Nude Webcamming, Is that something you would consider?

If it were not for all of the different types of people in this world, it would be pretty dull.

 

Greetings and welcome to my Blog.

Toward the bottom you will find and excerpt from Cyber Subs.

Tonight I wanted to answer some questions regarding some feedback, as well as some twitter comments.

“Did you know that you have some followers who are openly gay and even Trans?  Some followers of yours are openly porn dealers!”

“Yes, I know that some of my followers are gay.  Yes, I am aware that some of them are actively seeking clients for their activities on sites like My Free Cams.”

If I follow them or RT them, that does not mean that I endorse what they are doing.  I also will not condemn them. 

Yes, from time to time I will re-tweet those that follow me if there is something that I think others will find of value.  The ladies that “model” to fulfill fantasies of people around the world most probably do this in other local places beside the internet. Just a guess.

I welcome civil discourse from anyone that reads my blogs or books.  I will not judge you.  I may ignore you; if you are not pleasant.

If you were to gather some folks and put them all into a darkened room, I think you would find that what we have in common, far outweighs the biases that some impose on others.  I would encourage everyone to seek that which we share, and not that which divides us.

When I started marketing my books after I wrote several, someone followed me on Twitter who on her bio said “Cyber Whore or Slut.” I forget which.  Folks, I don’t judge people, that is above my pay grade.  If it were not for all of the different types of people in this world, it would be pretty dull.

If you ever get a chance to meet me, you will find that I will engage you in conversation.  Your tattoos or piercings or race or ethnicity or sexual orientation does not, or will not daunt me.  While many do this to rebel against that which is, I am not dissuaded.  I see through you! By “this,” I mean excessive ink or piercings or what have you.

Assuming that you are not stoned or incapable of articulating your speech, I welcome everyone to participate in civil, social intercourse. (talking)  Your ideas have merit!  Everyone brings something to the table.  I value you, just like I value those that read my work or blog or tweets.  It makes little difference if you are in lockstep agreement with me or not.

If we seek improvement or betterment, or as I like to say enlightenment, that is more than half the battle.   Someone once said, “if you are coasting, you are going downhill!”

Think about that, and then apply it to your life.

This person who followed me on Twitter piqued my curiosity as to why she would describe herself in such a pejorative manner.  Unaware that there was such a place as My Free Cams, I followed her link.  Her description was and is part of her marketing strategy.  That and some lewd pictures of herself.   I am all about self-discovery and accepting oneself for who and what they are.  I am also an artist who loves the human body of any gender!

I for one am thankful that she followed me.  We have talked a few times on Twitter. However, she has no clue that her spirit, if you will, is part of my book.

It took little time to discover what this site was about, and the fantasies that it facilitates. Some would say that this is probably a hollow existence. I have found however that imaginations, unlike people, seldom let you down.  One could arguably question the mental stability of those of us who choose to live vicariously through such actions; I would say that as long as you can separate the two, you are good to go.

Many of us live through some sort of fantasy, and not all fantasies are sexual. Some might watch sports, secretly envisioning themselves as the quarterback or the pitcher. When we read (and when we write) we live through the characters in the book.  That is why my characters are so dynamic!

Those that read EL James books are living vicariously through her characters.

Imagine if you will, allowing someone to pull down your panties and take a belt to your bare bottom. What could someone possibly get out of that? 

After a suitable amount of investigative research, I wrote such a book as an experiment.  Science Fiction is my usual mode of thinking when it comes to writing.  Exploring erotic fantasy with a technological bent was and is close.

Cyber Subs, no not submarines but SUBS!

Trisha and Denise were friends in a farming community in Kansas.  If you have ever lived in such a place, you know that it can get pretty dull.  Human sexuality being what it is, adding the internet into the mix, this story wrote itself.

Cyber Subs receives over 2500 hits every day.  Please consider owning your own copy, and by all means, give me feedback.  The price is low because I, like many, are independent authors.  That means that agents and publishers are not getting anything out of it.  It also means that we as authors do everything!  We write it, edit it, market it and do the cover art.  The amazing part is that Amazon and other e-publishing sites still get over 30%, and they do nothing.  They provide the place to put it along with millions of others.  They have some upfront programming cost, and everything else is automated gravy.

If you as an author or I chose to use their marketing tools, they charge for that as well.  That is why we enjoy it when someone like yourself reads our books and offers some feedback.  We love it when you give us feedback! I will guarantee that there are typos in our books.  Since I find them all the time in published Barns and Nobles type books, I can predict you will see them as well.  If you see them in my novels, please let me know.  I publish my books with a revision number much as software writers do with their code.  I will fix them when enough are found either by yourself, and or others like you, and fix them.  Once I do I will tweet about it as I did with Saga of the Starduster.  That novel is still my number one best seller!

Let’s see if we can get Cyber Subs to give it some competition!

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Much Love –TW

Below you will see an excerpt from Cyber Subs.

Trisha has bombed out at finding work in Kansas and decided to leave for Phoenix where her friend is managing to make a living.  What her friend does is shocking!

