Well, it’s Sunday, day three of the 30-Day Blogging Challenge. It’s mid-afternoon here in Chula Vista, California, and I’ve already done a lot (in my opinion). There’s more to do, but powering through this post is at the top of my list.
The weather remains cool and rainy, which is the Southern California version of snow. At my age, even temperatures in the 50s and low 60s are hard to take. So, I’m hunkered down in my living room, imagining warmer weather to come. . . soon, maybe? Most of the time, the weather here is amazing. Not yet. When daylight savings time begins next week, it will only get worse (waking up in the dark).
I just finished reading yesterday’s posts from my fellow bloggers. If you haven’t checked them out, I recommend them all highly. The link to those posts is included at the end of this post.
Today is National Day of Unplugging (from Social Media). Now that’s something I can get behind! I do use Facebook, X, and LinkedIn, but not a lot, other than posting my Tweet Support Team posts. I look at Facebook to see pictures of the grandchildren. I look at X every morning to see posts from pundits I like (5 minutes or less). After being in business for more than forty years, I get lots of notifications from former bosses and coworkers on LinkedIn. That’s about it. Some folks are heavily invested in their posts. I wonder if they think those posts will find like-minded people, or get fans. I’m not interested.
So, what did I accomplish today? Well, I got up, fed my doggie and me, did my weekly laundry and washed the dishes. I made a new batch of black beans. I also believe my conversion to this new computer is complete. I still can’t believe my old computer is twelve or fourteen years old. All I have left to do is pay for the new computer.
It’s probably time for me to start my next review of my upcoming novel. I really hope it doesn’t need too many fixes. I have too many other stories yet to complete. I hope your day is awesome, and I’ll post again tomorrow (after my dentist appointment, and hopefully a haircut).
Hello my friends, and welcome to day 2 of the 30-Day Blogging Challenge. I decided to start earlier today. I have already done most of my daily activities, although Akiva and I may go for another walk, unless it starts to rain again.
The first thing I did, after getting ready for the day, was to fulfill my Tweet Support Team duties. Too often, I forget and then I’m late once again. But not today. I even linked one to Nonnie’s blog post from yesterday.
Between eating breakfast (my usual chicken quesadilla and coffee) and now, I finally finished the second reread of my latest novel, which is tentatively titled Land of Lost Souls. Unfortunately, I think another read is required. My writing often gets ahead of my intended plot. I don’t know if there is anything major to redo, but I’m hoping not. I am also not satisfied with the current title. As I may have mentioned before, most of the action takes place in the Evil Realm (H E double-hockey-sticks). An earlier title was Gates of Perdition. While my protagonist is again a young teen, I do not think it will qualify as Young Adult fiction. I frankly scared myself a few times, making me wonder: Where the heck did that come from?!
By the way, Land of Lost Souls is also where I first came up with Manny’s Bar and Grill, and where my protagonist (Simon Connor) could feel the other side since he was very young. That sense of the other side was something that affected me as a youngster.
To be totally honest, I also made a new batch of Pico de Gallo and washed the dishes. I know you’re impressed…
I hope the current story is close to going to my editor. I have a few other stories that I began and then set aside. I hope each of those will ultimately get completed and put on paper or Kindle.
I have checked out the posts of all the other contestants. I honor your commitment, and I hope we all succeed for the rest of March. Please check out how our other great bloggers are doing by following the link below.
And so it begins. Follow me for the rest of March to see whether I can blog each day this month. I really appreciate your attention and comments.
Today was just another typical day, which means I was running around like crazy all day. First, I have to take my dog for walkies three or four times a day. She loves every person and dog she meets along the way. Unfortunately, her affections are not always returned by the dog (or cat) in question. Still, being with Akiva makes me very happy. I also had to trek to Northgate Gonzales Market, a local Mexican grocery store. After being married to a Mexican lady for twenty-eight years, the taste for Mexican cuisine is in my blood. I also tend to eat the same thing every day. That’s a chicken quesadilla in the morning, and a bowl of black beans, chicken, and cheese in the evening. For anyone who knew me when I was working, they will likely find it odd that I don’t eat very much. Age has a lot to do with it (I’m a young 69).
