The Long and Winding Road…Do you need GPS?

Do you need a map or is your compass all you need?

I love road trips. I don’t know about you, but with me, I am never in a hurry. Hurry equals anxiety which I don’t need. What does a road trip look like for you?

I have a rough idea of where I need to end up around dark thirty. I don’t like driving at night, so I try to be situated in the vicinity of where I will spend the night before evening tea.
The road less traveled generally interests me as that is where you will find the small shops that time has almost forgotten. Since the box stores had all but killed the mom and pop shops, I look for them when I travel. Once there you will usually find “Mom and Pop!”

Those brave souls that dare to fight the box stores or the mega marts are a dying breed. I search them out and try hard to purchase something from them. Yes, it is usually overpriced, and of course, if it is food, it is probably not as fresh as I could get off the main drag. Still, the moms and pops have a story to tell.
Usually, if you are at a mega-mart, you will not find the stories there as their bosses will not be happy if they take a moment to chat. I do chat. I will learn their name, and try to learn something about them. Before I go, it is my goal to leave them with a smile.

Those that might be with me are amazed at how those people’s demeanor change when I am working magic on them. It is my magic, and no it is not witchcraft. I like names. I try to put a personality with a name, and I can only do that if I engage them. You have no doubt been somewhere in some line and the person checking folks out is surly or truculent while watching the clock until their break or time to go home. Folks that is depressing.
Those folks I try a little harder to leave a smile on them. Smiles are contagious you see. If I can get him or her to smile the next person in line might catch their smile and just maybe it will find its way to others who need one.
When you toss a pebble in a pond of water, the waves radiate away from it until the energy from the stone has dissipated entirely. If you can make an impact on the person behind the counter just how many others will see that impact and they themselves might be impacted?
That is the brilliance of comedians. Bob Hope, one of the all-time greats, sacrificed much of his life touring with the USO bringing joy and happiness to soldiers who were often in harm’s way or in grim situations. Before comedians became activist, they were delightful to watch. Now they spread hate and discontent.
The road we are on often has a fork.
Just like a smile is contagious so is hate. During the Christmas season when things are crazy how many times have you seen shoppers take out their frustrations on the person behind the counter?
That too gets passed down the line.
The twists and turns in life often take us by surprise, and that is ok. It is how we handle those revelations which define our character or who we are.
Yes, the long and winding road is a metaphor for life, and sometimes we need a GPS.
“Make a legal U-turn when possible!”
What does it take for you to realize that the path your on is not the right one?
My life often is fraught with “recalculating.”
As an author, our lives are different than most. We spend a lot of time alone with our thoughts. If we are inspired at three in the morning, we get up and write. A fun story for us may not be a best seller. Just maybe people don’t really want to read about the things that delight us.
“Veer right in 100 yards.”
Authors must be marketing gurus if they don’t have an agent. Even if they do have one, who is your agent? Do they know what they are talking about?
My novels are selling worldwide, and that makes me happy. I still have a day job because the royalty payments are just like those few good shots in golf that keep you coming back for more frustration.

  • Robyn Williams did a brilliant skit on golf which I still remember. The truth is you get a few good shots that keep you coming back to the course to do it again and again. Why do it?
    • I enjoy the outing.
    • I enjoy the fresh air and comradery with friends and business associates.
    • More business is transacted on the golf course than the boardroom.
    • Writing is that way too, I enjoy what I do.
    • I enjoy telling a story.
    • I love reading what I wrote and making it better.
    • I love the art of marketing what I write. What do I need to say about this story that will have people willing to download it?

Price is a small factor in the general scheme of things.

When the next release of 50 shades or Harry Potter were released, people did not care that it was $15, or whatever the price was. They had to know what happened next!

My Hole In time series was like that on Kindle Unlimited. Free with Prime and people read it and seemed to enjoy it. Would they have read it if it were not free?

