Continuous scenes of normal life pass by the window. A repetitious bloom bloom sound is noticeable, but has long since become mostly hidden with the rest of the ambient noise. Surrounded by strangers, always feeling out of place, and now, admittedly, getting a little hungry. Fantastic.
I’m lost in my thoughts. Nothing out of the norm there. I think I live in my head more than I do in this so-called “reality” I’m stuck in. Ah, if only I could remember why I’m here! Yay me for having the great chore of being some one else.
I often find myself chuckling. Only to myself, yet perhaps a bit out loud. I’m wondering such things like how this time would be viewed and judged if taken back and shown to a previous, more primitive, time?
For example . . .
Let’s take the lady sitting down the car from me. By any conceivable accounts, yes, she is very pretty! Good skin, nice hair . . . . Nothing out of place except she has a bigger bulge in her pants than I could ever hope for! A very sarcastic “Thank you” to Mother Nature; as I’m sure she’s thanking Father Science.
Or, how about this one?
Cars. Airplanes. Spacecraft! I mean, how would the mighty fleets of the old Spanish armada react if they seen a modern stealth destroyer? Or maybe take a tank and a helicopter to the front lines of the Battle of Gettysburg? And on the endless list goes.
The problem, my current problem, now is is that sometimes there’s a glitch when moving around. You wouldn’t think so, but it’s true. For most, moving around is known as such things like: astral projecting, past lives, deja vu, time travel, and whatever else there is.
For the extreme few who know better, it’s simply known Quantum Lapsing. And, as the name suggests, there is quite a bit of lapsing. In spite of popular belief, there’s a lot more of a process than just simply disappearing from one place and being magically transported to another.
Not to give too much away, but what you must understand about Quantum Lapsing is that the you that is being lapsed . . . isn’t the same you whenever and/or wherever it is you go. And, oh, one more critical piece . . . prepare to spend years, if not an entire lifetime, at the destination.
Which brings me to my problem.: this person that is me isn’t the original me. More than that, I have to expand my consciousness to remember why it is I’m here. Hence why it takes so long – being born (or reborn) as a whole different person.
Yep! Like the great majority of those of us who’ve lapsed, I was born into this world – this time. I have characteristics of my current “mother” and “father”, lived a life not unlike those around me, but there are also new changes.
I like and dislike things the real me did, but also things the real me didn’t. I have new habits, hobbies, skills (or a lack thereof), and so on. Then there’s the genealogy, time/space interferences, and let’s not forget the historical footprints.
I’m sure you have gathered by now the complexity of the situation.
There is a plus side, however. The more you lapse . . . the longer you live. Seemingly, at least. If I am able to return to my time, my original body, before I die here then I can go on living my life as I know it. And if I lapse again, then the possibility of living out a whole new existence somewhere is just another lifetime I’ve lived.
But, there is bad news, too.
Should I die here, which is also very, very likely, then that’s it for me. Not too fun, huh? Yes, well, it’s a risk we all take. And, ultimately, a risk well worth the taking. Well, I think so.
Also, it’s far easier to go forward in time than it is to go back. For a long time, it was theorized going backwards was impossible. We know now that it is possible. But it’s also extremely dangerous. A person’s survival rate of just making the journey alone significantly plummets.
Anyhow. Now that I went through all of that, which I probably shouldn’t had mentioned to begin with, allow me to resume my initial point. Which is me, on this train, here and now, with no utter clue as to why except that I have a purpose.
A purpose, I might add, that is beyond the normally perceived idea that we are all here for a purpose. I have that, too. It’s just mine is much greater than yours. No ego attached to that last statement, by the way.
So, I guess in the meantime, I’ll continue to drive myself nuts knowing that I know more than these know-it-alls around me, live my life as those who know me perceive and expect it to, and, of course, try my best to stay alive . . . again.
Aging. It happened before I even knew it. And as I fight my way to live life day by day, it keeps happening. And, most days, I can’t truthfully say I’m enjoying the ride.
