Another year…PFFFT

When the eyes of a painting follow you, there is a soul locked in place, just behind the pigments. -TW

Many of us are happy that 2021 is behind us. Some are thinking that the pandemic is about to end and life will magically return to normal.

Thanks to men playing God with Genomics RNA, the world has lost over 8 million people and two years’ time, not to mention those whose lives have been altered in ways that their quality of life will never be the same.

Megalomania is nothing new. Throughout history, starting with the early church to Vlad the Impaler, there are those who are that depraved; they feel as if they are God. The media is rife with barking bitches, spewing out lies that they themselves probably believe.

When you tell a lie often enough, eventually, people believe it.   

Too much power in any one person’s or government’s hands is a recipe for disaster of biblical proportions.

Those millions crossing our southern border are fleeing from such places, run by those who only care about their personal wealth and comfort. As long as there are a few slaves left to tend the livestock, fields, and so forth, it is all good.

I dare say their education level is such they will undoubtedly vote the same way they did when their country was destroyed, thus dumbing down the votes of those who are educated.

On a micro-scale, we see a great migration from the Blue States who have run amuck. The middle class is shrinking as they support both the elite class and those who depend on the government for their supper. Those free meals and living expenses are not free; they are provided by the middle class, the same people who you thumb your noses at.

We willingly submit to a taxing authority that is responsible for taking from the wealthy and giving to the uber-rich. The uber-rich, in turn, decide how to spend some of your tax dollars to secure votes in the future so they can stay in power.

That is why the voting rights system is under assault by those same people. When they can figure out how to cheat by enough of a margin, they no longer need to buy votes; it will be more money in their own dynasties.

It amazes me to see them stand at a podium and say with a straight face that which is patently false.

Any ‘universal fee’ is yet another tax on people who can afford a service that seems to be a god-given right to those who don’t want to work or play by the rules. We call that socialism.

If healthcare is a right, then so is the repair of my roof or car. If I don’t want to spend my beer drinking money on shoes for the kids, then vendors should just give my kids shoes, as it is a right.. Pffft!

Socialism works in only two places, Heaven where they don’t need it, and Hell, where they already have it. -R Reagan  

You end up with this mindset by eliminating the lessons learned through history, by removing history from school. If you destroy statues erected as a reminder and burn books that describe in detail the agony people went through, you doom a new generation to repeating the same failures once again.

Did you know it was criminal to teach a slave to read? Why? Why in the world would that be a criminal offense? ‘An ignorant slave is easier to control.’ Today our education system sucks major big time. With this lockdown, it is even worse. An ignorant society is much easier to control and more likely to believe the lies.

I cannot imagine how corrupt a one-world government would be. When you see the corruption in local state governments, and of course those in DC, what would it be like to control the resources of the world?

Can you imagine a Pelosi or Schumer in charge of the world?

Power corrupts; that is a standard you can take to the bank. We worry about companies with too much control of an industry; what about a few people who controlled the entire global economy, not to mention the lives and fortunes of those that make things happen?

Capitalism works because people are not hindered from thinking creatively and trying something new. If you are trained to put widget A on Block B all day, what is the likely hood we will excel as a people on any given front?

BTW, do you think staying stoned makes you more or less likely to be controlled? Critical thinking is doomed with this logic.

The CCP has hopes of being the leader of the world. They are doing their best to strategize on where to put military bases and own certain governments by loaning them massive amounts of money they can never payback.

Communism will need to evolve in order to succeed. Unless shooting those that disagree with you is to be the standard, they would need to be open to ‘creative thinking.’

I don’t see that ever happening, as that would necessitate freedom of speech. That means, dear leaders, one could openly disagree with you and not fear a missile taking out you and your family. It also means we don’t find ourselves making shoes for some tennis shoe company at starvation wages. That would be the widget A on block B analogy for those of you who are not keeping up.

When free speech is under attack, look at who is attacking it. Those are the people who control you. Possibly it is a proxy group like the barking dogs in the media but, look who controls them.

2022 Needs to be better than 2021. Transparency with the truth would be a nice start.

If you think for a second that propaganda is not real, just search who owns the stations you listen to or the paper you read. Search the internet to learn where your source of news is coming from. You would be shocked at how many are owned by China.

When invading a country, you first destroy the methods of disseminating news. Burn the local paper and blow up the transmitting towers, and so on. That was WWII methodology. Today, you just buy them.

Ok, if you have read this far, Wow, you are a trooper!

Keep in mind that I am giving away Forensic Assassin on Kindle Unlimited until the end of February. Go check it out, and if you like it, please leave a review. Thanks

Much Love -TW

2022…And now what?