Later in the afternoon, Akiva and I went to visit my ex. She loves my dog and spent time together with us. She also did some major surgery on two of Akiva’s favorite dog toys.
Now, here I sit in my little place, preparing for the end of the day. I’m just about to go make my black bean/chicken/cheese dinner. Of course, I will share some of the chicken with my beloved dog.
What didn’t I accomplish today? My main regret is not continuing the second reread of my new novel. Also, I’m in the process of moving from my old PC (12-14 years old) to my new one. Even with Carbonite, a lot of the stuff needs to be reentered by hand. That process will take some time. Hopefully, I’ll be able to finish my reread soon. Then it’s off to the editor and cover designer.
I hope to have more news on that and everything else over the coming days and weeks. I promise to be more newsworthy as the days go by. I hope you have a wonderful evening, and I’ll talk more tomorrow.
This is the unknowable question. Many faiths speak about life after death but no one truly knows until the end, or at least a near-death experience. I was recently compelled by my muse to write a story about life after death. Given my faith, there is a definite Christian influence. Please check out my latest story, Passing. While your beliefs may be different from mine, I think it’s worthy of consideration. Since it is a short story, it is a quick read.
I hope you take a chance and let me know what you thought? All the best!
GIVEAWAY: (2) Complete sets of the Billy Battles trilogy. For your chance to win one, please leave a comment below!
Q & A with Ron Yates (Part 3)
If you could have dinner with one person, dead or alive, who would it be and why?
Winston Churchill. He was brilliant, and I would hope that by the end of dinner, some of that brilliance would have rubbed off on me though I seriously doubt it.
What is one food you would never eat?
Monkey Brain Sushi (yes, it is a real dish in China, and I won’t tell you how it’s prepared). It is considered a cure for impotence (what isn’t?).
Another dish I will continue to eschew is Balut, which is a delicacy in The Philippines. It is fertilized chicken or duck eggs in which the developed embryo is boiled and eaten from the shell. Yum!
Which brings me to some advice an old Chicago Tribune copy editor named Spokely gave me when I was getting ready to leave Chicago for my first posting as a foreign correspondent. “You are going to places that serve strange food, and you will be tempted to say ‘no thank you,’ when it is offered. Don’t do that. It will be an insult to your host. When somebody offers you something to eat that looks or smells horrible, just remember Spokely’s Law: Everything tastes more or less like chicken.”
What were the last couple of movies you watched?
1917, Midway, Little Women, Bombshell, Joker, The Good Liar, and Harriet.
What was the scariest moment of your life?
There have been several. One was during the evacuation of Saigon in 1975. The last day was chaos incarnate. Russian made 122mm rockets were slamming into buildings, 130mm mortars were hitting Tan Son Nhut airport, and the U.S. Embassy was surrounded by frantic South Vietnamese desperate to get out of the country because they had worked for the American military or some U.S. agency. The city was in full panic mode. Several of us made our way to the sprawling Defense Attaché Office building at Tan Son Nhut, and we were finally evacuated by a U.S. Marine CH-53 Sea Stallion helicopter. It was a relief until the door gunner told me later aboard the U.S.S. Okinawa that the pilot had to drop a flare to misdirect a S.A.M. -7 (surface to air missile).
Another was during the 1989 Tiananmen Square massacre when several Chinese students and I were pinned down near the square for 30 minutes or so by Chinese soldiers shooting in our direction. Several students near me were wounded, and we were helping them get to a doctor’s house nearby so he could treat them. I was convinced I was going to wind up dead in the square. Then suddenly, the shooting stopped, and I was able to get my Red and White bicycle that I had chained to a lamppost and peddle like crazy for the Jinhua Hotel where I was staying and from where I was filing my stories to the Tribune.
Another memorable moment was during the revolution in El Salvador when two German correspondents and I were stopped in our car near the town of Suchitoto by Communist guerillas. They put cloth bags put over our heads and forced us to kneel alongside the road. We were sure we were going to be executed. However, suddenly the “jefe” (leader) showed up and set us free. “Don’t kill journalists–unless they are armed,” he yelled at his troops. I was greatly relieved that I had left the Model 1911 Colt.45 pistol I had purchased a few days earlier back in the hotel in San Salvador. I believe it is still there.