Until I hit that magical place where the GPS tells me that I have reached my destination, I will continue to plug away. Thankfully I love what I write so at least one person will be thrilled when the next book is finished.
What about you? Where are you headed? Where does your road lead? Are you happy with your life? Are you an aspiring writer or artist? Perhaps you are a musician. What in your life makes you look forward to tomorrow?
I invite you to saddle up and ride with me as I travel the road less traveled. I might in fact cut across an open prairie, find a comfortable place and camp out under the stars.

Our ancestors did this, can you?
When I think of what their life was like without a smartphone or phone for that matter. To be isolated on a thousand acres of land where a trip to the store was an all-day affair. Can you imagine?

What if families actually talked with one another without the aid of facebook or SMS?

Much Love -TW

Come Away With Me…

Yes, it is that easy to take a trip to another galaxy and never leave your comfy reading place!

I love Norah Jones, well I love her music… I have no idea what kind of person she is but if her music is any indication of her soul, I would love to know her.

I was thinking of this as I was working on a new novel this evening.

While music resonates with my soul and who I am, my words, thoughts, and imagery are what I offer to you the reader.

As I take you on that mountaintop in Under Roswell or that fantasy in deep space or under the ocean, I invite you to come away with me.

Together we shall travel the depths of the oceans or the skies miles above them.  We can learn some secrets of the universe or what lies beneath the sea in Ghost Signal from Colorado Springs.

So come away with me through these novels that I have created.

I try not to let the news of the day affect me or my creative style, but it often does.  I see it time and time again as I witness the sheer lunacy of those in charge and the crazies out there rebelling in destructive ways.  Movies and novels are a form of escapism, so I offer you a pathway out of the trials and tribulation of life or your particular rut.  Come away with me through my words as we travel together saving a race of beings from their short-sightedness.  Might we learn something from them that we can use in our world?  Come away, and let’s find out!

I received an e-mail asking me if I really meant it when I signed my writings with “Much Love?”

“Of course I do!”

The followers here on WordPress and of course twitter and most importantly the base of readers building worldwide… They have come away with me.  What about you?

Out of thirty novels, certainly, you can find one that interests you.  Take a journey with me through Scotland in the Girl Nextdoor. This book is full of magic!

Discover that all life has meaning in the Hole in Time series.

Come away with me as we learn that love comes in many shapes and sizes.  Diamond Joe is probably my most romantic novel where part of me is in that book. I love reading it again and again as I found parts of myself, my soul within those words. I have put it back on sale through the spring for less than a cup of coffee from Starbucks.

Come away with me and listen to the seabirds calling to you too.  There is magic in their cries, can you hear it?  Come, lets listen together…

From adventure to Sci-Fi to something slightly tawdry I have tried my hand at it.  I did it to attract the many different readers out there that might want to come away with me for a bit.  Most of the comments from readers are food for my soul, and I much appreciate them and you.

As time permits, do Come Away with Me… I won’t sing you a song but, I will tell you a bedtime story, or I will entertain you on a rainy day where a comfy chair and hot tea awaits you on our journey to somewhere.

If you are so moved, please invite your readers or friends to come away with us, as we discover what lies behind that wormhole, or perhaps through that door.

Much Love -TW

Feeding your Characters, Part II

What sparks your creative juices?

 

Waves of Emotions, Does the Moon Affect them like the Tides of the oceans?

Many of you know that I have been dealing with the loss of a close friend who recently passed.  The things in life that we take for granted, the smile, knowing look, the chuckle that you caused,  and that voice on the other end of the line that you come to know as your lifeline to reality, those are precious… When those are gone, and you are left alone…the tides roll.

As one who has always “adopted” older friends it has been my privilege to know and care for many that have since passed. Each and every one unique and precious and missed.  Two of the last three I was asked to do their Eulogy, which if you have never done, try and get through it without becoming a basket case in front of countless people.  It is not easy.

The more you care, the more it hurts, and the harder it is.

Spending days writing it I finally had to remove anything in it that would trigger me, and then it was still a challenge.

Today I was dealing with their family trying to be of some assistance, and it brought back the pain all over again.  Facing the “residual” of a friend trying to assess some monetary value to it as to assist their survivors is just miserable!

The “things” the treasures that charmed them and we are now relegated to boxes of stuff waiting for an estate sale.