Ever wonder where some of my material comes from?

Have you ever asked yourself, “why?”

If you are like me, this time of year is depressing. I have put a lot of thought into this conundrum, and I think I know why.

Before I ruminate on this subject or dazzle you with my sheer genius, hit that follow button. Blogs are marketing tools, and I am a writer.

On to the reason for the blues.

Even with a normal Christmas, our lives have been upended for damned near two years. Truly, I get the idea this is all about big pharma getting rich at our expense. Yes, I know too many who have died from this horrible disease. I had it twice. Once when we were being told, it was nothing to worry about. There is nothing to see here; it is not transmissible from human to human, and so on. Yeah, I had it in early 2020.

I have the antibodies, and I am triply jabbed. Oh wait, this vaccine does not protect you from this new variant but get boosted anyway.

I heard them talking about the normal flu shot. It seems they missed it this year but, they still want you to get the flu shot, even though it will not work. “Why?”

When I was young, the only way to get something I really wanted was to wait for a birthday or Christmas. I suspect that is standard for many people. Our behavior becomes the standard for our reward. Do your chores, don’t hit your sister, take out the trash, and so on. We had Santa Jesus, and this generation has that elf on the shelf.

All of us were swallowing these lies completely.

Christmas and my birthday were ruined when I learned how to earn money. While I was never materialistic per, say I became affluent in little time, once I entered the work world. I had skills that were in demand.

When the phrase, I’ll be home for Christmas became germane is when I was spending my life in hotels, airports, and data centers. You haven’t lived until you have sat on the floor at a frozen airport for thirteen hours on Christmas Eve.

There is a price for affluence. The more it grows, the more complex and cumbersome your life becomes. I laugh every time I hear someone use the term white privilege. They have no fucking clue what they are talking about. It is a way to take a jab at a white person by calling them a racist using another term.

The holidays take on a whole new meaning as an adult. You go from “I want, to what can I get for…”

I get asked all the time what I want for Christmas or a birthday. I tell them, hug me like you mean it, and then spend some time with me.

I want to know what is going on in their lives. I truly want to keep that connection alive.

One of my friends gave me a coffee cup that had the first lines from some of the greatest books ever written.

That gift was special. She knows I am addicted to coffee, and, as a writer, I appreciate those types of things.

Speaking of cups, if any of my family or friends are reading this, I would really like a cup that holds at least 16 oz.

Yes, I could fill the cabinet with them but, each cup someone gets for me, I remember who gave it to me, and I think of them while I am sipping on my coffee.

I have some younger friends who have told me that they can hardly wait for Friday or the weekend.

I chuckle as I have been there. Usually, it was after a month of hotels in towns nobody ever visits, chasing a trail from someone who hacked into a mainframe and did a sloppy job of it.

Time is the great equalizer.

There are some horrible people in this world who have made their fortunes fucking everyone around them. Excuse the F-bombs but, they are prudent when talking about people like this.

They, like the rest of us, will die. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but there is no escape from it.

Imagine Jack Palance is sitting in front of you as I type this. He holds up one finger and tells you to just remember this one thing.

You ask him, “great, what is the one thing?”

He tells you that’s what you must figure out. Once you do and hold true to that one thing, nothing else means shit.

The lines and name Jack are from an older movie called City Slickers.

You say TW, what is that one thing?

Can you guess? I have alluded to it throughout this blog post. What is it I asked of people for a gift?

Time

Time is a precious commodity. It is, as Lincoln said, your stock in trade.

When your child or your parent spends time with you, it is precious. When you give of your time, it is also dear and should be appreciated.

I have spent time in ‘retirement homes’ with those who will soon breathe their last breath. Thanks to covid, I can no longer smell urine. There is a bright side to this scourge on humanity. These folks have many tales to tell, and I will make time for them. One of them loved a series of books I wrote. I went back to speak with him about the next one, and he was no more. He died that morning.

Will you be home for Christmas?

Will you be using zoom or some other technology to go over the river and through the woods?

Will you get what you always wanted, or have you matured enough to realize that things are not important? You can buy things. Can you buy love, happiness, hope for the future? Can you purchase the warmth of a hug that comes from the heart?

I am not telling you not to buy something for someone but, make sure what you buy comes from that intimate knowledge that you have of them, much like that coffee cup with the first lines on it. Did she get lucky or, did she give it thought?

What will you do?

Not to belabor the point, but these words to you are a gift from me to you. It takes time to write, edit and post such things, and I do this because I think you are worth it. I value each of you, especially those of you who write blogs and are not just trying to sell stuff.