When I was a little kid, the world was full of endless possibilities. Anything was within reach. And they were, so I thought, the best years of my life. But, unfortunately, that was about to all change.
My early teen years just sorta happened. But in my mid to late teens, I noticed more reality than I cared to. And the closer I got to eighteen, the more and more I dreaded becoming an adult.
I was blissfully ignorant of the things of the world despite my constant teachings and lectures from my father. I should had listened. But I already knew everything. Or so I thought.
My twenties came in like roaring tornado. A swirl of having to quickly grow up, getting my own place, paying my own bills, and the unexpected surprise of parenthood. And that’s how it goes, I guess.
In my thirties, I wizened up. I looked at teenagers and twenty something year olds and thought to myself, They have no clue. Little did I realize, but neither did I. It was my thirties I began to see life for what it truly was: a bitch.
I didn’t want to turn forty. And, even without having my consent, it happened all the same. It was at this point that I have started to look more deeply and more seriously at my life. I now understand what they mean by having a mid-life crisis.
This year for me (and my wife) has been a torrential cascade of bullshit in the worst kind of way. The events of this year have been the fuel that has propelled this rocket car of bullshit, slamming us into a brick wall only to discover there to be more and more brick walls.
It just doesn’t seem to want to end. But, even so, we have one another. And, for that, I am beyond grateful. I am blessed in that way. I can only hope she, as I’m undoubtedly sure she does, feels the same way.
Waking up everyday with a heavy heart, going to a factory job that continually sucks the happiness from my very soul when I thought there was none more to be gotten, and fearing what’s going to happen to us this time, leaves me everyday – several times a day – asking two questions over and over:
What is my life’s purpose, and where do I go from here?
I find myself at a crossroads. And a very important one. But, I must digress . . . .
When I was a young man-child, my dad taught a form of martial arts called Goju Ryu. Later, a man came from Okinawa and was handed the class. From there, I learned Kodokan karate. Interestingly enough, and to the best of my knowledge, both styles being Japanese.
During this time, I was introduced to the famous David Carradine movie, Kung Fu; a series that ran during the 70’s before becoming a singular film. Kung Fu . . . the grandfather to the Goju Ryu my father taught. With Kung Fu also came Tai Chi. Like Goju Ryu, another offspring.
In short, it was Kung Fu that planted a seed that I would find myself coming back to to water from time to time.
I was grateful for my dad being hard on me, teaching me how to defend myself all those years ago. But it was the spiritual connection I found in martial arts that captivated my soul.
With this, meditation to calm oneself and to look inward became a very real thing to me. Mind you, I came from a very Christian family, so, of course, my dad never divulged much on the topic being Buddhism the principle behind it.
On a side note, I one day managed to get my hands on a book about self-hypnosis. I’m not going to say much about this here, because this was a whole new avenue of self discovery in and of itself. But it did play its part in its own way.
Fast forwarding . . . I grew up in a strict and religious family. I’m not sure when it happened or what sparked it, but, at some point in my mid to late teens, I began to question the bible. It no longer made sense to me. I found it contradictory.
So, I started to look deeper at what it was saying – trying to explain things myself with historical and scientific fact rather than just accepting a belief on blind faith. This ideal to just believe in something made no sense to me.
Little did I realize then that I had taken it upon myself to follow a teaching, I would later discover, from the Buddha: To not follow something on blind faith, but rather decide for yourself if a thing is worth believing/following (to paraphrase).
This dissecting of the bible led me to “study” demonology. From there, I looked more into witchcraft; namely Wicca, of which I began practicing, then into Druidism, which I felt more comfortable with.
With witchcraft, there was also meditation. Different from what I had known thus far from martial arts.
I never got too serious into being a practitioner of the craft, but it made a lot more sense to me than what my family had forced me to believe in. On the other hand, I still found something was missing. Then came metaphysics. And suddenly, the rabbit hole I thought I knew well showed it’s true colors.
