Writing Tips Revisited

You don’t have to have a near death experience to write but it is a game changer.

 

At the end of each blog post, I encourage you to share, press, tweet and otherwise assist me in getting my brand out there.  I repay that kindness with similar actions, and I post some delicious stuff from time to time. This blog is one you want to pay attention to if you are a writer, author or just think you might want to be someday.

If you look at any of these sites where independent authors publish their manuscripts, you will quickly discern that everyone thinks they can write.  By everyone, I mean everyone that can string a noun and a verb together in the same sentence feels that they are the next Hemmingway or Tolstoy.

I especially am interested in young people with limited life experience with a penchant for painting pictures with words.  Reading great writers will undoubtedly get your juices flowing.  I have read some young people’s writings and was impressed. Blog before you publish.  Like walking before you run you have this opportunity that those that came before you did not have.  You have technology that is incredible, and you have access to the world through the internet.

Google does not replace life experiences nor does any form of social media. Do something.  Become a missionary or go see Machu Picchu for yourself!  If you walk among the locals, you will all of the sudden develop an appreciation for what you have, and you will meet others with a different culture.  In short life experiences can inspire a writer to be a better writer.

Me personally, I have traveled extensively and still have more to do.  I may start out with a tour bus but I will explore, and I will visit with the locals.  From the local pub to another social event.  Those are life experiences that if you are aware of those that you are talking with, will reward you in kind.  From the street vendor to the waiter they all have a story.

I will get their name and talk with them as we are equals.  Why, because we are.  I can disagree with everything that they believe in but, I can still respect them and find something in common even if it is merely that we both bleed red.

Now that paragraph sounds very altruistic, and I am not that philanthropic.  If someone appears deranged or dangerous, I will not bother them or try to engage them in conversation; I am not that brave.  My first trip to Manhattan I was told not to look the locals in the eyes.  Don’t talk with them unless you are in a setting that they expect interaction such as a business environment or restaurant.

Folks, I talked with everyone I came across.  Now when I started out my greeting with HOWDY, they knew that I was not from around there, and felt strangely at ease with talking with me.

Yesterday I was on twitter, and some author put out a statement that I took issue with.

“I carefully craft each sentence rewriting it as many times as necessary, before going on to the next.”

If I wrote like that, Under Roswell, my first novel would still be in the first paragraph, and the other 25 books would still be future events.  Respectfully I would say that she is in the wrong line of work.

You cannot be that anal or obsessive-compulsive with your manuscript.  Writers are creative types.  We don’t think in dotted I’s and crossed T’s.  We don’t give a damn about a dangling participle or my favorite the split infinitive.  We are writers not English teachers.

In short, we tell stories, and we do it in such a way to engross the reader in the story.  When I write, I or my characters are telling the story as they see it at that moment in time.  As you read it, I hope that the picture of where they are, and what they are doing, is etched into your mind with the assistance of your imagination, using my words as the pigment and brush.

As long as the “stream” is flowing, I will press on, sometimes three or four chapters at a time.  If the stream switches off, I go back and do a rough edit looking for consistency and those nasty little participles.

Writers, like an artist, are a work in progress.  When I look at my first painting, I want to gesso over it and do something else with it.  My child will not let me as she loves it! It was my first attempt at putting oil on a canvass.  As we do this time and time again, we develop that critical eye one must have to paint. To paint and be any good at it, that is.

Writing is the same way.  Write short stories. Blog about your summer vacation.  Write, write, write, and with each paragraph, strive to improve.

Two quick stories that I think you will appreciate.  Once upon a time I golfed.  I sucked at it.  I went to these par three courses where you use the short irons and putter, and I played round after round. Mastering the drivers next, I was suddenly playing with business executives and influential people.  My five iron was still eating my lunch.  Every time I pulled it out of the bag, the ball would find the water or trap or the weeds. WTF!

Back to the par three course with you guessed it, only the five iron and a pocket full of balls. I felt kind of manly with all those balls there at the beginning of the first nine.  (a joke in case you missed it)

After several rounds with that five iron, I could play it with confidence every time I played.  Golf is about muscle memory and your mind.  If you don’t think you can do it, you won’t!  You must convince yourself that you can, then you will.

Twenty-Eight Years ago I was in a head-on collision with a drunken driver who was also on drugs.  This changed my life.  I could no longer do what I was trained to do.  In many of my novels, you will see that someone dies or has died in an accident with a drunk driver.  That little factoid is part of my life, and I want to drive that home just a little bit with whoever reads it.  I don’t preach; I just put it out there.

