Inspired By OM


I see you there talking

you speak loud so all can hear

yet when it is my turn to speak

you quietly disappear

how dare you ignore me

how dare you shun me

how dare you use the words I write

you do this all in spite

in spite of the friendship that could be built

bury that knife of neglect to the hilt

my heart can take it

but soon enough another will read me, will share me

soon enough another will give me wind and you will see

that while you passed me over and did not share me

I was still able to be free

And at that time I will leave you

I tell you know so you will know

It was not for what I did not read but what you did not show

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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.

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Working hard


Continuation of The Drive. Here our reluctant prey meets his friend for more information. As with the first story I figure on telling this series in a first person style where the main character of the segment is the one experiencing it. Enjoy

Working Hard


There was a knock at the door. The thought of who could actually be coming around this time of day wracked my mind. The store was not meant to be open for another three hours and there were not any deliveries due today. All of this put me on edge. Still I was not able to get myself fully worked up since the stress of my workload had kept me on edge pretty much for the past month.
Quickly I arranged my desk as neatly as possible. There was not much to it as I was always compulsive about keeping my desk in the best shape possible. I had to know where everything was and if ever there was something out of shape on my desk. My life depended on the neatness of my desk.
Looking through the peep-hole I saw a look that I was hoping would not be in my life. I would have to make a note in the book to find the contractor and eliminate him. The lions he had sent me did not catch this lowly lamb.
There was no time now since he knew I was here. Quickly I had to work backwards and bring about the best way to deal with the mess that they had gotten me into. I told them that he was to strong and if they were serious about taking him out then it would require more than a few lions to take him down. He would only be taken down if there was truly a need for him to be taken down.
No mistaking what had to be done I would let him in and see if I was able to get a word in edge-wise.
“Come in the door is open,”
With a soft click the door was open and closed. I was always impressed on how quickly he could enter a room. This only impressed me more due to the fact that when he wanted to not be noticed he could enter without a sound.
I knew that I had a chance, be it only one chance I was going to make the most of it.
Look there was no need to try to feed you to the lions.” I started in the usual manner as someone would to make a claim for their life. ” The management told me that you had become a liability and it was either you or my family.  I mean you are lucky as only I know that you have her waiting and trust me she is safe. But they know about mine.”
He slowly walked without turning around towards the drink cart. I knew already before he had even reached it what he would be reaching for. I had always kept a new bottle of Pier carbonated water ready for him. We after all went back decades as friends and it was he who brought me into this line of work. He needed someone to trust and I was it.
“All I can say is I am sorry I did not warn you,” I continued with a little knot in my throat.” Still we both know if I had warned you and you survived as you have now I would be dead before you. As you told me never betray your word and my word had been given before I knew the job that was asked.”
He stood drinking his water and pondering my words. There was little left for me to do except wait for my fate.
We both knew what had to be done and he was willing to forget the silence for the little information that I had. He was my friend and meant more to me than the job. I was meant to work it out with him as I was meant to keep my silence. All in all he understood what I had done was only what he had asked of me. Now came the planning. There would be a meeting in two days time. I was supposed to receive my pay though knowing the turn of events I was meant to follow my friend into the grave. They certainly knew that the lions had failed and would be requesting me to contact him. The management would want me to set him up this time and that was nothing I was willing to do. The only chance that we would have would be on the day of the meeting.
***
The back room was barely lit. This was how I always kept it. It would allow me to find what I needed before the unsuspecting victim had time to adjust. That would be the place for the meeting. I had the plan already worked out except now I needed to add a body to the room. The body would be his and the killing would be his. I figure it was the least I could do, still I knew deep inside that there would be more to my debt that needed to be repaid before I was allowed to go.
As I reached for the light he took a seat. the idea was simple and needed no explanation to him. The new prey would be kept alive until answers to questions could be given and directions to places that do not exist laid out. It was clear that he wanted to go for the throat. We would be leaving the business and needed to clean the records of our existence.
“You will need a room to work and a transport.” I spoke in a hurried manner as we had little time. There was so much to plan and the likely hood of new lions approaching sooner rather than later was a sure thing.
I had prepared to run myself and needed to adjust a few parts of that plan in order to fit his.

The particles of dust seemed to freeze in mid-air only to be moved by a subtle breeze that was not supposed to be there. The sense of a new form entering the building was only confirmed by the softest of chimes. The sound would have been missed if not for his raised hand.

