Nude Webcamming, Is that something you would consider?

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

 

Greetings and welcome to my Blog.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cyber Subs, no not submarines but SUBS!

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

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

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

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

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Much Love –TW

Below you will see an excerpt from Cyber Subs.

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

Escape from Hell

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

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

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

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

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

“My friend Billy likes you, Trisha.”

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

David laughed; he knew that she was right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You still have Denny?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re showing your boobs for tips?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Without even an interview?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yea, that too, but we had fun.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok, I will bite, what is this?”

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

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

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

“Of course, what about her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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-TW

Excerpt from my number one best seller!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone is somebody but, you know what I mean.

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

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

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

 

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

“Where is Donny?” Martha asked.

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

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

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

“Sarah, I feel different,” Patty said.

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

“Was there purpose in this?” Martha asked.

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

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

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

“Does Donald know this?” Patty asked.

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

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

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

Follow the link and read the whole book!

Much Love TW

Check your Brain at the Door

Those of you that know me know that I watch very little television.  If you want someone to tell you what to believe, look at the news.  Journalism as we know it is dead.  Everyone has an opinion and if you are not sure of the facts, just watch any of the major networks, and they will tell you what to believe and how you should respond.

I instead decided to watch an old movie.  The reason for the film is that I am writing a book which has to do with a mystery under the ocean.  This mystery is claiming ships.  The victims don’t have time to understand what is happening to them before they go to Davy Jones locker.  10,000 words into it I remembered an old movie called The Abyss.  A trip to the half price book store not only was educational but profitable in that I found a copy of the film.

I was in hopes of gaining some inspiration for my novel.

Wow, no such luck! 

Do you ever watch a movie with a critical eye?  As a writer of over 25 novels; man do I get it!  With back to the future, they had the flux capacitor.  In my novel Under Roswell, I invented the PITM or Point In time Modulator.  Creative writing must be laced with truths, that make sense.  Unless you are creating Avatar and hope that the special effects will make your movie great, the story must also make sense and have some believability to it.

The physics of Abyss were just abysmal.  I love the little creatures and special effects, but the movie could have used a little more, or better technical writing.  I sat there watching it having trouble with the story.  Possibly some of the continuity that it lacked fell on the cutting room floor.

When these massive ships are lifted out of the ocean on top of the alien craft, it was kind of impressive until you see their propellers wiggle in the breeze.  Had those been real ships those propellers weigh tons. For them to flutter in the breeze would require more than a cat five hurricane!

“They must have done something to us; we did not decompress, we should be dead.”  Was this an afterthought.  Ok it was filmed in 1989, and I have no idea what the budget was but still.”

Many movies through history have been a technical disappointment in many ways.  One of my all-time favorites was Journey to the Center of the Earth.  Filmed in Carlsbad Caverns, the movie got my imagination going. Years later in life I got a large screen television and dared to watch it from a DVD.

Boy was that a mistake!

While they are standing on the top of the mountain waiting for a shaft of sunlight to point the way, the cinematographer captures a group picture of them on Mt. Scalterous.   There in the blue sky behind them, is their shadow.

My hat is actually off to the writers of Big Bang theory.  I understand physics pretty damned well, and they get it.  The writers of House were good as well.  I also have a good understanding of medical procedures and pharmacy and so on.  My point is that it can be done, it just takes a little effort.

The tropes with Russia being the bad guy and of course the psycho navy seal that is going to nuke something causing our hero to inhale liquid goo that will allow him to dive over two miles deeper is more than a little far-fetched.

By the way, if you watched this movie you might remember our hero’s swimming from the bottom of the rig on the ocean floor from one hatch to another.  Got that, they are thousands of feet down on the ocean floor, and they are just going to open up a hatch, take a deep breath and swim from one hatch to another.

Our heroine tells him that it is barely above freezing. Yeah ok…How about the pressures their bodies would be under at that depth.

For you nerds out there, at sea level, every square inch of your body has 14.6 pounds of pressure being applied to it. The pressure increases one atmosphere for every 32 feet or so.  They would have been crushed at that depth once they exited the craft.  With over 16,000 pounds per square inch, I don’t think the physics would work.

Our military or any military will only admit that our subs are capable to go to depths of 3000 feet.  Some quick math tells you that is 14,000 pound per square inch.  Think about how much pressure that is?  Did you ever watch voyage to the bottom of the sea?  Reflect on those large windows in the front of the sub.  Yeah right!

There are so many things wrong with this movie that one really must check their brain that the door, get some popcorn and just don’t think about it.

In my novels, I try to make things believable, and my fiction has some science or physics behind it, in most cases.  I would challenge writers; you included if you are a writer, to step up your game.  When people read your novels or watch a movie that was made from your book, wouldn’t it be nice if the science actually made some sense?

The story line must have continuity, and that too was lacking in this movie.

Toward the end of the show, our hero must make a choice, die or let his wife die.  Tough choice but since they have been playing crash cars with the bad guy in submersibles and survived it, why not throw some emotions into the movie, some drama.

I like the leading characters in this film and their acting was superior to the others, sorry; it is true.  Drowning in freezing water, her plan is for her husband to drag her lifeless body back under the water without a suit (remember the 16,000 lbs of pressure) from the failing submersible to the “moon bay” which is an open pit that resembles a swimming pool.  Once back on board they are to restart her heart with a defibrillator.

Folks, you use a defibrillator if the heart is out of its normal sinus rhythm something called tachycardia.  If the normal rhythm is such that the muscles of the heart are not working synchronously with one another little or no blood will be pumped to the brain and other organs, thus death is probably going to be the outcome.  That is when you use a defibrillator to put the heart back into a normal rhythm. It actually stops the heart and then with luck the normal regulator of the heart gets things going again.

