Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Should this be turned into a book?

My life has been an interesting one.  I started to write the below paragraph and was wondering if I should turn it into some kind of book. What do you think? Leave a comment below. Thanks.



From the beginning, I walked with the spirits.  You see, it is impossible to believe in God and not believe that other spirits are around.  Energy is never destroyed but only transformed.  We are pure energy.  Energy is all around us.  People try to separate the supernatural from religion and spirituality when they are one in the same.  I knew that there was a thin veil between this world and the next.  I felt the others whisk past me, lurk in the shadows, and whisper through dreams.  I knew as a child that this world was way more complicated than it seemed.  In my great grandmother’s attic and basement, I knew something lurked, craving to be seen by one who can see. Mainly me!  When I was eight years old, one came to me and stood in the living room as real as I was with a smile upon his golden face; a face of all races mixed and a yarmulke upon his head; dressed in gold trimmed garments.  He looked into my eyes.  I stared at him with juvenile curiosity, too young to understand that he wasn’t supposed to be there.  He was not a tangible entity like me. Eye to eye we locked until I broke my gaze and looked away, discomfort creeping up my spine.  I turned back to him and he was gone.  I looked away and allowed the floor heater to blow warm air up my nightgown as I contemplated my encounter. 

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Monday, November 16, 2015

Don't Give Into Media Madness!


Most of the news in America is so slanted that it is perverse.  What happened to unbiased reporting that highlighted the facts on all sides of the issue?  Now most of the news is nothing more than agenda driven edited clips whose entire purpose is to manipulate the masses.  I get so weary of watching the news, reading the news, hearing the news.  The only reason I continue is in hopes that I can discern the truth through all the mucky foolery surrounding it to understand what's really going on in the world.

It is understandable that all people have opinions and our own way of viewing things, but the job of journalism is to present all sides of an issue and report on the unadulterated truth. Why not let people draw their own conclusions and form their own opinions?  Do the powers that be think the masses are too stupid to think for themselves so they must think for them?

This morning I was listening to News Radio 106.7 in Atlanta, and they were speaking about the heinous terrorist attacks that occurred in Paris.  A Muslim person made a comment that true Islam did not represent violence and all religions had aspects of violence.  Then, a woman responded that it was untrue and no one ever heard of Presbyterians bombing (I’m paraphrasing here).  I could’ve fell out of the passenger side of my car when they allowed that to be the last word of the discussion as if the woman was making a valid point.  All I could think is, “Lady, are you kidding me?”  I am a Christian, but anyone who has ever picked up a book, read a newspaper, lived in this world knows that just about EVERY religion has been responsible for some sort violence.  Horrific acts such as trans-Atlantic slavery, colonization, the extermination of Native Americans, the Spanish Inquisitions, the Crusades, The KKK, bombing of abortion clinics are under the belt of “so called” Christianity alone.  Not to mention that Hitler was given the title Reich Bishop over a protestant sect of German Christians when he was exterminating the Jews.  And I’m sure ignorant people everywhere were high-fiving each other when that clueless woman made her dumb butt comment on the radio.

My intention is not to defame Christianity, but to point out how stupid it is to generalize an entire group over the crimes of a few and how even more stupid it is for the media to perpetuate this foolishness! 

My intention is also not to minimize the horror that was done to the people of Paris.  The terrorist should be found and exterminated so that justice can be served.  I would also like to offer my sincerest condolences to the families that suffered because the unforgivable acts of evil extremist.

Until the mass media begins to seek truth instead of agenda, I implore you to think for yourself and take everything you see, hear, and read with a grain of salt. Remember to love hard and live free. I’m out! 

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Friday, June 5, 2015

Feeling Good

                The older I get the more I learn to appreciate the small things like: seeing my children roll down a hill, laying in the grass and watching the clouds float, laughing at my mother’s off colored jokes, dancing until I hear my thighs clap, creating new literary characters, making love in the morning to the man I adore; these are the things that I have learned to appreciate.  I no longer give energy to foolery.  Life is way too short and I am determined to be happy.  All of my dreams haven’t come to fruition; yet.  I know they will.  I can feel it in my bones.  Life is full of unforeseen circumstances, but I will let the cards fall where they may and play the hand that I’m dealt like a freaking boss.  Like Nina Simone sings, “It’s a new dawn.  It’s a new day.  It’s a new life for me, and I’m feeling good!”