Along with ending my golfing career, not that I had one, it ended many things that “normal people” do.

I accepted my fate and re-invented myself once again.  Computers were just coming into vogue, so I took some classes and began learning all that there was to know about computers.  That last statement is pushing it a bit because I soon discovered that statement is an impossibility.  I have certifications in Novell and Microsoft and Cisco and it all changes overnight.  The people who put on the classes get rich, and of course, the testing centers make money.

I went into Management of IT. I had a good run of it until I was replaced by an H1-B person. The company got to write off their salary (half of what they paid me) to take over after I had updated the company to the latest greatest of everything including redesigning and upgraded their computer room.  I did all this in just a few months.  I was at the top of my pay quartile, and they were not willing to pay more for my talent, so they had me do all of these projects working 70 hours a week for months.  Expecting a bonus, I was laid off.  “We don’t need anyone with your talents anymore so thanks for everything here is your final paycheck!” That was a lovely life experience that I will not repeat ever!

Many of my novels I talk about technology, that is where that comes from so yes, the bits and bytes are not far off.  It makes some of the stories interesting when they use forensic technologies to find the bad guys, which is what I do now.

One of the things I did before the wreck was, played musical instruments.  Nerve damage in my wrist and well everywhere else made that untenable.  I have an excellent ear and “yo dog your pitchy” resonates with me.  “If I cannot do what I did then, screw it…” I was wrong.

A few months ago a friend saw my guitars and ask me if I played.  I kept them out as a reminder to never even think about drinking and driving.

“Yes I played 30 years ago or so why?”

“You should pick it up again.”  Those words sat hard with me.

After he left, I picked one of the instruments up and plucked a few strings realizing that I needed new strings.  My cheeks were damp when I tried to play stairway to heaven to only hear what an awful sound it was and that it scared my cats.  I couldn’t blame them.

Like golf, you take the good shots that you get in now and then and try to do better with the bad ones.  Practice practice practice.  Is this sounding familiar?

There are some great apps for a guitarist that I found.  Even an awesome tuner.  People who have strokes may have to learn to walk again.  I had to reteach myself how to play again, with my new abilities.  Notice I did not say disabilities.  Things are just different than what I remembered them to be.

Finding boring old tunes with three chords then four and then the dreaded bar chords I practiced.  After a few weeks of messing around with that guitar trying to keep my emotions in check, I have since purchased two more; the last one is a Taylor, which I am rather fond of.  Playing no less than two hours a day I can finally make bar chords “ring” again.  It chokes me up actually. Every time I play a song that sounds half decent, I often find my cheeks are wet and my eyes are blurry.  It is a good thing, those are happy tears.

You see that careless SOB took so much away from me with his drinking. Music resonates with my soul, it is my happy place.  When I am making it, that music is much more special than if I am listening to it.

There is not one minute of any day that I am not in physical discomfort to outright pain.  I don’t take pills or anything, I exercise and stretch and endure.  Oh yes, I don’t sleep much!

Will I ever be as good as I was, who knows?  My calluses are back, and the will is there.  I listen to the different artist and try to emulate them and see what I can do with the cards that I now have in my hands, pun intended.

If you are still reading this rather long blog, bless you.  This is the kind of life event that makes it into my stories.  Now I am not suggesting that you hit another car head-on doing 85kph.  As a matter of fact, I would strongly advise against it.

One side note that is rather interesting.  I have legs today because I drink coffee.

You see I had stopped minutes before the accident to fill up the car and purchase a thermos full of coffee.  The thermos, a Stanly Steel thermos was sitting on the seat next to me.  As I topped the hill passing a red truck, there was a Cadillac in my lane headed straight for me!  This was a divided highway and he should not have been there.

I locked up anti-lock brakes and bent the brake pedal.  Time slowed to a frame by frame sequence of events as glass from the window beside me tumbled horizontally by me as the steering wheel came up and impaled me, crushing my chest and face.  The thermos fell to the floor, and I saw it tumble as if on some purpose other than obeying the laws of physics. Time stood still, literally, frame by frame.

From the time I topped the hill, to the actual impact I said, “oh shit” bang! “Oh, shit may have been my last words.”

We ended up in the center part of the divided highway.  The pain was indescribable.  There was an elephant on my chest.  Blood was flowing from everywhere, and I merely thought, this is how it ends.

Oddly enough, I was ok with it.  That sounds strange but it is true.  The mystery of what the sting of death would be was answered; I thought.

There is this old story about people seeing the white light before they die.  My vision was failing.  It started with sparkles, and not too much longer I was pretty much blind, but I could still hear.  Then there was this rushing wind sound in my ears, so I guess that was the next sense to lose its ability to function.

