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

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

My how the world has changed.

I need to get back to fiction.

If you are like me, that mask drives me nuts. What’s worse than the mask is the lack of person-to-person contact.

I read on social media where there might be a lack of availability of things to buy for Christmas this year. “Start now, the meme decried.”

I believe that hugs would be the perfect gift. Wrapping them is easy, no paper is wasted, and your feelings for the person are expressed much clearer than any gift card could accomplish.

People who have never held a job might not appreciate hugs vs. stuff but, when you can buy what you want, material things don’t pack the punch that they once did.

Real hugs are not for sale.  Polite hugs offered at social gatherings are not real, and any fool knows it.

After visiting more doctors’ offices this last year than bees visiting my garden, one thing in common stood out.

Hand sanitizer. Right beside the Purell dispenser is this dehumanizing sign.

“This is a hand shake-free zone.”

How sad is that?

Don’t touch; stay six feet away, cover your face.  

Like cattle, we line up to get vaccinated only to learn the vaccine doesn’t really work.

We wear more than one mask that doesn’t work either but, it shows that you are obedient.

Fauci announced on one of the mainstream outlets that he has an idea why people don’t like him.

There is no mystery. You were part of the process of creating the virus, you used tax dollars to fund gain of function research (that is a biological weapon for those of you who don’t know,) and you lied about your involvement time and time again.  While the Communist News Network runs cover for you, the truth will come out.

Some journalists somewhere will grow a pair. They will realize that their involvement in peddling lies is tantamount to dumping thousands of 55-gallon drums of toxic poison into the ocean rather than disposing of it correctly.

(The makers of DDT did this in California…it is still there. )

Much like the single-bullet theory of JFK’s assassination has been debunked by more experts than lies told by Biden himself, the truth will come out.

Anyone with eyes to see and ears to hear certainly can tell by now that if they voted for Biden, they screwed up.

Zuckerberg spent damned near half a billion dollars to sway the election in Biden’s favor; why?  Social media interfered with the election and, congress won’t touch it because social media giants fund their campaigns.

Government has a long and sordid history of controlling the masses through fear, anger, and, yes, racism.

A quick trip down memory lane will prove that what I am saying is the truth.

For me, it started with gas shortages under Carter, which was nothing more than a mechanism to get the price of oil up, so those that controlled it made more money.

For the younger folks, you might remember Y2K was going to cause airplanes to fall from the skies.

How about Anthrax of 2001 or perhaps West Nile of 2002?  We also had SARS, Bird Flu, E.coli, the dreaded financial collapse of 2008, followed by Swine flu. 

Swine flu is where we saw Purell make its debut into the market as a player.

In 2014 Ebola came to our shores, and the media hyped it 24 7. “Were you scared?”

2015 ISIS was cutting people’s heads off on the nightly news.  The executions were filmed in such detail it was almost as if Hollywood produced them.  Were you scared then? Were you ready to give up more of your rights to be safe from the boogie man?

2016 came the Zika virus and nobody came out with a vaccine for it.

Fauci is on record about this time, telling people that Trump would have to deal with a pandemic if he is elected.  How did he know this?

2020 we have a virus made for prime time released on the world from Wuhan, China. “You can’t say that; it’s like you have issues with Chinese people. That makes you a racist.”

“No bitch, it makes me someone who tells the truth. Its point of origin has nothing to do with the people that live there. We need the facts if we are to vanquish it. Hiding behind lies will not assist the world in any way, shape or form.”

Therapeutics, much like Tamiflu, is where we need to focus our energies. 

Big pharma has tons of real-life data to analyze.  At $20 a shot here in the US, they should have enough funding to research their mRNA technologies further in order to create the perfect cancer drug. Isn’t it time to stop allowing people to die while you fiddle?  

I started this blog with a virtual hug, and I would like to end it with one.

In one of my novels, I talk about the hug in an almost erotic manner.

An embrace that brings skin to skin, bone to bone, and yes, breasts to breasts. The warm moist breath of your lover becomes part of you as you embrace. Some believe that exchanging this level of intimacy is almost spiritual, as spirit loosely translated means breath.

Polynesians of old bump noses and breathe in each other’s spirit.

However, you do it, whatever your custom is, find those that you can hug and do so.

As long as money is changing hands, we will have this pandemic and all of its nuances with us for some time.

Is Covid real?  I have had it.  I survived the first round, got it again months later, and now I am double vaccinated.