I wish you a Merry Christmas and or Happy Holidays.

Much Love -TW

New Release… Forensic Assassin

If you write viruses, look over your shoulder. Piss off the wrong person and as the mafia might say, it’s curtains.

New Release

Free for the next three months on Kindle Unlimited

You folks who read my blog get to be the first to pick up my latest novel. If you are a member of Kindle Unlimited you can get it for free.

I am looking for feedback from my readers and a review if you liked it.

Imagine you walk by a painting and the eyes seem to follow you.  Julie, my main character has many secrets to share in this thriller.

Without giving away any of the story, I have written this novel through the eyes of what we call an ‘unreliable narrator.’

I always wanted to give it a go after reading a few novels written in such a way.

Unlike my usual third-person POV, this is first person.

Having said that I am anxious for feedback, a quick comment or two, and truly if you liked please pop in and give it a review.

Why do I say if you liked it?

If you look at the reviews of novels you will find while the majority love it some AH will get on there and say it was the worst thing ever written, or in my case regarding Saga of the Starduster said there was not enough sex.

The feedback I can deal with. If I missed anything it is easy enough to correct.

Here is the link…

Thanks for following and again thanks for reading what I craft.

I have many stories to go back and work on, that will be my next foray into the dark arts of ‘writing.’

Much Love -TW

Forensic Assassin link on Amazon

My thought of the day.

What sane person would think Nukes are a good idea?

How do you know what articles to dismiss as propaganda?

As writers, we know to ‘hook’ a reader by some means in the first thirteen sentences. If not, they set the book down and move on.

Journalists attempt to hook you in the title.

Both of us typically will use some emotional hook to either warm our hearts or make our heads explode.

A perfect example of articles not to read include words like falsely or buffoonery.  

Here is why you can ignore them. By the very title, you already know the writer is not objective.

Where the news is concerned, it must be objective.

If the writer injects their opinion, it is no longer news but propaganda.

I am amazed that there are no ethics in journalism today. We know that politicians lie. We know they tell us what they think we want to hear.

The line is blurred when the media becomes the spokespeople for either branch of government. Who becomes president becomes a rating game between the different media giants.

If they can keep us mad enough, we will act. It might be simply getting us to the polls or something much darker.

The murder rate we see today is undoubtedly affected by the talking heads.

If you walk into a theatre and scream ‘fire,’ you are breaking the law. The law is there because the screaming of fire will most certainly cause a stampede, much like the tragedy in Houston a few weeks ago.

The media has been screaming racism for the last several years. Those who shout that word the loudest are probably the biggest racist of them all. As a journalist, that should be illegal.

Their claims are unfounded.

If this country was as horrible as they make it out to be, why is the rest of the world trying to get here?

The media promotes the narrative. Those who only watch or read certain stations or papers parrot what those propagandists promote.

With social media in the mix, the parroting of propaganda is amplified. Since the social media giants are also part of the publishing process and have a distinct bias, the world is screwed.

No, the masses are not smart enough to look for the facts. A talking head stood in front of a town on fire and told you it was a peaceful protest. Don’t believe your lying eyes.

Many, too many to mention, agreed that the billions of dollars of damage caused and the deaths of innocent people resulted from a peaceful protest.

Finally, this is a big one, since when did vigilantism become fashionable?

Crowds used megaphones outside a courthouse threatening a jury. If you don’t convict, we will find you.

This, again, is the fault of the media. They are not reporting the facts; instead, they keep the masses divided on as many fronts as possible.

Ask yourself this, and be honest.

If George Floyd were white, and the cop was black, would that story have even been reported, much less gone viral around the globe?

Would people still burn down cities and kill innocent people because they were enraged by the unfair treatment of fellow humans?

You know the answer. That, my friends, is the problem. We have been brainwashed by the media.

My skin color or my gender does not define who I am.

My behavior defines me. My character as a fellow human is all that counts. That is the truth of it for everyone else.

I have turned the lying bastards off. I know human nature, and no, Epstein did not hang himself.

Yes, the FBI was involved in setting the stage for January 6th.

Yes, Chris Cuomo violated ethical standards. I am confident it was not the first time.

Those who fake hate crimes should suffer the fate of someone who perpetrated a hate crime. That includes the lying ass media who constantly scream racism when it is not there.

If you really want to understand why, you need to realize that the ‘media’ is controlled by interests outside of our country. They are mega multimedia giants, and they own everything from radio to TV to magazines and newspapers. We are being played by our adversaries. The purpose is to distract us while the geopolitical stage is much darker.