Escape from Hell

Trisha’s brother was secretly happy for his sister getting out of Kansas.  He knew that she was unhappy on the farm. After graduating from college, the jobs were not there.

“Do you think you will be coming home again sis,” David asked?

“David, I am not going to lie, I hope not, not to stay anyway.  I love you and Dad, but this is not for me.”

“After Mom passed I knew it was rough on you; Dad was so upset with you for leaving that he has me driving you to the airport.”

“David, I know you understand; I am not ready to be “the little woman” without the perks that go with it.  Farm life sucks!  I am twenty-six years old, and still a virgin for Pete sake, at least you get some action..”

“My friend Billy likes you, Trisha.”

“Billy, you can’t be serious. We are talking about a guy that failed gym class.  This guy fights the hogs for their slop!  I think I can do better.”

David laughed; he knew that she was right.

“Sis, come home for the holidays, there is little going on that time of year. By then maybe Dad and I will learn how to cook without poisoning ourselves.”

“Just remember, the smoke detector is not the oven timer! You will be alright.”

“Do you need me to park, and help with your bags?”

“No, one bag rides on the other, I got this David.  Stay in touch; you have my number.”

“Love you, sis, take care of yourself.”

David watched for a minute as she went to curbside check-in, then up the escalator as if she was running for her life.

Getting through the airport gave her time to think about what she was doing.

Her friend Denise moved before she graduated and managed to make it in Phoenix. If Denise could do it, Trisha figured she might too.

She missed her roommate and all the things that they shared; Trisha was looking forward to catching up.

The flight from Kansas City was bumpy as they went over the southern tip of Colorado on her to way Phoenix.  Once off the plane, it was evident that she was no longer in Kansas. The heat was intense; Trisha wished that she had a bottle of water as she waited on Denise.

A honking horn signaled Trisha that Denise was waiting along the curb for her.  It was all they could do to fit her luggage into the lime green Volkswagen that Denise had in Kansas.

“You still have Denny?”

“Can you believe it? How have you been sugar?”

“I was going crazy.  After mom passed, Dad has been a mess.  He and David are obsessed with the farm, and I got tired of being the “little woman.”

“That had to suck.  So, how long can you stay?”

“That is up in the air. If I can find a job and support myself, I might just stay here period.  Otherwise, I am going to try until my savings run out, and then buy a ticket home.”

“I don’t mean to sound cliché but Trisha; you’re not in Kansas anymore.  There are opportunities here.”

“You were pretty tight-lipped on the phone, what do you do to make it?”

“Don’t judge me, just listen and then we can talk.”

Pulling into the parking lot of her apartment complex, they each grabbed a bag and headed inside.

Denise had a three-bedroom apartment, a master, guest, and office.

“This is lovely Denise, ok, if you are managing this by yourself, I will try hard not to judge you, what are you doing?”

“Primarily I do waitress stuff, Trisha, opening her closet she showed her some outfits that belonged to a chain of restaurants that specialize in entertaining their men clientele.”

“You’re showing your boobs for tips?”

“I seem to remember you getting a few pinches on your bottom at the truck stop for tips; there is no touching here and, it is just some of the goods, not all of me.”

“If my parents had found out about those pinches, I would have been killed,” Trisha said.

“Me too but, we made some money, and we survived Lawrence Kansas.”

“In a strange way Denise, I miss those little pinches.  Does that even make sense?” Denise smiled at her reaching behind her, pinching her bottom, “are you better now?”

“Thanks!” she said laughing at her. “Are they hiring?”

“We are, and I already have you pretty much hired, are you up for pulling a shift tonight?”

“Without even an interview?”

Touching Trisha’s breasts through her blouse, “honey, with these things, if you wear one of my outfits here, talk like you have a few neurons firing in that beautiful blond head of yours, it will not even be a question.”

Trisha liked the feel of her touch.  She wondered what had changed.  Denise had never felt her before in any manner.

“If I can make some money, it will extend my stay, are you sure you are ok with me staying here with you?”

“For the first week or so, you are my guest Trisha, if you feel like you can make it, and you want to stay, share the rent and groceries with me.  Deal?”

“Ok, I guess I can wait tables again.”

“After we get you unpacked, let me show you a few tricks to get the most tips.”

“Like we used to get the answers for the test and share them?”

“Just like it…We are going to have fun.”

“I have missed you, Denise; do you remember all the adventures we had?”

“You mean the trouble we got into with the sisters?”

“Yea, that too, but we had fun.”

“Between the farm and school, I could not wait to get out of town!” Denise said.

“It was bearable until Mom died of cancer. After you left and she died, I could not stand it!”

“I am surprised you lasted as long as you did.”

“I think I still have bruises from Barney at the truck stop.  Are you sure they don’t touch here?”

Denise looked at her bottom and then her, “you know, with that bottom and those boobs, you may make more than me. No, they don’t touch.”

“You said primarily you wait tables, what else do you do?”

“Are you still open-minded?” She asked.

“I will still smoke weed if you can get it, how open-minded do I need to be?”

