I’ve tried to make it a point to keep my political views to myself. Red, blue, hell pink, or purple, follow whatever path you choose and I’ll pat you on the back and send you on your merry little way. I’m really tired however of people assuming I’m one thing or the other because of my age, color, sex, or the location of where I live.
The latest one is the ‘paint the country red’ and someone just sent me a private message telling me to share it all over the place. Not going to happen. The obvious reason of course is that I lean toward the other side you might think. You are more than welcome to assume whatever you like as long as you keep it to yourself and not bring it back to me. YOU DON’T KNOW ME. If you have read any of my books you might have an idea in regards to what I think or feel but that’s all it would be, an idea.
No, my issue with the whole paint anything red is my upbringing and how that was used to describe a couple of much different scenarios and they weren’t good ones. I used to hear of people painting a town red which meant you went out and raised hell all night jumping from bar to bar or the much more ominous concept that involved numerous bodies and a lot of bloodshed, neither of which is something I want to associate with my country as a whole. I happen to love this place and we need to be cleaning it up and not making an even bigger mess than we already have.
So here’s the deal. You really want to make this country better? Then start by trying to find common ground between everyone and lose the bull crap. The real problem is anyone trying to turn this country into everyone following the same path. Whatever my political standing is you won’t change it even if you put a gun to my head. I’ll stand and fight for what I believe in. The other side of that is I’m much more willing to reach an open hand across a fence to shake the other person’s in the name of peace.
My darling hubby and I were coming back from lunch when we were pulled over by a highway patrol officer. Why? Because of a seat belt.
I noticed that the officer had pulled up next to us trying to see into the car before he pulled over behind us and turned on his lights and was wondering what his problem was. I mean he was moving his head around like a pecking chicken. When he turned his lights on behind us I thought maybe he thought hubby might be drinking because hubby was driving rather slowly.
The reason for the slow speed was because he was about to turn into a place to get gas and the area we were in if you’re in the outside lane on the street we were on you better being going a little slow. People are nuts through there.
We turned in where we had intended and the officer pulled in behind us. I had unfastened my seatbelt but realized that could cause issues so stuck it right back into the lock because I didn’t want that to be an issue. Buddy of course had unhooked his since he had to reach into his back pocket to get his wallet.
“Sir I pulled you over because you weren’t wearing a seatbelt.” The officer said as he very cautiously approached Buddy’s window. He was extremely cautious. Hum. Buddy and I both must look really dangerous.
“Yes sir, I was.” Buddy responded and at this point I joined in to reassure the officer that hubby did indeed have his seatbelt on.
“Well it must have been hiding.” The officer was at least smiling at this point.
“Officer I might pull some things when she isn’t in the car but when my wife is with me she doesn’t let me get away with anything especially my seatbelt.” Hubby informed the young man. I went through the windshield of a car when I was seventeen so, yeah I’m funny about seatbelts.
The young officer was actually rather sweet, the little darling, and took our word for it and let us go but it did leave both of us rather puzzled how he couldn’t have seen that gray seatbelt against his bright red shirt. It really bewildered us. Then it hit me. It wasn’t hubby that he thought wasn’t wearing the seat belt. It was me.
When the officer pulled up by us on the street he was trying to look around hubby and while approaching the window again it was me the officer was focusing on. My blouse was the exact same color as the damn seatbelt. I’m also on the rather short side. If I had finished taken off that seatbelt it would have been me getting a ticket and I don’t think the poor officer would have been so easy to convince in that situation.
For those of you who think that the driver gets the ticket, you’re wrong at least for the state of Tennessee. My daughter got pulled over a short time back because her darling sweetie was not wearing his. She told the officer that she had done everything she could to make her feller wear the damn thing but he simply refused. The officer wrote the ticket for Jud. Gina didn’t even get a frown.
So people no matter what, when you get pulled over, DON’T REMOVE YOUR SEATBELT. It may be exactly why you’re getting pulled over in the first place.
A Story Can Come From Anywhere
Sometimes it seems my stories come from the most unusual places. The latest one came from a situation that was the result of a short encounter with a rather strange individual. Alright the creep made the hair on my arms stand up. When that happens it’s usually a good indicator to back away from the person and remove myself from the situation. This doesn’t happen often but when it does I’ve learned to pay attention to those feeling.
The flip side of this is that sometimes I get a story out of these encounters. That’s not the only place I get my stories because they can come from under a flipping rock. Truthfully I haven’t turned over a rock and discovered a story but I think you get what I mean. My stories come from everywhere and even some parts of my book may be influenced by something I’ve seen or experienced.
There is a scene in my second book of the Blood Lines series that I call ‘The Green Suffer’ that was inspired by some of the people out of my past as well as something that happened with my husband several years ago. Yes all the incidents involved male individuals.