And, my god, it was beautiful! Albeit vastly confusing.
So, with all of that said, I come to this point in my life; confused, emotionally racked with pain and heartache, sad, depressed, angry, temperamental, and still ever curious. In what seems like a time when I would have my mid-life crisis I see a door. A familiar one. And, this time, I’m walking toward it.
I’ve told people many times before that if I ever once set foot in Japan I would never leave. That’s funny considering I’ve never been there. But I can say that because there has always been something about the Chinese and Japanese cultures that have drawn my attention. Particularly that of Japan.
Somehow, I feel drawn to it. It pulls my heartstrings in a way that only a bird, who feels when it’s time to migrate, can understand. Although modern Japanese culture is now technologically advanced and fast paced, it’s the simplicity of the old ways that I love and admire most.
And, so, here I am.
As I mentioned before, this year has been horrific. The results of events that have driven me to the edge, looking deeply into the abyss, contemplating if it’s worth it – reaching a level of stress and unhappiness that has me weighed down to my breaking point.
Of course, I could never make the leap. I’m not that kind of person. However, I know I can’t continue going like I am, so I began to re-evaluate myself and my place in the cosmos.
Many things I would do, places I’d go, I can’t. It’s the sort of sacrifice you make when you marry. You have to find a middle ground. Granted, this can be a struggle, going against what you feel is best for yourself, but part of the end result, the happiness at the end of the tunnel, is finding a solution that you and your significant other can be happy with together.
Moving to a new locale, at the time of this writing, is not a solution; even though we both feel a change of scenery would do us good. Unfortunately, I can’t change jobs either because of reasons I won’t go into.
What I can do, and must do, for now has to start with me and start at home. I must devote my energy doing what I enjoy doing whether there is money in it or not; writing, art, treasure hunting. Mainly because it’s inner satisfaction and tranquility that I’m looking for anyway, right?
Money is one of the leading causes to my stress and worry. It can only provide relief, but never happiness. And this is a new programing I am having to force myself to face because it’s definitely not how I was raised.
Enter Zen Buddhism.
When one thinks about Zen, they often think about gardens filled with sand and rocks. I know I do, but there’s an interesting thing about that. At least, for me anyway. Let me explain:
The rocks in a Zen garden represents different things, and I like the representation of the five elements; earth, air, water, fire, and metal. For others, they may represent islands. Hence the raking of the sand to show water flowing from and/or around the stones.
But it’s the raking that I want to mention here.
For as long as I can remember, I have often enjoyed sweeping. Somehow, I find it relaxing and meditative. I figured this out long, long before I learned Zen Buddhist monks rake the sand in their gardens for this exact same reason.
With Zen Buddhism comes the obvious: meditation. Ah, yes. There it is again. It’s something that I am all too familiar with. And something I have probably, and unknowingly, been grooming myself toward most all of my life.
But there are the roots of Buddhism, as well. This is where I put forth the real work in my quest for inner peace. And, admittedly, although I’m obviously not looking to become a full fledged Buddhist monk, it’s still something that will take a conscious effort on my part.
So what am I hoping to get from this? I can answer that question in a word: contentment.
To come to terms with your true self and not who and what you perceive yourself to be is a journey. To accept the problems you must face, and face alone, is also a journey. To understand where you belong in the grand scheme of things the universe has laid out for you as an individual . . . also a journey.
There are questions I keep asking myself everyday. Questions that, ultimately, are negative when you really take a hard look at them. And these questions need to be replaced with different questions; the right questions.
I heard once that to find the answers you are looking for you must ask the right questions. This is seemingly much more difficult than it sounds. Wording is everything. This is where meditation comes in.
I need to change. If not myself, then, at the very least, my outlook on things. I have come to terms with the belief that Buddhism is the answer; has always been the answer. I have just been too ignorant to realize it.