Denise led her to her office.  Opening the door, it looked more like a photography studio than an office.

“Ok, I will bite, what is this?”

“Trisha, I make a lot of money with this, and I have fun doing it.  I smoke a little grass, drink a little wine and tease the hell out of people from around the world.  They do not know who I am, or where I am.”

“Still not judging here, I have seen some cam stuff on the internet, is that what you do?”

“I am not sure what you saw but, do you remember Stacy that lives on that farm on the east side?”

“Of course, what about her.”

“I saw her on here, out in the field at that picnic table doing this from the farm.”

“You mean the picnic table we all ate watermelon on a few years ago?”

“Yes, and we played in the kiddie pool, it was still there!”

“Small world, how do you keep people from knowing who you are?”

Pointing to wigs, makeup and other outfits in the closet, she looked at Trisha. “Still not judging me?”

“No, I think I have butterflies in my stomach thinking about what it must be like to do that.”

“The first few times it was fucking awesome.  There is this huge adrenaline rush.”

“Do we have time to see some of this before we go wait tables?”

“Help me fix some lunch; we can watch a little while we eat.  I can take the laptop out to the kitchen.”

Trisha had obtained a quick tour of the camera site before they had to get dressed.  Fixing her clothing to look like she had worked there for years, the manager hired her on the spot.  Denise trained her in no time; it was a limited menu.

On the way home that night they stopped for fast food.  “What did you think of your first day?”

“I should be exhausted, but I am wired.”

“We have the same schedule; Burt knows that you are staying with me, and he likes you.  Between the two of us, we will probably bring in more customers for him.”

“These boobs have not done much for me so far; why not bring in some money?”

“That is the way I look at it. I am good for a couple of hours, would you like to watch me cam a little?”

Trisha looked at her, “Ok, I think I would, that will be terribly personal won’t it?”

“You are my oldest and dearest friend, besides; you might like what you see.”

Trisha now knew that something had changed with her friend.  A frisson went through her, as she thought about how this night might end. Denise set her up in an opposite corner of the room with her laptop logged into the site.  Trisha could see the cameras that Denise was using as well as a behind the scenes look.

This novel is 105 thousand words of a story.  I admit that it has some tawdriness to it but, it is a complete story with humor, love, plot twist and turns and even some remote love of a very different kind.

Share with your friends and assist us, independent authors!

Thanks!

 

-TW

Excerpt from my number one best seller!

How about a fun filled romp through the galaxy with a surprise ending?

Below you will find an expert from Saga of the Starduster Chapter “1955 meets 2016.”

This book is one of my 25 published Novels. It also happens to be one of the most popular among you. Thanks for that! As an author, we can only hope that you will enjoy what we write.

Saga of the Starduster started out as tweets. I was doing two things at one time. Marketing my brand, and writing practice. When we write we try to use as few words as possible to convey an idea.

Saga of the Starduster started out as 140 character tweets. So many folks asked for the story I pulled it and wrote a story. The story you can download is complete and edited pretty well.

So many have already downloaded this novel that I must have done something right. Please support independent authors and read our work. Because we are independent our work is incredibly affordable. For less than a cup of coffee, you can read our stories. With 25 Novels out there I suspect that one day you will be able to say, you were reading me when I was nobody.

Everyone is somebody but, you know what I mean.

What has just transpired is, Sarah has brought Don, his mother and his third-grade teacher to the Starduster. Don had a medical need and Sarah wanted Don.

When you read the following if you are so compelled, follow the link and get the whole book. This is my number one best seller out of the 25 thus far. See what all the fuss is about. Thanks!

These next few lines are from the book, chapter 1955 meets 2016

 

The women awoke to find themselves nude in the presence of Sarah and her assistants. “Calm yourselves, Patty and Martha, here are some clothes for you to put on.”

“Where is Donny?” Martha asked.

“He is in the next room dressing as well. Clothes are not something we are used to here, so I am afraid that you three might feel out of place.”

“I don’t want Donny seeing his mother this way!” Martha said.

“Donny is Don Martha; he is a grown man. I stopped his aging process at 30. When you look at yourself Martha, you will see that you too are about 30. Patty, I left you at 21. You can choose to age naturally, or I can arrest the process right here.”

“Sarah, I feel different,” Patty said.

“Each of you had some neural pathways created between the two hemispheres of your brains. Your learning ability will be accelerated as well as your IQ.”

“Was there purpose in this?” Martha asked.

“Your race blew themselves up, Martha. We sent Don back to change history. By removing you three, we altered the timeline somehow. ”

“I thought that we were going right back to the second we left?” Patty said.

“The outcome would not work out. Don, instead of contributing to humanity would give them the information that they need to make their atomic weapons stronger than what they were. We saw that Dr. Flint was working with your government and was also working for another superpower as a spy.”

“Does Donald know this?” Patty asked.

“No, not yet. Are you two ready to meet Don, the man?”

The anxiety level of both women shot up, and Sarah could sense it.