Slowly he melted into the wall drawing two knives. We knew what was coming and had to run the steps as much as he had trained me.  I melted into the opposing wall. Though my attempt left much to be desired as any slightly trained eye would spot me standing there quivering.
The thoughts of killing someone for the first time froze the sweat crawling down my back.
***
A shadow filled the floor at an angle giving way to the body that was standing just out of sight.
There was a slight deminishing in the shadow giving notice of two, though only for a split second. The temperature cooled even more. The poison on their fangs could felt as much as the smell filled the room.
We would have to be fast and I knew that I was going to have to be the bait.
“I know you are out there and I got a knife so state your business or leave me alone,” my threat came out in the strongest voice I could muster though the fear was impossible to hide. The only reply was the cocking of two guns and a slight chuckle.
I repeated my threat as I inched myself back behind my desk.
“You know why we are here.” a voice broke the silence.” Just tell us where we can find him and you can go on your way.”
The thoughts came fast to me now. Both would definitely kill me just as much as he would for betraying him. This had to be played out right and my friend would not be the one to fall. “Are you sure? Do you promise?” my questions were meek, full of fear and everything they wanted to hear.  With a clear sound I dropped my knife and took the seat behind my desk. After all be it them or my friend that kills me tonight I would like to die sitting on my chair in my own way.
Two dark figures started to take shape in the doorway. Looking at each other they nodded and the first one walked in. He stood between the door and my desk. Taking a quick glance about the room he turned to face me.
“You know this would have been a lot easier if you would have just told us where he lived and we would have been done with him. Now you are to pay for the hunters sent before us and the price is your family.”
With those words he turned towards the door and nodded.
Just as the second lion entered the room with fang in hand he dropped. The look of terror would have been nice as my friend now stood in his place with his own talon piercing the neck of his prey while the other talon severed the tendons preventing the use of the prey’s fang.
Before the lion in front of me could raise his own fang to fire the poison at my friend I put him down. The thought of my family filled my head and I went to work.
My talon ripped deep into the lion even after the beast was down for good I still worked it over. I would avenge what ever I had put my family through and his pound of flesh would be joined by the rest of the management.
***
There was a package lying on the floor between the two dead animals. Simple butcher paper which my friend picked up knowing that I lacked the strength to even attempt to open it.
“We will make them pay for this.” was all that he said as he stowed the paper in his long coat.
I knew that it was time to go and my family was lost. This was not what I wanted for them but I knew deep inside that he would help me make the ones who caused it pay more than they did. They would regret turning on him and with my first kill out of the way I was ready to add to the count.

The paperbacks are here


They were a hard two weeks. But I feel that I blew through them in style. I took a short trip and when I returned I was so happy to see the big brown package shoved carelessly in my mail slot. I knew what the package was and I knew that I wanted to savour the moment. I didn’t of course. Like a poor child with a free piece of candy I tore into the package. There was no savouring just the utter joy of adrenaline coursing through my system as I got closer and closer to the core.
The books are of course my first two books.
God Life without Religion and Amber Light Memories .
So now what? You may be asking. So you got paper copies how will that help the fact that you have still only sold five books. How is it any of this going to make a difference considering that Big names like J.K. Rowling has entered into the once safe zone of the Indie writer. Well the fact of the matter it will still be the uphill climb that I have been doing. I will still pluck away trying to get people to read my book. Yes I do not have a follow-ship in my books. Heck the first one is my memoirs, which most people would only think about writing when their famous. Or at least in-famous.
I am neither famous nor infamous, Most of you would probably not know me from the person sitting near you at the Denny’s. And I have to admit stepping into my head is a dangerous endeavour, that has to be taken slowly and with great skill. I do not write fantasy and fiction books for the weak of mind. And yes as I keep editing and editing and re-working my words can be read by the lower echelon of society. There lies my point. I write as an Indie writer because  I love to write. I open my head to tear our thoughts faster than my poor fingers can type. And reading my books is like pushing a screwdriver into your skull. You don’t know why you are doing it or what made you pick up the habit but there you are non-the-less. The funny thing is when you get through the ordeal of reading my work and see the other side. You few who are brave, You few who are smart enough to see past the layers may just learn something new.
Expect the paper backs of my books at an Amazon near you.
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Playing Fields (Cassidy Fields Series)


Amazon link : Playing Fields (Cassidy Fields Series)
Caught with his hands in the cookie jar… well, almost. When a woman suspects the man in her life of infidelity, it’s Cassidy Fields he needs to be on the watch for. As a very specialised private investigator, she’ll study her subject then turn all her womanly wiles on him to see if he’ll stray. 98% of the time they do. But when Cassidy’s brother is murdered and the lead cop on the case is one of her unfaithful victims, will he block Cassidy from finding the truth? As secret after secret is unveiled, can Cassidy hide just who her brother was from her mother? Will the cop she once caught in the act turn her eye and catch her? Find out in Playing Fields.

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