Buddhism has always been there like a shadow; you see it, but so much so you take it for granted. Only this time, I’m stopping to give it my attention. It’s time. Past time! It’s simply what I have to do.
It may seem easy on the surface, but it’s actually a complicated thing with many labyrinths of subtle layers.
I have a good idea of where I want to be this time next year. But maybe, somewhere along the rails of self-discovery and change, I’ll learn that the path I once believed to be the correct one for me will turn out to be something completely different. For better or for worse, only time will tell.
Let’s face it . . . No matter if you love them or hate them, these four legged, hairball puking animals are very high on the list of the world’s most interesting creatures.
Besides the occasional mentally deranged human being, they are the only animal on the face of the planet to kill just for the fun of it. And, for many people, these deadly house lions in miniature live right in our homes.
Enter one: Felis Catus. Or, as they are more commonly called, the domestic house cat.
Personally, I have mixed feelings about house cats. Whether I like them or not depends on the hour and the day you were to ask me. I have, however, if by choice or not, owned many. And by many . . . let’s just say I’ve lost count somewhere half way through my cat ownership years.
I have had some that I liked, some I couldn’t really stand, and only one I considered to be my little buddy; a Siamese mix who would wait by the door for me to come home from work, and, once I crossed the threshold, would begin telling me all about his day with nonstop, conversational style meowing.
We know the attitude. Even if you despise cats, everyone is fully aware of their personas. They think they are royalty. They con us to get what they want when they want it. They are not our pets, we are theirs.
Once worshiped by ancient Egyptians and even today by the most hard core of cat owners, they undoubtedly have their place in history on this planet we call home.
But one thing that has always fascinated me about cats isn’t just their quirky personalities we have come to baste the internet with, but the deeper side of whatever it is that lies behind those soul peering eyes.
Yes, the question we must ask now and probably forever more is:
What the hell do they think about?
Allow me to take a moment and give you a couple examples from some cats I use to know. I’m sure you can relate.
Gato numero uno: The name eludes me presently, but I had this one cat who took contemplating all things deep and serious to a whole new level. I am sure if he could speak English, he would sit, wining and dining, with today’s most world renowned scientists and theologians.
Perhaps it was some bizarre form of meditation, but his favorite thing to do was to walk up to a random position near point blank range from a random wall, sit on his haunches, and stare for perhaps a few minutes, to an hour, or maybe even longer.
With his nose mere inches from the wall, he’d look at this spot and then another; studying it carefully. He may look around the room just to maintain a visual of his surroundings, but other than that, he would simply stare at the wall.
I have no idea what the point and purpose of this strange act was, but this is a cat we’re talking about! He really didn’t need a point to do anything, did he?
Then there was Satellite. So named for her habit of constantly being spaced out; a space cadet, as my father might have called her.
Satellite seemed like a normal cat until, especially until, she went to sleep. She had this thing she would do that she would (be sound asleep and) suddenly, out of the clear blue, jump up all freaked out, sometimes doing flips in mid-air, which often times included taking off running full speed to a random place in a random room of the house before stopping abruptly.
This didn’t mean the end of her little session, however. She now had the option to either return back to the world and resume cat normalcy, whatever that is exactly, or take off again to another random place in, more than likely, another random room of the house.
Why did she do this? Was it a feline version of night terrors? I don’t know. I may never know! In fact, we as humans may never come to understand what it is that makes cats tick.
I had a very dear friend who once said, “Cats know things.” This simple, yet powerful, statement was coming from a past era of his life as a pagan priest; obviously in reference to cats as familiars and magickal animals.
And maybe they do know things! Maybe they were worshiped for a reason? And a damn good one? Guardians of some spiritual realm or reincarnated beings from another time and place . . . .
It all boils down to, for me anyway, natural behavior. Animal behavior and instincts is interesting to me. It’s fascinating! Truly! Why do they do what they do, and how do they even know to do it in the first place?
What I do know, what I can say for sure is, they are probably far more intelligent and far more in tune with the cosmos than I will ever be; no matter how hard I try.