Ahhh yes, the life of a foreign correspondent…never a dull moment. Nevertheless, I still believe I had the best job in the world, and I wouldn’t trade my career for anything.
What books have most influenced your life?
Scoop, by Evelyn Waugh; The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck; The Quiet American, Graham Greene; Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger; The Jewel in the Crown, Paul Scott; Kim, Rudyard Kipling; Huckleberry Finn, Samuel Clemons (Mark Twain); A Passage to India, E.M. Forster; Sister Carrie, Theodore Dreiser; The Naked and the Dead, Norman Mailer.
What do you do to unwind and relax?
What else? I read. I find that a good book helps me escape from my writing, which I need to do on occasion.
I have a couple, and they are both from Evelyn Waugh: “Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.” It is a line from Waugh’s book Scoop written by nature writer William Boot for the London Daily Beast just before he is mistaken for a famous foreign correspondent and sent off to the fictional African country of Ishmaelia to cover a war.
AND from Waugh’s book, Vile Bodies comes this great line: “I know very few young people, but it seems to me that they are all possessed with an almost fatal hunger for permanence.”
If it were mandatory for everyone to read three books, what books would you suggest?
Huckleberry Finn;Grapes of Wrath; Sister Carrie. Not only are these classics, but they are also beautiful stories about the human spirit, its resiliency and strength, and its deficiencies and weaknesses.
Is there ever a time when you feel like your work is truly finished and complete?
I don’t know if that ever happens. I do know that at some point, YOU MUST LET IT GO! Writing a book is a bit like rearing a child. Eventually, after you have imbued the child with as much of your worldly experience and wisdom as he or she can grasp and absorb, you have to allow your creation to encounter the world. It’s the same with books. Writers can fiddle with plots, characters, endings, and beginnings ad nauseam and never feel the book is finished. My advice–JUST FINISH THE DAMNED BOOK! Get over it and get the book out into the public domain. Readers will let you know if you have finished the book–and if they like it.
What is the biggest misconception beginning writers have about being published?
Probably that once you get a publishing contract, you are going to become a millionaire. I have published two books before Billy Battles with traditional publishers, and I am still in the hunt for my first million. The J. K. Rowling’s of the world are anomalies. However, thank God they do exist because it keeps the rest of us working our tails off in pursuit of that elusive kind of success. Now, I believe many writers write for the sheer joy we get from telling a good story–at least I do. The money is less of an incentive.
What would you like readers to gain from reading your books?
Because the Finding Billy Battles trilogy is historical fiction and is set in the 19th and early 20th Centuries, I would like readers to get a sense of the time and place of the story told in the three books. I would like them to have an appreciation of the way people lived, how they thought, and how they dealt with both adversity and triumph in a very different era. Finally, I would like readers to finish my trilogy and think to themselves: “Damn, I didn’t want that story to end!”
BOOK BLURB:
The Finding Billy Battles trilogy tells the story of a remarkable man who is born in 1860 and who dies in 1960. For decades Billy lives an improbable and staggering life of adventure, peril, transgression and redemption. Then Billy mysteriously disappears. For several decades his family has no idea where he is or what he is doing.
Finally, with his life coming to an end, Billy resurfaces in an old soldiers’ home in Leavenworth, Kansas. It is there, when he is 98 that he meets his 12-year-old great-grandson and bequeaths his journals and his other property to him — though he is not to receive them until he is much older.
Years later, the great-grandson finally reads the journals and fashions a three volume trilogy that tells of his great-grandfather’s audacious life in the old west, as well as his journeys to the Far East of the 1890s—including French Indochina and The Philippines—and finally, in the early 20th century, to Europe and Latin America where his adventures and predicaments continue. One thing readers can be sure of, wherever Billy Battles goes trouble is not far behind.