“You both might want to sit,” Sarah said. Both sat on the table as Don made an entrance. The 6’2 inch man with wavy hair, chiseled chin, and sharp blue eyes looked at the two women as he could feel their love for him. Embracing the two, Martha started to cry, and Patty was speechless.

Follow the link and read the whole book!

Much Love TW

The following is an excerpt from Diamond Joe.

Here is a sample from my book.

 

Donna is a professor at the college.  After losing her husband, she had shut down emotionally. Fate played a hand as she happened to own a racehorse and was not getting it trained.  When one of her student’s friends, happened to be a trainer comes to assist her, things change.

 

I won’t spoil the book for your but below are a few paragraphs out of the chapter “Society.”

Donna and Sam fell in love and she married her.  She did it in a very public way which caused all sorts of issues for some stuffed shirts.  Below is from the book…

 

Some of the staff got together over dinner one night, and Blake was in attendance as well. Donna was enjoying the camaraderie while visiting with her peers.  Blake was tying one on.

Coming up to Donna the booze had its effects on him.  “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure Blake, what is on your mind?”

“You caused me a lot of grief a few months ago.”  He lamented.  Donna saw that he was feeling his drinks. “I am sorry about that Blake, what is your question?”

“No, it is ok, Sally straightened me up.  She even told me to pull my head out of my ass!”

Donna laughed at that as she thought Blake often suffered from Rectal-Cranial Inversion or RCI.

“So you were not upset by my wedding to Sam?”

“I was at first; I had people wanting to pull their support from the school and all kinds of foul calls, it was awful.  Sally pointed out that I was acting like a caveman and I needed to get with the times.”

“Blake, I had no idea that I would love another woman, but I do, what is your question.”

“Why the paper, why the public wedding.  Why not just do your thing in quiet and live your life.  You live so far out there that nobody would ever have known!”

The rest of the staff was listening ready to bite his head off.  Donna looked at them giving them the backoff look which they all knew well.

“Blake, I am going to tell you this, which I hope you will remember because I will not repeat this to you again.  I originally wanted to do just that. I told Dane and Marcie that nobody must know about this.”

“So what happened?  Why?”

“The teary-eyed love of my life looked at me and asked, we can tell people eventually can’t we?”

“Blake, that broke my fucking heart!  When I realized that I had just marginalized the love of my life to some god damned secret, it killed me! I will not apologize for loving another human being, not to you, the board of directors or the fucking president of the college! Anyone who thinks our marriage is any less than theirs is full of shit and fuck them! I have no tolerance for bigots.  When you realize that we are all human, barring a few minor differences in plumbing, we are basically the same; it makes a whole new argument out of it.  The inconvenience I caused you and some at the school is trivial in comparison to how badly I hurt that person who is so special to me! I hurt her by wanting to protect the fucking school over her.  Family comes first Blake!”

“I am sorry Donna, I had no idea.”

“I had to bribe the damned preacher to meet us at the hotel and marry us!  He would not do it at his church, and I had to agree to keep his name private.  Do you know how that feels?”

“Why not just go to the courthouse and do what the others….”

“Do you see what you just did?  “

“I see the problem; you feel cheated.”

“Blake I had the white dress, the flowers the parties and all that stuff with Steve.  Samantha got none of that!  She got screwed by the system, by bigots and ignorant assholes. The whole time that preacher was doing his thing I hated him in my heart!  He took money to do that which is against his fucking idea of morality.  Did you know that morality has a price?”

The people at the table were shocked.  They had no idea what it took to get married like most people. “I wish there were something I could do to make any of that right,” Blake said.

 

Yes, people, the book is that good and even better.  Most of my novels are that good if I do say so myself.  But…Since Saga of the Starduster is my number one seller maybe people like science fiction better than stories that are germane for today.

You can read part of it for free on Amazon but…I really would like you to read it and support independent authors such as myself.  I am loathed to waste my time trying to use the right magic words attracting an agent, so I need you guys to assist me.

With 25 novels out there, I just need one of them to go viral.

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Much Love -TW

 

Healthcare the Final Frontier

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

With our somewhat screwed up world, everything becomes a political football. (pun intended)
I am not going to try and figure out the answer for healthcare. Is it a right, privilege or commodity? I would say, (yes!) While we argue about socialism again with political Einsteins like Bernie, our hope seems somewhat lost. Healthcare is a commodity like food, water, electricity and so forth. You want it; you pay for it.

The rub comes when we have large parts of society who are somewhat irresponsible with their resources and misspend them. Working in the ER, we saw lots of accidents or gunshot victims with gold teeth or tattoos, beautiful clothing, packages of cigarettes and no insurance. On top of that when the toxicology reports came back many were full of drugs or “recreational chemistry.”

Folks, if you work two jobs, are dead tired on your feet, and still have the family to take care of, seeing this will piss you off! The people who live in ivory towers are removed from reality. Also, the people who cannot (or will not) find work, are also removed from reality. Their idea of reality is not mainstream.

Reality is working your ass off, watching your paycheck taken from you in fees and taxes, and then seeing the freeloaders calling you a racist for not wanting to pay their way too! That is tough stuff. It is hard not to become jaded. When gaming the system is an art, that we could write a dummies book about, something needs to change.

