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

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

Schedule Tweets


Hey all tell me what you think about the whole scheduled tweets like tweetdeck?
Do you think promoting through social sites like tweeter garner you more views or even sales?

As an Indie Author I am always thinking about what would get my name out more and would love to hear what you all think?

Brotherhood


Blurb:
Spells of magick and wonder as two opposing forces fight for superiority with love stuck in the middle. Masumi learning new spells is working hard to get back the love stolen from her. The order of the Guardians is revealed to her. The steps taken towards a whole new world can not be undone.
In the meantime Mark is being taken farther and farther away.

The world of Amber Light opens up to show who is fighting for what. The rules of the game change as one is mortally wounded.

Excerpt:In the current state of things the wolves and the vampires were at half strength. This meant that the next in line for better treatment were the zombies. Though zombies did not care what treatment they got. All they did was feed. They did not care what food they received as long as it was flesh. The true fact was the only reason they had been placed in such great care was to force the vampires and werewolves to remember their disgrace. This caused daily uprisings in the bowels of the stronghold. Zombies would be taken down by vampires and werewolves. The numbers of zombies never did diminish as they were mage cast and the required number was always at the stronghold.
Mark stepped towards the altar his armored boots making no sound as he approached. The stains of failed attempts splattered the floor around the altar. The beast under the altar prayed for failure, for it was failure that fed it fresh flesh. The smell hit Mark with the feel of a sledgehammer. It would have rocked him back a step or two had the armor not kept him moving.
‘No weaknesses.’ Mark thought. A sign of weakness and the packs would attempt to tear him apart. They would fail but Suzuka would not be happy and the armor would remind him of her unhappiness through pain. He knew that every time she took him through paths of pain the light was harder to find. This kept him on edge for what if the light should vanish. What kind of animal would he turn to. Even worse what would she have that animal do to satisfy her dark desires.
The fears and thoughts on Suzuka raced out of his mind as he approached the first victim. With an armored hand he took the victim by the throat. Forcing the mouth open with the pressure of his un-naturally strong hand he took a rune which pulsed and oozed in the other hand. The fear of the victim could be seen in the eyes as they begged for death rather than coming any closer to the sickening rune. Mark paid the cries for death no attention as he forced the rune into the mouth of the victim.
“Swallow,” Mark stated clearly. “If you don’t then you will have to go through it again and that will only bring about a stronger feeling of dred to you and joy to me.”
He spoke to them in a cold voice. They knew that it would not get any easier and death would not come. They swallowed. As the rune wormed its way deeper into the body blood would leak from every oriface of the victim. The blood coming from the eyes would pool as the body went into seizures.
Mark never noticed as he had already moved on towards the next victim. Being the first victim did have its advantages, just as the last victim was the most to suffer. The second watched in horror as the first looked as if he would break his own back the muscle spasms being so strong. Non of the victims were that lucky. The second had not even felt Mark push the rune into his open mouth being so horrified at the sight of the first victim starting the change.
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.
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Book Blog Find #17 – Memories by Omar Pina Pena


Monday, May 28, 2012

My book made it into another blog. I am so happy here is the repost of that blog.

Book Blog Find #17 – Memories by Omar Pina Pena

Author Name and Book Title: Memories (Amber Light Series, Volume 1)
Omar P. Pena
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Bio: 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.

Synopsis: 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.

What will e-readers like about your book? There is a maddening
sensation in the first book. The book will push you to the brink of
breaking which is needed in order to enter a world we all see everyday
but can not truly capture in our minds.

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.