AUTHOR BIO:
Ronald E. Yates is a multi-award winning author of historical fiction and action/adventure novels, including the popular and highly-acclaimed Finding Billy Battles trilogy. His extraordinarily accurate books have captivated fans around the world who applaud his ability to blend fact and fiction.
Ron is a former foreign correspondent for the Chicago Tribune and Professor Emeritus of Journalism at the University of Illinois where he was also the Dean of the College of Media.
The Lost Years of Billy Battles is the final book in the trilogy and recently won the Independent Press Award’s 2020 Distinguished Favorites Award. In 2019 it also won Best Overall Book of the year and the Grand Prize in the Goethe Historical Fiction Category from Chanticleer International Book Awards as well as a Book Excellence Award and a New Apple Award. The second book in the trilogy, The Improbable Journeys of Billy Battles, was published in June 2016. It won the 2017 KCT International Literary Award and the New Apple Award in the Action/Adventure category. The first book in the trilogy, “Finding Billy Battles,” was published in 2014 and won a Book Excellence Award and Laramie Award from Chanticleer International Book Awards.
As a professional journalist, Ron lived and worked in Japan, Southeast Asia, and both Central and South America where he covered several history-making events including the fall of South Vietnam and Cambodia; the Tiananmen Square massacre in Beijing; and wars and revolutions in Afghanistan, the Philippines, Nicaragua, El Salvador and Guatemala, among other places. His work as a foreign correspondent earned him several awards including three Pulitzer Prize nominations.
Ron is a frequent speaker about the media, international affairs, and writing. He is a Vietnam era veteran of the U.S. Army Security Agency and lives just north of San Diego in Southern California’s wine country.
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Congratulations and best wishes to #RWISA author Harriet Hodgson, winner of the 2019 KCT International Literary Awards Contest, and author of:
Please check out her amazing writing and spread the word about her talent.
HARRIET HODGSON BIO
Rochester, Minnesota resident Harriet Hodgson has been a freelance writer for 38 years, is the author of thousands of articles, and 36 books. She has a BS from Wheelock College in Boston, an MA from the University of Minnesota, and additional graduate training.
Hodgson is a member of the Association of Health Care Journalists and the Alliance of Independent Authors (ALLi). She is a contributing writer for the Open to Hope Foundation, The Grief Toolbox, and The Caregiver Space websites. Visit www.thecaregiverspace.org/authors/hhodgson to read her articles.
Hodgson has appeared on more than 185 talk radio shows, including CBS Radio, dozens of television stations, including CNN, and dozens of blog talk radio programs. A popular guest, she has given presentations at public health, Alzheimer’s, bereavement, and caregiving conferences.
Her recent work is based on Hodgson’s 21 years as a family caregiver. She was her mother’s family caregiver for nine years, her twin grandchildren’s guardian and caregiver for seven years, and is in her fifth year as her disabled husband’s caregiver. Visit Harriet’s RRBC Author Page to find out more about this busy wife, grandmother, caregiver, and author, as well as more information on her many other books listed in the RRBC catalog.
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BOOK BLURB
If you are a grandparent raising your grandchildren, help has arrived.
According to the US Census Bureau, more than 10% of all grandparents in the nation are raising their grandkids, and the number is going up. You may be one of the millions of these grandparents and it’s a role you never expected. Willing as you are to assume this role, you have some questions. How will I find the energy for this? Is my grandchild normal? What if I “blow it?” Each day, you look for ways to make life easier.
This book will:
•Help ease your worries and guilt; •Offer tips for creating a grandfamily; •Give methods for improving grandparent-grandchild communication; •Suggest ideas for how you can connect with your grandchild’s school; •Provide child development information; •Recommend approaches to help your grandchild set goals; •Stress the importance of having fun together; •Offer ideas of how to foster your grandchild’s hopes and dreams.
So, You’re Raising Your Grandkids blends Harriet Hodgson’s wise and moving grandparenting story with recent research and findings. It shares her 21 years of caregiving experience, including seven years of raising her twin grandkids. Each chapter ends with What Works, proven tips for grandparents raising grandkids.