My brain was being deprived of blood flow and oxygen and that is what it is like to die.

The red truck I passed was a guy that worked for the local fire department.  They took the old bastard out of his car who did not have a seatbelt on and was under his dash before they cut me out of mine.  He had one small cut on his forehead and was released from the hospital that night.

When they finally pulled me from my car, as they laid me back, my hearing and then sight returned.  The pain also returned, and breathing was not comfortable, to say the least.

The guy in the ambulance said, “I am going to put some liquid sugar water in you and this needle is going to sting, it is 18 gauge.”  My teeth were through my lower lip, my nose was broken up, my chest was crushed, and I was losing more blood that I thought I could spare,  and he thought that I gave a shit about a needle prick!

They took me to the charity hospital I guess because it was the closest and it showed.  The doctor was a complete ass as we had interrupted his game that he was watching.  Suddenly I was a sideshow as they cut my clothing off with police and who the hell all knows who all were looking down at my nude and bleeding body. Suddenly I was not a person or human but a piece of flesh to be poked and prodded and well pieced back together.

The cop was an arrogant piece of work.  I have many friends who are police.  This person was a total ass!  I had removed my seat belt thinking that would stop the pain.  It didn’t. I think the bastard was going to write me a ticket for no seatbelt until the purple streaks across my chest and waist that were caused by the belt were self-evident that I indeed had it on.  The man, I kid you not, looked disappointed when he saw it! This guy and the doctor too wanted this to be my fault.  I am pretty keen on reading people, which can be a curse.

They checked me for drugs and alcohol and all kinds of stuff.  “Nope, I don’t do that stuff.”

Because my heart was bruised they could not give me anything for the pain.  In a way that was ok, I remember thinking as long as I am in pain, I am alive.  It was ok until they stitched me up with no anesthesia.  That hurt like well, you can imagine.

Later another doctor came in to fix my nose, long hemostats up the nose crunch crack, thumb placed on one side pushing things back into place and then stuffing a whole bale of cotton up my nose with no anesthetic.

I spent a lifetime in that sorry little emergency room listening to the beeping monitors, having to get assistance to pee every 30 minutes being careful not to turn my head because my inner ears were severely screwed up.  Any movement caused a case of vertigo.   The last thing I wanted to do is throw up!   I wouldn’t be surprised if this doctor were also the town vet.  Thinking back, I would not have been shocked to have seen an animal on the next bed.

Minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days.  With all the cotton up my nose, I could still smell myself, and it wasn’t pretty.  Finally getting some kind nurse from California to bathe me, I felt a little more human.

When all the results came back that I was not under the influence, the cop went away probably disgusted because he just knew that the young person had some culpability. Hick!

The old guy that caused the wreck was drunk and on drugs, and he went home. I know this because we shared the emergency room with a curtain between us.  I heard everything, including his wife scolding him for drinking and driving. She actually came over to me and apologized.  She stroked my forehead which was still spattered with blood and told me “I am not supposed to say this, but we have good insurance.” BFD!  Lady, I am in pain here, and I may not live to see tomorrow.  Didn’t say it, but I thought it.

Instead, I asked her how her husband was.  When the words came out of my mouth as angry as I was, I knew what my true character was.  I was actually concerned about that old fart!  That still boggles my mind.

She went on to say that he had recently wrecked their last car, so she bought him that Cadillac so if he hit another tree or something he would not get hurt.  Wonderful logic!  Let’s put more old drunk guys in tanks and set them loose.  Wait, maybe that was the mayhem guy?

Years later I found out why the old guy went home and not to prison.  I was cleaning out the filing cabinet and found the file folder from the infamous day that I about died.  Reading the police report, the bastard cop only wrote him up for left of center.  Now I get that the guy was 84.  I understand that he was well known in the community.  But the guy was drunk and on drugs, prescription or not; he should not have been behind the wheel!    Yes, I am still pissed and every move to this day reminds me of that fateful day 28 years ago.  And the limitless insurance, same outfit as me.  Want to guess how that worked out? I had to fight to get my car paid for!

Oh yes, the coffee and legs.  The thermos that traveled from my seat to the floor wedged itself between the frame of my seat and the firewall.  Since it was full of coffee, it did not compress with the impact thus keeping the steering column from going through my chest and the dash taking my legs off at the knees. There is this whole hydraulic thing I will not bore you with.

