A couple of weeks ago I managed to tare a cornea in my right eye. How this happened I have no clue but let me tell you, it hurt. The other thing it did was make me feel like something out of one of my stories.
I spent almost ten days in the dark creeping around the house avoiding the light. At times I honestly had the urge to walk around doing crazy poses like you see in the movies but that would have required me getting close to some form of illumination. Not happening.
If I ever had the urge to destroy my expensive phone it was during that time. Every time it rang was bad enough but come on people, you want to send me a text message right now? I would have to hold the damn thing sideways to attempt to read the damn thing and as for answering those torturous little messages I’m still not sure what I may have responded with because that was done sideways as well. Hell, I may have threatened people without meaning to, OK maybe I did under the circumstances, but I certainly wouldn’t have put in writing. I’m not that stupid. It is far more likely that what I typed came out looking like some form of gibberish, but I haven’t had the inclination to go back and look. No one seems to be mad at me so maybe I didn’t end up insulting anyone.
Then there is my writing and or doing anything on my laptop. I turned down the brightness as far as I could and still see it and even then, I couldn’t handle the light. Actually, the brightness on my laptop is still turned down and I continue to have trouble being on the damn thing very long.
The one good thing was that they now have eye band-aides. Yeah, that’s what I said. It is like a contact, but it is simply to protect your eye while it heals so it doesn’t make you blow your brains out. I loved it. I could at least blink without wanting to reach up and rip my eye out. If you’ve never torn a cornea you won’t understand that but if you have, you will.
So, I am on the mend, I think. I can at least blink now without the contact band-aide, but I still feel a little rubbing sensation at the outside corner of my eye. I think I need one of those collars they put on dogs because I want to rub that eye constantly and constantly having to stop myself.
I’ve had this happen before, but I know how that one happened. I got slapped in the eye with a limb from a nasty bush while trying to do something nice for a friend. Boy that sounded awful, doing something for a friend in a bush. I was helping trim the damn things and nothing else, the bush that is.
Anyway, I am better, and I can now at least tolerate the light more. Oh, the real insult to the injury was I lost my good sunglasses right at that time. Try tearing your house apart in the dark for a couple of days looking for your prescription sunglasses instead of having to wear the pair you would with contacts which meant if I did leave the house, I left it totally blind. Thank God I didn’t have to do any driving during that time.
, We all have one. The places we grew up, where we went to school, the good times and the bad. There’s a place on facebook dedicated to the area of the town I grew up in. It’s funny to see what gets posted there now, not funny ha-ha, but funny in that way that reminds you of what it was like to be a child.
I can remember all kinds of events from my childhood in that area, but names and faces, not so much. I see things posted that I remember, but I don’t remember the people. That’s kind of sad to me. Of course, I’m also old. That could account for a lot of not remembering the people, but it still doesn’t keep it from bothering me.
I remember some of the trouble I got into. I remember the goose egg knot on my head when I had an accident on my brother’s bike. My oldest brother decided he would teach me how to ride the thing, boy did he get into trouble for that one. My dad was extremely old fashion when it came to his daughter. Boys rode bikes, not girls. The flip side of that was I got away with more than my brothers did when it came to my dad. My mom, nope.
I do remember a couple of the kids I hung out with. There were a couple of sisters, one was named Lynn but the younger sister, don’t have a clue what her name was. They had a cousin who was a few years younger than us, but I ended up hanging with her after we got older for a while. When I say older, I mean after we were both in our twenties it didn’t make that much difference. Everything is relative.
We all grew up, or at least most of us did. Most of us got older, a lot older. Some didn’t. Most of us went on to lead reasonably normal productive lives, some of us didn’t.
The nice thing about childhood is we are often sheltered from the worst the world has to offer, but as we get older, that changes. There are things from my teen years on up that left devastating scars on my psyche. Things we experience, things we see, things we do, they can all leave an indelible mark on our soul that nothing can remove. These are also the things that make us who we are, good or bad.
Whatever you have experienced in life it is up to you to make your path. It is up to you which one you’ll take. Try not to take the wrong one.
Seriously, I want to know. I’m sitting here wondering how it is that we as human beings don’t go completely bat-shit crazy and lose it.