At the end, you’ll cheer for all the loving grandparents—including you—who are putting grandchildren first.
Another day has dawned on the Watch RWISA Write Showcase Tour. I am very happy to have you join me today and welcome author Karen Ingalls. Her amazing story follows:
JUST ONE MORE
The bright neon lights of Las Vegas did nothing to improve Jack’s self-loathing. He walked the Vegas strip with head hung down and his shoulders slumped, ignoring the people rushing past him. He was desperate as he fingered the five coins in his pocket, knowing they were the last of his money
The hot, bright sun did nothing to lift Jack’s spirits. “What am I going to do? Where should I go?” His questions went unanswered. He did not know how long he had been walking, but he soon realized how hungry he was. He stopped at the intersection looking in all directions, not knowing where he was and not caring. The crosswalk signal changed, and the crowd of laughing and drunk people, pushed him out into the street. Jack looked down as he stepped onto the curb and saw a wallet. He picked it up and looked around. The people that had once surrounded him had dispersed in different directions moving far away from him.
Jack slipped the wallet into his coat pocket and walked into the nearest casino and entered the men’s room. He went into the first open stall and with shaking hands he opened the wallet revealing a large amount of one hundred-dollar bills. “This can’t be. I must return the wallet.” He searched further and found a driver’s license for a Stephen Richardson from New York City. There were credit cards plus a family photo of a man, woman, and two young girls. “I suppose this is his family.”
“I will get hold of Mr. Richardson and tell him I found his wallet.” Jack put the wallet back in his coat and left the stall. He stood in front of the mirror looking at the unshaven face and unkempt hair. He washed his face and ran his fingers through his hair. He pulled his tie up and tucked in his shirt. “Well, I look a little better. Maybe I could use one of these bills, get a shave and haircut and have enough left over for dinner and a room for the night.” Jack reasoned that Mr. Richardson will never miss one hundred dollars out of the thousands in the wallet.
The lights of the casino were less intrusive, and the noise lifted his spirits a little. Jack walked past the slot machines and gaming tables out into a hallway. He walked past clothing stores and gift shops until he came upon a barber shop. The shave with the hot fragrant towels followed by a shampoo and haircut were what Jack’s weathered appearance needed. He hardly recognized the face in the mirror looking back at him.
“Perhaps a new shirt, slacks, and jacket would not be too expensive.” Jack reasoned that he would pay Mr. Richardson back every penny once he gets back on his feet.
The memory of his gambling habits which caused the loss of his marriage, job, and friends had faded. “I will never become that person again. I will change for the better.”
The new clothes and filling steak dinner with all the trimmings, relaxed Jack, and he confidently made his way back through the casino. The slot machines were well occupied and occasionally Jack heard the screams from a winner while the lights and sirens of the winning machine blared. “I would rather play poker than throw my money down the one-armed bandit.” He stopped at a Texas Hold ‘Em table where there was one vacant seat. “A few hands won’t hurt anything. I can play with Mr. Richardson’s money and pay him back with my winnings.”
The free drinks, the smoke, the cocktail waitresses and the sound of the cards being shuffled were magic to his ears. With each hand dealt, Jack became more determined to win the big one. He eyed each of the players trying to read their body language. On the fourth deal he opened his hand to reveal two queens. The flop showed a queen, seven, and a five. Jack made a modest bet. The dealer placed another card up which was a ten. Jack called the bet made by a player across from him. They placed the final card up revealing a seven, which gave Jack a good hand of two pairs. He raised the bet from another player and watched as other players either folded or called.
“I must have a winning hand because no one is aggressively betting,” he reasoned. “I’m all in,” he announced as he pushed all $500.00 of his chips into the middle. Players folded one after another except for the man sitting across from him. Jack tried to remain calm and put his shaking hands in his lap. The noise in the casino seemed to become louder and perspiration ran down his face.
“I’ll call.” The man turned his cards over to reveal two sevens.
“That can’t be. I had you beat.” Jack felt weak and nauseous. “Hold my place. I’ll be back.” He knelt in front of the commode and vomited up his lunch. At the sink he washed his face, straightened his tie and took another $500.00 out of the wallet. At this point he did not care and had convinced himself it was his money. “I found it. Finders, keepers.”