Have you ever really sat back and watched some of the stupid things guys do? Hey ladies don’t go getting so smug here, we’re guilty of pulling some pretty amazingly stupid things ourselves. Really, you want to argue with me? Think about it.
Here’s one for you. Many years ago, way too many for me to want to admit, I was at a public pool with a couple of family members and some friends. I was walking along the side of the pool with, if I remember correctly, with a friend. The reason for the ‘if I remember correctly part’ will soon become apparent. Being me my attention was on what I was saying and the person, this should be followed by a great big question mark, that I was so conversationally engaged with at the time and not paying attention to anything around me. Suddenly, to me anyway, I was being slapped as one of my brother’s stood over me. The surprise of my older brother slapping the crap out of me was surpassed only by the fact the sky was now in front of me rather than over my head. As the metal base of the underside of the lifeguard stand came into view, brother still slapping me by the way, my confusion only grew. To this day I’m not sure when my big brother stopped slapping me.
Yes big brother did stop slapping me, I think the life guard may have been the one to stop him but I’ll never remember that and he probably will either deny or claim he forgot the whole mess, and they got me in a sitting position. It was then that they started asking me questions and telling me what had happened. Instead of me watching where I was going I was distracted by whatever stupid thing I was talking about and managed to get up close and personal with the metal underside of that lifeguard stand with the center of my forehead. I was walking fast enough evidently to knock me clean out and ended up lying flat of my back next to the pool. Yes I got check out by medical personal at the local ER and was fine or at least as fine as my young ditzy self could be at the time. You now know why I don’t remember who it was I was talking to at the time nor what the hell I was talking about.
I digress however so back to the guys. Where my stupidity was the result of me just not paying attention to what I was doing or where I was going I’ve noticed guys will either walk, jump, or run into whatever stupid thing they do with both eyes open and with deliberate intend. That doesn’t mean they think before they do something because they don’t. They simply do and or act in a moment of impulse that most often ends in a really bad way. Oh look an ice covered lake, I’m going to try this out. Crack. Wait I forgot to let the dog out…The next thing you know your significate other is watching you stumble, trip, and trying to right yourself as you play pinball and you’re the ball bouncing from one bumper to the other. You bounce from one obstacle to the next flapping your arms like they were the wings of Tinker Bell trying to take flight. Ever seen a grown man do that? I have and it’s funny as hell.
No that one wasn’t the wonderful man I’m married to now and I’ll leave it at that. The ice however is. That too was funny as hell. There are also others. There was one where one of my brothers allowed the boy I was dating in high school to hop on the motorcycle he had just bought and the dumb fool managed to run it into an extremely large brick wall. At the time it wasn’t funny but it is now. I’m not going into more detail about this but I have to say that my early years seemed to be a constant Punch and Judy show.
Anyway the point to all this rhetoric is be careful what you say or do around a writer. I’m here to warn you that you are fair game and could end up in some form or the other in a future story of said writer.
Last night I had dinner with a beautiful friend of mine. The restaurant was wonderful, the food fabulous, and to say that her company was, as always, stimulating and witty is an understatement. The service was beyond excellent. So what’s my beef, I had the salmon just so you know, that I have to bitch about? Yes I have something to bitch about? The six dried up old prune faces sitting next to us.
These abominations to human society were crass, ostentatious, noisy, and uncouth. They were dress in flashy overpriced two piece woven suites and each one looked like a cookie cutter image of the other.
All this put together wouldn’t have been enough to have garnered much attention from my friend and me except a topic they got off on and stayed with it for a while. White trash. Yes you read that right, white trash and I’m not talking something you put into a compactor although from the way these characters were discussing it you got the impression that was exactly what they would love to have done. As they continued to loudly discuss this topic they only seemed to get louder while cackling throughout. Were they talking about my friend and me? Possibly, we were definitely dressed differently than they were but the impression I got was that it was basically in general. I wasn’t sitting there trying to overhear them because quite truthfully my friend was far more interesting and we don’t get a chance to sit down with one another as often as I would like and sincerely hope she feels the same way so I did my best to ignore them.
My friend and I were discussing our families, mostly nice stuff, our pursuits which again mostly pleasant things, and generally the things that interested us. Having those screeching harpies sitting so close was a distraction. Sad really, that for all their uppity personally appointed self-worth they should now be the ones being discussed in such a derogatory manner.
At this point I will have to apologize to my grandmother who did teach me that if you didn’t have something nice to say about someone then keep your mouth shut. Oh well Granny, I’ve tried to do that but sometimes my mouth, or in this case my fingers, get the upper hand and I just can’t help myself. To me there is a bit of justice in this.