Someone created the perfect weapon to thin out the world’s population.  It goes after those who are sickly or old. Those are probably the same people who no longer contribute to society (aka taxes.)

As a writer, this seems like a logical conclusion.

Is this about climate change or economics?

Five million deaths are not near enough to affect the climate. Do we tweak the virus again to go after the next group of people?

Do we teach the virus to go after certain ethnicities next? Are we practicing eugenics?

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

Aristotle surmised that man is a social creature; he either lives in society or if alone he is one of two things, a beast or a god. Those creatures lying in waste on the streets of our cities, with more chemicals in them than not, are no longer part of society; what are they?

Have we come to the point of creating a class of disposable people?

What do the elites have in mind? A politician in Australia let the phrase ‘new world order’ slip while speaking to the media.

For there to be one controlling government, there could only be one country or governing authority.  The rest of the world would necessarily need to be subservient and in need from that authority for it to work.

Think about it as you contemplate voting for socialists.

Now, go hug those that you love and wash your hands.

-TW

The Enemy Within

Should we try writing each other instead of FB posts?

We have been trying to get in touch with you about your automobile warranty.

This singular phrase, not to mention the other nonsense that goes with it, caused me to kill the Magic Jack.

There is a good chance that in this day and time, some of you are so lonely that a call from someone (a robot) trying to sell you something you don’t need is a good thing. Not me.

The one phone I have not killed only rings in one room.  I removed all of the other phones and tossed them. The recycle bin has at least six phones, two base units, and a Magic Jack. They all work perfectly; I want them gone.

My internet phone will be the following line silenced by the end of this year. I plan to port that number to a cell phone that I can turn off.

As a writer, I don’t need the distractions every thirty minutes by some telemarketer. (A robot.)

As a person attempting to hang on to my sanity, I certainly don’t need interruptions.

Many of you might feel this way; I pay for the phone for my use, not that of robots.

Not that many years ago, I called a friend I had not heard from in years.  The screeching voice on the other end of the phone shocked me. “WHAT DO YOU WANT!?”

My friend was probably two steps further down the road than I am. Embarrassed by his response, he will not call, and that friendship is lost.

I don’t want to be that cray-cray voice on the other end of the line.  Mitigating the interruptions early on seems to be one way to keep my sanity intact.  

Magic Jack has tried to lure me back into the fold with deals.  Your device, along with several phones, cables, and power adapters, will soon be in a grinding machine turning it back into the dust from which it came.

It’s not often I quote the bible, and this is a paraphrase, but…Mathew 5:27-30 If thine right eye offends thee pluck it out…

What that means is, if there is something in your life that causes you to stumble, remove it.

My passion in life is to improve my craft of writing and put out material that is worth reading.  With the phone ringing every few minutes, the impediment to my goal is obvious.

Screens, Alexa, and a host of other diversions are also part of the issue. As you discover which ones are which, pluck them out. Alexa is off my desk, and when I am writing, I put it in do not disturb.

In all honesty, I can tell you that social media is an impediment and an unhealthy addiction.  Many that I know only check it when on the toilette. That might be a good strategy if you can keep to it.

What if you cannot keep to it?  What if you sit up half the night and find yourself scrolling through endless want-to-be-influencers with stupid videos?

Is this time on social media time that you are taking away from your family?

Is Social media that important?

Do you think that all those 468 friends would come to your funeral if god forbid the covid got you?

Are you so insecure that you need the affirmations from people you don’t even know to like your latest cat picture?

Yes, there can be mental issues with Social media, and they can be severe enough that getting professional help might be advisable.

What about those friends and the baby pictures???

Here is a simple test to tell how important they are.

If you were to remove Facebook from your phone or tablet, how many of those ‘friends’ would take the time to write you an e-mail or letter?

How many of those same people would you take the time to reach out to via the written word?

Those are the only people that truly matter in your life.  The rest are just noise.

Noise, much like the ringing of the phone, is toxic. Remove it.

-Best

TW

Just who did you shoot?

Who should you believe?

If you are like me, you might pay attention to the news in an abbreviated fashion.

I selectively allow certain issues to filter into my thoughts as I am a creative type.

Gabby Petito and her demise brought about a shift in the way I ingested those snippets of news.  The final shoe has yet to fall. Much like Natalie Wood, this is a tragic case at best.

It is my prayer that our forensics is much better today, and we don’t screw this investigation up.  The guilty need to pay.