There can only be one reason why a man spends millions to keep criminals on the streets, time and time again. With murders in your neighborhood, your “kitchen table talk” will not have time to include power struggles between the superpowers. If you cannot afford groceries and are forced to choose between heating your home or buying gas for the car, which will you choose?

What will you do when you are told who is to blame for it, and it involves race? Yep, you might believe it, and you might do something foolish.

It is a lie and a control mechanism. Biden will Fiddle while the USA burns, and those who control him will continue to push the buttons that distract the masses. Now they are talking war with Russia. Who the fuck thinks nukes are a good idea?  

Nobody sane would dream of it but, sanity is a questionable commodity with the God complexes around.

Ok, so I am done with my thought of the day. Maybe next time, I will take on the deaths of over 5 million at the hands of some foolish people.

My latest novel Forensic Assassin will be released soon on Amazon and KDP. I will leave it on Unlimited for three months before taking it to other outlets. Amazon has a no-compete clause when you use KDP.. Follow me here for more info. @authortwscott

Stay safe and stay tuned.

-Best TW

Nano Kaput!

If this picture was a writing prompt, what would you write?

Greetings, fellow writers, authors, and readers of this blog. If you took part in National Novel Writers Month, how did you do?

I managed 54K, which is not bragging; it is just the facts. Those that know me ask me how I tend to write so much in so little time.

I think the first thing I would offer as advice is this. ‘Don’t sweat the small stuff.’

The more you write and edit, the greater your propensity to catch weasel words and punctuation issues as you tell the story.

That is great if you can quickly correct them but, don’t sweat them now.

I am divorcing the word pantser and adopting the word or term discovery writer.

Writing for me is a hobby. A hobby is something that you had best enjoy. I know way too many who have spent years on one novel and then are so sure it will make it to the bestseller list they invest heavily. When I say heavily, I mean they hire expensive editors, beta readers, book cover designers, and the list goes on.

In truth, if you are going to survive financially in this writing world, you had best have a side hustle. What is that, you might ask?

Maybe you are an artist. You learn all you can about book cover design, and you try to design covers for authors that will make it.

Possibly you are a grammar Nazi, and you understand the comma… well; you might be an editor when not creating your own story.

Writers are suckers for spending money on their babies. There is one born every minute, and trust me, if you have something to offer that we believe will make the difference of published or not, we will buy it.

My second bit of advice to you is this, try to stay objective. You can spend thousands on your baby. You end with a copy on your shelf, and you get to brag to your friends.

As a discovery writer, enjoying the storytelling is the fun part.  In all likely hood, your draft will be shallow at best. By shallow, I mean lack of the attributes or layers that bring the reader into your world.

Who is your character?

What do they want?

Are they broken in some way?

Who is the antagonist, a jealous boyfriend perhaps?

We could go on forever with the details, from Save the Cat to Scene and Structure.

Vomit the story on your medium of choice before you dig into the details.

The more you write, the more you will learn. I have over thirty novels published that I will be re-working down the road. What I have learned by ‘forensic examination’ is that many of these things I do naturally.

The more you read, the more you write, the less you will worry about the muddy middle.

Very soon, I will be releasing Forensic Assassin, which I created in November. Currently, I am working on a cover design while I read and reread each chapter.

I get comments and e-mails asking me why I published before I had them polished…?

I had no tribe, no associates that were into writing so, I chose the only way I knew how. Bait the hook, cast the line, and see what happens.

On occasion, I will enter a contest just to see what fish I catch.

As far as Nano goes, I support the cause, and by support, I mean talk about it, financially support them, and of course, participate. What better use of money could there be than encouraging kids and young adults to write and become more literate?

Agents will be inundated with stuff for their slush piles from everyone that created the next Tale of Two Cities. That is the downside of Nano. It-dumps, and by dumps, I mean dumps, tons of slush for them to have their intern sort through.

With December just beginning, I wish you the best of the Holiday season. I hope that you keep your passion for writing alive.

Much Love -TW

Writers are Weird

When magic came into her life Sally had no clue it would take her to Scotland

At a recent conference for writers, I overheard a young lady telling her father, ‘Writers are weird.’

I wanted to give that idea some thought, well, the thought it deserved. ‘Are we strange?’

Thinking back to one of my novels, The Girl Nextdoor, I remember an extraordinary occurrence.

My main character decided to be gay.

In my novel, I am the creator, the god of all things, and who is this bitch to derail my whole train of thought on this novel?

Some call me a pantser. I think ‘discovery writer’ is probably easier to understand but, I suppose I, too, am strange. The characters tell the story. Some nights at 3 AM, they will awaken me with dialogue. You see, the difference between a hobbyist and a true writer or author is the former will turn over and ignore the characters. Famous last words ‘I will remember that in the morning.’