Look, I’m a fairly intelligent woman even for my years, yes I’m old so get over it, yet almost anything we need, want, or have to do, comes with a set of instructions that I wonder what alien from another planet composes them. I mean, you stuff the square peg in the round hole then turn the round hole upside down and fill it with the enclosed liquid with one hand that is safety locked so you can’t open it while you run around your front yard naked in sub-zero weather. This must all be done during a full moon during a moonless night and don’t let the enclosed four-pound ball roll off your head which must be placed there before you open the original packaging. Say what? And that’s if you just want to take a fucking pill. You want to try and get something major done Lord help you.
At some point people are going to start actually losing it and Heaven help the poor nut jobs who come up with these instructions, because there is going to be a mass murder take place. Actually, I can’t even feel sorry for them because I honestly believe they sit around trying to come up with ways to screw with our heads. This kind of bull-crap is true of almost anything we go to put our hand on or try to do.
Tried putting together a kid’s toy lately? I would be willing to bet I could get for simpler instructions for building a, well I won’t say what here because it might make someone nervous, than the instruction for putting together that bike.
Now here is where it gets worse, yes it does get worse, try going through a contact button on almost anything you have a problem with on the internet. Have you done it lately? If you have, think about it a minute. You don’t just get to go and them supply a simple space for you to type in your problem, issue, or whatever. No, they give you a list of things to choose from that doesn’t even come close to what you need and if you do manage to convey your message you might get a response back really quick that states, we will contact you in less than 48 hours. Hey guys, that bike I just put together exploded and my kid is stuck up in a tree now.
And if you have to make a phone call, God bless you. I will tell you now that it has been nice knowing you because by the time you get past the electronic receptionist and all the bull-crap she or he puts you through you’ll be a skeleton with cobwebs hanging from your bones. Customer service should be renamed ‘It Ain’t Happening Sucker.’
So, I ask again, when is homicide justifiable?
Seriously what do you read? I’ve been doing some research, looking at what seems to be the most popular for women, and what seems to come up is, Ok I’ll say it, ridiculous.
The books listed on the web that women should read have something to do with being women. Be it about being a mother, the inner thoughts of a woman, the dark thoughts of a woman, the issues that women face of other races, losing a partner, or just being a woman.
Do we read other things? Of course, we do. The problem is we tend to be static in our reading. What fascinates me are grown women who will pick up books intended for a much younger group. The reason for this mostly is that we don’t think there are books out there for women our age. Most women don’t like horror, science fiction, or gruesome far, or at least that’s what we’re led to believe. There are also few women who write in those genres because again we’re led to believe women just aren’t into that sort of thing.
Ladies I can tell you that I know a few female authors who can scare the pants of you, and you won’t find one vampire, werewolf, or zombie in the bunch. Try D. K. Mason, that’s one crazy lady when it comes to writing and she takes no prisoners. Kenya Moss-Dyme reaches across many genres and she damn good, and that includes her horror stories. There’s one young lady working on a book that when finished will take the gore and creepy level beyond anything a man has ever done. I know I wouldn’t spend the night in the same house with her. Love her to death but she scares the crap out of me.
Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t just the horror genre that’s taking a hit when it come to women who write, especially independent authors. There are women who do romance, erotic, and fantasy who are being held back because they’re women and independent.
I know women read, but generally when I hear someone talk about what the ladies are reading it comes back to a few certain books and that about it. I know differently, but no one talks about much of the other authors and their books which doesn’t help them. How many of you who are reading this have recommended me to someone else, if you liked it? What about Jane Doe, author, that did that awesome book about those two people falling in love? Did you recommend her to a friend?
Writing has been dominated by men for centuries, yet some of the greatest classics were written by women. Remember Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, Frankenstein, and others too numerous to mention? One of the greatest fantasy/science fiction authors of all times was Anne McCaffrey. How many of you have heard of her? How many of you have read her? I bet you know who J. R. R. Tolkien is though?
Do you realize a woman using her whole name is more often than not a nail in the coffin of her writing career? The next time you pick up a book with the initials of the author in front of the last name check out to see if it is a man or a woman. There’s one in particular I could mention, but I won’t, and yes, I have read the entire series and loved it.