Here is why…
I have such a friend who worked two jobs and has taken care of families and been there to assist others when they down. “A good person!”
She recently was diagnosed with Cancer.
Cancer is a scary word, and if the body is not treated as a whole, the prognoses can get bleak.  The doctors order test and procedures, and she pushes forward dutifully going to this doctor or that. The chemo makes her sick; the surgeries are painful. Her hair is all but gone, and then she sees yet another specialist.
This doctor wants to do XYZ . The insurance company declines it, and then the ballet ensues. Phone calls are left, and messages and e-mails from you to many who don’t  care about their job are written. They sit in their chair for eight hours and talk on the phone when they have to. Communications go unanswered, and another form letter is pushed out the door, denying coverage.

While your phone call to them is critical to you, where they are concerned it is simply another task that they have to do.  This can be put off until after lunch or Monday or whenever they just are forced to deal it with it.  Your problem is not theirs and they don’t care.

The text from their friend or family or perhaps what is going on with facebook ranks higher than what you need.

Their hope is that you just give up.
Here is the issue. When someone is sick whether it be cancer or some other illness the entire body needs to be treated as a whole thing. Spirits need to be high and the person not only should be kept comforted but, comfortable. They do not need the frustration of dealing with auto adjudicated edicts from the damned insurance company.

Why are they auto?  Becuase the people who have the job to assist you are more concerned with where they are going for lunch or who Jane is sleeping with, on some tv show.

I worked behind the scenes for too many years, trust me; this is life in corporate America.

Hate and anger feed cancer; I am convinced of it. Hate is a poison that you take in hopes that it will affect someone else. Foolish person, hate is killing you.

Frustration with a  stuffed up system breeds anger which breeds hate.
Any time there is a decline in coverage an actual human should be required to look at the original request and see if the nurse or doctor forgot to check some box. Instead of looking for ways to deny coverage, they should be required to look for any way possible to pay for it. I realize that is counterproductive for the bottom line but folks, that is where the problem lies.

So here is another idea I am going to give away!

Someone who knows the healthcare industry and insurance industry should provide a service and sell it like insurance. The service would be the go-between, between your doctor and your insurance company and you. Like we have agents for car insurance we need an actual agent to deal with the insurance company.
You call your agent and tell them; I am going in for testing I may have something wrong.
Your agent then gets involved on your behalf and slogs through the red tape of bureaucracy and employees who don’t want to do their jobs, and is your advocate.

Instead of you fighting with a system that you are most probably ill-equipped to deal with, your advocate does it for you.
Usually, we call these lawyers, but I don’t think we need lawyers. With all of the layoffs in the insurance industry with the outsourcing and ravages left from the Obama Care debacle, there should be a plethora of folks who might want to tackle this and make a company out of it. Maybe the H&R Block folks who might not have work in the near future could take on the mantle of Health Advocate. HA for short.

Look, if you make millions of dollars with my idea, please keep me in mind, at least buy some of my books!

If you are a patient, who needs such a service tell me what you think.
Would something like this work?
I think having an advocate on your side to deal with the crap while you focused on getting better would assist many and possibly cut the cost of healthcare.
Many claims that are denied are simple coding errors, but since a computer looks for every dot to be filled correctly and adjudicates the petition based on human filled in dots, that is where the bulk of the problems arise. It is a simple truth table to the computer. IF A+B=C then everything is a go. One bit out of place, and it is denied.

Many just don’t bother to fight it and guess what, you are fighting for your life, so I get it.

Send this to @RealDonaldTrump about a million times, and maybe he will see it.

We need a little common sense in the industry and a little compassion for those who are dealing with illnesses like cancer. We need to keep the special interest and politicians out of it as they are responsible for the mess we have today. Many are paying thousands of dollars a month for insurance they will never use. If they do need it one has to wonder what it would cover.

Would it be better just to pay your way for the cheap stuff and then not have insurance and go to the ER anyway? That is the current system for many Americans and non-Americans alike. And that is one reason the cost of healthcare is so damned high!

You are indeed paying for the deadbeats and yes that is socialism.   If you can afford to pay for it, you pay in spades.

If a senator has issues, do you think he or she worries about what will be paid for?

To quote Lilly Allen, “It’s not fair!”

Go check out some of my books. If you are a sci-fi person or a romantic kind of person I have it all. If you need a laugh, which we all do, go and check out some of my novels. Warm-hearted romance, to a nude romp through the galaxy in Saga of the Starduster.

Much Love – TW

Is it ok to be Topless in public?

Boobs in New York!

This topic has been on the minds of people for too many years to comprehend.

Let’s back it up, shall we?

Where did clothing come from?

If you are creationist, then you know after the snake convinced Eve to take a bite of the fruit from the tree of knowledge, she discovered that she was naked and was ashamed.  After convincing her husband or partner to eat of the same fruit, he too found that he was naked and now ashamed.

I know this makes so damned little sense to most that you must either take it as allegory or swallow the rest of it as the “Gospel.”