And with cats, there does seem to be something serious, almost important, going on in those little kitty cat skulls. I very much wish I could read their minds. I’m sure that if I could I’d be able to write some of the best selling material the world has ever seen or ever will see.
In any case, loved or hated, furry or hairless, but always mysterious, these domesticated catchers of things from grasshoppers to birds (and everything in between) will remain in close proximity to us one way or another.
Cats. They’re here to stay. And they’re so much more than just a musical.
I’m not well traveled. I’ve only been to a few different places in country. I have college experience, but I’m not educated in terms of degrees. I am by no means the “correct” person to be writing this. But, I am.
I’m a people watcher. I look at people and how people think and act on a deeper level than the common Joe. And, the things I must endure myself with, drives me to the point of climbing a wall; scraping my fingernails on the stone in a hurried and vain attempt to get to the top and then over to safety.
What drives me crazy, really crazy, is how people are content with their ignorance. They have no desire whatsoever to look at life, religion, the cosmos, the greater picture (if you will) and try to find a deeper meaning. Everything is at face value, and, in their minds, fact as is.
Why? Why would you want to be like that? Or, for me, the more important question is: How? How is it that anyone can be happy to believe in things (and get pissed if you believe differently) without doing any kind of research and/or meditation to support their beliefs?
I’m set in my ways. I’ll admit to that. I was set in my ways before I ever became a grown up. I fault it on the way I was raised – the way I grew up. Life was hard and confusing. And you know what? In some aspects, it’s only gotten worse.
Of course people aren’t all the same. It would be a boring ass world if it were. But, at the same time, can we cut out just a little of the stupidity? For example:
- Bad/evil/self absorbed politicians.
- Flipping me off when YOU pulled out in front of me!
- Wear shorts, but also a jacket because it’s cold outside.
- Grown men (and women) who are less immature than a three year old and shouldn’t be.
- Holier-than-thou attitudes.
- Non-funny bosses who think they are hip and hilarious; more or less due to their fat, undeserved paychecks.
- People murdering people over stupid shit like .35 cents.
- Prejudice. Hatred.
- Getting into fights that can lead to death because you’re drunk or see someone from not from your turf. The fuckever, dude.
- And the list goes on and on and on . . . .
The human condition fascinates me, but pisses me off all the same time. It inspires my stories, but it’s what has driven me to wishing I could, more often than not, live on some deserted, life sustaining planet in another galaxy.
But, since that will never happen, I continue in my pursuit to find such a place on earth. As well as an ever going search for my lost drop of patience I’ve either used long ago or misplaced around here somewhere.
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Hi and hello! Today, I have with me a few special guests to speak with from my book, Komplex Sinplicities. Let’s see, we have with us Aldwin, from The Game, Carly, from No More Apart, Stephen, from The Unwelcomed Guest, and Amberly, from The Cereal Thief. Let’s get started!
KR: Ok! So, in no particular order, let’s start with Carly. Hello, Carly!
Carly: Hi! How are you?
KR: I’m good! I’m good! Welcome! And thank you for joining us today!
Carly: Thank you! Glad to be here!
KR: No problem! So, uh, in the story, No More Apart, you played a wife who had a beautiful life ahead of her and was brutally murdered.
Me: Wanna tell us how you felt about playing that part?
Carly: Well, you wrote it, of course, but it was actually pretty intense! Robert (no offense, Robert!) is a scary looking guy. So when he came after me to do the rape thing, most of that, from me, wasn’t acting. It was for real!
KR: Well, you weren’t suppose to know what was about to happen. We needed that raw emotion for the readers, ya know?
Carly: *chuckles* Yeah, but you could have written me a heads up! That guy is spooky as hell! I thought I was going to have a frick’n heart attack!
KR: Yeah, except you were horrifically mutilated . . . .
Carly: Erm, yes. I was.
KR: Sorry. Just kidding. Well, I feel like you played the role very well. It was a graphic scene between you and Robert!