The engine and front wheels were under the front seat.  Steam or freon was still escaping from somewhere as they hauled me off to the ambulance.  The violence of the crash turned my vehicle sideways.  The sides were split open and my stuff was scattered all over the highway.  It is amazing that I am not driving a Volvo, which is close to a tank I understand!

God was there that day.  Not sure why he allowed my life to be so drastically altered, but he did.

Maybe he wanted to teach me to forgive… Not there yet.  How do you forgive someone like this?  If you know please tell me.  I do pray about it, it is in my heart and only hurting me.  I cannot forget about it, as I have constant reminders.  The ringing in my ears is a result of the damage from the wreck.  The arthritis is of course where everything was injured. Anyone that has ever played sports knows what I am dealing with.

My doctors tried to give me that handicapped plate and I refuse.  I can still walk.  It is painful but once you stop, you die.  If you are coasting you are going downhill.

I now drive a full-size truck, fuck gas mileage. I don’t pass unless I can see down the road, even on divided highways, but I do travel.  I love road trips; I am just a little more cautious about them.  I stay in the right-hand lane unless I am passing and, I don’t care if I am up to the speed limit or not.  I would rather get there in one piece, than five minutes earlier.

When you read my books, snippets of this story are in them as well as many other stories.  I think one of my favorite books that I have written to date is Diamond Joe.  No car crashes, but that is such a great story, I like to read it again and again.

And my point to this is what exactly?

Go live your life and have adventures.  As Sally from The Girl-Next-Door discovers, life is about adventures. You cannot write with passion if you have not lived a life.  If you live your life through the tellie and or other people’s books, that is not living, that is existing.

Steve Erwin who I admired greatly died doing what he loved.  He lived his life in his 42 years more fully than most people do in 84 years.  There is a man I can admire and did.  I actually used to talk with him on e-mail, told him he was nuts.  In a good way.

Please please please don’t drink and drive, and put that damned phone down!

Thirty percent of all drivers statistically speaking are under the influence of something.  God only knows the percentage that are texting while driving and under the influence.

If you are like me and live in pain every day, don’t give up.  Hang in there and feel free to connect with me here on the blog or the website http://www.authortwscott.com. If I can re-invent myself as I have, and live without pain meds, you certainly can.  I am a wimp with this stuff, so I know.

This blog is the creation of yet another sleepless night where insomnia once again has scuttled my attempt at rest.  One day I fear I will end up giving in to the need for medication, and I will most likely hate that day.

Much Love TW

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We Hold these Truths to be self-evident …

I was amazed to read that Louis Lerner wanted her testimony sealed.  The head of the IRS that targeted conservative groups during the 2012 election process now wants her statements sealed as she is afraid for herself and her family if the public were to have access to them.

Let’s think about this one.  She used the most powerful agency in the United States, the IRS to swing the outcome of the 2012 Election to the Democrats, and she is only now worried about her actions?  The New York Times in a show of actual journalism should publish the entire transcript on the front page!

If Hillary had won would the public know about this blatant attack on democracy by our own government?

She is a criminal and has forfeited her rights to ask to have her crimes hidden. Why is she not behind bars? Her safety from upset citizens should be the least of her worries!  I bet Martha Stewart is pissed.  Her crimes were child’s play in comparison to that of this person.

CNN and MSNBC have been talking Russia for the last ten months, and now we have actual proof that the IRS targeted conservative groups to stop them from helping Romney and other conservative candidates in 2012. Yes, that is collusion with the then current Obama administration.

It makes no difference which side of the political divide you find yourself, you too should be aghast by this, and demand that people like Louis Lerner are exposed and prosecuted.  One of the things that make the US such a great place to live, is we have fair elections.  Don’t  we?  Are they truly fair?

Hillary said in an interview not long ago that if Fox News had been around when her husband was running, he would not have won.  Now let that sink in for a moment.  What she is inferring is that Fox news is not fair and balanced, that they are not journalists.

What she really is saying or admitting to, is that they would have investigated his every dealing, and just possibly talked more about his predatory sexual predilections, which have dominated the news these last few weeks.  Women do not like men who are in power to rape them.   I know of no woman who likes being raped in the first place!  Had Fox news been around then, she is right; he would have been exposed as the creep that he is, and Monika would not be a household name associated with a semen stain on her blue dress!

The larger question is, where were ABC, CBS and CNN and MSNBC?  Why were they not on top of this story?

Fox news like all news agencies has journalists who are biased, but if you look at their stories, they will call out the Republicans as well as the Democrats.  Do they play to their base, of course, but they do report more middle of the road, than does their competition.  This fact has been statistically proven, it is just not my opinion.

