Response to an E-mail

Should we move the second hand on the doomsday clock?

“Wow TW, you don’t think much of humans do you?”

Yep, that was from an e-mail.  This person took objection to me comparing humans to cockroaches.

“At least we know some people read my blog and think to send me a note…” 🙂

Let’s try and put this into context for them, shall we?

If you are comparing apples to apples some are tastier, better looking and even more resilient when it comes to resisting bugs than others.  Comparing apples to oranges gets a little bit trickier.

When you compare humans to each other some are definitely more stable, intelligent and wiser than others.  That does not make them any better necessarily it just makes them different.

The average IQ of the average human is around 100.  Anything above 100 is, of course, your thinkers, your higher level strategizers and so forth. Stephen Hawking, rest his soul, was right up there with Einstein which I would guess to be close to 160.

Anything over 160 borders on insanity…fyi…

I personally do not put much stock into the whole IQ thing as it is a way of assigning a number or value to people, putting them into a hole if you will.

In Saga of the Starduster, I talk about humans coming into contact with a race of very intelligent people with high IQ’s.  How does that work out for them?

So, compare humans to a race of folks who can build an interstellar craft, alter time, and shift in and out of this reality at will.

Now compare the thinkers and philosophers to people who spend their countries fortunes on building a bigger and more powerful weapon that is capable of blowing up the planet.  They starve the very people that they need to work the farms and provide the resources for their pitiful excuse of a government to function.  Short-sighted does not even come close to accurately describing them.

Then you have the class of folks who want everything for free until it is their turn to pay for “everything” for others of that ilk, and then they wake up.

I think comparing some individuals to cockroaches might actually do a disservice to the cockroach.   Do you realize that if one of these “leaders” actually touches off a nuke and kills us all, the cockroach might very well be the lone survivor?  It has evolved into a pretty good machine.  Putin was just quoted as telling the UK not to threaten a Nuclear Power.  Are we moving the Doomsday clock closer to midnight?  Even he knows that those are toys you will never get to play with.  If that Geni gets loose again there are too many others with those kinds of toys who would not want to play too.

“The meek shall inherit the earth…Are cockroaches meek?”

Stephen Hawking was a personal hero of mine.  I wish I had met him. Not only was he very smart, thought outside the box and did not let others browbeat him but, he was a survivor. Last night when the news broke that he had passed, some person was quick to report that he used to run over the toes of those that he did not like with his wheelchair.  Why they felt it necessary to besmirch the character of such a great man minutes after his death boggles my mind.  Some people are very small indeed!

Had he run over my toes, I would have been honored just to be that close to him.

As far as science, physics and Quantum physics go, Stephen was a giant!

While I may be in hot water with one of my readers, Stephen called us once an advanced breed of monkeys.  Think about that one.

I hope that clears up my comparison.  No, I don’t think humans are dullards or cockroaches.  I do know that we can be self-serving, lazy, petulant and downright idiotic. We can also be benevolent, brilliant and beautiful, which are you?

By the way, since I have finished the Nudists series for a bit, I am back to work on Gods and Insects.  Several more chapters sprang to life from my nimble fingers the other night and I like the way that it is coming along.

Look for more updates soon.

Much Love -TW

Productivity in the Workplace and Smartphones.

“If your leaning you should be cleaning!”

As a person with many years of business acumen, I could not help but notice the trend of smartphones in use in just about any workplace.

From the film about the infamous Roy Crock we heard the phrase, “if your leaning you should be cleaning.” This phrase came back to me today as I ate my lunch at some quaint little restaurant on the square in McKinney Texas.

This place is a new place that is also a bakery.  One woman in the back was always on the move decorating cakes and cookies.  I watched her for a bit as I ate and she never took a break for even a drink.  The manager or possibly her husband/owner went back to speak with her, and she never stopped working while they talked.  I think it was business related as the look on his face was one of concern and not one of lighthearted banter.

Now, let’s talk about the waiters and waitresses. The young lady behind the counter responsible for drinks also never stopped working.  The two on the floor were attentive enough but, were always on their phones.  Was there cleaning that they could have been doing?

If they are on their phones texting or who knows what, their eyes are not on the customers or possibly assisting someone else.

You can always tell the people who have something to lose vs. the hired help.  It is much easier today with the smartphone.

In office buildings, I see workers with phones in their hands or on their desk.  Often they are in their hands.

I cannot help but wonder if the addiction to these devices is more detrimental than we realize.