I often go to antique malls looking for trinkets that “charm” me but more often than not I look for things that might inspire a story.

From strange tools to old tchotchkes that someone treasured a long time ago interests me.  I once bought an ancient relic that looked like it belonged to some tribe in some dark jungle as I thought if I could imbue it with magical properties it might make a story.  Who knows.

I sift through old black and white photos of people who have long since passed that have found their way to the antique malls and make up little stories about them as I hold their picture in my hand.  If the story sounds good, I buy the image, and he or she becomes a character in a novel.

Many of you can relate to the loss of a loved one.  You know that the waves are real and sometimes they can bury you.  I keep some memento of them around me as they were important to me for decades.

How do you deal with loss?

Stuff cannot replace them.

The things we find in antique malls are just effects that meant something to someone long ago.

On multiple occasions, I have purchased boxes of “things” on eBay.  This one box I bought the person who sold it took care to wrap each individual thing in tissue.  There were old lenses from glasses.  There was a model of an old delta airplane. There was a marionette that is probably from the thirties. There were some timeworn cufflinks, a watch and just basically a drawer of someone’s stuff that was put into a box and sold. There was even a broken glass figurine of a toucan. Where did that come from and how it did come to be in that drawer and how did it get broken.

I got the box and looked at each and every little thing including the old glasses.  This was the residual of a life. The old airplane they probably got when they flew.  The little marionette might have been passed down to them from a grandparent.  The watch was old and well-worn but, it too told a story.

I carefully wrapped the stuff back up and stored it away for a future day when I need an idea.  Those trinkets will live again in some story and by them becoming part of one of my novels, the previous owner in some small way will also live again through my words.

If you are a writer, go visit antique malls.  Spend time looking at the trinkets on display, and if something sparks a thought,, you know what to do.

Some things I snap a picture of as I have no desire to haul some piece of furniture home but….I found an article that I will tell you about.

In this old downtown store, there was this small desk that belonged in a classroom from eons ago. The chair was in front, and the actual desk with the writing surface that lifted and a place to store crayons and such were underneath the writing surface.

This was designed very differently in that the chair in front of the person who used the surface of the desk was contingent on the person sitting in the chair not moving the desk.  It was, in fact, a piss poor design to get the maximum amount of students in one small space but…Wow!

I immediately thought of “Good Night John Boy!”

Many of us go into such places looking for something to charm us to purchase it.  I look for fodder for stories.  I never know what will “trigger or spark” an idea.

Search “box of crap” on eBay and see what comes up.  I used to challenge people to pick up an item and write a story about it.  I would have a box of stuff and tell them to reach in and grab something without looking.  Take it back to their desk and write.

To you my pretties, feed your characters.  Find an item and write something on your blog, and tell me about it.

 

Much Love -TW

 

Kitties, Titties and Winks A Novel by TWScott #comingsoon

After several of you sent e-mails about my last project, it was made clear to me that there are those who appreciate a toasty derriere.  I am always happy to consider topics suggested by my followers and or fan base here and on Twitter.

I put aside my current project of Gods and Insects and came up with over 90K words of fantasy juxtaposed with some appropriate thoughts and situations regarding clothing optional places and activities.

This novel which is at the editor; is more fantasy than about nudism but, the clothing optional ideals I hold sacrosanct and do not besmirch them…much…  I do take artistic license just a little.

The tagline “Nudity is Normal” is in the book.

Follow me here and or on Twitter for release dates.  If the last two Nudists novels are any indication, there seem to be many of you who appreciate that kind of writing. Thanks for the encouragement!

Two college roommates graduate and sink back into their regular home routine. Once returning home to live with their parent’s things are eerily familiar.  From sleeping late to picking up their chores before college, backsliding to childhood was almost too easy.

When the former roommates missed each other enough, they decided to get together to shop and talk and do what young ladies do. One of the two takes the risk of alienating her closest friend by finally acknowledging her feelings for her.  This admission sparks a conversation which starts the snowball rolling as the two embrace their feelings taking them to the next level.  One of them, however, has a dark fantasy and is hopeful the other will help her play it out.