If it is truly about money and market share one would think that CNN would be more middle of the road instead of so far left leaning.  If Fox is doing so well, why not lean right?

Negative stories garner more attention so spinning the news in a negative format sells more air time.  CNN and MSNBC are two of the companies who have more negative coverage on our current president than anyone in that market. If you hate Trump and want to feel good, watch them.  If you would like the actual truth you might look elsewhere.  Russia Today is more unbiased than they are.

News like anything else is all about ratings.  Ratings attract advertisers. Commercials pay for the airtime that the talking heads use to pontificate on their particular take on the stories of the day.  CNN and MSNBC I don’t believe are as biased for political reasons that many think that they are.  What they are doing is playing to their base, keeping their ratings alive through spewing out reasons to hate Trump.  Emotions are easy tools to manipulate you with.  People love bad news about someone that they do not like.

“Gees TW that is a harsh claim!”

Really? If a football team that you don’t like has a key player that is injured, do you not get some feeling of joy from that as now your team which will be playing them next might have an advantage?  It is our secret but, think about it.  We love bad news when it is about someone we don’t like.

Not only do we eat up bad news but we will more readily spread the bad news on social media if it will play to our base.  That is a sad commentary on the human race, don’t you think?

If you have made it this far, good for you.

The only way to fix a problem is to admit that it exists and then identify it.  Once you can identify it, you can name it and figure out how to dismantle it. People who are what I call “asleep” don’t want to hear it.  They certainly don’t want to read it.

The truth of the matter is that if people are biased one way or the other, they do not want to hear opposing thoughts. It does not make a difference if it is the truth, they don’t want to listen to it.

Still don’t believe me???

How many times have you heard some parent say, “not my kid!”  Maybe you have said it yourself, “my kid would never do that!”

Some good friends of mine said that about their kid.  It is called denial… When they heard that he was seen doing drugs with some other children, they asked him about it. “Oh no mom, when I saw what they were doing I left them, I will never even see them again!  Drugs are stupid just like you always say mom.” They believed the lies because to quote Jack Nicholson; they could not handle the truth.

Two weeks later they went up to his room to get him up, as he was late for Church.  They found him dead in his bed.  Cause of death, he drowned in his own vomit due to overdosing on the very drugs that he denied he was taking.  True story, very sad. I grieved with them but, I knew the problem then as I do now.  We don’t want to hear the truth!

It is our nature not to want to hear that which we find repugnant unless it is about the other guy.  The scream from his mother was indicative of the looks on the faces from the Hillary supporters the night that she lost to Trump.  Ten months later we still have a divided country because many cannot handle the truth.

Some perfectly dishonest politicians are still trying to float impeachment proceedings to play to their base so they will get re-elected.  It is foolish showmanship but some hateful folks out there will buy it.

Hillary was a flawed candidate and never should have been the DNC pick!  They underestimated the appeal of a populist and were more worried about Bernie, than Trump.  The mere fact that she rigged the election to screw Bernie is more than the proof you should need.  The Billy Bass tape was their ace in the hole.  They were wrong.

Today we read that many of the FBI agents that were investigating Hillary’s emails were huge supporters of hers.  They hid the evidence against her, rather than do their jobs.

Government officials just like white cops cannot be prejudiced against the other political side, or different colors of humans.  The tapestry of America is weaved together with all different kinds of humans who appear and think a little differently.  It is called diversity.  From race to political affiliation they are all necessary and make up the whole of who we are as a people, Americans!

I don’t have to hold your beliefs to be kind and respectful of you as a human.  The converse is also true.

Why is that concept so hard to embrace?

We hear all this talk about racism and bias but, we do nothing about it other than perpetuating the atmosphere that begat it in the first place.

  • Journalists are to report the events, not create them.
  • The IRS is to enforce the tax laws as they are, not make them up for different groups.
  • Judges are to enforce the laws and the constitution, applying them equally to all with a blind eye to race, sex or political affiliation. They are not to change the meaning of the constitution for some political agenda.
  • Police are to protect and to serve without any racial partiality or bigotry.

You the people, the citizens, are who pay them, they work for you.

You cannot fix what you cannot or refuse to identify.  With many, it is a heart issue.  If you do not believe what I am telling you, and I get that many will want to write and tell me how full of it I am, do this first.

If you are a Fox news person, watch CNN and MSNBC.  I know that you will be angry and upset at watching the hate and contempt from the other side but listen for any truths.  Could there be some truth to what they are saying?

