Would you remove your clothing on a webcam? Why?

Trisha could not believe her friend was about to remove her clothes in front of the web cam.

For me growing up as a child, there were two states of a fact.  It was binary actually. Was it truthful or was it a lie.

When I was young, cursing would earn a bar of soap shoved in your mouth, and a deliberate lie would usually get your seat warmed up.  It did not make a difference if you were a boy or girl.  Lying was just not done.  It did not take long to learn that the truth, good or bad was better than the alternative.

Is that why I like to write about a delicious spanking now and then?  Maybe I should tell a lie… Ok back to the theme…

While many of us prevaricate to spare someone’s feelings or protect a friend, I think we have taken it to an extreme today.  Why?

The family unit is in disarray and economics play into the scenario. When June Cleaver was parenting the Beave, her job was “housewife.” This was also true of my mother.

Clearly many might see that as misogynistic. I do not, as those were different times back then.  Our roles were clearly defined by the mores of the time.  Advancing from the dark ages and actually allowing women to vote and smoke and what have you, there were unintended consequences.  The family unit suffered.

Soon it took two working parents to make ends meet as there were more workers in the workforce.  More supply equals less demand aka cheaper wages.  We have stopped teaching economics today.  We must as the media and politicians are trying to convince us that more workers are a good thing.  No people it is simple economics.  Supply and demand.

The snowball picked up speed and soon even two parents working kept many below the poverty line.  The losers were the children and society.

Honestly, I would like to see one parent home with their children.  I don’t care which one, but children need supervision and a role model.  The job of a parent is one of the most critical tasks you can have.

What if we paid parents to parent their kids?  Children are actually a resource which any government depends on to succeed.  Children grow up to be taxpayers.

To take the place of both parents working, Cable TV made the scene filling our homes with more than a half dozen channels that actually stay on past midnight.  Because it is cable, the content is not as regulated thusly, now you have R rated material in your living room.  Before Cable, one had to go to the drive-in on the south side of town or a movie house that specialized in those kinds of productions.

Shortly after cable, we had Video Tape and then DVD and blue ray!  Now we stream everything!

TV soon took the place of books.  TV took the place of other forms of entertainment as well as shaping our ideas of morality.  Hollywood was now showing our kids the way.  After this #mee2 movement one has to wonder just what Hollywood is up to.  Never the less, Big Bird and the Count raised many children. I still think that is why many people today have an attention span of about 15 minutes.

Mr. Rogers had a hand in it, and I understand they are going to put his likeness on a stamp!

Our worlds were rocked when children were suddenly abducted, and then others killed by their own parents.  We built walls and fences and had our kids stay inside instead of allowing them to roam the neighborhood to play with their friends.

Screens of many different kinds entertained not only our kids but occupied the parents time as well.  Taking mom and or dad away from parenting into a virtual world of cops and robbers or stealing virtual cars and collecting whores.  Or it could have taken them to some other made up family trying to make it work in a make-believe world. It is called escapism and we do it unbeknownst to ourselves.

It is not hard to understand why our values as a people are changing.  Garbage in Garbage out.  When you allow Hollywood to captivate your attention for entertainment and you watch media outlets who have an agenda, the fabric of society will take on a different pattern.  In short, my childhood days will not look your children’s childhood days.

When you want to take over a country you first take over the media.  Our media is corrupt, and only half the country see it.  Others do not want to see it. Then you have both parents working or you have children in a single-parent home where the children become orphans.  They rely on the TV, school and older children for guidance.  Role models if you will.  Today we see Mylie Cyrus who now admits that she was high while filming her infamous Wrecking Ball, as a role model.

We also see older kids selling drugs and our children witness this and see it as a way to make tax free cash.  “I don’t need no stinking education!”

Drugs of all sorts pervade the music industry and the movies depicting the use of them as normal. Not only the movies and sitcoms but also in music.  Destructive behavior is glorified, and then people wonder why this child or that child overdosed. A complete surprise!

The entertainment industry knows bloody well why but they will not admit it as money talks and a few dead children to them is nothing.  When Dumb and Dumber released there were stupid people who actually tried some of those stunts including laying on the road where there was traffic.

A recent commercial for insurance of some sort depicting a child putting his toys down the toilette had many that I personally know calling plumbers out as their kids flushed their toys down the commode after seeing that commercial!

Much like James Dean and cigarettes pervaded the movies making smoking look cool.  Drugs in the movies do the same thing.  We have not learned from history and are doomed to repeat it.

There is no honor in dying from an overdose!