Carly: Oh, god, no kidding! And poor Johnny getting all smashed up and everything!
KR: The poor guy. *chuckles* He’s a good guy, but who cares, right?
Carly: O-o-oh ho ho ho you’re so mean!
Carly: Harsh, but it is true! At least he didn’t have a guy’s head inside his body! *chuckles*
KR: The joys of being a writer. *laughs* Thanks, Carly! It’s been a pleasure. Next up? Aldwin! Get in here, hero! Aldwin from The Game, everybody!
Aldwin: That would be me, yes. Thank you.
KR: Whatever. So! Quite a show there with the suicide club thing.
Aldwin: I wouldn’t exactly call it a “club”.
KR: No, you wouldn’t. But I would. And I did!
KR: So, Aldwin, what did you think of the part I wrote for you?
Aldwin: Well, since you asked, I think . . .
KR: And where did you find these suicidal club members? How did you get a group of people together . . . that all wanted to . . . kill yourselves?
Aldwin: Um, it’s called fiction. It wasn’t real, Kyran.
KR: Yes, it was. Fiction, I mean.
Aldwin: It was a funny story though.
KR: That happens to be my opinion, also! Wow! We have so much in common!
Aldwin: No, I don’t . . .
KR: Thank you Aldwin! It was great having you here so I could waste your time!
Aldwin: Wasting the readers’ time . . . .
KR: Oh, yeah? You want to bring that attitude to the table? You just wait until after this interview, and see how I kill you off this time! *clears throat* Right! So! Let’s all give a big round of applause to our next guest, Stephen!
Stephen: Hey, Kyran!
KR: Hey, Stephen! How’s that trigger finger?
Stephen: *chuckles* Well, it’s better now! But you damn near broke it when you had me use that pistol as a damn carpenter’s mallet!
KR: Anyway, Stephen, that role in The Unwelcomed Guest was pretty twisted!
Stephen: Yes, it was rather sick, really.
KR: Yeah, disturbing! So, tell us, how hard was it for you to play that role? I mean, what was your method?
Stephen: I didn’t have a certain method or anything. It was more like me just knowing none of it was real and just moving forward with the scene.
KR: If you had a choice, how would you have written the story differently?
Stephen: Oh! Wow! The author asking the character in his story how they would write the story?
KR/Stephen: *both laugh*
KR: Well, just throw out an idea. Anything!
Stephen: Ok, well, I think I would had made it more clear, in a hinted sort of way, that the family’s house I went to wasn’t my actual family, you know?
KR: But then the ending would’ve been spoiled for the readers!
Stephen: Well, you asked. *chuckles*
KR: Ha! Ha! Yes I did. Thank you, Stephen. Our last guest played more of a supporting role, but she was fantastic nonetheless! Let’s bring in Amberly! Hello, Amberly!
Amberly: *smiling* Hi!
KR: Amberly, you played an annoyed older sister who was just . . . bored with life, bored with the world, bored with . . .
Amberly: Bored with being held hostage!
KR: Indeed! Yes! Like you get held hostage every other day or something.
KR: You played the part good, I think, but you don’t seem like the annoyed type?
Amberly: *more laughing* No, I’m not, but it seems to be my thing, so I just go along with it. I’m actually a happy-go-lucky sort of chick.
KR: Yeah, I get that from you! So, tell us, what did you like most about the story?
Amberly: Oh, gosh! What did I not like? I absolutely loved Brynn! She kept me rolling! Like, I mean, how many times did you have to stop typing because the story fell apart because of her?
KR: *laughs* She was a hoot, for sure!
Amberly: But, seriously, I also liked the other characters, too. And the names you came up with for those cereals? OMG! *laughs*
KR: Oh, the cereals! *laughs* Did you ever eat any of them?
Amberly: No! But I so-o-o wanted to try them!
KR: To be honest? So did I! *chuckles* So, thank you, Amberly! It was a pleasure having you in my book! Maybe we can do a part two to the story in the future?