Joan’s mother; also attracted to ladies makes for an interesting twist to the story. Gloria plots to make money, treating her daughter’s new lover as an object with the idea to offer to the highest bidder. Her plan goes awry when emotions enter into the developing triangle that would divide most.   This story is rife with humorous situations, romance, and fantasy.

Kitties, Titties and Winks, is an enjoyable lighthearted lesfic with some mild BDSM and lots of love.

When Mellissa is encouraged and eventually transformed into a model by Joan’s mother, the story takes flight.  The journey will have you turning the pages as you come to know the characters and enjoy the sensations of young people in love while experimenting with their sexuality. Adult 18+

If you know of, or are an agent, that would like to represent a proven author, I am still an independent author after 30 published novels which are selling all over the globe.

Why?

  • Each Query letter takes a minimum of four hours if you do it correctly.
  • Firstly you must subscribe to a service for authors which assist you in knowing if they are a predator or editor. *
  • You must then research the field of possible agents that have your particular Genre in their portfolio of desired works.
  • You need to look at if they are accepting new submissions.
  • Then you must research the agent to see what they have published recently and how often they actually release something.
  • Then you must look at what they published and see if it is indeed similar to what you are offering.
  • Now you must read and adhere to the specifics of the query letter format that they require to even look at your submission.  Every jot and tittle must be strictly observed.
  • Now, if you have done all that, you then word the “hook” as best you possibly can.

Four hours for each letter is a conservative estimate, and no two agents want it the same way.

When you read their requirement, and then at the end, they say something to the effect “If you never hear from us consider it a pass!”  Why indeed

*A word about predators.

There are many out there who are indeed predators who “prey” on independent authors. For a small Dollar amount, they guarantee to get your manuscript in front of the right people.  For a  few dollars, they will edit your document. For a few dollars, they will do this or that.

There is nothing wrong with a service, it is capitalism.  What makes you the proverbial sheep in a field of wolves???  Your manuscript is the next Tale of Two Cities, you know it in your heart of hearts, you just need to get past the bubble gum chewing, snot-nosed intern, working for their mother in her basement, and get your work on their desk.

You need to get past the intern with big plans to be an agent one day so they can dream of throwing your manuscript in the proverbial trash because they know more than their boss.

Those predators out there have taken advantage of better, smarter, brighter people than you, so don’t be fooled.

In short you have no objectivity, that makes you the sheep.

Everyone thinks that they can write.  Teens who recently found that there are more to words than expletives believe that they can write.  All of those millions of want to be authors are peddling their “stuff” in the form of query letters to those interns who think that they can also write.

Amazon and other “services” take 30% or your royalties and possibly more to host your manuscript and that is it.  They don’t edit, assist with the cover art, marketing, nothing!

They too will sell you services in the way of marketing…They get your money….

Agents take 30%, and they edit, create cover art, market and assist you with your story for consistency and a whole host of other things.  They also can get more than $2.99 for 100,000 words.

On Amazon and the like, you are competing with everyone!  It only takes one person who feels that you are a threat to buy your book and then write a terrible review.  I had this happen to my number one best selling book.  It is clear that they never read it from what they wrote.

While authors are not in competition, and I do my best to assist other authors, the reality is that some are out there who just are not friendly people.

The bottom line my pretty’s is this.  If you think you can write. Good for you.  If you want to write, good for you.  If you’re going to spend hours of your life begging for some agent to look at your work, good for you.

I write for the pleasure of writing and creating the story.  I write because I continually get people contacting me telling me that they liked this or that.  Some suggest I might change this or that and that is ok.  I do it for me!  I still have a day job.

When I look at my bank statement and I see all those Amazon deposits from different countries it gives me some satisfaction as well.  Thanks for that.  If you are one of my readers I really do appreciate you!

Again contact me here on the blog, write me an email at TWSCOTT (at) TWScott823.com

Check out my website at www.authortwscott.com.

Much Love, TW

Follow the link to my author page on Amazon for more information.

https://www.amazon.com/TW-Scott/e/B01M6CUM1Y

Day 1 2018 Zombies are Real!