I seriously doubt that any of these individuals will ever read this but in case one of them in particular does just so you’re reminded of the evening I was the one who stood up first and gave you, you old crone sitting at the end of your table close to my friend, was the one who gave you the look that I reserve for very special people and anyone who knows me know that look. I think you would remember that. The look on your face certainly registered the fact that you did notice as I looked you directly in the eyes.
I hope the six of you develop a heart and if not that you ask for a private room the next time you dine out.
For the next week Blood Lines The Curse will be free in eBook form for the next week ending Sept 28, 2018 at Smashwords only.
I got a phone call. Now unlike CreateSpace I’ll show more respect to the person who called me than CreateSpace showed me and not mention the ladies name.
She called because my complaint to the BBB had reached her desk and now she is trying to protect the name and reputation of the company. Hum. Where was that concern when it came to my name and reputation?
Is this resolved? Not on my part. I’m going to seek professional advice and we all know what that is. I’ve saved everything, except the phone call but I do have her email thanking me for talking to her and bringing my concerns to the companies attention. She did tell me that she would be looking into how the email I received was worded and work on correcting that. Yeah, right.
I have been doing the research and I’m not the only one who has come up against this. My bad, I sent the revised edition for Lulu with that ISBN number instead of sending the one with CreateSpaces’s and that is on me. Instead of contacting me and asking, “hey what gives here.” they told me that they didn’t believe the work was mine and I didn’t have the rights to it. Never mind the fact that it has been out there on their site since late 2014.
Here’s another thought for you. If I had stolen this from someone else, namely me, why the hell would I have used “my” account on their website to have it published? Seriously. They really do think we’re stupid.
I did tell this lady that at one time anyone who asked me who they should go with that was thinking about publishing a book I told them CreateSpace but that would no longer be the case, yes I’ve been asked that a lot. I’m not going to tell anyone who they should use anymore because to be honest with you, none of them live up to what they should be doing when it comes to independent authors. We’re a bunch of nobodies that they hope they can make a buck off of and not by selling our books. No, they do everything they can to push on the independent author any number of services that can cost thousands of dollars while really offering nothing that gives you a leg up on selling your books.
Most brick and mortar book stores, I’ve had several who would have been willing to carry my books, but couldn’t because of who my distributor was. They only order hard copies to put into their stores from one distributor. The reason for this is that this particular distributor has a return policy where pretty much all the others don’t. These book stores will allow readers to order your book through their website but that’s print on demand. The problem with the one who will accept returns charges you a fee for each book you publish through them and then there is an annual fee you are charged to keep your book available. That’s not including what you’re charged for every book printed.
Now that Amazon has completely moved in on CreateSpace if someone orders the books through CreateSpace your cut in the sales has gone down. So you can’t win here.
Anyway for those of you who are facing your first publishing experience my heart goes out to you and I wish you all the luck in the world. I know that I’m going to embark on something new this coming year in regards to my books and I hope I have some luck with that. I probably won’t but I’m not giving up and I’ll continue to fight against anyone who stands between me and what now has become not only a goal but my quest to be recognized as a serious author and hopefully considered a good one.
As an independent author I’ve learned that we have a very little voice when it comes to how we are treated. Yes you can get into group and such but how much are you really getting from that? Have you really sold more books? I haven’t.
What we need is a store where you can sell your books, be it on line or in something brick and mortar to get anywhere. You need places where you can have book signings without having to sit down next to a hundred other writers trying to do the same thing as you. You need space and it needs to be somewhere that you are the center of attention for a few hours. This could even work with five or ten writers in one sitting, but not with a room full of writers.
Somewhere out there, no I’m not about to break into song although it might not be a bad idea, there may be places where you can do that but I haven’t found them yet. Yes it is possible I haven’t tried hard enough. I have done a couple of book signing but they have been small, real small. I’ve even thought of starting a You Tube channel that post book trailers by lots of indie authors just so it increases your chances of being seen. Yes I have my own channel and the number of subscribers are growing, I have 14 now so go me, but a few subscribers on You Tube doesn’t sell books really. Oh you might get a few sales from that but what you need more than anything is word of mouth. You need recommendations.
Facebook had loads of pages where you can post your books but most of the people in those groups are just like you, they are trying to sell their books not buy yours. There is one group that isn’t like that and it is a great group but all that is listed is eBooks for free. Now you know why it isn’t like the others. Free books for the readers is great but it doesn’t do the author’s pocketbook much good. No, just because they read one of your books for free doesn’t mean they are going out and buying your next one and it has nothing to do with you being a bad writer. It does have everything to do with if I can get a book for free why do I buy your next one. I don’t hold this against them and for a lot of them there is a reason for that. They can’t afford to drop a lot of money into our books.
