An open letter…

To the NFL, and the same also applies to MLB, and the NBA…

I really don’t know who penned this, nor do I care. It makes a lot of sense and seems to express the views of many I know. The average fan.  Many who are veterans like myself.

You graduated high school in 2011 or later. Your teenage years were a struggle.  You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your plate.  Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40 yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. 

Your best friend was just like you, except he didn’t play football. Instead of going to football practice after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.  You were recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you their school was best. While they laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend worked double shifts at Mickey Ds. College was not an option for him. On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to basic training. 

You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm, eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field, cheered on by adoring fans.  Tutors attended to your every academic need. You attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football players in the country. 

Your best friend was assigned to the 101st Airborne Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19 year-old soldiers who grew up just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American’s give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.  You went to the NFL combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day. You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work, ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million although you had never played a single down of professional  football. 

Your best friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat-tested sergeant, he will be paid $32,000 per year.  You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach.  He will ride in the back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers.  You will sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will “make it rain” in the club. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches 120 degrees.  On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans cheer and yell your name. 

For your best friend, there is little difference between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers. Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and “go to the rear” to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. 

When the National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States, he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country. 

To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to express your opinion, but we have the absolute right to boycott you.  We have tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your physical skills before what is right. But now you have gone too far. You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great country.

I encourage all like minded Americans to totally boycott the NFL.

Boycott all football telecasts; all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums.  Pass this post along to all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the American flag draped over their coffin. 

AMEN!

Not going to say…

I told you so, but…

New study reveals coronavirus likely arrived in the US around Christmas

Lauren Ancel Meyers, a professor of integrative biology and statistics and data sciences who leads the UT Austin COVID-19 Modeling Consortium, worked with her team of researchers to extrapolate the extent of the COVID-19 epidemic in Wuhan and Seattle based on retested throat swabs taken from patients who were suffering from influenza-like illnesses during January in Wuhan and during late February and early March in Seattle.

From a research paper by University of Texas, full article, HERE.

Actual research paper, HERE. Published in the Lancet E Clinical Medicine edition. Which also backs up the ‘discredited’ Stanford study back in March/April of previous swabs, HERE.

Personally, I think we in north Texas had it sweep through in late January, based on how many of the ‘listed’ symptoms we experienced, but I think we had milder cases of it. Ironically, four of us have taken numerous doses of antimalarial drugs over the years…

I’m sure the ‘they’ in the science community will be marshalling their ‘experts’ to disprove this study… Sigh…

Book promo…

First up is Supernatural Streets, an anthology from Rob Reed.\

As always, click the cover for the Amazon link.

The blurb-

Supernatural Streets brings together 14 Urban Fantasy authors to explore mysteries with a touch of Magic. The collection includes stories of psychic FBI agents, werewolf detectives, monster hunters, and an ordinary cop just trying to survive when the ritual daggers come out.

The anthology includes work by Dragon Award Finalist Declan Finn, Hugo Award nominated author Cedar Sanderson, best-selling authors Ryk E. Spoor and Julie Frost, and other fan-favorites and rising stars. 

Some good folks in this one!!!

Next up is another Familiars tale from Alma Boykin- Familiar Vows

The blurb-

From Familiars who horn in on their new mages to a quiet night with Master Saldovado and a sorceress with a single spell, nothing’s quite what it seems in this Familiar world.

Lelia and André just want a quiet wedding celebration, but his family seems determined to add excitement to things. Mike comes home to Riverton on leave and backs into an old problem. Eugene Moorehouse fixes a fence under closer supervision than he’d planned. And Martin and Chester discover that sometimes, a mage in need is a mage indeed.

Six short stories in the Familiar Tales universe.

And a damn good one too!!!

And last but not least, Peter Nealan’s next installment in the Maelstrom Rising series- Strategic Assets

The blurb-

They retook Gdansk…

…At a terrible cost for both sides.

Where and when will the next blow fall?

Winter is setting in, and Eastern Europe is hurting. Russians prowl on one side, while the European Defense Council’s forces sit on the German side of the border, strangely quiet. Matt and his team have recovered from the wounds they received in Gdansk, but as low-intensity warfare continues, the question remains:

What is the EDC waiting for?

The Triarii are sure that the same people who launched the war aren’t giving up. They’ve already killed thousands. Power is their only goal, and the EDC won’t simply leave the Americans and Poles in peace. They can’t. Too much blood has already been shed.

So, Matt and his team get a new mission.

Go deep into enemy territory and find out what is happening.