Just last week I was on a short road trip to a customer’s place where an 18 wheeler driver was all over the road.  Backing off there were several times that he came within inches of clipping guard rails.  The driver was out of his lane more than he was in it.

Someone honked at him as he jerked it back into his lane.  Within moments he was back to doing what I call the dance.  It would be interesting to know how many people have died playing with smartphones while driving.

I finally passed him, and he did not even look up as he was focused on his phone.

From Texting to Social media to looking for the elusive Pokémon creature, smartphones are not smart.

Mine is set to not bother me while I am driving.  If someone texts me, they are alerted to the fact that I am driving and I will not get their text until I stop.  I would encourage everyone who drives and has a phone to set it like that.

My calls funnel through the car system via blue tooth which is just fine.

There are many inexpensive devices to use your blue tooth enabled phone to go through your car stereo.  If your car is not equipped with it now, a method via a cheap device which plugs into your lighter adapter is available for just a few dollars.

I would be remiss if I did not mention that most of the customers were also on their phones and tablets even when they were sitting with others at the same table.

“Hello, I am here!”

Our social skills in this world are de-evolving I think.  Practice loving one another, and that starts by listening to them and not reading some mindless chatter on social media and hitting like.

On the book front, I am wrapping up book two of Nudists in Shangri-La.  I am excited about the story.  I have managed to take a titillating story and put some meat into it so not only will you be entertained but, there is an actual plot that makes all sorts of sense.

If the interests are there, I could write a third in the series.  I want you all after you read it, to tell me.

Visit me at WWW.AuthorTWScott.com  go to the contact page and say hello.

As far as these blogs, I appreciate the follows and comments.  If you like the blog, I think you can press it or republish it on your site.  I believe….

You followers of my blog and Twitter accounts get the first bit of news of what is going on.  When I run a sale on something, you folks are the only people that know about it. That is my way of thanking you for following me.

As an aside let me tell you about the place I ate.
The food was good. The presentation was good. The price was reasonable. For a shop on the square, it is what I expected. Had the staff not been always on their phone, I probably would not have noticed it. I see this everywhere I go but, when you are dealing with the public, perception is everything.

If I had a nit it would be this. I ordered a Dr. Pepper and I heard her open the can behind the counter. She poured half of it into a water glass full of ice.

As a rule, I don’t drink beverages out of cans. When I buy them at the store, I find them in bottles or I don’t drink them. I prefer glass bottles over plastic, but plastic over aluminum.

Having said that, my drink was empty and she did not offer to re-fill it. I paid a high price for a half can of soda. That is a nit… If I go back I will stick with water.

I hope the week is good for you!  I look forward to getting this next book released to you soon.

Much Love!  -TW

Would have, Should have, Could have!

How badly do you want it?

Does that sound like you?

Many of you know that my closest friend was sick. My friend passed, and last week was the funeral. I was tasked with providing the Eulogy.

As a writer, I am blessed as I can turn a colorful phrase, provide an anecdote that people will resonate with, and make sure that I keep it light.

As a friend, this was one of the hardest things that I have ever written. I knew this person intimately. As a matter of fact, I knew them better than anyone else alive. It was only fitting that I was tasked with the Eulogy.

There are many stages of grief, and I am still at the guilt stage. I wanted them to hang around longer, fight harder and don’t let the bastards win. My friend was tired of the battle and the doctors and ready to go be with the lord.

The guilt is from I was thinking about me, and not them.

I am sure I will be turning the corner and running into lonely soon enough, as the hard cold facts settle in.

My friend is no more.

The phone number will cease to work and my caller id will no longer pop up with that name.

The difference between myself and even my parents was that when I breathe my last breath, I am hoping not to have too many of those “I should have or could have done this or that’s, undone.”

You are in control of your destiny. It is easy to blame someone else, but when it comes down to it, you are in control.

How badly do you want it?

To distract myself while my friend was in the process of dying I accepted a challenge to write a novel that is somewhat racy. A complete work of fiction of the 50 shades variety has garnered more attention than any of my other published works, and I just released it.

An email from a naturist wanted to read a book about that subject. They had just red Cyber Subs and liked it, so I blended naturism and 50 shades type material together.

It was not a matter of should have or could have, it was a matter of just doing it.
It is one of those fun reads that you read late at night on your Kindle when the kids are asleep.

