August 18 2017

Friday Morning

Howdy all,

Guess what today is? If you guessed (and are reading this on this particular day) that today is Friday then you are right (Yeah, it was a 1 in 7 chance).




I’m not sure what my weekend is going to be like but I’m going to try and finally get my wife to watch “Idiocracy” with me. Yes it is 2017 and that movie came out 12 years ago and she hasn’t ever seen it. I don’t want to spoil anything for those weirdo’s out there that haven’t seen it yet (that includes my wife) but Luke and Leia are brother and sister, and they kiss.

OMG, you just ruined my favorite TV show, BOOBS & MURDER. B&M is another show I’ve trying to get her to watch but so far she’s resisted that as well.


Aside from all this, I’m going to try and review/edit some peers stories as well.

Small interesting fact: In reading my peers’ stuff I’ve seen just how twisted other authors minds can be. We are all a bunch of crazies, just like everyone else but who is too afraid to admit it. ūüėõ
I’m sure you have all heard something to the effect of “You can’t make this stuff up” when describing somebodies real life. Well, then you might have also heard the phrase “Write what you know”. Yeah, go ahead and put both of those together and get back to me after your mind has been through that Cthulhu-nator.

Another good writing piece of advice I have is about antagonists. You antagonist must truly believe what they are doing is just and they are ‘in the right’. My life, in recent months, has taught me so much about making this believable. Man talk about writing what you know ūüėõ


Last night my daughter and I got into something of an argument¬†as I asked her to go to bed and she kept saying ‘okay after this’. Several of those later I blew up on her. Being the diligent dutiful father I am, I yelled across the house ‘Five minutes til bed’, to which she replied, ‘okay.’ Well not long after I yelled, ‘two minutes til bed’ to which she replied again. Well I finally headed up stairs and went to her room and said, ‘get into bed’ and she said, ‘okay just one more thing’ and I waited… and waited… four things later I snapped at her and gave her a push onto her bed so that butt landed on the mattress. She was pissed but you know what, I didn’t care. The fight broke out at this point but I had passed the point of caring as she wasn’t listening. Reasoning with a person can only go so far if they are not willing to listen to reason. I had given her plenty of chances and bent to accommodate¬†her but at some point, you just have to snap back at those that want to walk all over you.

Reason is apparently a limited resource in this world.

Take my Dwight for example. She decided to send out an email informing us about a change in what was going to happen for the day, which she NEVER DOES. I responded to her saying something to the effect of “Hey its nice of you to let us know about what to expect and thanks for sharing.” I can see her now complaining to high heaven about it for some twisted reason or another. The truth is she never shares anything with us about anything. We are often left to fend for ourselves. I could try and take the enlightened view that she took my compliment to heart but the truth of her villainy is that she will probably take it as some sort of attack as she is, in her mind, justified and persecuted.

I swear you can’t reason with crazy.

I guess that is another reason I enjoy reading and writing. It allows me to see the twisted realities of my peers who are all doing nothing more than ‘writing what they know’.





August 2 2017

Interview Vs Shave

So I got another interview coming and I have to decide if I want to shave my beard that is now 5 weeks old. I think it’s filling in nicely but it’s still a little scraggly. So this is the dilemma¬†I now face.

Decisions Decisions…

I’m leaning towards keeping it.


So I got a funny topic and since I’m a ‘cruel man’ I’m going to share it.

A week and a half ago, upon my first day back at work, my Dwight came up to me and my facial hair and said, “So you end up breaking your razor?” or something to that effect. I glanced up at her own caterpillar, and only through great control, did I manage to not respond with, “I guess the same thing happened to you.”


August 2 2017

Aug 2nd – The Next Stage


It’s been a few weeks since I posted anything. Life’s been keeping me busy but I’ve still been writing, just not with any one of my novels. I’ve been writing other things, mostly historical accounts of stuff going on with my life. I’m just setting the next stages for what is to come.

My lunch is almost over but I will try to explain further later on.


July 19 2017

Day 19 ~ 27,000 words (The Neuroverse)

I just entered part II of it. I’m thinking of shipping off part I in all its uglies to my bro to see if he thinks its viable or if he is completely bat-flipping-lost with it.

The first part was introducing some characters and telling of how these people got there.

The second part is going to be about their experiments and the political intrigue behind the scenes.

The third part is going to be about how monkeys fly out of my butt cause I haven’t a clue as to what it is going to be just yet. (GOT PANSTER SYNDROME?)

July 11 2017

Story for the night

“I can’t believe I was intimidated by…

… you” He shook his head as he looked up and away. His head came perilously close to striking the side of the blinking emergency exit logo sticking out above the rear door. He looked back down again at the six-year-old girl and added, “I can’t believe I was afraid of…” his tone deepened, “I don’t care who your father is and you can take your threats get the hell out off of my stage.”

Ashly’s gaze sharpened on him as she stretched up on her tippy toes, “Do you want to work in this city again or have you gone completely nuts? My father, once he finds out, will blackball you.”

The man tried to hide his growing smirk as he asked her, “Do you even know what blackballing means? I mean I get that you probably heard your father say it in his office but I seriously doubt you understand half of what you are saying.”

Ashly’s understood enough to know she wasn’t getting her way as her face started warming with blood fueled rage. “You will put me in the Zippy Corn Pops commercial and that’s final!” She crossed her arms as she turned and presented her back to the man.

He started chuckling again as he turned to walk away.

Ashly spun upon the man with all the rage of a spoiled brat that had never been refused anything over their life. Her arms went up as she lunged and wrapped herself around the man’s lower leg. She sunk her teeth deep into the man’s calf.

Sully screamed out in pain and became unbalanced. He toppled forward and struck his head against a countertop with a sickening thud and slid the rest of the way down to the floor.

Ashly, no longer feeling any kind of reaction in her victim, released her jaw from his leg and spotted the splattering and streak arcing down towards the floor. She then heard the air escaping out of Sully’s lungs as she paused in horror and realization that she might have killed again. Her father had told her never to mention the incident at the Taco Bell back in Santa Fee but couldn’t but help think this was a repeat of that day. As she got back up on her feet she heard and saw as Sully’s chest went up again as they brought in a fresh lungful of air.

She found herself smirking in grim satisfaction. No, she hadn’t killed the man but he might as well have been dead for his career certainly was.

She reached over to his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. She thumbed through it and took what cash he had on hand. She then took the wallet and tossed the rest of it into a nearby garbage can on her way towards the lobby. She pulled out her cell phone and called her father.

It rang twice before her fathers assistant answered in a placating voice, “Hello Ashly. Did you get the part?”

She snapped back, “Shut it Rick, where’s my father.”

Rick answered quickly, “He is behind closed doors-“

She cut him off, “Give him the phone.”

“He’s having a meeting with the head of-“

She snapped again, “I don’t care. Give him the phone or so help me-“

Rick quibbled, “Yes Miss Bieber! Right away Miss Bieber!”