Is someone watching and listening to you inside your home?

Does that camera on your PC see more than you think it does?

 

 

Have you masturbated in front of your computer?

Were you being watched?

 

Ever since spying on citizens has come into vogue with recent news reports, did we ever think in an Orwellian way? Probably not.

When laptop computers were given to school kids soon enough we learned that some folks in the IT department had programmed their machine with a bot which would allow them to spy on schoolkids in their bedroom.

Having been a digital forensic expert since the 1980s, the creativity of which scammers work just amazes me.

 

Going through my e-mail today I find this e-mail.

 

It came from ir billing at gangstagraffics.com

 

The subject was this: Yоur соmрuter hаs а gооd саmerа, I hаve yоur рhоtоs.

 

Hi

Dо nоt mind оn my illitеrасy, I am frоm China.

 

I uрlоаded thе mаliсiоus рrоgram on your systеm.
Sinсе thаt mоment I рilfеrеd аll privy bаckgrоund frоm yоur system. Аdditiоnаlly I hаvе sоme morе соmрrоmising еvidеnсе. The mоst intеrеsting еvidеnсе thаt I stоlе- its a videоtаре with yоur mаsturbаtiоn. I аdjustеd virus оn а роrn wеb sitе аnd аftеr yоu lоаdеd it. Whеn yоu dесidеd with thе video аnd tарped оn a рlаy buttоn, my dеlеtеrious sоft аt оnсе sеt uр оn yоur systеm. Аfter adjusting, yоur саmеrа shооt thе vidеotаpе with yоu sеlf-аbusing, in аddition it sаvеd рreсisеly the роrn vidеo you mаsturbаtеd оn. In nеxt fеw dаys my mаlwаre сollеctеd аll yоur sосial and wоrk сontаcts.

 

If yоu wаnt tо deletе the rеcоrds- раy me 350 eurо in BTС(cryрtосurrency).
I prоvide you my Btс numbеr – 1Cot7RaTfFQyeJ2yj5bxUsSX2zBf131Umo
Yоu have 24 hours aftеr reаding. Whеn I get transfer I will destrоy thе videotaре evermore.
Othеr wаy I will send thе tape to all your cоllеаgues and friends.

If you had or ever have done something like what he is describing your blood might run cold as you read his or her message.

You might even be trying to figure out how much 350 Euro is in relation with your money.

The scams are many and this is one of a thousand.  I try and highlight the interesting ones from time to time as I appreciate the effort that they put into them.

Thier mistake is sending them to me.

 

What this toad does not realize is, I could very possibly walk up to him or her in a crowd with a little effort and ambition on my part.   If I can do it, the Feds can most certainly do it.  This e-mail did not come from China.  It actually originated from Washington State. Would you like to know the cable network and the IP address that it came from?

This is extortion and the FBI should be all over this.  Why aren’t they?

I wonder how many will fall for this type of coercion from kids in their mother’s basement.

The wild wild west is in your living room, and your computer hosts it.

 

Make sure you use common sense practice with your computer and have good anti-virus software running.

 

My novels are selling well and if you are one of the purchasers of them thanks so much!

 

Much Love -TW

 

 

 

 

1947 Roswell NM

A different take on the events through the lens of a creative author.

  • If Roswell in 1947 was a real event what would it look like today?
  • If you discovered an alien spacecraft that reacted to your commands what would you do?

Elliot grew up in New Mexico raised by his aunt and her husband.  His parents mysteriously disappeared on their ranch around an outcropping in an obscure area of their ranch. First, his father went missing.  Much later his mother also went missing in the same area.

Moving to California after college Elliot secures a job with a large tech firm Ohmicron.  Developing his own inventions while being the fair-haired boy, Elliot has a moral compass that is not in line with the company.

Providing him an assistant who was primarily to spy on him goes awry when his assistant falls in love with him.  Elliot a bit of a risk taker learned to rock climb back in New Mexico.  When his friend Greg was too busy to accompany him, Susan his assistant decides she must learn enough about it so she can get Elliot to notice her.

Secretly taking classes with her friends, she learns just enough to invite herself along.

Romance blossoms when Elliot shows Susan his love of rock climbing.  Some of those were even too much for her as she slips and lands on her bottom near a dry creek bed.

Allowing her time to pull herself together Elliot coils the ropes and gets the gear ready to make another ascent when everything changes.  Watching a lizard escape the heat scurrying under a crevasse in the rocks, Elliot assumes that there must be a small place or opening.

Dislodging some small pebbles in that same direction of the lizard’s den, while wrapping up the rest of the gear, Elliot hears a mysterious metallic clunk from far below them.  Susan also heard it as she was now no longer thinking of her fall.

What they were both unaware of is how that “clunk” would change their entire lives.  They also had no idea of how that discovery would affect the lives of every human on earth and some races who were in another galaxy.

Under Roswell was inspired by the early termination of Stargate Universe.  Never trying my hand at writing I was always one to be entertained, never the entertainer. When the writers were struggling toward the end of the show with the droid robots from hell, the writing was on the wall.

I was not surprised when the show unceremoniously ended.

Not ready to let them be stranded between galaxies with an uncertain fate on a lark I tried my hand at fan fiction.

Two hours into the project I came to the conclusion that I could tell a story.