Sitting here at the keyboard on the first day of 2018.  All is quiet in the house; not even the cats are stirring. I too feel like my mind should be still as I did imbibe a little-fermented grape juice or was it whiskey. Hmmm.   At least I returned home with the clothes that I went out with.  I think….

Somewhere during the witching hours of eating, dancing, drinking, waiting for a big ball to drop, and hoping anything that I said or did does not end up on YouTube, it got damned cold for Texas.  The plants that I covered up to protect are now plantsicles.

The hotel this morning was awash with zombies.  Young child creatures carrying oversized teddy bears thought that screaming at the top of their lungs was a fun thing, as they watched the zombies shrivel to almost pulp. The piercing sounds that could break glass were no match however for the evil stares from the zombies who tried to use their magical powers to silence the evil imps.  Had they looked into the eyes of the Zombies they surely would have evaporated into steam or possibly frozen into marble statues to stand as a stark reminder to the other urchins, never taunt or antagonize a zombie on New Year’s Day!

I did not fall into the undead or walking dead category this beautiful day.  I don’t know if that is a good thing or a bad thing.  I saw the ragamuffins as someone else’s problem and went about my way to find one of the carts that hotels often have in good supply.  Waiting over an hour by the cart return area, two zombies of unknown sex or age came walking at a snail’s pace, pushing said cart as if they were Sisyphus struggling to manage the two roller bags and one black dress.  Slowly losing ground against the load, a bellhop took pity on them, or me, and assisted them with their load.

One of the zombies went to the door only to be met with the harsh reality of “DAMN ITS COLD OUT!”

I, although annoyed by the lack of courtesy of the zombies laughed at the sudden jolt of life that seem to lurch through the embalmed veins of the gray creature. Color of some sort seemed to well up from somewhere deep inside the beast as their animated arm movements caused some circulation of the antifreeze still sloshing through the carcass of this fiend. For the first time, I was able to tell that it was the male of the species.  I could tell this as it growled in a deep voice as it struggled against the automatic door for the disabled to breach the icy unknown terrain of the sunlit parking lot.

Thirty minutes later the creature managed to maneuver his vehicle to the entrance of the hotel where his mate waited patiently or was it dead.  The mate did not move as the car pulled close to the door.  I was not sure that it was still breathing.  Carefully I nudged it as it snorted and then as it’s large eyes opened it looked at me through a crimson hays.  I suddenly became fearful as it appeared as if it had the eyes of Mordor, and I had no magic ring to toss at it.  I cringed thinking surely that daggers would come out of those gaunt looking features but it actually spoke. “Yes, can I help you?” It said.  Clearly, this was the female although I could not picture it in that little black dress! I pointed to the other creature now looking very much like a yeti, which was standing outside his vehicle waiting for his partner, or was it his precious?

As she tried hard to stand, I slipped the bellhop five bucks to assist them and bring me the cart.  While I might have enjoyed watching the two creatures, try to lift their two bags and one black dress from the vehicle, my patience was just about gone, and I too felt as if the monster within me might immerge and ruin the first day of the year of me not sinning any more…   ever…. Who am i kidding! I sin before I ever get out of bed!

If my beast had come out to play, and I ripped my clothing off to expose my superhero status, would I have found a suite with a large S? Perhaps a suite with a large W?  Would there be a red cape or magic golden rope, or would I have established that I indeed did not have all the clothes that I started the evening with and suddenly resemble an oversized smurf with built-in glass cutters?

  • How was your first day of 2018?
  • Did you see the zombies?
  • Where you a zombie?
  • Are there videos of you on YouTube?
  • Did all of your clothes come back with you?
  • Did you know the person you woke up with?
  • Did you recognize the person in the mirror?
  • Did you see a reflection in the mirror?

Novel 26 is close to being ready to edit.  I am so excited that I have figured out how the book will end.  This is one book that I have put much thought into and actually planned it, rather than allow it be a stream of conscious.  “That will make sense to any writers out there.”

I look forward to getting to know each of you better in 2018!  Thanks so much for following me!

