show made women look weak, and I know plenty who could be a Katherine Janeway.

Josh Charles… I had totally empathy for him as a character.  He needs to make better progress with his health in Season II. 

His daughter and his wife are the focal points at this juncture. His brokenness is established and turning in to a distraction.

Felicia Patti was adorable, and her part was believable.  I would love to see her more active in Season 2 if there is indeed a season 2.  I would look for other roles quickly, so you are not typecast in that role when your name is mentioned. 

Monique Gabriela Again loved her acting.  While supporting cast, she sold me.   

I have nothing negative to say regarding the other actors.  The ones I mentioned carried the show.

There might be too many characters or POV’s to deal with, which are a distraction. I felt like we were doing a lot of head-hopping.

There were way too many flashbacks ‘information dumps’ slowing the pacing of this show to a crawl.  NASA would never miss something like RAM’s health issues, which made the attempted airlock and subsequent corona viruses PPE hot zone Epstein Barr BS hit too close to home, not allowing us to have that fantasy we all try to have when watching a show or reading a book.

Mark Ivanir was fun, but, again…the daughter drama was just over the top and took away from the story.  From ‘she is not qualified to, I am blind is a stretch.’  The puppet show was amusing, and the character of Misha was likable. I would rather see more of his culture than all of this lost my wife and now I am too broken to be anything but a lowly cosmonaut See, that doesn’t work even in writing.

I have severe issues with him cheating on the eye exam.  The concept of space blindness coming on that quickly seems very contrived. I would think their strict training would have him fess up that he was having issues.  The thousands of bolts and parts made this scene too long and unbelievable.

Drilling a hole through the side of the ship was unbelievable.  Knowing that was a possibility they could have had something to put over the hole with them and ready just in case. If NASA engineers told them where to drill, how could they not hit the water?  Sorry, that is poor writing and lack of technical expertise on the writer’s part.  As soon as the drill punctured the metal, they would have heard the hiss. 

The message of Climate Change was there, but not to the point where it took away from the show itself.  The concept of all of the countries working together was good until you had the Chinese pulling strings for propaganda. 

Who would agree to that?  Why would they agree to that?  It makes zero sense.

If the purpose of a mission to Mars is to bring the world together in a Cumbia moment, just possibly, we should have developed a relationship with the entire crew that they had when they landed before they took off.  Yes, that removes some conflict, but…the conflict on the ship takes away from the believability of the show.

Instead of drilling a hole, have a micrometeorite punch a hole.

Have them fly through a dense area of them damaging things like the solar panels, limiting the power they can use.

The tension on earth, behind the scenes is one thing. Tension and BS with the crew, not so sure NASA would send up a team that might stab each other in the back if given the opportunity.

Everything that went wrong was predictable, and as a writer, I was looking for it.  The only twist, the only thing that I did not expect was the Midnight Mass.  That was refreshing and made me like Isaac.  Whoever came up with that idea.  Good Job!

As a writer, I know what I would do to make a season 2 but, it would change the film from a soap opera into science fiction.

We are Not Alone

When they get to the Pegasus, show evidence that someone or something got to it before them and took most of what they need to survive, leaving, of course, the parts necessary to convert urine into water.  Give them just enough to survive while they wait for the second supply ship.

During this time, they must figure out who or what else is living on MARS.

They must wait for the secondary supply ship because if they leave right now, they will die on the return trip.

This lack of supplies forces them to deal with the natives, and they don’t have guns.  They will have to invent a weapon to protect the ship from the Martian marauders who are looking for more food.

Flesh out the relationship between Emma and Ram while working the same magic on earth between Josh and Monique.

I love the idea of him as broken and her with a special needs daughter that needs a sister, friend, and father figure.  Emma and the crew thought they were going to die and had a fling, making it impossible for them to get back together when they return to earth.  Yes, it is a trope but, you already have us going down this road.  We already want them to hook up.  Emma needs to change the way she feels about Josh. 

His daughter and her boyfriend can further the conflict by having her get on the bike and race for a prize.  This forces her dad to deal with her as an adult and not a child.  Monique assist him with this process and he is amenable because of some strange messages from Emma regarding Ram.  She talks about him in just about every email.