Why am I picking on Mylie or James or the music industry?  I am not actually.  While I don’t judge people or try not to, I think those in the public spotlight have a duty to understand that many will emulate them as a form of flattery and some will do it just to be cool. What they do and what they say has a larger impact than what you or I do or say.  Why?  They have no special insight into anything.  They can remember lines and emote.  Hardly a reason to worship them but people do. What they do have is a large megaphone! You and I may not have that.  Even with Social media without thousands of followers, your lone voice in the wilderness gets lost in the noise.

A year ago I wrote a book called Cyber Subs.  It is a somewhat naughty story about two girls who cannot make it in rural Kansas.  The story depicts what life was like in a small agrarian community.  It then moves them to a large city where a connected life changes their world.

While my reasons for writing the novel were many, one of the things that I was trying to do is call attention to a real-life scenario happening today.  Close to 2000 ladies are now on this one site, at any given time basically being a slut for tips.  I don’t really like that word and I hate to use it pejoratively like that.  What else could you call it?

When one of my twitter followers had in her bio “CyberSlut,” I was taken aback.  Understand the world that I came from, girls actually cared about being virgin when they married.  While young men I am sure had much looser standards, one did not want to be that girl that was talked about especially in a small town and one certainly did not want to be that girl that went away for several months.  I remember the boys were happy to make third base, but when it came time to marry these same boys looked for someone who was not a “lending library.” Assholes huh?

Believe it or not getting pregnant or something that required a shot of penicillin was about the worst that could happen to you back in the day. Aids is a relatively recent invention and a possible consequence as far as a lack of sexual morality goes.

Today I spent a few moments on that site to see what if anything had changed.  WOW!  Just about 2000 models during the middle of the day doing their best to lure men or women into their “room.”

One girl was talking to the crowd of 344 users when she mentioned that there is a market for “dirty panties.”

“What?”

She lamented that she did not like to sell them as it was a hassle to go to the post office.  “If I cant make 50 dollars for a  pair, it is not worth it!” Her words.

I totally concur that going to the post office is a headache but $50 for nasty panties?

I remember watching an Amy Schumer skit where she said something to the effect “don’t you just hate it when you pull your panties down and it looks like someone blew their nose in them?”

The audience laughed and I gaged, and then changed the channel.

So tell me followers of mine, who would pay good money for dirty panties?  How would they explain that to their mate, if they have one?  “Yea funny thing about those, I ahh got them off eBay yeah eBay and they were supposed to be new …. for you honey…”  Would she buy it?  If your mate is on that site, I suggest you spice up your sex life or get some help.

Do you think Vickies is missing an opportunity?  They could have models wear their product and then sell it on eBay… Nah, probably not!

The problem with sites like this as I see it, they cheapen human life.  They, in fact, dehumanize the girls on it and probably the miscreants paying good money to entice more ladies to partake in this type of behavior. If there were no desire, there would be no market.

While I do think that prostitution should be legal and regulated where health is concerned I also believe that this type of thing on the internet where any age of a child can access it, is wrong.  Young folks cannot possibly process what they are seeing and if they are exposed to it, what will it do to their psyche?

Women are screaming about being treated poorly by men, and then there is this.  This is only one site of which I know of many more. Which is it?  Respect as a person or just sexual object?  We are sending a mixed message, and the receivers of that message could be your husband or your three-year-old.

I did go to a lingerie show with some friends one day for “charity.”  You could purchase the item from the model, and she would take it off and hand it to you at your table. We thought it all great fun, but we were actually looking at the product and not the models wearing them.  “Is that a lie? Is that a lesbian activity?” This was so long ago I think they had pasties on.  As I remember these were real women, you know with curves.

“Nothing but the Bass”

I guess I should have waited to write the book as the site has evolved since I last checked it out.  The book gets over 3000 hits every day, so people are interested in it.

As a writer, I must tell you that if you are observant, there is plenty of material out there.  As much as I would like to understand the “models” mindset I would not mind trying to understand the person who would actually buy a pair of dirty panties. Maybe not.  I wonder how many she sells? There is a difference between lingerie on a model in front of you and dirty panties.  C’mon there is a difference, right?

I try hard not to judge people.  We are all here doing our thing.  I write for the masses, and those girls are performing for them.  What I write is the creation of pure fantasy, and they are providing an illusion of a visual kind for those that need it or desire it.  Men are undoubtedly visual creatures, and ladies are more intellectual when it comes to erotic fun.  Reading a story from a good author, the picture in our head is much better than an actual scene in some movie or on a computer screen.

In a book, for instance, we can put ourselves in that characters head and soon it is us taking off our clothing for those 344 users.  If written correctly we should be able to feel what that model felt.  Including the slap on her ass.  Ouch!