Follow me on Twitter @authortwscott.com or @TWScott823.  If you are an agent and want to represent someone with a proven track record, I am not sending out Query letters so contact me via the website at www.authortwscott.com.

Query letters take four hours to create, and I don’t have the time or patience.

If you like what you read please repost or tell others about it. This is me, marketing and building my brand and you the readers of my blog are the beneficiaries of pure pearls and entertainment! Much Love -TW

 

My Happy Place, Where is yours?

Having written many different novels covering multiple genres I often get questions posed to me about why this or that?

The truth of the matter is simple.  What I was writing about at that time excited me to do so.  What inspired me to write about that subject is another topic.

Some subject matter in our society today is “forbotten” (forbidden) by some group of people who think that they have some right to be its curator and arbiter for all time. Guess what; you don’t own shit!

In the UK I could be in trouble for some of my subject matter as they don’t have freedom of speech.  If I say something about some group that is hateful I would be called the hate monger.  In your vernacular UK, that is stuffed up! I would vote those cockwombels out of office if it were me.  If you like what I write, you should have the right and ability to read it.  If you don’t approve of my writings, take your business elsewhere.  Vote with your purse.

Now truth told, the folks in the UK are some of my most loyal customers, so thank you so much for that!

As a writer I can write about Race, Gay issues, straight issues, political issues, I can even write about romance. LOL

Writing fiction with gay couples has been something that interested me in that I have many gay friends.  I care about them as one might care for a brother or sister.  Whether I agree with their lifestyle or not, does not give me any right to judge them.  Male-Female romance has been done to death.  How many ways can Boy meet a girl and come through some struggles with misunderstandings or biases that they must get through before they reach happily ever after?

“Come on; it has been done to death!”  I like strong female characters.  I think the world needs more strong women or female characters.  Don’t confuse that with ultra-feminism, it is not that.  Women are not all airheads as they are often portrayed, and I seek to break that stereotype.

Have you ever watched a Hallmark movie where the leading male figure just made you say EWWW!

It has happened, but not too often.  I wanted to ask the producer or director “what were you thinking?”

Some men are just creepy, and I guess some male directors don’t see it.  There have been movies in the past where the leading lady had to say all the sweet nothings to someone else as the leading man was a douche.   I love the back stories like that.  When Hollywood just misses the mark, it warms my heart strangely and wonderfully. Why? It lets me know that nobody is perfect and even with all of their resources they screwed up.  Much like finding typos in professionally edited books I feel a little less worried about a there instead of a “their.”

Why am I talking about movies?

Your characters must work not only for you but your audience. When creating your characters, you need to keep in mind who your audience is.  The tropes are just that, as the creator, it is up to you to put a different spin on them. The story must have some appeal to it.  Why would someone want to pick up your book?

We all judge a book by its cover.

The cover art must pique your audience’s curiosity.   I liken it to junk mail.  I get stacks of mail every day.  Someone wants to sell me a product or service.  The phone rolls to voice mail if I don’t know the caller, I don’t allow salespeople to get past the receptionist, so how do they sell to me?

How do you sell to your audience?

In my junk mail, each piece of mail gets about 3 seconds of my attention.  Three count them three seconds before it ends up in the circular file cabinet.

The subject matter must be photographic, and it cannot be cluttered.  I need to determine if I want to give it more than 3 seconds within three seconds time.

Your cover should be just as inviting.  What does your cover say?

In my novel Diamond Joe, I do this.

On the cover of Diamond Joe, I show a young lady running on the beach in a bikini. Under her is a superimposed racehorse.  Within three seconds you know it has something to do with a female jockey. You know that horses are involved.  The name of the book tells you something about the possible storyline as it is “Diamond Joe.” Who or what is Diamond Joe?  What does that have to do with this young lady?

In the very uncluttered text, I have “A heartwarming story of courage of love.”

Now within three seconds, you know enough about this book to either pick it up to look inside or keep looking as you have a thing against heartwarming stories.

Free advice from me to you.