I, the author, will crawl out of bed and switch on the computer.

The loss of those golden ideas is a travesty if your characters are like mine. Does that make us weird?

I know many authors who are died in the wool plotters.

Imagine that you are taking a car trip from New York to San Diego. You have your destination plugged into the GPS, your gas tank is full, and your stops for fuel, food, and sleep are all planned out. That is a plotter. You most probably have a list that contains your activities for any given day of the week.

Now take that same scenario but, you don’t own a Garmin. You have a general idea of what the major highways are and, you know that you need to head west.

Which of the two do you think will get to San Diego first, assuming you both left at the same relative time?

Which do you think will stay on budget?

Which one will have more stories to tell?

One of you made it in three days and the other in three weeks; who do you think will have had more fun?

I am the latter when it comes to car trips and writing.

I know that my main character has a goal. She has a shitty life; her father is nowhere to be found, and she must raise herself. She believes the reason he is gone all the time is she is a disappointment to him. (the lie) She is an awkward child as she grew up without a mother. Spending her free time mimicking the stars on MTV (yes, dating myself), her brush becomes her mic and her stuffed animals her audience.

Magic comes into this story as she discovers the pixies who are guiding her, unbeknown to her.

Without plotting any of this, I knew that I wanted her singing to her stuffed animals to be part of the payoff. How do I get there?

What series of events must transpire to follow the story structure and make this story enjoyable with memorable characters?

What if we add another broken person who lives not too far from her?  What if her heritage is from Scotland, and what if she not only knows of the pixies but is aware of the white witches and so on?

The story unfolds early on when the two meet while she is under a spell.

This novel is one of my early works, and I will most probably be re-writing it soon. I can do so much better now than then.

Grammarly reports that I have written over 27 million words.  During that time, I cannot tell you the number of classes, seminars, and so forth that I have attended. Yes, many were virtual thanks to the pandemic but, that is good in a way; I didn’t lose the travel time.

While the story is still wonderful as it is, I want to take another stab at it.  See, we are weird.

My current NANO project is almost finished.  Forensic Assassin will be released soon. I am actually toying with the idea of publishing it on KDP for three months to get some feedback.  You folks make sure and follow me here or on Twitter, so you are notified when it is released. @authortwscott

The young lady who told her father that writers are weird was not far off the mark. The truth that she will discover one day is that we are all a little weird.

As far as the car trips, always allow extra days to explore the world around you. With smartphones, we are dependent on step-by-step directions and we probably cannot read a map to save our lives.

Stop at the out-of-the-way shops, and take the side roads instead of the large multi-lane freeways, if you can.

I am a chatty Kathy when it comes to travel and meeting people. You would be shocked how everyone has a story to tell, and if you can get them to speak…you might have a story for your next novel.

I typically will start with their name and compliment it. If they respond I tell them I am an author and I am always looking for names. That is a half-truth, I am looking for interesting people with a name.

Jim Croce ‘I got a name’ is worth listening to. The song began rattling around my head as I wrote that last line.

I hope you all have a super weekend and are staying safe during these trying times.

Follow me here, drop me a note. I love to hear from you.

Much Love -TW

Get Paid to be a Sex worker in your own Home

Tens of thousands are taking off their panties for money. Could you?

As a writer, nothing is off-limits. Well, some things are off-limits. Those that are just morally bankrupt and totally depraved are not going to see the light of day by my pen.

Years ago, a lady who followed me on Twitter said she was a cyber slut in her bio.

When I read that, I followed her link and was surprised to learn of an industry that was in its infancy. Webcam work was turning into a real thing.

My Free Cams is where she worked, and I think they were a pioneer in this industry. On any given night, there might be a few hundred models, and I am certain thousands of audience members.

I had just read 50 shades and was working on Cyber Subs when this came to light.

Why write about sex workers?  Why not.  We have enjoyed nude actors in films for eons. The porn industry is huge. We are sexual creatures.

The pandemic has more than probably driven more people to different-sex sites than any other thing to date.

As a writer, I am always on the hunt for material for stories. I want that material to come from life, not from the TV or other books. If it comes from real life, it will be dynamic and reflect the times in which we live.

I wrote two how-to books on the subject after investigating what these models were doing. Since my last book, Camming for Couples, I have learned that there are tons of these sites out there. These concepts apply.

Entertainment and business are concepts that get lost with many of these people. Simply turning the camera on and pushing broadcast isn’t going to do it.