For those of you guys who have bothered to read this, you think about it too. I get that you might not be interested in a romance novel, at least you won’t admit it out loud, but the mind of a woman can be just as dark and scary as any man. Actually, in some cases, I think we can be darker. Don’t believe me? I tell you what. Si9t down with your partner and ask her if for some reason she were going to knock you off, how would she do it? The first response you’ll probably get is; what the hell is wrong with you but watch her expression. She’s thinking about it right at that moment. Even if she’s never considered it before I promise she’s thinking about it now. ‘How would I knock him off?’ Don’t be surprised if she come back to you in a couple of days and give you an answer. Whether or not it will be a good one, you’ll have to wait and see. If she doesn’t come back with an answer, you might should get a little worried. I’ve got several stories where the wife knocks off the husband, no I’m not considering knocking mine off. He’s my greatest muse, and I happen to honestly love the man. Go figure. Have you read the story about him almost giving me a heart attack? I promise that’s not the only time. Wait, maybe I should be worried.
Anyway ladies, if you do find a relatively unknown writer that you like, female or male, spread the word. Guys as least do it for the guys, since it’s not likely that you’ll admit you read something by a woman. Yes William, my dear sweet man, I know you are an exception to the rule.
I got this idea to use some of my short stories as a way to reach readers on Smashwords and am thinking about taking it to Amazon.
The point in this is to also introduce new readers to my novels. I don’t know if it will work but the short stories are being downloaded by people so at least they are looking at them. I have to assume that since more than one is being down-loaded they must be reading some of them. I’m also not only on the featured new release list in horror but have knocked the person who has been holding it for some time out of the first-place spot. Go me. I would also like to say I’m sorry to the person who now is holding second but, to be honest, I can’t.
I have listed all these shorts with an excerpt from my novels hoping this will pull new readers to my novels, I hate using that word novel, but in this case it’s a must.
I hope those of you who have read some of my work will take a look at these new uploads on Smashwords and download them. Some of you may have read a few but regardless you should check out Clean Revenge. You won’t know whether to be creeped out or amused I promise.
So, come on and help me out and down load these free little gems, seven in total now, and help me grow my standing as an author.
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Recently I wrote something about making choices. Little did I know that I would be facing one of the biggest choices, or decisions if you want to put it that way, than I am now. We’re talking on a scale of one through ten this is a hundred. Yeah, that big.
You all know I’m a writer. That’s what I do. I recently offered a little help with a movie and OK it wasn’t no big deal. I did it, I don’t have any regrets, it’s all good.
Then someone did something way outside my comfort zone. I won’t mention names here or amounts, but someone offered me a nice little sum to turn one of my books into a movie. Yes, you read that right, a movie.
To be honest with you I really just didn’t see it being feasible. The kind of money you need to make a movie is high, then you have a writer who can only be known as unknown pretty much. Why the hell would anyone want to go see a movie written by someone they haven’t of heard from Adam. I then realized that people do it all the time. Someone comes up with an idea, writes a script, and bang you have a movie that people go see. To me it makes more sense to read the book or at least heard of a book before you invest your time in seeing a movie from some unknown person or persons.
I decided to ask someone with experience with this sort of thing, making movies that is, and all of a sudden, he’s giving me all kinds of reason why I should and ways to do it. What do I do? I would love it if I got more comments about what I write on my website, but this is one time when you guys could really help me out. What do you think I should do? Should I pursue this or not?
This also isn’t a matter of someone trying to buy the movie rights to my books so I would have total control. It would still be mine with me having finale word on everything. We might be talking every writer’s dream, but I’m scared out of my wits. I write. That’s what I love to do. I’m not a movie maker and I know absolutely nothing about it. I write for me and hope others will see in it what I do, but when you make a movie it changes everything. There will be people depending on this movie doing good and if it doesn’t no matter who is at fault for that I feel that it comes back on me.
So, come on people leave a comment and let me know what you think. It could go a long way to help me make up my mind.
We are all placed in a position where we have to make a choice. We weigh the pros and cons, the possible outcomes, whether or not we should do something. When it’s something small we take it in stride and if it turns out bad, we mark it up to a learning experience and move on. Then there are the bigger ones.