Possibly some bacteria gets into their food or water, which messes with their brains…a little.  I was thinking the water in the skin of the ship came from the moon…How about a moon virus, or bacteria, from that water which they drank?

Think about it, life on the moon too…

Remember, this is science fiction. All of these complicated subplots need to be sprinkled and not flooded on the screen. Focus on the Martians and protecting the ship while you sprinkle.  Maybe they have to track the Martians down to retrieve something they need to make the ship work.  Force them in the lion’s den.

Bring in more science and some tense moments with the Martians, whatever they are.  I would make them underground creatures that only come out at night…  They might look like giant spiders … Spiders that think and act as a collective. Maybe and have a taste for human blood.  There was plasma on the supply ship, and now they are vampires…LOL

Seriously, they could be creatures that act as a collective like honeybees or ants.

Ok, that is my two cents worth.

If you have watched it I would love your take.

Much Love -TW

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What day is it?

Is this just another day with a Y at the end?

Do you find yourself asking this?

As we come up to another holiday weekend one wonders what is going to be different?

Maybe we don’t spend so much time in front of the computer?

Can we close the lid on the laptop and then what? Read another book or perhaps find some other mindless show on a streaming service?

While some find an oasis in their back yard many don.t have such a place. I cant help but wonder what the long term social effects, of this lost year will manifest as.

Employers are learning that employees can telecommute.

If employees are under house arrest ‘so to speak’ they tend to put in longer hours just because.

Now that the world is paranoid about a virus so small it takes an electron microscope to see it, how do we use that to ‘our’ advantage?

You had best know that people in power are looking into this. Every new technology is first looked at in the way of, how can I weaponize it. the same is true of events such as this pandemic.

I firmly believe that the media is using fear of the unknown to socially modify the fabric of society around the globe, but to what end?

The other day I was writing a letter to a freind and I used the term ‘China Virus.’

My grammar checker berated me for using such a hateful caustic bigoted term.

WTF?

The thing came from China. There is no argument about it. Those are the facts.

Who programmed or modified the code to look for such terminology?

I have many friends from China, I don’t hate the Chinese people.

I want to know who in their right mind thinks it wise to make a bad virus worse?

Did you know they have genetically modified mosquitoes? It is true, they have modified the mosquito to render the female sterile.

On the surface this sounds like a good idea but, what else have they done we don’t know about?

In Japan they are working with the embryo of Sheep human hybrids.

That sounds like a BAAAAAAD idea.

You know that somewhere in some back room there is a hybrid talking sheep.

What might this day with a Y at the end bring in the future?

Was this virus designed to kill off the old and sickly?

Was the HIV virus created to remove gay people from the earth in some post Hitler Genocide attempt?

Was Ebola constructed to do away with over population of people who are starving?

What else in cooking in petri dishes around the world in nondescript buildings ?

No, I don’t trust any government. Power corrupts. I am also a science fiction writer among other things, so my cynicism allows me to construct wild fantasies that today are just not that wild.

Stay Safe, Stay healthy and Enjoy the weekend!

Much Love -TW

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We’ll Meet Again, Don’t Know Where Don’t Know When…

Where do your characters com from?

One of my favorite pass times is traveling out to small towns throughout the world, hunting Antique Malls or small antique stores.  Before I tell you why, let’s discuss what those are.

One town not too far from me is Gladewater, Texas.  Gladewater, which is also close to Canton, is known for its abundance of antique malls.  If you travel to the old downtown part of Gladewater, you will see that the place was transformed for tourists.  Yes, there are locals but, the town’s economy depends upon people like me poking through stuff that might ‘charm’ me.

I mention Canton as it is famous for the First Monday sale.  Much of the town turns up to market’ stuff.’

The buildings have been re-purposed after the ‘death of the town.‘ Big box stores wiped out the mom and pop shops.  If you go into these ‘malls’, you will see that the edifice has been divided up into areas dedicated to rental property.

The owners of the building or perhaps the lessee has divided the total square footage of the building and subleased it out to individuals or perhaps small businesses for retail purposes.  As part of the leasing agreement, the store staffs the building, and they act as the person’s agent and collect funds for goods and or services.