Junk mail must be created similarly, and most often it is not.  Just to assist those that put out such mail, if you put a letter opener inside your letter, you are guaranteed to get more than 3 seconds.  If you put your logo and contact information on that letter opener, you are going to have your company information on that person’s desk or in their hand every morning when they go through the mountains of junk mail. One more trick, if it is just a letter make sure that when they pull the letter out of the envelope, your business card falls in their lap.

We could talk more about logos, but that is indeed outside the scope of this blog.  I am after all talking to authors or writers that want to write a book, not companies who want to sell stuff.

Once you open up that cover, what are you looking for?

The tease the hook, why buy this book?

Tell us something about this girl on the beach or the horse, what is it about her that will compel us to dig a little deeper.  Who is this Diamond Joe?

I have read this book a dozen times since it was published.  Yes, I am on the hunt for typos and grammatical errors, but the entire truth told, I love the characters and the story.  Each paragraph excites me, and that is what I began this blog about, why do I write what I write.  I love what I write!

Since I love most of the classics, I would guess that what I love about them and what I write, might be in line with what Austin, Hemmingway or Dickens might have penned.

If after this much time, and that many reads, and I still want to curl up with it, with a cat or my “mews” (muse) and a warm blanket with some hot tea close by, that should tell you something.  The winter is a particular time for me and warm blankets. Tea and cats along with a good book are pure gold! Now if you add some excellent Merlot, Dark Chocolat and a crackling fireplace, I might have to pick up Cyber Subs or Perpetual Palpitation and switch to something a little more naughty.

May you find your happy place and take the time to enjoy it as I try so hard to do.  Life is precious don’t waste it! Find your Happy Place!

Much Love -TW

 

Hello from the Lair of TW

That is a rather strange title for a blog, isn’t it?  Sometimes I feel like it is a lair.  When I am locked away from the phones, the craziness of the outside world and my muse or mews, the creative juices flow, or they don’t.

As 2017 wraps up I think back on the year.  What have I learned from 2017 that I can apply towards making myself healthier and better prepared for 2018?

Through this blog, I have made many new friends, and I thank for you trusting me with your time to visit my blog and peruse my thoughts for that day or week or event.

Many books were written in 2017 by yours truly, and many are selling nicely around the globe.  That is an excellent compliment which I honor considerably and do not take lightly.  Number 26 is so close to a complete first draft that I am getting excited.  I want to see how it turns out!

When we read a novel or watch a movie, we get instant gratification even if it means we lose an hour of sleep to turn those last few pages.  When we write, we must have patience.  Rushing the process can damage the work intrinsically, changing the dynamics of the story which might diminish it.

We will serve no wine before its time. Writers should not release or rush a story until it is ready to “climax” and then conclude with the satisfying grace it disserves. I know, a tiny bit naughty, I apologize, a little…

When a writer wants to make a point we often embellish the words a little and then the idea hits home when we do.  We want you to remember us!  When the next story is ready to unfold before you, we want you eager to embrace what may “come.”  “That was a hard one to resist.”

While I love writing Sci-Fi, I have a flair for being naughty at times, and it shows.  I am unabashedly unrepentant for my foray into the human psyche and all of its juicy bits of naughtiness which makes us who we are as a people.  Spending years of my life to understand humanity, I now use that knowledge and talent to titillate, excite, entertain and yes even educate in a delightful way.

You who follow my blog thanks so much for doing so.  In 2018 would you do me the honor of letting your friends discover me through whatever mechanisms are at your disposal?  I am also interested in the kinds of things you might like to read.  Would you like more science fiction?  Do you want the cerebral types of reads or the not so cerebral and more human interaction either on the mischievous side or perhaps a murder mystery?  Possibly you desire something that is a little of both.

I ask you as I truly value who you are, and what might get you to click on “purchase now…”

The saga of the Starduster is my number one best seller to date.  It has both subjects in it.  Is that the ticket?

With 2018 right around the corner be safe out there.  Please don’t party and drive and you know what I mean by “party.”  I look forward to hearing from each of you, and I want you to know that if I follow you, I visit your blogs.  Some I will actually take the time to comment on, so watch for that.

Much Love and Happy New Year!  TW