You are what you write. Illusion and Reality...I reside in between. Where are you?
UNDERSTAND THAT REDIRECTING CIVILIZATION is a major undertaking. You can write volumes about it and who will listen? But the energy that goes for that purpose cannot be withdrawn. You know that.|
What do you think of your life, in the sense of: Can it be a mystery novel or can it qualify for any other genre?
I don’t know about a mystery novel, but for sure my life could qualify for some action adventure, political and travel themed novel. That would include the dance world, theater and hollywood from the 1960s and 70s.
But of course, I’ll never write it. Information from those areas can be generic source, but my life...no way!
I like the part about creating fictional characters to write about. No hurt feelings, law suits, embarrassed families, etc. I write fantasy and science fiction---therefore I live in a fantasy world. Cool!
Aside from the sun, what are some things you might need to protect yourself from during the summer and why? Or winter where you live?
I live in Belize. We have tropical sun. It can turn white skin into a brilliant shade of rosy red in about twenty minutes. I witness all the cruise ship passengers who visit our beach. Ouch! such pain. I respect that sun and crave it, but only for about 15 minutes on a side. And out on the ocean the time is even less because of the reflection off the water. I am very brown and maintain that.
The sun gives Vitamin D which is essential to health and immune system. There are a lot of studies that show sunscreen to be very dangerous. Better to teach the young ones that limited time is absolutely necessary to have healthy skin later in life. The only protection I use is coconut oil.
Now living on and beside the ocean, we have LOTS of insects. The tiny invisible ones are Sand Fleas. I think they are all mouth. Their bite stings, itches and leaves a little red spot that lasts for several days. They especially like untanned white skin. Yum! They are so small they can fit through regular window screen. The trade winds keep them away, blowing them back into the mangrove swamps. But when the wind dies, watch out.
We cleared the sailboat of roaches. Big cockroaches! However, on land they are a plague in older houses.
Now in the sailboat, which is old and the interior is built with wood. Wood is the essential food for termites. They are very clever, leaving the outer layer and varnish or paint untouched. Huge colonies excavate the insides of most woods except teak. Over time they can destroy just about anything. Several times a year they push out the new ones to mate and go find some new wood to start a new colony. Termites are attracted to bright light. We have a bright LED over the sink which is full of soapy water. Most of them fly into that and die. It is a constant battle.
Then there are the Doctor Flies. Bigger than a house fly, but smaller than a horse fly. They are black and metallic orange in color. They are some kind of advanced warrior-stalker that only hunts the blood of humans. When they strike the initial touch is the bite. It burns, stings, itches, swells up. Ugh! An itching zone 8 to 10 inches around the bite for most of a day. The bite effect lasts a week or more leaving a scar that heals slowly. They don’t buzz around like stupid flies. They stalk, wait, hide and then strike! But they are arrogant and bold. Often they come an land on my computer screen. Of if you are holding a phone or tablet, they come behind you hand where you can’t see them until it’s too late. They are seasonal, so at least not all year like the sand fleas.
Bug spray, poison powder, flyswatters, extra clothes (long sleeves & pants) It’s a war zone sometimes. But when the wind is right, the 30 minutes in the sun is tropical heaven! That part of the world really belongs to the insects and we’re visitors and a food source. Mexico controls tourist areas with daily (before dawn) mist-sprayers that move through the streets and beaches. I don’t know which is worse.
Happy in Belize...>>>iggy
Throughout Hemingway's career as a writer he believe that it was bad luck to talk about writing----- that it takes off "whatever butterflies have on their wings and the arrangement of hawks feathers if you show or talk about it." Do you agree or disagree?
Do you personally have any superstitions about your writing craft?
I trust my dreams. Many solutions about story-plot come from dreams.
I’m uncomfortable when people ask, “What is your book about?” How do you explain a complex novel plot that really needs to be read to be understood?
If you try to explain, their eyes cloud over and they never hear the whole idea.
I don’t mind talking about writing in general terms. I have learned that most people have no idea about the kind of patience, perserverance required to actually write and finish a novel. Writers are a particular breed that get along great together. I used to belong to the Wyoming Writers Association, and their annual conference-get together was great. I joined them again on FaceBook.
Prompt: Well behaved women seldom make history. Do you agree?
No, I don’t agree. Now if you said make scandalous history, yes, I’d agree.
We have a lot of powerful women in government who manage to keep their personal behavior almost secret, but their public-political history is filled with untruths and secret arrangements that have deadly effect on hundreds if not thousands of persons.
There have been well behaved women writers, poets, wives of politicians who left their mark on history. We have to really define ‘well behaved’ to have that idea understood.
How about a prostitute who had a heart of gold, and through her spying and passing of information, saved thousands of lives? There are contradictions and amazing people in awkward situations who come through in the end. They make great characters in stories and novels.
Our media culture puts enormous emphasis on scandalous women, and always have. The number of photos of women in low-cut dresses or less is beyond count, and that is new every day. Have you ever looked at the Daily Mail? And there are certain proper-appearing women who hide behind that image while fiddling to delete their thousands of secret emails. Ha!
It’s a scandalous world...>>>iggy
| Imagine a long coat, imagine the pocket of that coat, imagine what is inside the pocket... oooohh noooo...
You are being followed aggressively...keep in mind all of the above details what are they going to discover when they get to you and grab your pocket.
All the street lights were burned out as I entered the neighborhood. I had the address, but house numbers proved impossible to see in the darkness. I think Billy told me the third or fourth house, but I couldn’t remember which side of the street. Looking back toward the main boulevard, a haven of bright lights, I saw two figures very briefly as they disappeared into the murky shadows.