The evening turned to long hours. There were no windows or clocks in the casino, so Jack had no awareness of the hours slipping by in the same way the money was slipping away.
Jack’s luck and poker skills did not change. He won a few small hands, but he never recouped what he lost. He took his last $100.00 bill out of the wallet. “All I need is one good hand. Just one more.”
The big winning hand never came. Jack threw the empty wallet into a trashcan and walked out into the bright, sunny and hot day. He could not adjust his eyes to the brightness as he staggered down the street. “What am I going to do? Where should I go?”
Jack did not have one more game to play. He was found on a park bench late that night, alone, penniless, and without any life force in his body, still dressed in the new clothes.
I have encountered a couple of odd similarities between characters in my book, 2122: The Perilous Fight, and reality. Both relate to the leaders of the Arabian Caliphate in my book, and the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia in real life. I just had to share and get your comments. For context, I finished writing the story in May 2017, and obviously, the story takes place 104 years from now. Due to editing and cover design, the book was not published until October 31, 2017.
In the book, our hero, Jack Kennedy, meets and becomes friends with the Caliph of the Arabian Caliphate and his nephew. The name of the Caliph is Ahmed bin Abdul Aziz. His nephew is Mohammed bin Sultan bin Abdul Aziz. Both characters continue to help Jack through the final two books (2123: Dawn’s Early Light and 2125: Home of the Brave).
In real life, most everyone knows that Mohammed bin Salman bin Abdul Aziz became Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia in June 2017. I read a story just today that his uncle has returned to the kingdom to attempt to displace his nephew as Crown Prince. I was again shocked to learn his name is Ahmed bin Abdul Aziz.
Is that freaky or what?!? Of course, the book is 100% fiction. Also, in the story, the nephew is twelve years old and his uncle is still a young man. But the coincidence of the names blew my mind.
Hey out there in #RRBC land, how does that grab you!
Book Blurb: 13 year old TC has a secret. No one knows she possesses a supernatural power.
Can TC help her Uncle Max, an archaeologist; to unearth enough evidence to prove Ancient Egyptians visited Australia, before he’s discredited in the media by those that want the past to stay buried?
“Some would say that I have a gift, but to me it’s always been a curse. Before I changed my mind, I tugged off my gloves and whipped my head left and right, checking to see that no one was watching. I sucked in breath and steadied my nerves then thrust my hands against the stones and touched one of the cartouches. Time and place ripped away.”
An enthralling archaeological mystery, mixing the supernatural with humour and suspense.
Twitter: @WendyJayneScott
I have read one of Wendy’s books and can tell you her stories are #AWESOME.
Please check out #RRBC and the upcoming #RRBCTreatReads.
Book Blurb: Turpitude is the fourth book to A Harem Boy’s Saga, a provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society through his UK boarding school. From there, he was spirited to the Middle East to attend the Bahriji (Oasis) School in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for Harem services for the wealthy elite. It is also a love story between the young man, his ‘Big Brother,’ and his ‘Valet,’ who served as his chaperones and mentors.
This book follows the teenagers’ erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their fourth Arabian Household, the Assalamu Alaikum (Peace Be with You) Harem. There, they became confidants to a sheik, assistants to his numerous international ventures, especially that of a film production: “K?mas?tra – Lover’s Tale.” The teenagers continue to apprentice and model in a controversial photography project, “Sacred Sex in Sacred Places.”
This story is an account of the author’s experiences. Through these truths, often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnation and negativity related to sexuality, love, and personal freedom.
Twitter: @bernardfoong
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JUST ONE MORE
I have encountered a couple of odd similarities between characters in my book, 2122: The Perilous Fight, and reality. Both relate to the leaders of the Arabian Caliphate in my book, and the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia in real life. I just had to share and get your comments. For context, I finished writing the story in May 2017, and obviously, the story takes place 104 years from now. Due to editing and cover design, the book was not published until October 31, 2017.
Author, Wendy Scott
Author, Bernard Foong