I tried to imagine what it would be like to remove your clothing on camera for several hundred people at one time.  Would it be an adrenalin charged adventure or would it be just ho-hum? Would it turn into ho-hum after a few times of performing? If you read Cyber Subs, both of the characters are so fun.  Trisha is delightful. Honestly, she is someone I would love to know.

Do those models fantasize too?  Do they imagine that all those men want them…  If you are a model on any site like that, please feel free to drop me a note.  Check out my website at www.authortwscott.com.  From there go to the contact page.  Please, guys, no dick picks.  Unless you are …never mind, no dick pics.  It is just amazing how many hard human parts find my inbox. No, I mean as in e-mail.  Naughty boy.

I write about nudists in my latest series Nudists of Shangri-La.  After much research, I tried to put myself into that mindset so I could write about it. Much of what I write about comes from actual life experiences, I will just leave it there.

This weekend try to love someone and make them feel special.  We need more genuine love in this world.  It is too full of hate, contempt, and bigotry all of which I rail against.

 Love and sex are two different things gentlemen.

We are much more alike than we are different.  Who we listen to and where we were raised, slants our mores but if we could all get together on the same page we would find we have much more in common than that which divides us.  The media for some reason are working overtime to drive us apart, but it is not true.  You even have more in common with the civilians of Russia than you know. The Gods don’t want you to know that, but it is true.

Yes, my newest novel Gods and Insects is coming along.  That is a tease….

That is actually what Nudists of Shangri-La is about, although it is a titillating novel it also has some enlightenment philosophy in it.  When reading that try to put yourself into Hal’s or Judy’s head.  Since it is narrative driven it is easy to do.  If you liked 50 shades you will love this book!

Much Love- TW

Hello UK!

I am not sure why but a large part of my readers come from the UK.  Not only here on the blog but from my book sales as well.

I find it amazing!  Is it my dry sense of humor that attracts you?

I have a special affection for the UK which is actually quite diverse.

  • Some of my favorite authors come from there.
  • I love the sense of humor that seems rife with folks from there.
  • I am crazy about your accents!

Maybe we could get together and I could say “howdy ya’ll” and you could say something brilliant about afternoon tea.

I just wonder what a week in the UK would do to my linguistic skills?  Or perhaps a week down under.

There are a few personalities that fascinate me from the UK.  Two of them are polar opposites from one another and probably could not be in the same room with one another.  Lily Allen and Katie Hopkins.  I adore you both!

Before you run off thinking that I am mad let me tie this up for you.

They are both alike in many ways.  While their politics are far from the same their attitudes are exactly the same.  In your face, “I am right you are wrong, Fuck Off!”  Both of them are totally polarizing figures.  There seems to be little middle ground with them.  The more you know about them the more you either loathe or love them.  It is the later with me ladies.

I think Katie is actually very intelligent and if you argue with her and you make your argument with logic and intelligence you might score points. She is open to being wrong just show her with logic and intelligence.  The loudest voice is not the way to win with anyone, least of all her.  Katie, I would love to meet you! I think I have watched every one of your YouTube videos and I must say that the interview with you and Milo had me rolling! Way too much and too funny!  If you tell me how I can get an autographed copy of your book I will buy it!

Lily Allen is such a strong feminist I am not sure if it is a positive thing or not. I would love to know where these songs come from.  In my book The Girl Next Door I actually write a song in her style.  My leading lady channels her a bit.  The lyrics are in the book as the song is a large part of the story.  Thus I had to write a song.  The song is very much a Lily Allen type song.

My point to this is not everyone is all bad or all good.  Everyone is different and I think we can all agree on that.  Both Katie and Lily have strong personalities and neither of them are afraid to speak their mind.

I also like Amanda Palmer… She is married to another one of the authors that I like.  Amanda is so brilliant I think that she borders on insanity.  I love her, I truly do but she certainly seems to straddle that fence of sane or insane, (in my humble opinion.)

She does this TED talk and I valued it. I would love to sit in a room with her and just talk with her.  Without the pressure of being on camera or recorded. I would love to crawl around in her head for a  bit.

On a slightly different topic, my lineage happens to come from that area as well.  It would seem that I am related to Winston Churchill.  I had heard the stories for years but, I finally took the time to dig into the ancestry and the DNA bit.  Yes, my mother’s mother was the connection.

I wonder what he would say today if he came back and saw the news.  What would he think about what has happened to this country that he defended so valiantly? Katie, would he go Bonkers?

I have my own thoughts but they are superfluous to the conversation.

Anyway UK, I wanted to tell you that I noticed you and appreciate you!