If you are like me when I read before I go to sleep, often times I find elements of what I read in my dreams. Kind of fun if you have a vision like that and don’t wake up with red stripes on your backside.  🙂

My friend that passed knew me well too. My friend was a constant companion for many years and in fact my personal cheerleader. If I wrote a Sci-Fi great. If I wrote a young adult story, Great. If I write something like Nudist of Shangri-La, great! If I write about witches super. Whatever I write about is just that, a creative story that will resonate with some, and not with others. That is ok.

The question is, what do you want to read? What will sell?

I was editing the story last night before I went to bed. You can make notes on your Kindle, did you know that?

Anyway, I was reading the 11000-word sex scene that will entice you to not put the book down. Reading it from the frame of mind of an editor, I didn’t recognize my handiwork. If you did not know me one would wonder what kind of person I was?

I am a writer that can put myself in any mindset I choose to. I could be a nun or religious nut in one story, or a mass murderer in another. I can pilot a spaceship from one galaxy to the next, and stand toe to toe with NASA’s brightest in the next.
I am a writer. I am only limited by my imagination and time.

“You can be that too.”
Many of you who read my blog are bloggers and authors. I follow you, and as time permits I look at what you have written. Most of you are quite talented.

Turn all of your “should haves” into “I did that!”

When the bell tolls make sure that there is nothing left on the table. Live your life!
Thanks for all the well wishes during this somewhat rough patch of road. Who knows, tomorrow I may meet a new person who will need a friend like me.

Much Love -TW

What if there were no politicians?

What would it take to get the news media to just report the bloody news?

I have said it time, and time again the news is toxic. Everything you read or hear is suspect.  Are they just telling you the facts or are they practicing yellow journalism?

There was a reporter who I knew personally that years ago reported that the scanners at the airport were safe and not as invasive as the pictures were showing.

I know better, and I called her on it accusing her of practicing yellow journalism.

What is Yellow Journalism?

Basically, it is half-truths.

“Officer, did you try to stop the bank robber?”

“Yes!”

“Did you pull your service revolver?”

“Yes.”

“Did you pull the trigger?”

“Yes.”

“And the bank robber still got away with the money?”

“Yes.”

“Your excused officer.”

 

“Boy, I am sure glad they didn’t ask me if my gun was loaded.  I keep my one bullet in my pocket just in case.” He thought.

That is an example of yellow journalism.  Albeit fictitious and oversimplified.

My friend was telling the world via the news media that the scanners at the airport were safe and one would get more radiation at flying at altitude than using the scanner.

The lie or half-truth is that they are two different kinds of radiation.  Flying at altitude is cosmic radiation which is known to cause skin cancer.
Many Pilots get skin cancer from spending many hours above 30,000 feet.  If you are a frequent flyer, go see a dermatologist regularly.

“You really do get used to having people examine all of you…NA, not really!”  On my last visit, she looks at me in the face as I sat there with that flimsy paper gown falling off and shakes my hand and says. “It was nice to see you again…”  Think about that one.  She had just finished examining every nook and cranny.  Rude bits included. “Nice?” I know, I am overreacting.

The kind of radiation that the scanners at the airport use are ionizing radiation which penetrates your body much more in-depth and does more damage than that of cosmic radiation. Yes, your chromosomes and DNA can be messed with.  From cancers to who knows what.

What does that do to your eyes?  Can it heat up the internal structures of the eyes causing them to get cataracts or maybe stop functioning as they normally would?  I know, let’s ask someone in the news who has stock in the company that makes the machines, that will certainly get us the truth!

And then there is in some back room someone looking at everybody’s naked body one at a time.  While I would imagine that they would become numb to it after a bit, the powers that be, are lying to us.

Is the old Jack Nicholson quote true? “Can we not handle the truth?”

Goddammit, this is America, not some third world dictatorship!  Or is it?

What brought this to the forefront is the media and their complicit passion of assisting the liberal hooligans who want to disarm Americans and sell their poison using every disaster that happens as a wedge to pit one American against another.  Then you have paid operatives who stir the animus created on both sides to further the schism that they have created.  The chasm is already so deep that a Trump voter had best not tell anyone who he voted for.  Did you see the guy get pulled out of his car and beat up because he had a Trump/ Pence sticker on it?

Today there was a politician railing against guns.  He called the rifle “fully semi-automatic.”

I am sorry you ignorant moron, the non-shooting public may be traumatized by your rhetoric but the “truth” is, it is either fully automatic or semi-automatic.  I have no effing idea what a fully semi-automatic weapon is.  It is kind of like being fully half naked.  I am either dressed or naked, not both.