I am focusing my attention on other novels and genres. I wrote those two books and kept them inexpensive, so those that choose to play in this fashion have some formulas on what works.

If I were to give out one free piece of advice, it would be this, ‘have fun with it.’

Imagine sitting around in your bra and panties with the camera focused on you. Engaging your audience as if they were all lovers might bring them back as regulars.

The book is worth the price of a cup of coffee. Many buy the e-book and then turn right around and buy the paperback version. I don’t know why but they do.

My friend who followed me sent me down that rabbit trail for a while.  A few of my novels have that aspect of life as a plot or subplot.

Imagine playing strip poker with tens of thousands of people instead of your college friends.

My newest material does not include this plot device. I do see this phenomenon as a cultural shift in the way we think.

I would like to see more clothing-optional beaches and places than we have today. I am an artist. The human body takes on a different dimension for me.

Too bad we can’t use Zoom for this. I would wager that people might show up in time if we could.

Much love -TW

The Covid Conundrum

Is there life after life?

Is mortality something you think about?

The larger question is, is it healthy to think about such things?

A little over thirty years ago, I was in a head-on collision (freeway speeds) with an inebriated geriatric. It was halftime; he was out of beer and decided he would take his newly restored old Cadillac to the grocery store for more.

His wife purchased him this heavy-duty car because he crashed his truck into a tree on his last binge.

On this fine day, it was I who topped a hill to find this long black Cadillac headed right at me. The timing of the crash was as follows. “‘Oh Shit’ Bang!”

All these years later, there is not a day, a time, or a moment that I am not reminded of that day because my life changed. Most movement causes some kind of pain due to arthritis in everything that was injured.

If you think I must have made a ‘killing’ on the insurance money, think again. When all was said and done, I was upside down on my car payment.  His insurance company and mine were the same.

Those were unhappy times in my life; even though I lived through it, PTSD is a real thing.

What I did for a living changed. What I could do for myself changed. In truth, I could have gone out on disability. I could no longer do my job.

I lived off savings while learning computer science stuff. They called it data processing back in the day but, the job was much more sedentary than my previous vocation, and there is nothing wrong with my brain.

Time was slipping by, and those arthritic nodules were still growing.

If you are like me, you don’t allow life to kick you when you are down. Every morning I open my eyes, it is as if I run a self-diagnostic.

You might be too young to appreciate this. It seems that I never know what the newest hurdle to jump will be.

I lost six months this year due to illness.

I was spending time in the hospital during this pandemic. I picked up Covid as a door prize. On my way out the door from having surgery, three days later, I had a rash as nobody had ever seen. Then a nagging cough, sore throat, loss of taste and smell, and a litany of other ailments. Brain fog and chronic fatigue are the two issues that still plague me the most.  

I learned that the GP only knows how to treat what he or she has seen before. There are no experts on Covid, and in truth, nobody really cares.

When the cough cleared, I was vaccinated. Neither shot bothered me other than the pain in the arm from them hitting the damned bone.

Covid has a neurological contingent that has affected my motor skills. Again, there are no experts on this ‘man-made’ disaster.

Since my GP is of no use, I have bounced from one specialist to another. Delineating from the effects of surgery to Covid’s aftermath has been a bit of a challenge, which not many are up for.

There are other variables, such as the vaccine itself. What, if anything, is it doing?

Why are so many doctors and nurses refusing to take the shot?

As a cynical person, I believe the vaccine push is about money to big pharma. We should have reached herd immunity by now. The super cynical me thinks it is about money to the people who make these ridiculous laws, or mandates, getting money from big pharma to do it.

By the time they ‘sell X many shots’ and learn it is unconstitutional, it will be too late.

If I could live with myself, it might be fun to run for congress. As a lawmaker, what price would you put on your soul to be purchased by the next scam?

Trust me, Jack; these beans are magic. You should buy them.

-Much Love -TW

God on a Shelf or Life on a Shelf

Is this a key to your soul, the truth or just a hunk of metal?

If you are my age or close, you might think back on the holidays with warm feelings. You might also think back on them, ‘you better be good, etc.’

As a young person, I drew the parallel rather quickly between Santa and Jesus. God or holy of holy was the adult version of Santa.

Instead of stuff, if you are good, you get eternal salvation. If you will notice that in many ‘religions,’ the goal post is fluid.

“What have you done for me today?” That makes you an eternal slave to whoever is pulling the strings.

Young folks have an elf on the shelf and a host of other motivations to ‘be good.’ Parents are practicing what the early church did by placing mystical powers into a plushie toy.