I appreciate all of my readers from all over the world.  Whether you are here on this blog or you actually go and read my novels.  Reading my blog and commenting is a compliment to me.

My latest novel #27 is 3000 odd words thus far.  I think its title will be Gods and Insects and currently, the dark world of DC is coming to fruition as I weave skullduggery into the plot.

My issue with this novel is that it requires me to think in a way that I am unaccustomed to.  I have to channel a bad person.

The weekend is upon us. if you have the time, read one of my novels.  With no agent as of yet, the price is dirt cheap!  My most expensive novel out there is still less than a cup of Starbucks mocha frappe whatever it is.

Many of you are familiar with my writing as you have read many of my novels. Saga of the Starduster is still my number one best seller!

Reading my books is a nice accolade.  Thanks so much for that!

Much Love -TW

Are You Blind?

Time is our stock in trade, use it wisely.

This topic has never been lost on me.  As we age and we bury more and more of our friends and family life takes on a new meaning.

I watch social media accounts and am consistently amazed at people.  “Damn, tomorrow is Monday!”  “Yipee, Tomorrow is Friday!”

I used to think like that.  I had a job that I liked most of the time, but it had its moments.  Carrying a product sample kit into a large medical facility in the Texas Medical Center during the summer is a task all to itself.  Add a tropical “disturbance” into the mix along with the August heat, and it is like being in a steam room only with hot water hitting you as well.

Walking into a clinic for cancer patients puddles off rainwater were around me as I closed the umbrella trying to make myself look as if I had not just been in the torrential rain when an older black man caught my attention.  There he was in a suit, tie, and hat looking as if he were headed to meet with some group of investors.

No, that man was a patient, and he just wanted to look his best.  He was jovial, and I was trying my best to understand him as we got on the overloaded elevator. We were in fact headed to the same place so as we walked together down the hall I asked him, “How about this Houston weather?”

I was expecting him to complain like most New Yorkers do, or to grumble as most would who just walked several blocks in the rain from the parking lot but no, he amazed me.

He said, “It is a beautiful day!” Ok, maybe the guy was blind.  “Beautiful?”

“Any day the good lord lets me suck in air in the morning, it is a beautiful day.”

It was me that was blind.  I never forgot that.  I look at life differently as I make my way through each and every day.  Did I use my time here in a productive way?  Did I assist someone else on this journey we call life?

Yesterday I was at another funeral of a family member.  The drive was long, and the traffic was brutal.  The church was out in the middle of nowhere, but I got there early.  As family members came through the doors, it was a mixture of tears and laughter.

The funeral is not for the deceased it is for you, and the rest of us “still sucking air.”

Indeed this was a celebration of this man’s life.

After a lengthy service, we ate a meal together provided by the church.  We visited with family that I had not seen in years and made a promise to keep in touch.  One last thing to do before the sunset was to drive another fifty miles to this small cemetery out in the country and say our final farewells to this man who brought so much happiness to so many.

The wind was out of the north blowing, howling actually, bringing the windshield down to the teens.  For Texans that is cold!

I was dressed for it, but many were not.  As the final words were said, the first spade of soil was tossed into the hole by his last remaining brother.  There was not a dry eye there as turns were taken to throw some dirt in the grave.

We departed the cemetery as the last rays of sunlight were casting auburn fingers across the sky as if to reach in and grab the soul of our family member, and take him home.

Driving the several hours back to Dallas the day played through my mind.  Each and every conversation with family members, each hug, handshake and the warmth of the members of that small country church played through my thoughts.

Late last night as I checked my e-mail I read of yet another friend who passed away and soon I will making my way to East Texas.

As I write this tonight, I wonder if I made the best use of my day today. I was tired and did not do too much of anything.  I played with the cats, wrote on my latest book, tried to teach myself another song on the guitar and admired Mary Chapin Carpenter for her talents.  I am ending this day thinking of you who take the time to read my blogs and novels and of course tweets.

Don’t let today slip away my friends, it will never repeat itself! Did you make good use of your time here sucking in air?

Much love!  -TW

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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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

 

The reasons behind writing “The Girl Next-door”…#anorexia

My recent tweets about all of us starting out life as girls have stirred up some controversy. Sorry, I don’t have an issue with talking about controversial topics.  As soon as we all start speaking and listening, we can then come to an understanding of the facts, and not the half-truths or deliberate lies.