Amberly: I would very much like to do a sequel! And thank you, too!
KR: You’re most welcome! So, that’s all the time we have today. I’d like to thank you for visiting my website. I hope, if you have read Komplex Sinplicities, that you have enjoyed it, and, if not, then you can go here to grab a copy for yourself.
I’d like to hear from you guys, so drop me a line! I may not be able to reply to all of them, but I will certainly read them. And as always, have an awesome day!
For some reason, people like to hear about goals authors set for themselves. I don’t blame them. It’s interesting to look on the other side of the fence like that.
But! Here’s the thing . . .
People follow people for specific reasons. It could be because they’re interested in an author’s life, what a lead singer is having for lunch, or whatever. There’s countless reasons to follow some one of interest.
So, yes. This is my writing blog/website. It’s devoted to my writing. But I am, believe it or not, a real person. With real problems and concerns. And I even like to do things outside of writing.
GASP!!! Heaven forbid an author do ANYTHING except write all day every day!
Yeah, well, get over it. Anyhow, I thought I’d come up with a list of things I want to accomplish in 2016. They include things related to writing, but they also include other things also.
So, without further adieu, I give you my goals for 2016:
- Publish Komplex Sinplicities. If you read my blog before this one then you will already know that I have ordered my first proof for the paperback. There will be an eBook version to go along side it as well.
- Buy a vehicle. This one we did already. I say we because me and my wife don’t make those kind of decisions alone. Besides that, we may both drive it, but it’s really for her anyway.
- Work on my other writing projects. I have so much stuff to get out it’s crazy! I can’t just work on one thing. My mind doesn’t work like that. So I bounce from project to project.
- Work on illustrations. I have cover art and ads to work on, but I ALSO have a book project that will be illustrated almost like a children’s book would be. But this is no children’s book. I also have a comic strip type book I want to work on. Only time will tell.
- Publish one other book with eBook and one eBook. Talking about a challenge! This may be easy for some people to do, but not everyone has that kind of time! Again, only time will tell.
- Metal detect more. Until last year, I slacked off from my metal detecting. And that, my friends, is a real shame! So I plan on doing more of that and maybe some bottle digging. I have a sifting screen that I’m gonna put to more use this year too.
- Upgrade to a better metal detector. I’m more eager to do this than I can express with words! I’m looking at getting the Garrett At Pro and grab myself a NEL Tornado coil to go with it. It’s PAST time I found those deep targets that’s been out of my reach this whole time, dang it!
- Take a trip. Due to life and all that, me and my wife haven’t had the chance to really go anywhere in the last year or two. So this year I’m looking for us to take a trip. We know where we want to go, but it’s going to be a while yet before we are able to. It is what it is, I guess.
- Make some videos. I have a camera, not a very good one, mind you, but I have one all the same. Whether it’s metal detecting videos or videos about writing, I’m looking to throw some up on Youtube. If you have any ideas for some, let me know!
- The usual crap. Every year I tell myself I’m going to lose some weight, eat better, and blah blah blah. Well, I did lose about twenty five pounds last year. Don’t ask me how I did it, but I did! But my #10 goal(s) are just the usual things we all say we’re going to do every year, but end up not doing.
And there ya have it! My personal top ten goals for 2016. It’s not everything I want to accomplish this year, but it’s the ones I think you would be interested in knowing about.
So tell us what goals have you set for yourself this year in the comments below. And tell us how you’re currently working towards them. Until next time, and as always, have an awesome day!
It has been one long and tedious journey to even get to this point: Ordering the first proof for the paperback. Whoo hoo!
But, we’re not out of the frying pan just yet. There is still plenty of work ahead. With that said, I want to go over a couple of things about where I am at right now with my writing.
Firstly, let’s go over what will happen once the proof arrives. So the files look good and the eBook files are waiting for their upload. It has been my experience, being this is my first paperback, that publishing a paperback is a whole different baby than doing eBooks.