Scrapping the project, I started Under Roswell.

Four years later I wrote the end which is probably the only book that I have ever written with the words “The End.”

Thirty published novels later I am still writing as time permits.

The saga of the Starduster is my number one best seller.

Trying my hand at many different genres, from Science Fiction to romances of various kinds, it has been a fun ride. Yes, I have even written a few slightly tawdry novels including some same-sex love.

Some of the e-mails ask why I tried the LGBT stuff.  “Why not?”

Other than some minor plumbing differences, we are all the same. It is my goal to unite us as a people instead of following in the footsteps of the media and others that would seek to destroy us through bigotry and yes ignorance.

In some of my novels, I address things like labels and using sexuality as a weapon and yes being a bully.

Under Roswell is a science fiction that is actually YA.  Taking some of my characters through Russia while taking others into other galaxies is just part of the fun.  You too can ride along as our heroes save the earth from inevitable destruction.

Thanks for following me and reading along as I take you on a journey with me through the trials and tribulations of being an author.

 

Much Love – TW

 

 

 

Come Away With Me…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course I do!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Much Love -TW

Feeding your Characters, Part II

What sparks your creative juices?

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How do you deal with loss?

Stuff cannot replace them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I immediately thought of “Good Night John Boy!”

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

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

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

 

Much Love -TW

 

Is your inbox anything you could share with your mother?

We live in an exciting world. When we can hide behind pseudonyms, it makes it easy to say things that you would not speak to someone in person, hopefully.
Here are a few answers to some e-mails that I get.

“What is wrong with “dick?” Don’t you lesbians use dildoes anyway?”

Hmmm, how do you respond to someone like that? Oh, wait…Who said I was a lesbian? Who said I wasn’t? I abhor labels, and if you read any of my novels, you would see that. As far as phalluses, who would want a moron like yourself on top of them?

If you truly understood the difference in the sexes, you would not make such statements.

I mentioned that I get a lot of dick pics in the e-mail inbox, and that is the intelligent response I get.

My interests in people are not what they look like, or what plumbing they have. I like intelligent, thoughtful, insightful people who may or may not agree with me but, they must respect my right to say what I wish, as I do theirs. Many of my friends and I don’t agree on everything. Perfect! Let’s talk about it over tea and let it go.

“Why do you write about lesbians?”

I write about all sorts of people. If you read my books, you will find that I have traditional relationships and then some which are just flat out taboo fantasies.

We all need a mental vacation at times, so I provide it in my novels. I have several friends who identify as gay, and I love them dearly. I happen to think that writing about lesbian relationships fills a void in this world. Diamond Joe is my favorite novel of all time for lesbian fiction. That book of all of my stories is one that I wish Hallmark would break their mold of man and woman, and make a movie of it. That novel is actually YA which is different from many of my books.

Diamond Joe will have you laugh and cry and allow you to see what some people have to go through to survive in this world. Same-sex marriage is a hot topic, and I don’t shy away from it.

“Have you ever been to a nude beach, is it really like that?”

I will admit to being nude around others in settings like I portray. Yes, it is very much like I depict in many of my novels. If you are curious, I would suggest that you pick up this latest novel, Kitties, Titties & Winks or the last series of Nudists of Shangri-La.
The issue with naturism is that there is indeed is no mystery. Once your clothes are off, and you realize that nudity is not what many make it in their minds, to quote the politics of the day it is a “nothing burger.”
That is why in many of my books I mention it, walk you or the character through the process and then spice it up with something else as naturism by itself is truly healthy and truly not enough to write a book about.

I do love the feel of the wind and sun on parts that are reserved for shadows. I never tire of that.

How do you find time to write so much and keep a day job?

Harold, I don’t sleep. That is not really true, but I am an insomniac. If the characters are active so am I. I cannot tell you how many times that I have crawled out of bed at 3 am and worked on a project till it was time to go to work.

If you are passionate about what you are doing it is a small price to pay. We can all rest when we are dead. Right now, today, this is for the living, and I live my life. I went out with friends last weekend, and the conversation focused on what was on TV worth watching.

I had zero input. I don’t watch TV. I have this incredible 4K, 55 inch set in my office that I might turn on when I am eating, and then it goes right back off. I do like YouTube. I love individual musicians, and I want to teach myself to mimic them on the guitar. I find that playing a musical instrument keeps me sharp and mentally alert. Playing also allows me to wind down and at least start the sleep process.

“Why do you use such hard words?”

Oh Phil, bless your heart.  I laughed at that one. Really? If you are reading it on kindle just highlight it and improve your vocabulary. I have an excellent command of the English language. That does not stop me from making grammatical missteps, or from typing you instead of your or you’re, but I do share my knowledge with you.

When I was young, I kept a dictionary with me whenever I read. Later in life, it was a college dictionary. I looked up every word that I did not readily know. It paid off.

Today we have tools that are marvelous. No, I will not dumb down my writing style. Unless I write that children’s book, I will juxtapose words with more than two syllables with everyday words that you might hear on the playground.
Those were a few of the dozens of e-mails that I cherry-picked.
Thanks for them even the snarky comments. At least you cared enough to stop by. As for the rest of this week…Read my books!
Seriously this book is worth your time, and I look forward to the feedback!

Much Love -TW

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

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