Putting talking snakes and the tree of knowledge aside, why were they ashamed.  It was only the two of them in the entire world.  Oh yes, god was there walking through the garden.

Don’t take this criticism of Genesis to mean any more than I see the bible a bit differently than some.

My point is, I do not think that this is where clothing came from.

“Where did it come from then TW?”

“Wow, nice of you to ask.”

Early man was nomadic.  Early man followed its food source which was also nomadic in that it traveled north or south per the seasons.  Somewhere along the way “probably from watching animals,” man discovered that certain leafy things were good to eat.  With that advent of a developing agrarian culture, they stayed put, during seasonal changes.

Oops it got cold, and we are naked, what shall we do?  I know, the animals have thick fur what if…?

I doubt that fig leaves were the first clothing and indeed doubt that they were created for modesty.

There is plenty of evidence to prove that early man had much more natural clothing, i.e., hair.  If you read Saga of the Starduster, I talk about that as the two species get to know one another.

The first clothing was most certainly for protection from the elements.  As they wore it more often, their bodies evolved losing much of the hair as now they did not need it for the warmth or protection.

“What is all the fuss about women going topless?”

Early man was used to being around nude people, and boobs did not act as sexual stimuli. As a person today when we go to the beach, and we see another person of the opposite sex, try to notice where your eyes go to when they are not looking into your eyes.

If you are honest, you will admit that they go to the parts of their bodies that are covered with some clothing whether it be a complete drapery of dress or a Wicked Weasel Bikini.  Why?

Our human brain will look for what is missing and fill in the blanks kind of like this “W_RD.”

It is human nature the way that we are designed, and once you wrap your brain around that, you can understand some of the problems with the question that we need answers to.

Because we are a “modest” society, breast and genitalia, have become sexualized to an extreme.  People have made fortunes exploiting that in magazines and other media by providing a peek at the nude human either in movie or picture or even through the written word.  Sex Sells, and that is due once again to our human nature.

It all goes to the reward center of our brains.  That same center that keeps us addicted to smoking and overeating.  Chemicals are released when we feed it. Release enough substances, and things start to happen.  With men they become priapic and women, libidinous.  Chemicals are released to begin the process of procreation, and that is just the way it all works.

Since most today are not used to seeing people without clothing, when they do, it starts the process. Let’s not pretend that it only happens with men either that would be a lie.

“But TW, it is not fair that men can walk around without shirts on and women cannot.”

“I know very few men who would fight a woman on that.  Those that believe everything in Genesis is the word of God might say that they are offended, but they would still sneak peeks.”  Why, they are men and are wired that way.  Other women that might have issues with it would be those that were insecure with their own body and truthfully that is their problem. And it is a problem as everyone is beautiful and that mindset that some are not is faulty.

“Well, why do men have tits?”

“What a great question!”  Men, you might want to skip over this next paragraph if you are fragile where your man card is concerned.

It would seem that when a fetus starts out it starts out as a female.  Yes, everyone that you know started out life as a girl.  For you overly religious types sorry to rock your world too.  Where Genesis talks again about taking a rib from Adam and creating Eve, the evidence would point to something entirely different.

Everyone starts out life as a female.

“How do you know that?”

Evidence.  Lots of lots of scientific evidence.

When the fetus hits a certain point in its development, things happen to genes to either virilize the baby in that womb, and turn it into a boy, or they don’t happen.  If they do, and everything works as it should the wiring in the brain changes.  The ovaries drop and turn into tentacles.  The clitoris turns into a penis, and the labia turn into a beautiful little house for the testicles called the scrotum.  That line up the middle of the scrotum boys, that is a scar where the labia formed to become the scrotum.  Yes, the tits are still there, they just don’t have the swollen mammary glands that females have.  Some men have actually been known to lactate.

How is that man card now boys?

Knowing that the only difference between male breasts and female breasts are swollen mammary glands, should it be legal for men to walk around topless?

“Now honestly, did you expect me to turn that around like that?”

Americans are prudish, and some are addicted to sex.  We have over-sexualized the female and to an extent the male through media from Hollywood.  Sex sells, and in advertising, we use it to sell everything from insurance to sports cars.

If you take prudish behavior and mix it in with Topless Tuesdays, we see some men who misbehave.

What are we as a society supposed to do?

I have some thoughts on that.

I would like to see parts or areas of cities where nudity is permissible. With warning signs in those areas alerting that those that have issues with nudity, should probably steer clear of the area.  Personally, I think it is healthy and normal. The human body and all of its bits are not sex toys for the addle-minded bible thumping go to hell or praise Jesus crowd.

The sex organ that some people define as genitalia is not in fact genitalia or breasts.  It is your brain.  All of the parts of you that make you unique are not your rude or wobbly bits.   What makes you the beautiful, talented, gorgeous person that you are, is sitting on top of your shoulders.  Anyone who thinks differently is not well educated or has been brainwashed by someone or something.  (In my humble opinion.)

“Why not nude downtown in Times Square?”