Mika Brzezinski was caught on camera talking about what they do.  She said and I quote, “We tell the American people what to think.”  That my friends is arrogance run amuck! No honey, you report the facts whatever they are period.  It is called journalism.  Anything else is called propaganda!

If you are in the camp of CNN and MSNBC and of course Bill Mahar and the other nightly comedians that pass off their acts as news, you watch Fox News and do the same exercise.  Could there be any truth in what any of the folks are saying?  Sit through the evening line up and make notes. Yes, watch Hannity as well.  He is entertaining at least.

When you are all sick of the biases that you will have no doubt spotted, go and find OAN news.  The news media that both sides of the spectrum hate.  They are doing whatever they can to get them removed from the cable lineup.  Why???  They merely report the facts, no spin.  Some of their talent is rather sophomoric but, the facts are just the facts.  You are smart enough to make up your own minds.

The press is indeed our eyes and ears on the goings on in our country.  We depend on them to report the facts.  We need the true facts so we can make informed decisions.  Folks we are not getting that.  Journalism is all but dead in this country, and we as a people need to demand better.  How?  Stop watching them, watch or listen to OAN.  Support agencies that provide the unbiased truth.

Back in the early days of civilization, there was one entity which all came from. Do you know what it was?  No, not god but close, it was the Catholic Church.  They were the spiritual leader of all the people.  They were the teachers of everything that they thought you needed to know.  They were also the government which would have you killed if you defied them.  I kid you not, this was one powerful bunch of people and the citizens were slaves to them.  They did tell them what to think, with death or prison being the option for anyone that dared not fall into lockstep agreement.  Did you know it was illegal in the day to own your own bible?  It is true, can you guess why?

They did not want you thinking for yourself much like it was illegal to educate slaves in early American history, the same was true back during the early church.  Today in N. Korea this is still true.  Not the church but the government is the ultimate supreme authority with brainwashing as their main industry.

How do we fix this country???

We start by hearing and accepting the truth no matter how ugly it is. You cannot fix what you don’t acknowledge.  It is like going to the doctor with pain, and he tells you that you have cancer.  Do you say ok, I have cancer what can we do about it?  Or, do you say, that is not possible and leave his office not dealing with the diagnosis?  Many in this country are leaving cancer untreated, which will be the death of this country as we know it.  Many who have pain will not go to the doctor for fear that it is cancer.  They just don’t want to know the truth.

Learn to look for and embrace the truth no matter what it is.  If some facts are unbelievable, check many sources before you re-post on social media a lie, perpetrated by some other country or a hate-filled moron.  Snopes is not a reliable source of information BTW.

These ANTIFA criminals are one more symptom of this cancer.  They believe that what they are doing is anti-fascism, but in reality, they are the fascist and also criminals. They have bought the lies from hate-filled professors who are spewing it and are acting on it. All they have to do is trigger them emotionally, and they will respond.  Their actions will seem just, so that they will commit to them and act on them.  They will destroy their own campus and prevent the very free speech that they say that they are fighting for.  They are in fact misguided youth under the control of evil people.

The men who flew the planes into the twin towers killing thousands felt that their actions were just, and were determined to their cause.  They too believed in their mission.  There is no difference. If you think that there is, you are mistaken.

Civilized debate on the topics are necessary, and that cannot start until you are ready to listen!  You must be willing to hear that you have cancer.  Until then, the violence and unrest will continue, and the barbarians both in DC and in positions of power elsewhere will continue to prevail.  The useful idiots of the power brokers will fight their battles, helping cancer to win.  The power brokers must be identified and held accountable. Mrs. Lerner is one and needs to be behind bars.  An example needs to make out of her and her ilk.

Her testimony needs to be on the front page of some paper, that has a smidgeon of integrity left.

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My novels are just about always uplifting and enjoyable, so if you are not already a reader, please check one or more out.  From Science fiction to romance to erotic naughtiness, it is all out there for you to enjoy.

Thanks for the follows and re-tweets.  While much of what I do is for you, this is a marketing tool for my novels, and I unabashedly admit it.  These blogs are full of useful information, or thoughts or ideas to pontificate over around the water cooler or dinner table.

My novels are certainly more entertaining and are selling nicely worldwide. Be one of my followers here so you can say you knew me when.  My goal is to quit the day job and write full time.  Number #26 is almost finished, and then we have to decide what the subject matter will be for #27  … Ideas?  What would you like to see or read?

Much Love -TW

 

Did you really agree to that?

Greetings! If this is your first time to my blog, thanks so much for stopping by!  Whether you are a writer, reader, or just enjoy meeting new folks, welcome!

