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Thoughts While Waiting On My Jeep Maintenance– some free audio

I’m wrapping up Valentines Day (Time Patrol),  which takes a nice zig-zag in the series, but I don’t want to give away too many spoilers. I’ll have it out next month. My web site is being completely redesigned and hope to have it live next week.

I’ve also put together a Readers Guide with all my books, in order, with some author notes, and all links. That will be out shortly. Talk about tedious. With around 70 titles or so, multiple platforms, etc. I had to do every single link by hand. I’m having someone else who is better at tedious check my work today. ‘m not good at tedious and detail work, which my wife will be glad to tell you about.

She came home from the food store yesterday and had me unpack the bags because she knew if she did it, I would have no idea what she bought, nor would I look. I’d simply starve. Well, not exactly. I do have my Soylent. Which is not a great name for a product, but it supposedly contains everything you need to live. A drink that looks pretty nasty, but doesn’t taste too bad. Drink a cup of that and eat a banana and your system will be cleansed. Full disclosure– Deb would say ignore me on the Soylent.

Anyone ever put an ipad or ipad mini in their dash? All I’ve got a GPS in the Jeep is my small iPhone which, while worth the same as my health insurance, is really hard to see.

My wife, who is smarter than I, came up with an idea for a new book. From Gus’s point of view. I kind of like the idea. Especially given the fact the cartoon on the right is true. Anything about Cool Gus gets a lot more hits on social media than I do.  Actually it would be a series of short stories that Gus would tell. More to come.

Nine-Eleven is now live on audiobook here. I’ve got around 10 free download codes for it so I’ll go with the first ten who email me for those. But you do know you can get it for free if you don’t have an Audible account just by signing up for one for free? Then if you don’t want to pay anything, just cancel the account?  It’s a thought.

Deb and I are also looking for a new, funny, TV series. We do Big Bang and Modern Family. We watch Santa Clarita Diet’s season and that was different. We’re thinking of going back and re-binging something like Frasier. But anything new? Any suggestions? 

The Years. Examining History A Year At A Time

I’m a sucker for history. When I went to West Point, back in the Old Corps days, when men were men, we ate rocks for breakfast, and the sheep ran scared, they said the education was like trying to take a drink from a fire hydrant turned full blast. I think I averaged around 22 hours a semester in academics; on top of parades, inspections, being on the marathon team, military training, intramural, etc. We had classes six days a week. Despite that, we didn’t graduate with a specific major, just a concentration.

Mine was in psychology, so when I went back to graduate school, imagine my surprise to find out I couldn’t get a Masters degree without an undergraduate major. I discovered, given the hours I had at West Point, the quickest way to that, was to take a couple more undergraduate history courses. Apparently I took a lot of history at West Point. They were big on it. Also, though, growing up, going to the library constantly, I not only read a lot of fiction, I also got the old Dewey Decimal System pretty much memorized and was always drawn to the 900 section. I have a brain full of weird stuff, yet can’t remember what is in the refrigerator that we bought the other day. Seriously. Deb just has to put it behind something and I’ll never find it or remember it was there.

I use slideshare.net to upload my keynote/powerpoint presentations. I’ve got most of my ones I use at conferences on writing uploaded, along with ones on my various books. This morning I just pulled together 28 years of history on 28 separate presentations and managed to link them all. Quite tedious and I’m not good at tedious, but it’s done.

So for those of you who likes history and facts and weird stuff, here is the master slideshare for all of it:

 

Dead on Arrival? The movie everyone has raved about?

Okay—bad pun given what’s at the core of the plot.

I’d read and heard so many great things about this movie. Since we don’t do movie theaters in our household, it finally made it to on-demand (we do LOTS of on-demand), I decided to watch it.

I feel like Tom Hanks in Big: I don’t get it.

Yeah, it had to do with time and I spend a lot of time on time, pun intended, since my current series is the Time Patrol. And in Fifth Floor, I had to really ponder time and loops and parallel worlds and all that good stuff. Until my brain really hurt, but I could feel what Lara was feeling, wondering what exactly is her reality and her past, cause I kind of feel like that a lot. I feel like that right now. Like I’m sort of here, but not really here. And now.

I’ve read blogs by other scifi authors and fans raving about the movie and I’m sorry—well, I guess I don’t have to be sorry for my opinion. Hmm. Need to work on that. Who gives a crap?

I kind of feel like the guy who sat in the graduate Faulkner class where the teacher was going on about the use of the color yellow in Soldier’s Pay and I’m thinking: maybe his wallpaper was yellow when he was writing the book? Who the fuck knows? I did mention in that class that I thought Faulkner wrote better drunk than sober and you could really tell the difference and that didn’t go over well.

I do think there is a strain of literature and movies where people go “Wow, that was so good and so deep and blah blah blah” except in reality, it really made no sense but by pretending we understand it, we make ourselves seem smarter. Or maybe they just are smarter?

But that’s me. The contrarian. It’s a condition. Seriously. I wouldn’t be it if I can help it. That’s the thing about the brain. We’re born with some wiring in place, it gets softwared by our environment, our upbringing, and sometimes things crack, get wired wrong, or worse, don’t get wired at all. And you know what? You’re stuck with it. Now, you can get help. There are medications. There are therapists. You can act differently, but acting differently doesn’t mean you are different.

Also, back to the movie, being honest, using a dead child at the core of a plot sits hard with me, given our own experience. That’s an exclusive club you don’t want to be a member of.

I joke when I teach that writers aren’t in the bell curve and we’re not necessarily on the good side of that curve and I get a good laugh, but you know what? It’s not a joke. I know for certain there are things wrong in my brain. So perhaps that’s my problem with the movie. I didn’t connect the way others did. It’s like this blog. At conferences people tell me they like my blog and all that, but no one comments in real time. I sometimes read another blog and I think “Hey, that’s pretty much what I wrote” and there are like 200 comments there. And I hear the wind whispering in the empty branches in the comment sections here. So I accept it’s not like what I wrote.

I think I know some of the reasons for that, which loops back to not feeling the same about Arrival as others. My brain is a dark neighborhood where many do not want to venture.

So this blog is going to be more and more shining light on that dark neighborhood, because, well, it’s all I got. I’m not anyone else. Not going to pretend to be anyone else. Like Popeye.

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