These types of stories can be fodder for what we write. I am not heartless, just pragmatic when I suggest this.  These stories could be weaved into the fabric of our creations as cautionary tales.

Years ago, the movies seem to have morality to them, well, the ones I watched.

What passes for entertainment today seems lacking in such things. Your mileage may vary.

“If you want to know a person read what they write.”

Give that statement some thought, and then think back to your favorite authors. 

Somewhere in all of the books out there, and all of the movies that try to outdo each other with shock and ‘frankly PTSD’ material, that mess came from somewhere.

Today we see where it comes from, oozing out of the minds of those who are less mentally stable than others. 

We have witnessed people going ape shit in a store for no real reason.  We watched four friends turn on one of their own in a Walmart, killing her in cold blood.  Using a knife from a display, they chased her down and in the murderer’s words, not mine….’I stabbed the bitch in the heart.’ She did this while posting the whole event live on social media.

Four-letter words and other altercations in public are much more common.  What used to be relegated to road rage is commonplace in public spaces. The screws are coming out, and we need to realize that others are feeling just as rattled and upset as you are.

With domestic disturbances on the rise, the cops are in a bad situation. Police are suffering the same mental effects caused by the destruction of what they know to be ‘normal.’ Power-hungry megalomaniacs using this disaster as a way to gain more power are the true enemy.

Much like the Patriot Act of twenty years ago chiseled away our rights, they will use Covid to remove yet more of them.

If the assholes in the US were really concerned about doing their jobs, they would not be inviting tens of thousands of invaders in through the southern border.  These migrants are from over 190 different countries, not vetted or checked for covid or any other communicable diseases. They are then bussed, sent by airplane, or transported in some way to major cities all over the country.

These souls looking for a new life will be nothing more than slaves to corporations who control the folks in DC.  You might have noticed that neither Republicans nor Democrats have stood up and tried to stop it.  If you only listen to the Communist News Network or the People’s Republic of Madow, you might not even be aware that it is happening.

It is disgusting to think that black anchors on these same networks are perpetuating a lie that will enslave millions of migrants to do the bidding of a particular party. I guess history does repeat itself.

These new slaves are cheap labor to replace the morons searching for $15 an hour to flip burgers. The servants of the elites are also a new voting block to replace the Darwin contenders currently overdosing on the same drugs flowing in with the migrants.

If you want to learn who your enemies are, search Google, “Who is for open borders.”  Once you do that, look at the organizations shilling for Biden.  There are dozens of fact-checking media companies telling you nothing to see here. Dig deeper, and you will find that most of them are controlled or owned by mega-media giants.

There is plenty to see; you just have to look further than with search engines controlled by propagandists with an agenda.

Once you know who is protecting Biden and his disasters, discount any news from their sites. Just possibly, you might get an idea of who is who.

The media is not your friend. Social media is certainly not your friend. They all take their marching orders from people who are offering them money for their silence on the truth and for the lies to further their agenda.

All that is missing is an enemy to use as a disruption of the facts.  Race is always a good distraction because most people are, to some degree, racists. Ignore it all you like but, human nature is to have a prejudice against those who are not exactly like you.

Sure, we can be civil to those who are not exactly like us but, that little bit of bias is there as it comes from the animal kingdom, which we all hail from.

What is happening in the US has spilled over to the rest of the world. Australia, Germany, and others are using COVID as a way to refocus the world’s attention on a new enemy.  Much like blaming the Jews during WWII, we now have an active attack on White people. 

To create a focal point for everyone else to hate, they have made it class war, blaming white people as predisposed to white privilege.  Again, it is a label that puts any white person automatically on the defensive.  There is no defense, even if you live on the street under a bridge. You are guilty, period.

That, too, is a complete fabrication, designed to distract from what they are up to.

The world is going insane. What does the skin color of anyone have to do with anything?

If you can honestly tell me that it does, then you my friend, are the racist. Either you believe a lie perpetuated by ambiguous emotional triggers or you are at heart a real racist.

‘Judge not lest ye be judged.’

As Fox Mulder said so many times on X-Files, the truth is out there.

Best -TW

Writing Priorities, Maximizing your Potential for Profit.

Why do we write?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who will your audience be?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Much Love -TW

Time Wasters That Keep You From Writing.

What are your distractions?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The smart phone and social media are two stumbling blocks. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Best -TW

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