How about clam chowder soup?  It is either chowder or soup. 

How do they find these morons to interview?  Do they give them a script?

Lies and half-truths are to manipulate the voters.  They need to tie all gun violence to the NRA and the Republicans. Entirely a false narrative but so many will hear “fully semi-automatic” and say, “we need more gun control!” Not having a clue that what the moron just said was bullshit!

I really do want accountability in the press.  They should not be able to knowingly lie to you. In government parlance that would be collusion.

What are the long-term politicians afraid of?

Do you want to know who is crooked in DC?

I can tell you an easy way to determine who.  While this may not be 100% accurate, I bet it is at least 95% correct.

Those that are squealing the loudest like a pig stuck under a gate, foolishly not supporting our president are most likely the ones that need to go. Their gravy train with biscuit wheels is being threatened by a man who cannot be bought.

Do you realize how many people have run for office on getting term limits passed and it has never happened?

It is time for the crooks to be prosecuted and those long-term “politicians” to go home.

When the media is in bed with the snakes in the swamp, we the American people are the victims.

  • Is it time to look at how we elect our “rulers” and lawmakers?
  • It is past time to look into the appointed demigods who think that they know better than you?
  • Is it time to hold the press accountable for creating this rift between the American people?
  • Is it time to tell comedians that they are not funny when they poke half of all Americans in the eye with a stick?

If you want to take over a country, you control or dismantle the press. In war times they took out the transmitting towers. They jammed the airways keeping the people from hearing the truth.  Some countries do not allow any outside input to get to their citizens to keep them in line.  Of course, they also do not have any weapons, so they are entirely subjugated by the ruling class. We are headed that way, and our press is complicit with those that want to destroy this country.  Why?

  • If you voted for Trump, good for you.
  • If you voted for Hillary, good for you.
  • If you voted for Bernie, Bless your heart but, good for you.

At least you voted!

I would like to see legislation passed to hold the press accountable for knowingly spreading lies and propaganda.  Whether it is for ratings or some darker more nefarious purpose, it is time to stop the hate, and that starts with the media.

It should not make any difference which network you watch.  The news should be the news.  Journalism in our country seems dead at the moment, and I believe that the community organizing of one community against the other is to blame for it.

Like labeling on cigarettes, if some talking head is “opinion” based a label on the screen should alert the viewer “Caution what you are looking at and listening to is biased opinion and not necessarily the truth.”

Who is behind this community organizing?  Who is spreading so much vile hate and ugliness? Who is promoting these lies and myths at the expense of children?

Hold these people accountable.

 

That is all!

I am going back to writing fantasy as I create the rules, the settings, the relationships and I can kill whoever I want to! I can also love whoever I want to.  There is power in the pen, and that is doubly true for the keyboard and a fertile imagination.

Please check out my site, my tweets and most of all my novels.  The last one is selling like hotcakes!

If you have a comment, feel free to agree, disagree or just say hello.  Please keep it civil as I really am about stopping the hate.  Hate is toxic! 

Love will fix a lot of blunders and just stupid prejudices, and that is what I am about. There is no room on this earth for bigotry and hate, and it starts with you; Love someone.

 

Much Love -TW

 

Nudists of Shangri-La     

Judy was not sure she wanted what Steve had to offer, her inner demon changed her mind.

Often I get e-mails asking if I would consider writing about this or that… The ideas are appreciated, and sometimes I give them a whirl.

Someone who liked Cyber Subs asked if I would write about Naturism or Nudists?

Hmmm, I see many books like that on Amazon, and I touch on it in Hole in Time and Saga of the Starduster but, since they liked Cyber Subs, I thought, what if I create a book that touched on that subject and…Dom Sub stuff?

You may be asking how in the world did I do that?

Well, what if a young couple was having issues in their marriage.  The wife had a friend from college that she sort of kind of had a fling with way back when experimenting in school as many do, and the same friend from out of the blue finds a pamphlet about a place in the hills of California that brags they teach a path to enlightenment. This friend (Sally) sends it to Judy asking her “can we do this?”

What the hell does enlightenment have to do with having no sex life and nudism you asked?

That was the twist, how do I make that work and create a fun story full of naughtiness that will entertain even the men who read such things, and will undoubtedly treat the ladies who read 50 shades or other similar novels.