In short, eBooks are formatted differently. You only need a front cover where as you need to create the spine and front and back covers for the paperback. The paperback cover has to be tweaked to meet the page count.
The interior is also different. Paperbacks are just that . . . paperbacks. Which is to say you are printing a physical book. So when formatting for this you have to think more traditionally.
On the flip side of this are the eBook files which are HTML and look different on digital devices. although there is a lot of freedom with what all you can do with digital files there are some things you’re going to have to sacrifice in order for the book to look right on a person’s reader.
Another thing to think about are pictures, links, and so on. Of course, in a paperback these things are printed on the page wherever they are in the file. Not so with eBooks. However, links can be clicked in digital files which will take the reader where ever you want to take them; website, landing page, etc.
Most people already know these things, so I’m not going to go into formatting details here.
Secondly, as stated before, the work isn’t over yet. Once the proof arrives it will need to be thoroughly gone over and looked at with the attention to detail of a forensics lab.
Such things I’ll be looking for are:
How does the cover look?
- Do the images (live elements) fit? Are they cascading too much one way or another? Are they off kilter? Too short on any side? How is the image quality? Is the text clear and readable?
How does the interior look?
- Are the pages starting on the correct page numbers? Is the text aligned properly? Is there any weird spacing anywhere? After reading the book from cover to cover, were there any grammatical and punctuation errors?
. . . and so on.
After going over every inch of the book, corrections will be made (if there are any and there probably will be) and the files will be re-uploaded. Should that be the case then another proof will be ordered and the cycle repeats itself.
Once everything is fixed and finalized then comes the heart pounding moment when you push the Publish button. But hold on a minute!
Are you promoting? Do you even have a marketing strategy? This should have been worked out a long time ago. If you don’t or haven’t promoted yet then don’t release that book into the world just yet. You need a following!
I’ve got my marketing strategy laid out. It may not be the best of them, but I feel it will be good enough. It’s not like I’m looking to be the next J.K. Rowling. I just want people to read my stuff.
Anyway, moving right along . . . .
So what’s to be expected after Komplex Sinplicites? Well, I plan on writing a blog post just on this topic; and maybe soon. But, for now, I’ll just say there are several other projects in the works.
The hard part is is there are so many of them. Writing takes time and, sometimes, focus. I’m a fairly busy guy! And there are a lot of times when I just don’t feel like writing for whatever reason.
Hey! Writers are people, too, you know!
In conclusion, I’ll keep doing what I do when I can find the time to even do it. The first proof, again, is on its way. I’m already working on other projects. And I’ll start throwing on the thick promotion stuff soon.
In the meantime, thank you for your readership! And stay tuned for future updates by clicking on the Follow button. I hope to see YOU on the other side!
Imagine something for a moment.
Now imagine that you and your family being dragged out of your house and herded into the street. There are men with guns, barking dogs, and people crying and screaming all around you.
You’re loaded and carried away in trucks to the train that awaits you. No one has any idea what is going on, where they are being taken, or what is about to happen to them.
After a few minutes, the trucks come to a stop; you have arrived at the train station. More men with guns hastily let down the gate and yell at you to get out and move into formation. There are more dogs barking, crying, fear, confusion, and soon a door on the boxcar you crawled into is slammed shut and locked.
It’s a long ride to where you are going. But for a moment, and only for a moment, you relax for reasons you can’t explain. But, for you, things have just gotten started.
Finally, you arrive at your destination. The door opens and the scene upon getting out is more terrifying than anything you went through before getting on the train.
You’re torn apart from your family. You’re chances of seeing them again are slim to none. Your bag is tossed into a pile with bags of persons that came with you and before you.
What happens from here depends greatly on which destination you were sent to. Unfortunately, you have stepped foot in the worst possible place you could be.
You’re going to die here.
Thoughts of what is happening to your family are going through your head. At this point, you can only pray they are able to survive.