Before the elf, we had an imaginary guard who kept a list. Then there is the never-ending repertoire of Christmas songs tying Santa and Jesus together in one nice package. (Compliments of the early church.)

The retail establishment is capitalizing on greed and things that charm us push the lies even further and longer. Even before Halloween, we hear the little drummer boy on the store speakers.

By the way, whatever idiot wrote that song never had babies they were trying to put to bed. I dare say if he played his drum for him, Jesus would have been beside himself, and Mary would have been asking Joseph to throw the rascal out.

I digress.   

If you, as an adult, picture heaven or hell as depicted in biblical references, even the dullest of the dull will see that they were written to appeal to your fears and greed.

Streets of Gold

Jewels in Crown

The right hand of Jesus

Lake of fire

And so on.

Carl Sagan described death as a long dreamless sleep. He was an atheist, which is almost a religion unto itself. Was Carl on to something, or was he blinded by his revulsion of the early church and their long list of atrocities committed on their fellow man?

“What do you want for Christmas?”

I am asked this question every year for both the holiday and birthdays and so on. “If I wanted it bad enough to even think that I would like it or use it, I bought it already.” With Amazon, we shop at 3 am or on the toilette.

What do you want and why?

After the last two years of losing so many to disease, one quickly realizes that ‘stuff’ is not the answer.

In legalese, they call it ‘residual.’

The bible refers to it as things that charmed us. To those left behind, those things are a burden. Why? Undoubtedly, they will have some emotional attachment to the residual, and the cycle will repeat.

After losing family and friends, I get it. My garage is unusable as a garage, thanks to residual that is too good to toss and not my style to infiltrate my personal space. You might know a collector of things or perhaps a hoarder.

Antique malls and online shops are full of residual. From clothes to photographs, everything is there. Those things that charmed us at Christmas time or other occasions are also there. From toys, tops to board games, and yes, what is left of that EZ bake oven are on a shelf waiting for someone else to enjoy it.

I enjoyed watching that show the pickers. It was the perfect personification of what I am talking about. Shit in storage sheds, or as the bible calls it, things for moths to eat or rust to ruin.

I reject organized religion for what it is, brainwashing and a control mechanism. From the early church to modern-day religion, ‘to me’ religion is just another form of control. Using guilt to beguile you into giving of your time and treasure is just evil in the purest sense of the word.

Employing fear and greed as a control mechanism might seem like a good idea, but in reality, it does nothing but teach us to be ‘good’ when someone is around to see us being good.

This is part of the reason that the creature known as man is so messed up.

If you reject that theory, think about how you slow down when you see a cop, in front of or behind you. Instead of ‘being good’ when nobody is around, which we should be doing, we want others to witness our generosity when putting money on the plate. Very sad.

Don’t misunderstand me; I know there is an ultimate creator of all things. We can’t go to heaven or hell and come back with a phone full of pictures but, we can look at the evidence at hand. From what we can examine, we can develop a hypothesis that would be convincing.

The scriptures warn us to stay away from those who practice mystical things. Why?

I won’t go into this huge dissertation on why I believe what I believe but, I will say that we have a bicameral mind. There is much more that we are capable of as humans if we will ever look past our desires for things, or sex, or other forms of personal gratification.

While I am certain that the bible is NOT the breath of God or God-breathed, there is ample evidence that its creators, to some extent, were enlightened.  

There is also abundant evidence that man, in the form of a governing body of the masses, uses this book even today as a way to control you.

The early church was the school, the church, and the government. Any research on your part will bring you face to face with the harsh reality of the ugliness of mankind and how power corrupts.

No, I am not advocating purple Kool-Aid or joining the monks or even a monastery.  There is, in fact, no physical place to escape the harsh reality of mankind. Humankind is truly a misnomer in the purest sense of the word. By nature, man is not kind.

I am not advocating leaving the church. I am suggesting you dig into its history and understand how they use your fears, wants, and desires to manipulate you.

Enlightenment is the key to a happy life.  

Even in one of my naughtiest novels, I talk about this subject. Why there?

I want to reach those who would never pick up the bible. In many of my novels is wisdom derived from life, God, and yes, the bible. Weaved into the tapestry of stories that might titillate are also fragments of reality, truth, and enlightenment.  

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I put the Gospel next to the G-spot. Why?  Because that is what and who we are. Imagine staying out of church because some asshole preaches from Leviticus telling you that you are doomed as long as you are who you are. That is simply a lie.  

I was asked not long ago why I write such a diverse spectrum of novels.

Firstly, I know who and what I am. I am an angel in the kitchen, a sexual creature in the bedroom, and a purveyor of wisdom at the keyboard.