This blog has many great things within the pages that make it an online presence.  While my tweets are a tiny window into my world, this blog gives one a more consistent stream of thought.  I typically will talk about what is on my mind or encourage you to go check out this book or that one that I have either edited or just released.  In short, it is a marketing tool, and I am upfront about it.  It is also a way to communicate with me and I you.

As an independent author, we have to get it all right all of the time to maximize our penetration into the marketplace.  That is a fancy way of saying we all need representation by someone who does this part of the job for a living.

As a writer we are creative.  Some of us have some acumen in other areas but, truthfully to be a good writer our focus needs to be in the creative process.  I have had a modicum of successes with my 25 existing novels, so I cannot complain and I won’t.

Tonight I was going to take a break from my usual activities in front of the computer.  I was going to watch a DVD.  I put the DVD into the machine, and of course, it sucked it inside. The process of the typical movie routine started out when I was actually looking at the screen.

You usually are forced to watch commercials for up and coming shows.  Those are the times you make the popcorn, put the dog out one last time, or turn the phone off.

Up on the screen, there is this FBI warning.  Have you ever read that?  Between this FBI warning and the Interpol warning one has to wonder, do I really want this stuff in my house?  If you agree with all that stuff just by playing the movie, what can they do?

When you go to the airport, you agree to give up many of your rights while you are behind the “security line.”  That to me gives me reasons for anxiety.  We give up control when we enter the airport.

I have been flying for many years.  When I started flying you dressed up to fly.  It was a big deal.  The flight attendants were stewardess’s and very attentive.

In some airlines, I do feel like my privacy has been invaded and truth told the TSA has groped me. “They put their hand up till they meet resistance.”  “How about a broken nose, would that constitute resistance?”  It is either be groped or be seen naked by god knows who in some faraway room where they look at thousands of naked people every day.

It is just not the airport or the DVD’s where we submit to something it is also on the very software you are using.  Apple and Microsoft have End User Agreements that are mind numbing!

The other day I heard on the radio that some software company had put in their End User Agreement a clause that if you agreed, you were supposed to come and clean out their toilettes.  To their point, nobody reads that shit!  The end user agreement is pages of boilerplate that basically takes your rights as a consumer away and protects the maker of the software.

“If you don’t agree, click here!”

“I bought the damned software so now what am I supposed to do?”

You must agree that they hold all of the aces and you have nothing.  You don’t even own the software that you bought.  You have a license to use it.  That is what they are really selling now.

On DVD’s you have a license to watch it in the privacy of your own home.  By law, you cannot legally play it where others might see it or hear it.  How many times have you either had people over or been over to someone’s house and watched a movie?  Yep, you broke the FBI Interpol whatever the hell law.  Can you imagine bringing some film to church to entertain the kids and the FBI comes in with guns drawn to take you down!  Yes, we need to arrest you and all these kids here because you are not licensed to play this movie in public.”

If you are a satellite XM subscriber as part of your yearly fee you are paying royalties to listen to whatever you are listening to.  Who knows how much of that royalty fee actually goes to the artist.

If you are playing your radio and others hear it, you are violating some rules regarding your personal use only.  The laws are unenforceable, but they are there none the less. As a business, if you put music on your on hold phone system you are to pay money to some organization that protects the artist.

I know because they contacted me and threatened a lawsuit if I did not send them $1,100 a year.  I told the company that I would not pay, but since it was their company and I was but an employee, they paid up.  It is extortion, and it worked.

My novels have been pirated.  One of my books is on some foreign website translated into a language I do not recognize and being sold by the thieves and I am not making money from it.  If you google yourself or your titles you might be surprised.  Since I cannot even make out the language what am I to do?

I took it as a compliment that they thought the book good enough to pirate.  FFS!

My tweets were even hijacked, and my web address crossed out, and someone else’s put there.  Is the FBI going to go after the perpetrators?  Software manufacturers see this all the time.  For that matter, there are places I am told that you can download the latest movies for free.  As a writer, I would never do that.  As a writer, I see what they are dealing with from their side of the fence.  I used to record songs from the radio, on to 8-track tape… That was obviously before CD’s, and digital quality came about.  Now I can tell you that I usually bought the Cassette tape or the vinyl LP of the artist that I liked.  I still have Foreigner on 8-track, cassette, and LP…and of course CD. LOL

Admittedly, many of my movies come from the Walmart bargain bin, and some come as gifts, but I don’t have time for even them.  With cable, Amazon Prime and Netflix there are not enough hours in the day to be entertained by the TV.

Satellite radio is one of the few things I use the most.  Currently, it is sitting on the holiday station which of course is old Christmas music.

