Bogus thoughts bouncing willy-nilly through my head


It certainly has been awhile since I have posted. Career choices, perhaps, or unnecessary thoughts bouncing willy-nilly through my head have infected my ability to post.Yes, I meant to use the word infected.

There have been a multitude of career choices bouncing around in my head, infecting my thought patterns with bogus ideas of changing my career. I ask myself “What career are you wanting to change? You have no career. You’re retired.”

What my brain has been trying to sort out, probably, I can’t honestly say that I always understand what is on my brains mind, is what I can do with so much time on my hands.

I have tried different things:

Writing short stories

Writing ebooks a little bit longer than the stories. Longer short stories perhaps.

Voice acting, voiceover

Narrating audiobooks through ACX for Audible.com and Amazon, ten books in all, was fun but not very much money for the work involved. (Projects were done on a split of royalties, no sales)

Back to the point. None of these things have been actual career choices, because I am not looking for a career. I’m looking to offer my services, whatever they may and hopefully useful (above all legal, moral and ethical) on a full time basis.  With me deciding what constitutes full time. Not working for someone else but offering expertise where I can links other helpful resources where I can.

I also have a plethora of questions of my own. Many, at the moment, about the recent election. Not political questions but WTH (what, why, where or who the heck?) questions.

•WTH are these protesters protesting? The election was held, a winner was declared. If your candidate didn’t win it doesn’t mean your world will end or it was a personal attack on you. Look at it this way, if you are only protesting because you have no job, perhaps there will be one when the new guy takes office. Wouldn’t you feel silly then?

Anyway WTH said your candidate was supposed to win there are no hereditary rulers in this country, no matter what the losing party thinks. Besides, she will probably write a book about the experience and make millions while all these college students flunk out because they couldn’t handle the stress of their candidate losing and wound up permanently in a crying room with a coloring books and a box of crayons. How does that particular generation expect to handle the pressures of governing the future world when they can’t even handle the stress of someone they don’t even know meets reality face to face?

Oh my! Do you see what I mean? So many bogus and useless thoughts just bouncing willy-nilly through my head. Perhaps I could use a coloring book, a box of crayons and,just maybe, a hug. Sigh!!

Did I mention that I have toyed with the idea of writing a blog?

Next time. Hopefully.

 

Death Of A Friend | Update for Life Has A Mind Of It’s Own


 Another update for Life Has A Mind Of It’s Own. The story has me writing everyday, wanting me to add this, clarify that. It is a very demanding story. It has not yet told me it’s real name, but I’m sure it will. In the meantime, here is another snippet.

The discussion with her father would have to wait. George was called to Bataan for the funeral of an old friend from WWII.

Victoro ‘Vic’ Bautista was a Filipino Scout during the war. He and George met in a foxhole after Vic shoved George into it as Japanese soldiers attacked the outpost where they were located at the time. They became lifelong friends. Vic invited George to a family gathering right after the Japanese surrendered to celebrate the event. At the event there was a friend of Vic’s sister. That friend’s name was Nattie. George and Nattie were married a year later. George was released from the army a short time before the wedding and he returned to Australia with his bride, where he reclaimed his pre-war occupation in his father’s shipping business.

Vic was already working in his family’s re-established rice fields, which the Japanese had destroyed during the war. The two friends shared dreams of becoming very successful and rich in their lives using their family businesses. As it turned out, it was the ships in George’s father’s shipping business that allowed them to start their business ventures.

George and Vic started shipping rice from the Bautista rice fields to Australia. Eventually honey, coconuts and coconut products were added to their business. After George’s father died, leaving George in charge of the business, the two went to the U.S to set up deal with another friend from the war years to use George’s ships to transport Bautista products to America and return to Australia and the Philippines with their friend’s products. Agreements were established and the first Walker ship with Bautista rice and coconut products set sail for America. The three friends controlled that business until Buster, the friend in America died. A corporation was formed and George and Vic sold most of their shares back to the corporation for a very healthy sum. They retained enough shares in their individual accounts to provide them each a comfortable retirement income and security for their families. Now, four years after Buster died, death came knocking again.

While George and Nattie were in Bataan they learned that Vic had been having bad dreams and hearing strange noises in his head for some time. The recurring dreams were of headless snakes, snakes with no eyes. Snakes, he had said, that stood straight up and transformed into an old woman. His wife told them that one night Vic was jerked awake, wet with sweat, yelling ”George, Look out”. Vic was not a drinking man, so alcohol was not to blame. George said it might have been a flashback to when Vic had shoved him into the foxhole during the war.

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My Smashwords Interview


I recently republished my one and only ebook for small children Gabe’s Fun Summer and received an interview Read My Smashwords Interview.

The ebook story is a mishmash of childhood memories ran through a word grinder and presented as a story of one child’s summer. The actual stories took place over a number of years. There are many other stories that could be ground up into other children’s books if I thought people might get them for their small children. We’ll see how this one is accepted first. Then, again, I might haul off and write another one anyway. Some kids might like it.

More on this update when there is more of it to update. You never know when things might go viral…and my daddy bought me a rocking horse and some marbles. Some of the marbles have gone missing over the years, and the horse just rocked down the road somewhere.

I also have another sneak peak at my upcoming paranormal/supernatural story.

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Excitement For Me | Entertainment For You


I love it when I can my excitement and your entertainment are so closely related. I have been working on a rewrite of one of my longer stories. This week I published that rewrite as a short ebook. Approx 45 pages. It was released today on Amazon. Ramorsia: A New Beginning. The setting is circa 12,000 years ago. Given the acts of terror, torture and bombings going on in the world today in the approximate area of the story setting, that being what is known as the Middle East, this could be a fictional tale of our own holocaust and subsequent new beginning. Perhaps Kel-Tahr` will collect more souls in modern times. My story contains some violence, blood and terror. The world news is inundated with violence and terrorism. In comparison my book is a break from our daily dose of barbarism received in our feeds and news stories each day.

Take a break now. The price is more or less that of a newspaper or a cup of coffee. Ramorsia: A New Beginning.

The opportunity is here…Now. Don’t let it get away from you. Get your copy at one of the links in this post. It’s a great read.