What it takes


In an attempt to not be the spam blogger but also find a balance with what I share the line has become very clear. So here I am sharing with you what it takes to get a rise out of me. What you need to have in order for me to like something, reblog something, comment on something.

Liking something.
I find it fun to like things. Even things that I know bother me but the fact that someone put it up and caused my brain to think about it, no matter how much I hate it or love it. I will like it. Posts that make me think are fun to run into. But that is as far as I will go. I will like it because it made me think.

Commenting on something

I comment on things when I feel strongly about the topic. When I want to bring attention to something or when I feel that there has been a violation. It does not matter to me that I may offend, insult, or basically make someone cry. I could care less. I am commenting my opinion and my thoughts from the research that I have done throughout my life. I do not apologize for what anyone else thinks about the words that I type. I work with words daily, in my writing, in my teaching, in my life. Which is why looking back through my posts I tell people to read, reread, and then read again to what I stated, as to often than not the misunderstanding is that the individual did not read or did not comprehend my words.  But back to the topic at hand. I comment on things that draw me in. And no, it does not have to be words. Pictures, video, heck even a good title has gotten me to read it and make a comment.

Reblogging

I reblog friends that talk to me. That means if we interact with comments the more that I will reblog you. I do not reblog everything as there would be not much time for my own posts to get noticed. I do reblog others more than some but this is due to the fact that some people post more blogs and make a larger signal. But still there must be that line of communication for me to reblog. If we have talked if we have even crossed paths on a post somewhere and started to follow the chances are I will reblog your stuff. Talking helps folks.

Do I expect you to reblog me. I would like it, to that extent I will not lie. But no it is not an expectation. Still the more I reblog someone I do hope they take notice of it and decide that some of my works deserve the notice to be reblogged, commented on and liked. On an interesting topic, my words are mine and if I insult you, treat you like crap, or all in all tell you to fuck off, it is not the responsibility of the post hoster, if I am doing a guest post, or mine. Should you know me then you would understand that I do not insult, treat people like crap, or tell people to fuck off unless they deserve it. And nothing is more deserving than talking BS, trying to tell me or anyone else to change the way they behave because it offends your sensibilities.
When it comes to comments on faith, spirituality, religious matters, I default to my atheistic position. Bring me proof, verifiable, falsifiable, and testable by anyone, anywhere in the world.

When it comes to science, medicine, engineering, theoretical or not, bring me recent published papers from peer reviewed magazines.

If it is just a discussion you want then that is fine. And the final note, just because I do not agree with you is not the reason that I may insult you. Agreement or disagreement on a topic is not enough. So think clearly and post clearly. It is the only way we can keep blogs from degrading to the twitter world where everyone just starts spamming and following for the simple fact of getting more views.

Getting followers is nice but if you have 10000 followers but only 10 views per day, then there is something wrong.

By, Jin OkuboBookCoverImage

Author of Love

Tell me


Tell me about a book you like and why.

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Dhara andd Greg


Many of you would remember the show Dharma and Greg. If you don’t then I recommend you pop over to youtube and enjoy a show or three. Now the premise is s free spirited woman and a conservative man get married on a whim. What I found interesting was the clear view that Dharma and her family were more petty and more egotistic than Greg’s family. They mask it in the oh see the world in a new light but the message is clear that they ware pushing their beliefs on others and turn out to be more hypocritical than Greg’s family.

I find it sad to say that I have not met a free spirit who did not take offense when you did not agree with their way of life and may the gods help you should you disagree with them on politics or the environment. Where many of the ones that I have met have argued points based on hearsay and anti-capitalism when the data shows very clearly that the more economic ties a country has with another and that people have with others the less likely they are to go to war.

Tell me what you think.

By Jin Okubo

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To review or not to review


Many of you out there may think, oh it is a nice book… some of you may even love the book, but unlike large publishing houses we must think about the Indie writer. Your feedback helps us write more. It feeds us in a way that is unknown by the large publishers.

If your review is positive we enjoy it. If your review is negative we look to improve. If your review is short and to the point we devour it. No matter what the review is we love it. And with the star system and the up scores on so many sites it is even easier in today’s world to share a book. A minute a day can make the life of a writer so much better. So if you can drop by and read Love Coverfront. Click on the stars and or share it. A nice romance that will leave you wanting more. A Romance not written in the cookie cutter style. A true original.
By. Jin Okubo

Memories Front Row Lit Post


I would like to thank Adam at Front Row Blog for the chance to be showcased on his blog. I am so grateful that he was kind enough to help me out like this and hope to return the favor. Please visit his blog and see what other great things are there. 