No viable place of the building is off-limits.  Even the bathrooms are rented out to vendors.  One building I was in, the attic had been stuffed chock o block full of stuff.

In a typical non-COVID environment, this works out well for the tenants. It will be interesting in a macabre sort of way to see who survives.   Many of the tenants of those buildings are paying a lot of money to store their junk, in the hopes that someone will buy it.  In reality, what they are doing is converting their loved one’s treasures into liquid assets, for the person who leased or owns the building.

I have lost count of the day’s since ‘normal’ left town.  This much I do know for sure, the automobile insurance companies are making a killing.  I am getting months to the gallon, or the liter if that is your standard of measurement.

That ends the pragmatic part of this blog.  Now, let’s get on to why I search for antiques.

As a writer, I am always on the hunt for stories or fodder.  Sorting through the buttons, jewels, and other things, they become much like a time capsule. 

The styles that were in decades ago are now not only gaudy, but some are societally incorrect.

Societal norms notwithstanding, what charmed us back then and now?

Chinchilla

Mink coats, hats and so on. 

Things made from ivory.

Lamps with dangly things on them.  Glass cabinets loaded with pins, tchotchkes, and other sparkling things.  As you go from cabinet to cabinet, it is all different, but all the same.  Much like rocks in the river, they are entirely different, but all the same.

In the end, that is about the value they possess.  We value gold for its monetary equivalence, but we wear it, why?  Could it be we wear it to show the world we can spend perfectly good cash on a status symbol?

There is a chain of islands by Bermuda that are owned by people like Johnny Depp, who is a whopping 57 years old.  Why?  Why would you want your own island unless you were ‘Epstein like’ and did not want the cops showing up at any given moment unannounced?  What laws are there on your private island?  Is it lord of the flies or possibly a land looking for a volleyball to anthropomorphize as a companion?  What about owning an island charms someone? Do you suppose they value their privacy so much they have to buy an island?

I wrote a novel called Schadenfreude that takes place on such an island right after Epstein did not hang himself.  I digress.

As we age, our friends either leave us, or we leave them.  The things that charmed us are not loaded into a U-Haul trailer, (self-moving rental) and pulled behind the hearse.  Before the last bar of Amazing Grace or perhaps the bugler playing Taps, our friends or family are already wondering what to do with our’ stuff.’

Recently I acquired boxes of ‘stuff’ that charmed my best friend.  On an old phone was only one song.  Charging the phone, I was amazed to hear it.

I am the last of such a group of friends who spent countless hours together when not with family.  The laughter still echoes in my mind as I think back on all of those silly conversations. The long nights where too much wine was poured, where we talked until sunrise.  Those times we compared notes about our families, poking holes in the air with our fingers saying, ‘By God, that is what I need to change.’

Of course, we never did. The next year those same conversations reoccurred until one by one, there were fewer of us to have them.

There were nights where we listened to music, extolling the virtues of real composers: Glenn Miller, Arty Shaw, and singers like Vera Lynn.  No, I am not that old, but I was born way too late.  I am convinced I have an old soul.

‘Please say hello to the friends we both know…’  That song echoes through my heart and tugs at it each time I hear it.

Now it is you, my dearest of friends who must say hello to the friends we both know, as I am the last one here.

While the stuff that charms you might entertain you for a few moments, it is friends and family who provide the reasons to live.  If you need convincing, go check out those antique malls.  Walk the aisles one by one and try to imagine the person who owned it.

As their stuff sits in an old building collecting dust, and revenue for the building owner, try to imagine it as it once was.  An old hat with a feather in it.  A purse with more spangles than cloth.  Yes, that mink stole or perhaps that dress that belonged to a ‘flapper.’ Can you hear the music of the roaring ’20s?

Both the Victrola and the typewriter were made in 1920.  Yes, they both work very nicely. See what we can do if we try.

I am still on the hunt for some Vera Lynn Records.  I peruse antique malls and garage sales searching for 78’s. 

Someday, someone will have to wonder what to do with my’ stuff,’ as I say ‘hello.’

Carpe Diem

Much Love -TW