So there is something in here for everyone..over 18…please…thanks

Hal, the guy that ignores his wife gets suckered into going up to this place in the mountains when he learns it is kind of like a commune. His wife went the year before and got wild with it. She wanted to take her husband and go back in hopes that a little nudity and a few of the exercises that promote a path to enlightenment might get him to see that she needs love, and not just the usual once a month crap. “ouch, did I strike a nerve?”  Sorry….

While they’re doing the exercises, a tall, dark gentleman sees her and tries to get something going with her.  Finding herself in a group with him and four other men in it and Judy the only lady, the antics turn up the fire a few notches as she now is interested in this blue-eyed man who has a reputation for being sadistic.

“Can you imagine being naked in a group of 6 people and you are the only female?  One of the challenges was to have one person lay in the middle for 30 minutes, and have each person simultaneously put oil on you and massage you leaving no place unexplored.” “Yeah, that is what I thought when my characters came up with that bit of naughtiness.” “no rude bits untouched or unmolested..” mmmm  No not a lunchtime read…no…

Having five men touching her at one time (putting their fingers everywhere) did not do it, she wanted to feel this guy’s whip on her and then be fucked stupid!

Judy, Hal’s wife spies on Steve (the rude dude)  to watch him put stripes on his wife’s ass and, she comes back for more.

They play rough!

Judy wants in, she thinks.

The standard inner argument occurs where she rationalized everything to sate the demon inside her, known as her dark side. (we all have them)

This story will undoubtedly entertain the person who gave me the idea, and I think it will delight anyone who liked 50 shades.

There are well over eleven thousand words just for the one scene that you all want to find!  I will not tell you where it is my lovelies, you will have to seek it out.  Take heart, there are few wasted words in this novel and each chapter is worth reading and enjoying.  This is not your typical lunchtime read as this will get some things going in that part of your brain that gets the juices stirring…Yes, I said juices…

It is actually not a dark novel, it is adult, very adult and a fun read.

This is not my usual type of story.  I just wanted to prove to this person that if you give me enough of an idea that I can work with, I can create a book in less than a week!  That includes editing and creating a cover.  So much for my vacation!

Listen, I hope that you all had a very productive and happy Valentine’s day!

I certainly hope that it was more than roses and chocolate!   If not, Bon Appetit and I am sorry… Try Merlot with dark chocolate. Not as good as an orgasm but, undoubtedly delicious…

The book was uploaded an hour ago, check my author page, and it will show up soon.

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

Much Love -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

Naughty Novels

Wherever you find love you should hang on to it!

Perpetual Palpitation 

As I stated in an earlier blog, I have tried my hand at a few stories with adult content.

The reasons are many but suffice it to say, I enjoy books with a story, a plot and hopefully an unpredictable trope or two.

I recently noticed an uptick in sales of Perpetual Palpitation.

If you have read this book, Thanks so much!

Perpetual Palpitation or forever and heartbeats   One could and should interpret this to Love Always.

After a brutal divorce, instigated by his wife of many years, Ben decided he must change his course in life.  Spending his early years starting and building a mega-business, he had no time for himself and certainly no time for his young family.  Not even aware that his daughter was not really his, Ben buries himself in his work until one day he is served with divorce papers.

Selling the company per the divorce decree, Ben takes his half of their fortune, packs his car with some clothes and his laptop; and leaves California in his rearview mirror.  With no destination in mind, he only heads east.

Several days later Ben ends up on Amelia Island; he simply ran out of road away from his past.

Finding a beach house to rent, he pulls out his laptop and seeks to do that which he has always dreamt of, writing a book much like the Sherlock Holmes novels he loved as a young person.

Ideas whirl around in his head as he decides to take in some of the local culture.

Dr. Stein, a world famous heart surgeon, is also part of the culture that Ben runs into in a pub.  She is there because she lost one of her patients to greed and unjust laws.  Fate plays a role as the two become inseparable over time.

Dr. Stein has a dark secret which pushes Ben to the limits of his prudish ways.  Adjusting to who they are together, Ben and Juliet weave the tapestry of modern-day life into a story that will live for the ages.

This novel is an adult novel, but there is much more story than naughtiness.  Taking many out of their comfort zone and adding all sorts of twist and turns into the story, you might not be able to predict where it will end up.

The characters will tell you the story in their words.  My keen wit and sense of humor will hopefully entertain you.

Check out Perpetual Palpitation and let me know what you think.

The cover art is a combination of an oil painting that I did years ago, and some digital magic.

Much Love -TW