 

Memories by Omar P. Pena

The time is now. The place is Japan and Mark is living the only life that he knows or can remember. He does not spent any more time away from his box like apartment than is needed. That hermit style life that he has chosen for himself is about to change.
It all is about to change because of her. After who knows how long he has found love again or is it the same love. All he knows is that Masumi has the eyes that he yearns for. Masumi herself comes with a past that she herself does not even know. Their world is about to unravel to show what lies behind this plain natural world we think we know.
 Memories: kicks off the Amber Light series in a way never done before. Dive into this story head first for the world where everything is what it is unless it isn’t what it is. Follow the lives of these two young lovers as they piece back together the little happiness that we all strive to have.

Excerpt

She had stayed awake all night sitting in a corner. She would not leave the room where it had happened for fear that it would be gone in the morning. For who ever it was that had done this was clearly after something. The doctor that had brought them together was suddenly gone and now the sudden attack.
The taking of her love.
What did they need him for?
Why was she spared?
How was she to find them when she did not know who they were?
These questions ran across her mind as the first rays of light started to creep into the room. The light had started to reveal a scene that was hard to bear. What she thought were shadows strewn across the floor from some unseen source were in fact spatters of blood. It was almost as if beast had fought for supremacy. As she the image of blood started to become a reality in her mind copper taste of it touched her senses.
Having spent enough time in a hospital she new it to be real blood and not a dream as she had hoped. Slowly she stood and new that she did not have much time before the street outside became crowded with people, one of them would surely call the police and there would be questions. The questions would not stop coming until she provided an answer, answers that she could not provide. This fact she knew clear as the light that was coming on stronger now.
      She started from the corner where she sat. Scanning the area she started picking up the scene and her imagination started filling in the gaps of what must have happened.
      Someone was thrown against the far wall with force. Another must have been thrown over the desk nearest her. This was evident to the fact that the desk looked out-of-place and the chair behind the desk was shattered. A piece of the broken chair was missing. To her utter horror it lay close to the stairs covered in blood. There were drips of blood leading towards the door. Who ever was bleeding tried to leave only to be suddenly side swiped into some left over file cabinets breaking one.
      Fear got the better of her and tears washed away the images. She had to scan the area for clues to what had happened or what was missing from the day before. It looked as if something was drug back down the stairs bleeding. Only now had she noticed her own footprints in some of the spattered blood on the stairs. There was also a missing desk from near where she had found the legal paper.
      The puzzle had started to fall into place. They had stumbled into a robbery. They must have. Why else would someone want Mark and not her?
They must have taken him for questioning and she new that time was not a luxury she had. The police would hold her for questioning all the while her love that had found her twice was now lost. She would not sit back and let the hands of fate have their way with him. This time she did not have the courtesy of a lost memory and in that found her resolve.
      She quickly gathered every piece of paper she could find. Among the papers she found part of a torn cloth. Not knowing what it was from she decided that at the very least it could be used to bundle together her findings. As she wrapped the papers together she noticed a small glimmer out of the corner of her eye.
      She froze.
      It seemed as if years had passed and she was stuck frozen like a statue waiting for that glimmer to attack. It never did. To her surprise she had just noticed that part of the wall was damaged from the fighting and a glimmer was coming through. Holding her package to her chest she walked towards the wall.
      The light from the wall was abnormally strong. There must have been a secret room behind the wall with a strong light turned on because this was not sunlight coming in. This light was stronger. But how could there be a room if this was the wall adjacent the alleyway. Something was definitely not normal here. Still she could not stop herself from approaching the wall.
      To her relief there was no hidden room but merely a small crawlspace.
Her sense of reality had been challenged enough for a lifetime she thought. But still she found herself crawling through this hidden passage with her bundle of papers held tightly to her chest. Somehow she new this was where she had to go. The passage went on for a few hundred meters before opening up to a courtyard.
      The house was small and did not bear anything fancy. In fact it looked out-of-place in the center of this fabulous courtyard. There should have been a mansion sitting in the center or some grand building in order to justify the sheer vastness of the space. Yet there was a quaint small house which did not look bigger than a three bedroom one story home. The walls of the courtyard were high and with no tall buildings around it became apparently clear that no one was meant to look inside. Why would someone want such privacy? She felt that she needed to be in this courtyard.
      “I followed this passage from my doctor’s office.” she muttered her excuse.
      She rehearsed it in her mind over and over to make sure that she was ready to answer it at the first question posed to her for being in this secluded place, this sanctuary from the harsh life of the city.
      “Take heed child you will not need such an excuse here.” a warm voice called out to her.
      “What, I didn’t say anything.” She responded.
      ‘Had she been talking to herself?’ the thought came as quickly as the realization that she had not been. Looking around she found that she
was alone in the courtyard.   ‘Was the stress too much for her?’ Her
thoughts continued to stress her even more.
      “Don’t worry you had not been speaking dear child. I read your mind.”
The voice said again. “Please do not be scared and come into the house we have much to talk about.”
      Masumi found her need to find out was more than the need to be scared at what was happening. She held her package tight to her chest and started to walk towards the house. As she stepped closer the house which was simple before started to show unique markings along the wood banisters and columns, each step had what appeared to be Druidic markings but the hand railings carried markings which looked Egyptian.
On the walls were writings that she had never even seen before. Not even in doodles of the major fantasy movies had she ever seen these.
They looked almost artistic by nature. As she approached the door she felt compelled to continue. There was no sense of foreboding or as we would call it a fight or flight feeling. She felt at peace. The door opened almost instantly when she had reached for the knocker. There in front of her stood a simple old woman. She could have been anyone’s grandmother as she stood there holding a tray of lemon bars. Masumi stepped into the home which looked more spacious in the inside than it had from the outside.
      The little old lady led her towards the sitting room. As this house was of classic design there was a sitting room where guest would sit for tea. Clearly this woman had spent time in the United Kingdom to learn some fineries of human civility. She was not clouded by suspicion as she walked quietly ahead of Masumi.