As usual I don’t expect to hear back from a lot of you, even though you do read my blogs, so feedback isn’t something I expect to get a lot of. Hey you’re busy and I get it. I’m busy too. If anyone does have an opinion or suggestion I will be happy to hear it and it will be appreciated. Hang in there all you Indies. Maybe something will change.
They have released my book and it is no longer suppressed. I have sent them an invoice attached to an email which is to be followed by one sent via certified mail and that will be followed by one from my attorney.
In essence they took possession of my work saying it wasn’t mine calling into question not only my work but my integrity and honor. I will not let this go. The image of Emma on the front of that book is my daughter. That is my work and my daughter.
As indie writers we have to deal with a lot of crap from distributors and others because we don’t have the backing or the money as big name authors so we often are used, mistreated, and ignored. Well I’m fighting back. Now if they really want this sixty three year old grandmother standing in front of a news camera I can make sure they get just that.
If they had sent me something that had said, hey there’s a bit of an issue and we’re going to hold off selling your book until we clear this up it would have been one thing but they flat stated that they didn’t think it was mine and I didn’t have the rights to it and suppressed it to where I didn’t have access to it. If I had wanted to pull it from their company I wasn’t even able to do that. Someone actually went looking for that book and they contacted me and asked if I had deleted it.
So no I’m not letting it go. Will I win? We’ll see. It won’t be the first time I’ve gone head to head with a big company and I’ve yet to lose. Maybe I will this time but it won’t be because I rolled over and played dead. That’s not me and I’m not going to start now. Createspace you messed with the wrong old lady this time and I have every intention of following this through to whatever end there might be. At least you’ll know you’ve been in a fight.
Well thank you for that. Please open the attachment for the invoice for $750.00 that you now owe me for holding 'my book' hostage.This will be followed up by a certified letter with the enclosed invoice and shortly there after a copy will be forwarded by my attorney. I do expect payment from you for withholding 'my book' from me. I still need to upload the correct copy the revision and I sincerely hope that will not be an issue this point. You brought into question today not only my work but my honor.
Please do not take this as a joke. I've been doing my research today and I'm not the only one you've done this to. Your problem is I'm a sixty three year old grandmother who would look pretty damn pitiful in front of a news camera. Check the new attachment.
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From: Cathy Pace Matthews
Subject: Cathy Pace Matthews, Member ID 2234692 Book number 5768667
I understand that you think I might not have the copyright to this book. I first published this book as an eBook on Smashwords in 2014, October to be exact, and then published it on Createspace in 2015. I later published it in hardback to Luly because you guys don't do hardbacks.When going through the book the other day I found a sentence that wasn't where it should be, I'm not sure why that was but it was, so I corrected it. I unfortunately used the template for Lulu with that ISBN number instead of the one for Creatspace which is
More than that I have no documentation to prove that the book is mine outside of the fact that I have five other books published with you people and was soon to publish a seventh.The name of the book in question is Blood Lines The Curse which has been followed by Blood Lines Buried Treasure as well as Blood Lines Family Ties as part of a series. If you take a look at the cover on Blood Lines The Curse You will notice the young lady on there. She is my daughter. The farm the book is based on has been in my husband's family for over a 100 years, actually closer to 130 years. The original book trailer, not the best and has since been redone was published on November 2, 2016.
Here is the link for the original book trailer. Yes I know it was not good.Blood Lines The Curse - Cathy Pace Matthews
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Blood Lines The Curse - Cathy Pace Matthews
For over a hundred years the Rodgers family has been living under a curse. Everyone in the family line has died ...
If you would like to see the latest well I can do that as well.Blood Lines The Curse 10 24 2017
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Blood Lines The Curse 10 24 2017
When you have to find the body of someone who has been dead for over a hundred years before a curse as old as th...
Here's another one that will take you on a little tour of the farm and the things i write about in those books. Not mine? You bet your sweet life that book is mine. This was a labor of love. Introduction to Cathy Pace Matthews 1
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Introduction to Cathy Pace Matthews 1
Never would I have thought a very old headstone would set me on a course that has caused my life to take such a ...
The little spaces you see are where I sent attachments and links regarding my book earlier.
Well Createspace is still holding my book hostage and now I’m really mad. I called them and even the girl I talked to said I sent the stuff to prove the book was mine but it would take 24 to 48 hours for them to resolve the issue. Oh hell no. I then sent them an email telling then that at 12:00 noon starting today I was going to bill them $100.00 for every hour after that they held my book hostage. I will then process a bill and turn it over to my attorney for collection. Yes I’m damn angry.
You’ve had that book for three years selling it, distributing it, making money off it, but because I sent you a revised manuscript with one of your competitors ISBN numbers you’re wanting to say that this isn’t my work. Oh hell no.
Well they were nice enough to send me an email thanking me for sending them an email. Yep, going to be an expensive proposition for them. They have less than six minutes before I start charging.
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?