Before we talk about the Girl Next Door, let me just affirm that yes, we all start out life as girls.  Somewhere in the process of being born the chromosomes do their thing.  If you are to be a male something called the “virilization process occurs.” Female parts turn into male parts. Ovaries turn into testicles and vagina’s turn into scrotums.  That line up the middle of the scrotum is a scar from where the labia majora turned into a beautiful little place to house the testicles’ as they must be kept cooler in respect to the internal temperature of the body.  This cooler temperature is necessary to keep the sperm alive.  And yes that little love button explicitly created for pleasure, with twice the nerve endings as a penis, turns into the pride of most men, and a joy to most women.

Wiring in the brain becomes different to accommodate the difference in the sexes although who knows exactly what the anatomical differences are.  In short, Virginia, that is why men have tits!

I weave these facts in the tapestry of several of my novels as the information needs to be out there for the masses in an acceptable format.  As part of a story, people are more amenable to reading about it than if they are just confronted with it.  Are there differences in the sexes?  Yes, besides plumbing and a few small physical changes and, we are hormonally very different.  Those hormones are part and parcel to go along with the procreation process.

You can take the most male of men and with hormone therapy turn them into a crybaby when a sad movie is played.  Conversely, you can take the most feminine of girly girls and cause them to grow a beard, bulk up, and of course alter their personality and mental makeup altogether.  Hormones are critical to who we are and not too much attention is paid to them. Many are treated with psychotropic meds for depression when their doctors should be looking at their hormones!

One of my favorite singers growing up died of complications due to Anorexia.  That is what caused me to dive into anorexia, to begin with.  Later I had a friend pass because of this disease. Since then I have known many who have dealt with it.  While I often forget to eat, I don’t look in the mirror and see a fat person when the opposite is true.  I just am missing whatever trigger one has, that tells them to eat.  Lightheadedness is usually my cue to eat.

The Girl Next Door is a rags to riches story of a young woman who has had a pretty messed up childhood.  She is gorgeous and anecdotally should have a trail of broken hearts attached to her resume.

Her mother dies in an accident leaving just her and her father, who is bereft of the ability to assist her.  She works through her issues by focusing on school, until her last week when the pixies intervene.  It is time for her to discover herself and prepare for an adventure of a lifetime.

The Girl-Next-Door is a heartwarming tale of love and adventure as our characters travel to Scotland.   There she meets destiny head-on in a small pub on the coast.

The feedback thus far has been great.

In talking with people all over the country, I have learned that anorexia is more prevalent than even what I thought it was.  Some of you who follow me here on WordPress are dealing with this.  I would love to know your story.  I would also really appreciate your thoughts on The Girl Next Door.  I have tried to deal with this in a story format, that is fun.  Try putting the serious subject matter of anorexia in a fun, sexy romp, that not only deals with medical issues but gay issues as well. I dare you!

That is why this blog is juxtaposed with two complex subjects.  If you have read my blogs, tweets or even my books, you know that I genuinely care about people.  People from all walks of life, not just the well to do people.

When you figure out that we are all granted so many heartbeats, and that money or otherworldly things will not make a difference in the end, then you can move forward. Bill Gates, is no more special than you or I.  He has more worldly resources perhaps, but he has no more time on this earth than the next person.  There are no expiration dates stamped on your foot or mine.  When the bell tolls, we will know it.  Until then, seize the day!

If you like my blog, please follow me and tell others about me.  There are lots of good things here that others could benefit from if they knew about it.  While my end game is to sell books and promote my brand, a significant reason for this blog is to get to know you, the people who follow me.  You guys make it worth it.  I love reading what you write.

Through my website at www.authortwscott.com, I get lots of e-mails, and I am fine with that.  Comments here are good too.  Follow me on Twitter @authortwscott or @TWSCOTT823 and help spread the word.  I started the marketing process way too late.  I had written over twenty novels before I got serious about marketing.  Foolishly, I thought Agents would just come flocking by the droves, and I would have to beat them off with a club.

Nope.  While I do much better than many independent authors on sales, I still have a day job too!

My goal is to Quite the Day job and write full time.

Comments or suggestions are always appreciated.  Some of the feedback I get is about typos, and those are very much appreciated too. Even in my tweets, I see some of the silliest typos.  I cannot afford to pay some editor some ridiculous amount of money to watch for dangling participles. The same is true of hiring an artist to do my cover art.  I have done it as best I can with the time and skills allotted to me.  That is why the feedback is so excellent. One can read a sentence a hundred times, and miss the “you” instead of the “your” every time!

That is also why I have books on Kindle Unlimited. Many will read something for free and with luck, will spend a minute to tell me what they think.

Thanks for the follows, tweets and retweets!  If you are one of the many who are reading my books, Thank You so much!  It truly means a lot to me that you went out and purchased one of my novels or even read some of the free ones on Kindle Unlimited.

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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