About the Author

I was born in Mexico but raised in California. The dark fantasy has always attracted me even though as I grew up I was never able to find a good balanced one to my likes. It was not until I was a sophomore at UCR that I was able to meet up with a friend who introduced me into the world of D&D. It was Raistlin that would drive my thoughts into creating a world based on magic that was more this world than one which is lost to the annals of time.  I have always loved writing and even though I tend to jump the gun I find that my stories are character based and charged with a lot of emotion. I have been told that a writer should not let their emotions enter into a characters line or who that character is to be. I think that is wrong.
I have always avoided being told what to do or what is the norm.
Though there are lines that must be followed (ie grammar) everything else is free range. I have chosen to breathe life into my characters and be every bit of them as they are of me.
For more on Omar, see his blog at  http://omar-ebooks4all.blogspot.jp
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Brotherhood Amber Light Series Book two cover Contest


Had to add cover three above cause the pros were complaining that my previous two covers were not up to the challenge.  So welcome cover 3 to the right and final cover design for voting to the left.

You can vote here as well as on facebook or on Google plus through my contact page.
Here is the first of the pictures

Cover 1

Here you have the first of the covers. It is a bit dark but as you can see the mage and the crystal ball bring a bit from the last book and showcase the magical fantasy that is this series. There is also the darkness about the tone of my book which the beta readers have told me is rather good. So I wanted some of those tones.


Cover 2

As you can see in book cover attempt two here I have reeled back the brotherhood to being more dark and mysterious. I have left the magic aspect of the crystal ball. I want it there now that there is a greater view of the use of magic in the series. Book one was not all cast and run as some books are. And though there is more magic in this text it is still in keeping with the world I have created. While book one is more about the discovery which really opens up to this second text nicely.

Please fill free to vote for cover one or cover two. Also you can ask your friends to vote as well.
You can find the first in the series at this link: Memories (Amber Light Series, Volume 1)  catch up on your reading because the beta readers have stated this second installment will take you to places you never knew a fantasy novel could go.

Author of the Month


The Author of the Month

I decided to make Sara Niles (Pen Name) , Josephine Thompson the author of the month. Not because she is sky rocketing past everyone in the speed that her books sell. Everyone always wants to interview the next hot thing in order to either drive their own sales up or to drive traffic to their websites again to drive their own sales up.
That was not my plan as I went through the authors I have read recently. In reading her books and though I am not done, I found consistency. I found a story that I can connect with. And I found that it made me turn my new book that I was bringing out into a series. Why try to cramp a story as big as I had into a tomb which few would want to read. Well here is an author that inspired me and I hope that her story Inspires you.

What is my reason for writing?
 