A light rain joined the breeze that tormented the dry branches over my head. Pulling my long coat tighter, I kept moving. I could hear footsteps of someone running. Sounded like more than one person, and heading toward me. I passed the third house on the left. I had to be close to the safe house. But which one? I couldn’t see a light anywhere.
Then I saw it! Just a dark blue LED, blinking slowly. On the other side of the street. I start running across the wet pavement. Too fast. I slip, tripping on the curb. I try to stand, but one of my pursurers hits me hard. I sprawl across the sidewalk, just fifty feet from the blinking light. Rough hands yank at my coat. The fabric tears, an ugly ripping sound. A foot pushes me down hard into the concrete.
A gutteral voice in my ear warns, “Move again and I’ll knock you out.” His hands frantically searching through all my pockets. “Ah! I feel it!” He just shreds the side of the coat and pulls the inside pocket open. “Got it!” he yells to the other person whose feet were on both sided of my head. Five seconds later, they’re gone, running back the way they’d come.
Slowly I find my balance and stand, wiping the grit off my face. I reach inside my shirt where the key to the bank box is safely carried. Crazy guys, they are gonna be so upset when they find out the key they so viciously stole from me would only open the meter box in my garage.
Beside the blue light, the door to the safe house opens and I slip inside, sliding the bolts behind me. I’ll send a signal for a car to pick me up and I’m out of this mission for a few days. The money in the bank box will get me far away. I certainly will have to go shopping for a new coat. I loved that coat.
Keep your pockets safe...>>>iggy
Prompt: What books do you plan on reading this summer?
The Circle of Sorcerers by Brian Kittrell
City of Rogues: Book i
The Crown Tower by Michael J. Sullivan
Harbinger of Doom by Glenn G. Thater
The Soulkeepers by G.R. Ching
Tanaquill by Akalle (Read it once, read again)
These books are free on Kindle. Great for retired person’s budgets!
We don’t have a real book store in Belize. Hoping to get over to Orange Walk one of these days. A store called the Boundry has a wall of used paperbacks. I just hope it’s still there.
Happy reading all...>>>iggy
Prompt: Life is strange.
No bright and shiny things here. Just something to maybe think about:
Besides residue from earlier processing, the MMR vaccine contains contains the following ingredients: MSG, animal products, and the antibiotic neomycin. The MMR vaccine also contains human protein that has been genetically modified.
There are three different live attenuated viruses- rubivirus (measles), parotitis (mumps), and rubeola (rubella or German measles). That’s why it’s called MMR.
INGREDIENTS: Sucrose, hydrolized gelatin, urea, sodium chloride, sorbitol, monosodium L-glutamate, sodium phosphate, human albumin sodium bicarbonate, potassium phosphate, potassium chloride, residual components of MRC-5 cells (including DNA and protein), neomycin, bovine serum albumin, other buffer and media ingredients, sodium phosphate dibasic, potassium phosphate monobasic, potassium phosphate dibasic.
This affects a great many people, especially children. I think it requires research and trying to find the scientific-medical truth of it. Not propaganda paid for by the manufacturers. There’s a lot more to learn, some of it has religious issues.
Follow the money...and listen to the SILENCE.
Peace and Love...>>>iggy
Prompt: “When you’re awake, you know you’re awake. But when you aren’t, you don’t know you aren’t. The question is, how do you know you exist?”by Maria Popova in Brain Pickings /\ Write whatever you wish about this, through any form, style, genre, fiction, non-fiction or poetry.
I am...when I am asleep,
Sometimes more alive and full of power,
I am...when I dream of home,
I have lived many places in my dreams.
I am...visiting often to my homes of dream,
Familar sameness rich with memories,
I am...when I dream of paths and trails,
I always find my way to that same place.
I am...when I am flying,
Lifting free of ground and floors,
I am...when I jump to air uplifted
Soaring over miles of endless carpet colors.
I am...there in that place I work,
Knowing faces of friends and their stories,
I am...familiar to all and loved by some
Always planner, teacher, designer, solver.
I am...because I know.
Sleeping dreaming waking same,
The self of me is me the self who...
is as I am.
We are one.
Peace and love...>>>iggy
Blog City Prompt: May 31 is Walt Whitman’s birthday. One can’t say much because his words are too good.
“I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.”
It feels really dumb to ask someone, “How are you?” when you know they are not well or feeling bad. And then if they tell you all about it---you asked for it.
“The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.”
Yes, warm the subject, illuminate it, expand the values, see what is underneath.
Walt Whitman also said:
"Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you,""I exist as I am, that is enough."If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred."
He means always look for the positive, and respect and take care of yourself.
Also, his best advice:
“Re-examine all you have been told. Dismiss what insults your soul.”
One of my very favorite writers...>>>iggy
Blog City Prompt:
Everyone at one point in their life has a difficult conversations, some go well - some not so well. Think about a conversation you've had that you really wish you could have a do over? Tell us about it what you would do different?
There were a couple conversations in my life... ...but I would never write about them. The persons involved are still alive and the hurt and pain too great. Enough said about that.
What do they call it? Hindsight? My characters always feel victorious if they get to really tell somebody off. Maybe they’ll feel bad about it later, maybe even apologize. But deep down, they loved the moment!
Then there are those situations where a person should be called out for cheating or lying to have an advantage, but no one does. There is no conversation. Not enough proof, too political, families involved. You know, just like our government and politicians who get by with unbelievable actions---that for ordinary people could result in fines, prison, etc.
Too often the result is SILENCE to keep their job or position. For others the gift of MONEY is all that is required. As in headlines today, sometimes it is millions. I think there is a lot of cleaning up to do and some significant conversations.
Who is going to initiate those important conversations? Will you vote for them?
Who can you trust. The ‘do over’ part has already past.
Sorry, I’m ranting...>>>iggy