Before the next hammer blow ends the war for good…

You’ll love this next thriller in the hard-hitting military action series because the tension is as palpable as the action is brutal!

Get it now. 

And our anthology, Spotreps is still chugging along #76 in Fiction Anthologies, which isn’t bad a month after publication. It’s available, HERE.   

And remember folks, HONEST reviews make or break us starving writers, so please take a couple of minutes when you finish to drop a review. We DO appreciate them!!!

Sigh…

Fact, fiction, or conspiracy theory???

I didn’t write it and don’t know who did, but the ‘reactions’ I’m seeing are a microcosm of the current divisions in ‘thought’, and I use that term loosely…

I didn’t write this but man……… Scary.

It’s not about masks. Open your mind to the POSSIBILITY……

In 4 months, the U.S. transformed into an obedient socialist country. Government dictated what events are acceptable to attend. Violent protests that instill fear are OK but church services, family funerals and patriotic celebrations are dangerous. And you bought it without a fight.

Standing in a graduation line is a “safety hazard”. Small businesses were forced to close but crowds to support the corporate money machine at WalMart, Lowes and Home Depot are OK.

Come on. It’s “just a mask” & “safety precautions”.

How about a little hush money. Here’s $2,400 that we stole out of your pay check in the first place. Enjoy. Buy something with it. From a big corporation.

Cash is dirty. We can’t give change. There’s a coin shortage. Use your card. In 4 months, they convinced you to use a traceable card for everything.

In less than 4 months, government closed public schools then “restructured” education under the guise of “public safety”. In less than 4 months, our government demonstrated how easily people assimilate to “guidelines” that have NO scientific premise whatsoever when you are fearful.

In less than 4 months, our government successfully instilled fear in a majority of the population in America that allows them to control every aspect of your life. Including what you eat, where you go, and who you see.

And the most dangerous and terrifying part? People are not afraid of the government who removed their freedom. They’re afraid of their neighbors, family and friends.

AND THEY HATE THOSE THAT WON’T COMPLY.

It’s absolutely terrifying to me that so many people don’t question “authority”. They are willing to surrender their critical thinking skills and independence. They just… gave up without thinking. Without a fight.

Do you know what’s coming next?
“It’s just a vaccine. Come on. It’s for the greater good”.

Wait until you’re told that you can’t enter any store or business without proof of the Covid-19 vaccine. Wait until you can’t go to public events or get on a plane without proof of receiving the vaccine.

To everyone that doesn’t believe this is possible – DO YOU UNDERSTAND that government successfully dictated to people WHEN they were allowed to be outside, where they were allowed to go, and how their children would be educated in less than 4 months? And that a majority of the population followed blindly because they were told to do so.

You’re kidding yourself if you think this behavior won’t be repeated with a vaccine. Or whatever the next step is.

6 million Jews were exterminated in Germany because 97% of the population cowered to populist control. Nobody wanted to think about it. It’s easier to just ignore it.

But that couldn’t happen here, right?

There is a truly HARD break between the CovidKarens and the rest of the country, with them screaming about masks and ignoring the reality that the survival rate is 99.4% across the entire population. Much like the arguments over HCQ, the sides are split and never the twain shall meet. I’m sick and tired of the BS…

As Lawdog said, HERE, it IS tyranny… And they are revelling in their ‘power’, and dancing on the graves of the elderly that have died because of the virus, while blaming the rest of the population for ‘causing’ it…

I do my own research, and don’t just follow what is happening here in the US, I also look overseas and follow actual scientists in other countries that are collating various reports. My choice is MY choice. Your rights stop at the end of your nose. I’ll give you six feet out of courtesy. Don’t push for more.

Are we there yet???

Busy writing so you get a quote from somebody else…

Have a safe weekend and remember, don’t sweat the petty stuff and don’t pet the sweaty stuff…

YGTBSM!!!

PP got grandson’s ‘schedule’ yesterday… It’s a ‘blended’ schedule for school. This is K-5th grade…

The problem is, granddaughter is supposed to be going to her pre-K from 0900-1200…

So, either grandson or granddaughter gets to miss ‘school’ two days a week. Dunno how parents are going to cope with this with pre-teen kids. Especially if they have a lousy internet connection, and have to be logging back in every 30 minutes.

So it looks like the teachers are only working 2 days a week in school, the rest of the week from home or wherever.

Update- And PP has also apparently been given the ‘option’ of homeschooling him, but that’s yet ANOTHER program… Sigh… And it’s run by the state, so no ‘freelance’ home schooling!