The driving force behind my compelling desire to write has led me through a sixteen year odyssey that has resulted in The Torn Trilogy, which is now and probably always will be my most defining work.  The Torn Trilogy is approximately 1200 pages of literary nonfiction that contains three complete works that are in actuality, my life in words, memoirs.
 
 The question expands to Why did I chose to not only write with such passion and drive, but why did I chose to write memoirs?
 
Several powerful forces were at work that provided the impetus that led to my lifetime commitment to writing, each of which involves nature and nurture. I was born with a natural talent for language and communication, which was honed and developed through my post elementary school years as I won essay contests almost effortlessly. My first contest was won because I was in a rush to go to lunch and threw together an essay in less than twenty minutes, winning first place and a cash prize along with front page mention in the local news paper.  I became more aware of this talent as I won more contests, but I did not intend to ever become a writer as a youth, I simply loved to read.  My tastes in authors spanned the range of several Nobel and Pulitzer Prize winners such as Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings (1939 Pulitzer Prize) and John Steinbeck (Nobel Prize, 1962). I read Rawling’s The Yearling when I was nine years old and Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath at age twelve; still one of my favorite books.
 
In spite of my love of books and reading, it was the natural forces of an unnatural life that propelled me into this career as a writer. My early childhood was marred by instability and abuse that was interrupted by kindly aged relatives who in effect, saved me. My loving aged family provided a stable life for only a short while, as they were very old when they ‘took me in’. The deaths and imminent deaths of my caretakers, led me to make rash decisions that resulted in serious domestic abuse; a marriage to an abusive man at only sixteen. In 1987, during an unseasonable rainstorm, I was forced to flee for my life with five dependent children in tow when I was only twenty-nine years old.
 
The long arduous, uphill battle for survival led to the creation of Torn From the Inside Out, the first of my memoirs, with The Journey and Out of the Maelstrom following. The complete Torn Trilogy was a writing saga in itself as it took a total of almost sixteen years to complete. The Torn Trilogy was completed in November of 2011.
 
I used all of the talent and insight at my disposal in order to craft this work because I wanted The Torn Trilogy and each of its component books to provide more than a simple story of a difficult life. Throughout history, the culture of each society creates art forms that remain long after the society and the individual members of a society are gone. The literary masterpieces become timeless classics that inform, educate and inspire generations to come. Good literature leaves a message behind that leads to a better understanding of humanity, a more civilized view of man versus man. The Torn Trilogy is designed to appeal on a broad level and the message I hope that is leaves behind for all time, including the present is to be kind to each other. The most important thing a parent can do for children is to provide a stable home and a safe life for them and the home must be violence free in order for these children to grow up as healthy adults.
Entire civilizations are affected by individual families. The children of today become the adults of tomorrow, the new civilization. World peace does not start out there, somewhere that is hard to define: it starts within homes, one family at a time.
 
 I chose to write in one of the most difficult styles literary narrative nonfiction, because it is also the most compelling for the subject matter.
 
What kept me writing?
 
The purpose of the writing was a driving force, a life passion, a fire in my soul.
 
What advice would I give for new authors and what should they expect?
 
The publishing industry has changed dramatically over the last few years and is changing so rapidly that the new independent author must keep up with those changes and innovate, keep up with what is going on in the market and meet the needs of the market. If the author is committed to writing, then he or she must commit to marketing as well.
I have noticed a trend in self publishing that I would avoid: much of what is self published is not refined, the plots are thrown together and the characters are under developed, the writing is choppy and repetitive; although the gems in self publishing are out there too. There is a lot of impressive talent among the self published new works if you can find it.
Readers are intelligent people, I would advise new authors to remember that fact and challenge themselves more. Create the best work in your field, refine it and find the best market for it, then market it like a madman or woman.
 
How did I go about creating characters?
 
Since my works are nonfiction, I did not have to create them, but I did have to present them in an appealing fashion that allows the readers to see the strengths and weaknesses of the charters and how they developed as people. It takes psychological insight to see into people and to assess their motivations, including characteristics that lie beneath the surface. I am a lifelong student of human behavior and as a result, psychological insight is woven into my narratives.
 
What books do I have coming out later this year or in the future?
 
My plans are to write at least twenty more books before I die (smile); hopefully some decades away.
 
I have a book of fiction that I will release in a few weeks under a mysterious pen name (I will not divulge the details) that is more of a marketing experiment.
 
I have another serious nonfiction trilogy coming out in a few years that will have a broad humanistic and political theme. I am an activist, so expect some serious controversy in the contents. In addition, I will be releasing a book on schizophrenia and mental illness in the near future.