For the same reason that drunks should not go into places where alcohol is served, people with an addiction to pornography should not go into strip clubs or places where nude people can congregate together.  If we are all in some park and nude, you still have no right to come on to someone and act a fool.  The person who you are seeking to connect with is not the breasts and bush that you see, but the gray material between their ears.

I deal with this and much more in Saga of the Starduster which out of 25 Novels is my number one best seller.

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Much Love!

-TW

Can I be an activist and still be an author?

Does your opinion matter?

That question is a from one of my followers that took the time to e-mail me. I told her to read my response here on the blog.

  • Do you want to right wrongs, or sell books?
  • Are the two mutually exclusive?
  • Do you feel like tilting at windmills?

With social media today everyone is an activist. The trouble is most people believe exactly what they heard last from whatever news source they listened to.

If you watch or listen to Fox news only, or perhaps CNN, the two are diametrically opposite of each other. Since journalism in this country is dead, the two are furthering the divide or chasm in this country. That assist the political elite as they must have us divided so they can herd us to the polls when the time comes. Yes, we are being manipulated by the gods, (little g).

Social media has turned so caustic that I have all but removed myself from Facebook and just about refuse to spend much time reading tweets from trolls.

Yes, you can have an opinion but with a stipulation that you are so committed to your belief that you don’t care if it cost you readership or “translated,” sales.

Firstly people pick up our books “novels” to escape from their world.
The same types of people go to the movies to be entertained and escape.
Again we go to baseball and football and soccer and hockey etc. to be entertained.
With the television, we can turn the channel or switch it off.
At the game, we are stuck for whatever nonsense they do.

If we pick up a book that you wrote, we don’t want to have your political views overarching our fantasy to the misty moonlight over the garden. We want to know if he will show up as promised, or will it be his miserable old stepmother that will crawl out of her hole, and greet us with a cackling voice?

Some of these “celebrities” are stuffing it up big time.
Like many, I will not see a movie if it has some activist in it that I can see them in my mind’s eye spewing hate speech or some view based on talking points. I don’t want to think about politics or rich vs. poor or guns or any of that trash.

The reason they should keep their opinions to themselves is that we think we know them from the roles that they play.

We see them as altruistic, and we think we might like to know them. Thank writers like you and me for that one. The chances are good that some of those people on the screen that you think you love are vapid, narcissistic, slime from the black lagoon. I could be wrong, but I doubt it. I have known too many that had much money in their lives, and they are hollow inside. The veneer on my desk has more depth to it than most of them. They get paid to regurgitate lines and emote.

When a good part of the country are sycophants for these “idols,” you can see why we don’t want to alienate them.

Writers, on the other hand, are not insipid beings. We cannot be, or we could not string a noun and a verb together in the same sentence and make it coherent. When you read my novels, you get a small sense of who I am.

Growing up with friends whose parents were very well to do, I watched them transform from human to god status. Soon I was too much of an insect to be friends with. The truth of the matter is, they were also hollow and had bought into the lie.

I worked through school; they did not. I bought everything that I needed from the toils of my labor. They had a credit card and checking account from mom. They had beautiful new cars, and I had what I could afford.

When I was not available to hang with, because I had to work, they soon found others to hang with that did not work. These were childhood friends that I grew up with. I lost contact with them after this time of my life. Money and power just screw some people up severely.

If you should choose to share some opinion and call others out on it, the odds are good you will offend half of the population or possible readers of your work.

It is a free country and by all means, follow your heart. I was asked for an opinion, so I am opining.

A natural question that you might have is; after all these years would you like to catch up with them?

“No. They were obviously fair weather friends. Since I am still working a day job, and writing by candlelight as it were, I would still be an insect to them. Am I ashamed of my status you might ask?”

“Hell no! If it is going to happen, I am going to make it happen. This is my passion in life, and that is worth more than their silver spoon, credit card from mom!” I treasure the memories of our friendships before they lost their sole.

Onto more exciting news, Saga of the Starduster is September’s number one seller for me, and for October thus far it looks like it is going to continue. If you are one of the readers, thanks so much for that!

I am halfway through my 26th novel and am taking a small hiatus as I came up with an idea for a short story. I Usually don’t do this as it is hard to get started again but this story I think will be perfect for Asimov magazine. I know that limits what it will make in revenue to a one-time flat price but, I like to keep myself in print in other places too.

That story is close to halfway through so stay tuned; I will let you know what goes on with it.

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Much Love! -TW

“How do you manage to produce so many books while working a full-time job?”

Learn how to find more time to write.

Paraphrased, this is probably the question that I get asked the most.

Action plan

To know what direction you are headed you need what?  You need a goal. If I, for instance, wanted to drive to Chicago from Dallas how would that work?

When I was a lot younger and had no deadlines pressing me, I might throw some clothes in a couple of bags, hire someone to watch the house, get into the car and point it north.

I love road trips without real purpose. However, we have stated that we have an end goal of arriving in Chicago.

Heading north as stated earlier would not get me to Chicago but North Dakota or Minnesota if not Canada. Again all great destinations but, missing our goal entirely.