Those are different. We will roll them around in our minds for a lot longer and even after we finally decide on what action we will take, if any, we will second guess our decision. Yes, I have had to make several such decisions recently. It will take a few days if not weeks to know if I did the right thing with any of them. What they are isn’t important here, just the fact that I made these choices on some things that could have repercussions down the road.
Now I have to wait to see what happens. It’s not just a matter of deciding to do something but also not doing something. Either way, you will be asking yourself if you shouldn’t/should have done something. When you’re faced with anything like that it can eat at you.
Here’s the thing. Whatever you decide to do most of the time you can’t undo it. You’re going to have to accept what you did either way you go. Just remember, learn from what happens but also don’t let it keep you from making the same choice should you be faced with something similar in the future. Also remember, regardless of how great or bad your choice turns out to be, it doesn’t mean the next one will turn out the same way.
Always take the time to think things out and weigh the options. I seem to have been hit with several situations over the past few months that have required me to make hard choices. Also remember that little voice inside your head doesn’t always know what it’s talking about.
I went to the gym today. For most of you that’s not any big deal but the last time I was at a gym Dwight D. Eisenhower was still president. OK, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but you get my drift. It’s been a while.
My daughter called me this morning and told me I was going, and she was picking me up. Evidently, I didn’t have a choice in this. To be honest I had been considering joining one anyway, but today hadn’t been the day I had planned to stick my toe in to that little puddle. Walking through the door I realized this wasn’t just some little body of water, but I had been dropped in the middle of an ocean and told to sink or swim. After an hour of intense bodily torture my daughter took pity on me and we left.
Understand something here, for a lady of my advanced years and lack of serious exercise I rocked it. I even managed to surprise my daughter. She’s an excellent trainer by the way. We did start out by what I’m assuming she considered baby steps. Bikes, rowing machines, things you push together with your legs, things you push apart with your legs, things you push out on with your arms, some crazy contraption you just kick out behind you, and a rope that never ends. At this point you would think I would have had enough. No. Then came the stretches. Yeah right. When you get to be my age your legs will only separate so far and then they’re done. I think I may have dislocated a hip joint.
I did find out I can still pull one leg up to my chest and lay face down on the floor with the other leg stretched out behind me without too much pain. Hey, I consider that a win on my part.
Gina has warned me that I will be sore as crap tomorrow and I have her permission to call her and say F. You. Believe me if I feel the need to do that, I won’t just be using the letter F.
The question is, will I go back? You bet your sweet patootie. I had a ball, pain and all. That is how I feel right now but I’m told I may have another opinion regarding that tomorrow. Oh well, I’m going back. I may take up body building. If I’m going to have lumps at my age they might as well be little balls of muscle and not flapping folds of sagging skin.
No, I haven’t taken it up but consider the latest picture. It’s a good thing I haven’t decided that is my new calling. Take a good look at the pole. It’s square. Leave it to me. I’m the only person I know who would grab a square pole. Get your mind out of the gutter William.
I mean there are all kinds of round poles in Memphis, but I grab a square one. A square one. I not only grabbed a square one, but what on earth possessed me to take up a pose that looks like I’m about to break out in a dance. And in those boots too.
I can just see it now. I go to wrap a leg around that damn thing to start a routine and I end up on my ass posthaste. No pun intended there. Not only that, I’m in all white or some variation of that light color. The ground around that location is still damp from all the rain we’ve had lately and if I had been lucky enough to land on the ground, I would have gotten up looking like I had messed in my britches. Like I said that was if I was lucky enough to land there.
If I had managed to hit the concrete, I’m sure I would have broken my tail bone at the very least. Have you ever broken your tailbone? I have. It hurts like hell and to do it twice…I don’t want to even think about it.
So, note to self. The next time I decide to rock an outfit remember to choose my location with a little more common sense. Hey snow may be coming our way. The only thing I would have to worry about there is a wet ass, I hope.
She was definitely a few pieces shy of a complete Erector Set.
"Nice equipment." said Alison.
"Don't I know it."
Would someone please make him stop excreting humanly body fluids?