Watch what you agree to.  Read the fine print if you don’t want to end up cleaning toilets somewhere.  This subject is a good place for the consumer protection agency to step in and force the simplification of those agreements that we are all forced to agree to.  Tens of pages of 4 pt type are, can we say this “bullshit!”

Thanks so much for reading my blog and following me here.  Tell your friends and family and fellow social media folks about me.  Yes, I admit it!  I am trying to build my brand, but I am going to try and enlightened and entertain you for the trouble of assisting me in meeting my goal.

What is my goal?

I want to quit the day job and write full time!  If I could manage that maybe, just maybe I could have time to watch a movie on occasion.

 

Much Love!  -TW

 

Hello fellow travelers!

With rigged elections, one has to wonder just how sacrosanct our elections truly are.

 

How are you doing?  Have you had a good week?  Or are you like me, troubled by the events in New York and other places?  I think my faith in our government is a little shaken.  How about you?

I mention traveler because that is what we are all doing, we are traveling.  Yes, we go day to day at our jobs or our lives, but we are still traveling.

A lot of people don’t get it.  You see they think life is about the destination.  Even a lot of the Christians think about the destination of heaven or hell.

Life is not about the destination.

Life is a series of adventures.  When one ends, another begins.  They may be short adventures or long extended adventures, but they are adventures.

So what is life about?

Life is about the journey.

Life is about how you manage your day to day lives making the best out of what you have.

Some foolishly believe that the very rich have it made.  Indeed their goal is to be the very rich!

Money is a tool.  Much like a hammer or a saw, it is a tool.  Some of us are very good at keeping up with our tools and managing them well.  Some are not.  I just want enough as not to have to worry about continually doing something to obtain it.

The more money that you have, the more people will find a way to get it from you.  If you were to win the lottery let’s say, do you have any idea how many “friends” you would suddenly have?

Every charity of the world would play to your emotions trying to extract some part of your windfall.

Your family would also be at your door.

No, I do not play the lottery.  Firstly, I understand math and statistics.

The lottery is a “stupid tax.” Let me say that another way, the lottery is designed to take money away from people who don’t understand math or statistics.

Casinos are also for the folks who don’t understand math.

All games of chance are geared for the house to win. All of those one-armed bandits are wired together to a network of computers.  Some programmer writes the algorithms that tell the many machines out there what they can pay out on any given time.

They must have some payouts, or people would not go.  They don’t pay for those fancy casinos with their own money…  In short, its rigged.

You’re best chances or odds if you will are on games that are not electronic.  Poker, Keno, Roulette to name a few.  The odds are still against you but, not as bad as the one-armed bandits.

I talk about the game of chance and poker and our government because of the revelations of this week.  Bernie was cheated.   To be absolutely fair, Bernie was wheeling and dealing toward to end of the primary.  He was lobbying the DNC for his own jet, and a house on the beach so he would not contest the results and withdraw and of course support Hillary.

With rigged elections, one has to wonder just how sacrosanct our elections truly are.

There are governments in the world today who rig elections to stay in power, are we doing that?

The Clinton machine cheated millions of Americans who voted for Bernie.  The mainstream media is downplaying it or not giving it any airtime.  Liberal talking heads are spinning this behavior as usual!

Donna Brazil who is the whistleblower is the same person who before the debate gave Hillary the questions that she would be asked during the debate.  Who are these people that we elected?

Why is she telling all now?  She wrote a book and is marketing it.  She was part of the machine and is now trying to get rich.

I try not to focus on this too much as there is little that I can do about it.  I think that the media should be reporting the news and not be making up the news.  I believe that Yellow Journalism is alive and well in this country.

  • If you supported Bernie Sanders your vote was stolen.
  • If you supported Martin O’Malley your vote was stolen.
  • This is banana republic kind of stuff, and it happened here!
  • Do you have feelings or thoughts about this?

How do we stop it from happening again?  That is the real question.  Was there an oversight process and if so, how did it fail?

I should be working on my novel, and I am writing a blog.  Have you ever tried to get your head back into your story and away from life?

Currently, my story is traveling at faster than light speed away from the earth!  Some crazy computer has just abducted my characters!

If you like what you read, please follow me and share with your friends and family and whoever else you think might be interested.

 

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.

Follow me here.

Go check out my website at www.authortwscott.com

Follow me on Twitter @authortwscott and or @TWScott823

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.

Follow me here or on @authortwscott
My website is http://www.authortwscott.com

From my website, you can find out all sorts of things including my Amazon page.

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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