If there is no heart beat, CPR is your best chance.  “Zapping a nude wet body with a stopped heart” makes good theatrics but awful writing.  Slapping her face telling her she never backed away from a fight was interesting but of course, she was unconscious so again, good theatrics.

Since I spent some time watching this movie, I could not help but comment.  It is my hope that you writers out there find some gem or pearl of wisdom and make your stories more believable.

To you vampire writers out there, if a vampire puts on sun screen, can he or she go out in the daylight?

Much Love!  -TW

The Saga of the Starduster

The saga of the Starduster was a fun novel to create.

TW loved creating stories as a child.  Having no idea that the bed time stories, created on the fly, would ever amount to anything.  Thinking back on my youth, I often wonder what it would be like to travel back in time knowing what you know now, but still in your child body.

The saga of the Starduster has a scene where our hero does just that through a fluke of alien technology and a lot of imagination from the author.

TW enjoyed crawling into the mind of Don as he is whisked off the international space station by an alien race who was shot at unbeknown to them by one of their foes.  Thinking that the hostility emanated from the blue planet not far from them the captain with a name we cannot pronounce investigates.

That antics TW takes the readers through while the Captain is trying to figure out who or what is on this blue planet are hilarious.  They use television broadcast to seek to determine what or who is on this planet and are they friendly.

TW references a scene from Sharknado among others.  The Captain and the crew of the alien vessel see the shows and take an entirely different perspective.

As Don learns that he has Cancer, the alien doctor tells him that she has created a virus to attack his cancer cells but must sequester him as the virus is meant for his cancer which is unique to him.

The story takes on many twists and turns as you travel back in time with Don, who ends up in his third-grade class as a child with the mind of a fifty-year-old man.

Love blossoms as his crush on his teacher now play out in a very strange way.

Romance with an alien doctor on a space station light years from the Earth is just one of the highlights of The Saga of the Starduster.

This novel is quickly becoming one to watch as the downloads are picking up worldwide. I have not marketed it much at all.  It is an inexpensive read with a surprise ending.

This novel is available on many e-book retailers including Amazon and Smashwords.

TW does not believe in sad endings, but your heart strings may be tugged at a little.   For you, science fictions nuts like myself, this novel is not lite on science fiction.

TW’s wry sense of humor and wit are all through most of the stories with the brand TWScott, but especially in this one, you will see several examples of it.

So if you were Don and ended up sitting in front of your third-grade teacher now, what would you do?  If you had a crush on your first or fifth, you pick her or him and then tell me, (us) what would you do?

I love the idea of it, so to me, it was a bonus for the novel.

Update!  Since the novel has been selling rather well I went back and took a look at it.  Finding a few typos I fixed them, added some text here and there and modified the cover art to include the phrase “Skinny Dipping on an alien world was probably not their best idea.”

If you want to get better at your craft practice practice practice!  This novel just got better.  It is updated on #amazon rev 3.1.  Give them a few hours to approve it and then go and get your updated copy!

Much Love -TW

Yes, Smashwords does not like crack..Buttcrack…

Yes, they really did object…

Dragon Master and the Witch
Book Cover for Dragon MAster and the Witch By TWScott

If that is not art I will eat it…. Good thing it is digital…

When I posted that blog about my cover art some were amazed that Smashwords would take issue with my witch in the lake.

It is sad that I had to do this to pacify the Puritans …

IMG_4377

No, witches don’t really melt when you get them in water.  Could you imagine if they did, there would be no witches, Well, no witches that you could stand to be around as they would stink the high heavens!

Yes, Witches enjoy a shower like the rest of the world.  Yes, some witches do have nice butts even though I admit that my cover art witch, is my creation…. Lol

My claim is that I was under the spell of the witches to create butt that is perfect from the bottom to the top…

I like Big Butts and I cannot lie… oops I digress 

I was thinking about a story regarding Francisco Goya when I got this from Smashwords.

Modified Goya Nude MAJA
modified by others and eventually me to look more natural.

This painting of his was so risqué that it was not seen in public.  He in fact never got to see his work on public display during his lifetime.

I love this painting, not so much for the Nude Maja but the incredible detail.

I did a study of fabric with my own nude and mine is crap compared to his.

Lady in Blue
Fabric Study 2000

I found Goya’s on line and took the liberty of doing a little touch-up.  Still this is a fabulous painting so much so that I may do one like it just to have it on my wall.  No, can’t sell a copy of someone’s painting but there is nothing wrong with doing it for yourself.

Often times we artist get into trouble when we do such things for pecuniary interests.  (Making money)

Copying his work however to learn, is perfectly acceptable.

I enjoy art immensely.  I could not resist touching up this painting by Goya.  I did it for two reasons really.

The first is the copy I found on the internet has been modified already from the original.  Second I came to know the painting as I can see his brush strokes.  The paint used is nothing like we have today.  Back in the day, they made their own paint and cadmium red or cadmium anything was toxic as hell.

While we think that we are safer today with our modern day paints and chemicals I would tell you that just because it is odorless does not mean that it is not toxic.  I still use very well ventilated areas for painting.  In the cooler months, I might very well go outside to paint.

Today with the IPad Pro and some good software, I can get my art fix with no chemicals.

Take a look at the Goya and then my fabric study and you will see what I mean.

I did this fifteen plus years ago so consider that when judging me … LOL

In other News, Perpetual Palpitation seems to be moving up the charts of books downloaded. 

If you are on this blog, and you are the one of those buying it, Thanks for that!

I look for trends and then try to analyze them.

Marketing 101 ….

For Some of you, it is already Monday Morning…On behalf of us still, on Sunday have a great and Super Week!

Much Love  -TW