Anyone who denies this about themselves is a fool. We were designed this way.

Once you know who and what you are, then you can tear down the lies that got you there and begin to resurrect the person you were meant to be.  

I write what I write to speak to you, or some part of you.

I write to please myself, to perfect the craft, and with time, and a little luck, earn enough of a passive income stream so I can focus on what is important to me as a person and not to my bank account.

What about you?

What’s on your shelf?

It has been said, “that the truth will set you free.”  Free from what or who?

As long as you live a lie, you are in bondage to those who know how to manipulate you through fear, hate, and bigotry. With hate for your fellow man in your heart, it’s easy for those with an agenda to control you and keep you miserable.

I said that there was no physical place to escape the realities of this world. The constant stream of lies from the MSM might be a good place to avoid.  You can control your space and what you allow into your head.

I write under the Pseudonym TWScott because of where I reside. I happen to be in a nest of heavily brainwashed trolls who go to church every time the door is open. I often feel like I am living in the perpetual movie the Pod People.

Not all are this way but, if I were to write under my name, I would have to move to LA or Hollywood.

Most, not all, are the walking dead.  They work on autopilot and often nod their heads at anything they hear from the MSM or the preacher.

I want to know where Cain’s wife came from.  

Fun fact: If the flood story was factual and the arc landed on top of the tallest mountain around, that would mean that the ARC is somewhere around 30,000 feet.

The dove went out and brought back an olive branch while floating around at 30,000 feet.

Either God is a lousy scientist or the writers of that story didn’t understand atmospheric pressure, AKA Boyles law. I would wager the latter.

Either the ARC was floating around at -30C, or because of the amount of saturated air, they were at about 350C, and the Earth looked very much like Venus does today.

In laymen’s terms, the arc, if real and not literal, was full of frozen critters or crispy critters.

In order to get to the truth, you have to be willing to accept that you might be harboring some lies. Yes, those lies were certainly placed there by those that want to use them as a cudgel in some form or fashion.

The early church was the worst of the worst. History is littered with atrocities committed in the name of religion.

Know why you believe what you believe.  Don’t allow your crap to control your life. Treat others as you want to be treated. Do the right thing when nobody is around to see it.

No, Santa or the Elf or Jesus saw you not steal that candy bar. You saw yourself do the right thing, and that’s all that matters.

Much Love -TW

Nano November

Are you ready to be a Hermit?

Yes, I am working on an outline for a book to create during November.

To keep your tools sharp, you need to use them. Grammarly just reported that I went over 26 million words in October. 

Think about 26 million words all typed on this Logitech k350 keyboard. I have replaced keycaps on a few of the keys. Other than paint rubbing off, been a great keyboard.

Today I entered a flash fiction contest. I don’t for the life of me understand how Word, Grammarly, and Pro-writing aid disagree on so much.

Between the AP manual and the Chicago style manual, I am just not sure which is correct.

From Dialogue tags to internal thoughts, English has changed since I was in school.

Who dreams up this stuff?

Where publishing is concerned, use an editor. I spent days trying to teach myself what they consider to be ‘good grammar.’

I used to believe the comma was my only nemesis, not even close.

The Little Brown Book has nothing on today’s style.

I will leave you with this final thought. If you are not sure, the odds are excellent that the reader will not be sure either. Go back and read some of the literary greats if you want to blow what you think you know about grammar out of the water.

My secret is this, Write the Damned Story. Please don’t get your knickers wrapped around the axle where it comes to grammar. The more you write, the fewer mistakes you will find when you finally do edit it. 

Once written, put it away. Last year’s project is still in the drawer, waiting for me to edit it with a fresh set of eyes.

Don’t rest on your laurels. Once you develop that habit of writing, stick with it. I have found that between 4 AM and 6 AM works well for me. It would shock you how you will bounce out of bed once you get into the habit.

There is a science involved with that time of day, and it involves Theta Waves. Just try it for a month.

I can do the mechanics of research or editing anytime; for the creative part, I need zero distractions. I have yet to be offered a car warranty between 4 and 6 AM.

The news is toxic to the creative type. Remove the screens from your view and don’t focus on the idiots. From clickbait to ratings, they will say and or do almost anything to get your attention.

You might notice that I have blogged about certain events in the past. That was wasted energy but, it was a vent. That leads me to my last point, expel toxic poop from your life. From the media to people, if they are unhealthy, shut them out.

As a programmer of years ago, there was a saying—garbage in equal garbage out.

I hope this gets you in the right frame of mind and hopefully excites you about NaNoWriMo.

Yes, I contribute to them every year. I believe in the mission.

-Best

TW

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