Firstly we must map out our route which even with the technology we have today, there are several possibilities.

There was a time in my life when driving for twelve or thirteen hours straight was no big deal.  Now, not so much.  I would at least stop halfway.  Planning my trip today would include points of interests along the way, and I would indeed drive out of my way to see or visit something along the way.  These types of activities often provide fodder for manuscripts.

Let’s face it, if time were a real issue, I would hop on board a plane and be there within hours.

My action plan would include proper clothing for the season, as well as places to stop along the way.

The action plan would indeed include something known as “Time management.”

Writing a term paper or a novel is not much different.  With time being the common denominator that we all share, it is also the one thing that we must all guard against wasting.

What do you do with your time?

If you are uncertain about the validity of what I am saying; for a week log every minute of your day.  Don’t cheat.  Much like writing what you eat to assist you in a diet, try keeping up with what you did during the day.  Time management is crucial, and you must be good at it to be successful in life.

I think that sitting in front of the TV being conditioned continuously by whatever you are putting into your head is possibly one of the worst ways of wasting your precious time on this earth.  I truly think that it also dulls your senses and might rob you of who you truly are by supplanting what you know for ideas which are just bullshit.  Someone’s ideas that are put forth in a way to convince you that your long-held beliefs are false.

That is my opinion, and possibly you have a differing one.  We all know people who live through the TV.  Cancelling the cable might be not only a good money saver but, you might find you now have time to do other things.

Not only do we have TV and Netflix but, we have the computer or internet, and of course we have our tablets or phones to steal our time.  We spend so much time communicating nonsense with countless others, that we don’t communicate with those that we are the closest to.

How do you manage to write so much and work a daytime job?

What little I see of TV in passing makes me shake my head. Hundreds of cable channels to fill and they come up with some of the lamest stuff ever.  I am waiting for one of the channels to be of grass growing or paint drying.

Our Culture is changing and in many ways, I don’t think for the better.  Morality has taken a hit as our role models now often spend time behind bars for beating their wives or some other criminal offense.

I could go on and write a complete book about narcissist and sycophants but that is outside the scope of this blog post.  If you want a role model, my friends, look into the mirror and become that which you seek!

Years ago I was on a cruise to Alaska and we parked by one of the glaciers watching it melt.  Yes, if it were not just a glorious day to be outside on the balcony watching ice melt, I would have been pissed.  Finally a large chunk of ice “calved” and that was the highlight of the afternoon.  The massive ship rocked as the ripple from the tons of ice falling into the abyss reached out to us.  Feeling the effect of the displacement of so much water, made the time spent stationary that afternoon, and subsequent sunburn, more tolerable.

Don’t misunderstand me, you must do things in life, especially if you are a writer.  You must travel.  You must speak with people of all walks of life.  I make it a point to learn people’s names and something about them wherever I go.  People are what make life worth it to me.  You are interesting.  Sitting in front of the TV like so many do, getting spoon fed someone’s idea of what is morally acceptable changes the entire audience over time.

The Stepford wives come to mind as so many people around the globe watch things produced in Hollywood.  Our values or Hollywood’s values reach far and wide.

In Saga of the Starduster, I have my aliens tune into our TV to see what they are about to deal with.  Finding Sharknado on the screen, their first impressions are that the sharks are the apex life forms, and humans are their prey.   Not too far from reality except these sharks travel by manipulating vortices and attack bipedal creatures who have chainsaws mounted on their appendages.

When the Ularins tune across a football game, my aliens think that this is some sort of war and the football must be explosive.

If Aliens were listening to our radio and watching our Hollywood version of life, what would they think?

“How do I manage to write so much?”

I try not to waste time, and I scheduled several hours a day to either write or market my books.  Having said that I also look for opportunities to go out into the world and be part of it.  Watching it through the eyes of some Hollywood producer is not the way I care to figure out who we are as a people and why we are the way that we are.

Time management is key to life in general, not just creating your first or twenty-first novel.  Make time for what you are passionate about.  If that is writing, don’t let a good idea get lost in the shuffle of the noise in our lives.

You Mom’s and want to be authors, don’t allow your dreams to get cast aside.  God invented Bed Times so parents can still live a life. Enforce them while killing the internet and other things that might keep the urchins up and in your face.  We had quite times an hour before bedtime which meant they could read.  Lights out was strictly enforced. Not only so they got enough sleep, but so we could still have some modicum of life.  Phones are taken away at dinner time, and bedtime.  There is no excuse to allow a child to take an active screen to bed with them. Like us, they need their sleep.

Laptops and writing worked just as well as reading for me as an author.  Just saying.

Shameless plug for my work.

While many of you are downloading my books, I need many more to follow me here, and on Twitter.  I spent way too much time working on my novels and not enough time marketing them.  I just knew that once my first book was published, it would sell millions and I would be able to stop the day job.  HA!

The sales are enough to give me hope, but not near enough even to let me think about chucking the day job.  I have some great ideas that are waiting to come out on paper!  Share my work, follow me and tell your friends.   Thanks for the follows and of course the purchases!

Much Love–TW

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