Welp, now it gets interesting…

Kamala Harris is the ‘current’ VP pic for the Dems in November…

And the left is already playing the racist/sexist card on anyone that says anything negative…

One can’t help but wonder if Hidin’ Joe will even make it to November now, much less what the campaign is going to look like going forward, considering the animosity between the two during the primaries…

Thoughts about writing…

Imagination…

Or… To think or be told what to think, that is the question…

This was kicked off by a lunch with a friend and his granddaughter, aged 17. We were talking about writing and music, and I asked her if she listened to music. She’d said she watched the videos first, then put the music on her playlist. I asked her why, and her answer surprised me. She said she ‘had’ to watch the video to see how the music was supposed to be interpreted!

Now I’m an old fart, I grew up listening to baseball and football on the radio, using my imagination and the word pictures presented by the announcers to ‘fill’ the scene in. Same with music, the lyrics ‘built’ the world the music was celebrating.

Where am I going with this?

In writing, do you paint extensive word pictures of your characters, the scenes, or the environment? Or do you give a basic word picture and expect the reader to fill in those gaps with their own imagination?

As always, I don’t think there is one ‘right’ answer, but in large, I think it depends on your readership. Are they used to being spoon fed everything? Or do you make them use their own imagination?

I know I tend to write sparse scenes and descriptions, knowing my readers will fill in the blanks with their imagination, which sometimes makes for interesting situations… I once had to change a scene because one of my beta readers was rather vehement that the particular character DID NOT have a moustache! Oops… My bad…

Two examples-

Danny looked out the viewport and saw the star filled darkness staring back at him. He stepped away, shaking his head and pondering the frailness of man against the vastness of space.

Danny looked out the viewport of the space ship, seeing a panoply of stars twinkling in the blackness of space, and shivered as he pondered the frailty of man and hubris of travelling through the vastness of space.

I would tend to use the first. Less detailed example, letting the reader determine the ‘depth’ of Danny’s feelings and what other thoughts he had, screened through the lens of those reader’s experiences. That also gives them ‘ownership’ if you will, of the story.

I’ve been told I’m more of a story teller than a writer, and I’m perfectly happy with that. I try to give the reader a good story without pushing any particular agenda, but I also don’t like the ‘perfect character’ that never makes a mistake (either male or female). I also try to give the characters depth without doing a data dump on them, which doesn’t always work, as my readers have pointed out a time or three… sigh…

I also try to write so that you also have believable characters,  believable situations, and believable weapons.

I also try to get the little details right, even if it’s science fiction. It’s not hard to do basic research, and that can make a difference between a wall book and one folks will read, and maybe even read again.

But writing westerns is kicking my butt on research. And there are some rat holes that you can go down literally for HOURS! Of course, when you’re doing research, you’re not writing…

Anyway, a little bit of background on why I write like I do… For better or worse…

A dog’s life…

PP’s pups were chilling… Well, Koda was…

But Karl couldn’t leave well enough alone…

And Koda didn’t want to play even after that. So… Karl jumped her, knocking her off the dog bed.

And she just lays there… LOL She usually kicks his butt when she wants to.

A little humor…

To start the week…

I’m on two diets. I wasn’t getting enough food on one.

Apparently RSVP’ing to a wedding invitation, “Maybe next time,” isn’t 
the correct response.
 
Don’t irritate old people. The older we get the less “life in prison” 
is a deterrent.
 
Have you ever listened to someone for a minute and thought, “Their 
cornbread ain’t done in the middle.”
 
Aliens probably fly by earth and lock their doors.
 
I asked my wife if I was the only one she had been with. …… she 
said yes, all the others were nines and tens…
 
I really don’t mind getting older, but my body is taking it badly.
 
It turns out that being an adult is mostly just googling how to do stuff.
 
I miss the 90’s, when bread was still good for you and no one knew 
what kale was.
 
Do you ever get up in the morning, look in the mirror and think, “That 
can’t be accurate.”
 
I want to be 14 again and ruin my life differently. I have new ideas.
 
As I watch this generation try to rewrite our history, one thing I’m 
sure of… it will be misspelled and have no punctuation.
 
I thought getting old would take longer.
 
Confuse your doctor by putting on rubber gloves at the same time he does.

My wife asked me to take her to one of those restaurants where they 
make food right in front of you. I took her to Subway. That’s when the 
fight started!

Me: Sobbing my heart out, “I can’t see you anymore… I’m not going to 
let you hurt me again.”
Trainer: “It was one sit-up. You did one sit-up.”

I went line dancing last night. OK, it was a roadside sobriety test… same, same.