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Thursday, April 30, 2015

My Angry Rant Regarding Baltimore, the Media, and Racism in America



It is 2015 and America is still struggling with race relations and abuse of power.  In lieu of the latest slaying of a black man by a police officer, America is up in arms about the Baltimore riots.  Why?  Real riots (not when white people turn over cars or burn up stuff after sporting events) are the cries of people with no voices.  It is the explosion of frustration by the marginalized and oppressed.  These people are not torching police cars for fun.  They aren’t raising hell in the streets out of boredom.  They are fed up with being profiled, abused, and seeing their loved ones killed.  Am I justifying violence or damaging property? Of course not!  But we must look at the cause and the effect of the situation.  Is it fair for the media to descend upon Baltimore and highlight all the negativity, but ignore the fact that another an unarmed young black man was murdered by the police?  Is it fair for the news to keep talking about gorilla gangs with the full intention to drive the image of black people as wild monkeys in the minds of delusional whites?  Why praise a woman knocking her son upside the head for protesting when in any other circumstance the media would be calling her an unfit abusive parent?  Why not highlight the peaceful protesters, the bereaved family, or the community leaders that can shed some light on the plight of the disenfranchised people of the city?

When white people riot, it is called revolution.  When black people riot, it is called thuggery.  Contrary to popular belief, all black men aren’t thugs, uneducated slackers, deadbeat dads, or products of the penal system.  I’ve been black my whole life, and the majority of the black men I know are strong, upstanding, educated, hard working, family men.  Why can’t each man be judged for his own actions?  Why make sweeping generalizations when it comes to blacks?  Am I saying there are not bad blacks?  Of course not!  There are good and evil in every group of people.  The evil among blacks is no greater or lesser than any other group of people.  There is black on black crime, white on white crime, Asian on Asian crime, Hispanic on Hispanic crime.  This country has to stop getting drunk off of stereotypes and get sober with the truth!

What happened to liberty and justice for all?  Why are our cries muted?  Why is the media so slanted when telling our stories?  I’ll tell you why.  America is still deeply rooted in racism.  Racism is at the root of employment bias, real estate bias, mass black incarceration, and the broken educational system.  When we can be honest enough to admit that racism is a systematic problem and that America is just as racist as it was before the civil rights movement; that the spirit of Jim Crow and oppression still is alive and literally kicking, only then can real dialogue and change can occur.


(Dropping the mic and jumping off my soapbox.)

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Monday, March 23, 2015

Why you Should Establish a Writing Schedule by: Quanie Miller




Back in the day (way back. Before Facebook), I had a creative writing professor who asked the class: “How many of you have a writing schedule?” Very few of us raised our hands. A writing schedule? I mean, I watched The Young and the Restless and The Golden Girls regularly and spent a lot of time thinking about going to the gym. I knew I eventually wanted to write a novel, but actually writing? Who had time for that? But as time went on, I kept thinking about what he said and it dawned on me: how was I going to write the next New York Times bestseller if I didn’t sit my behind down and write? So, I put my big girl panties on and made the decision: I was going to establish a writing schedule. But when? I had classes during the day and after 5 pm my brain turned to mush. That only left the mornings. And if I was going to make any real progress, I needed two whole hours. It was settled: my writing time would be from 5am until 7 am, when my house was completely quiet.

I was so proud of myself! I waited for my professor after our next class and told him about my new writing schedule. “I get up at 5 in the morning!” I gushed.  He looked at me and said, “Well, even if you’re writing crap at 5 am, at least you’re still writing.”  His words went right over my head. All I knew at the time was that I was now a serious writer. A bonafide, eat it, live it, and breathe it writer. Not one of those people who walked around complaining of how they wanted to write a novel but couldn’t find the time. No, sir! I was dead serious about my craft. I would write the next Great American Novel and give litra-ture a whole new meaning. I told all of my friends and family and pretty much did everything to let the world know aside from hanging a shingle outside of my door that read, “Serious writer resides here. Inquire within.”

Fast-forward 10 years or so and here I am, still writing at 5 am. I’ve made it a priority. Even if it means going to bed early. Or waking up even when I’m tired (to combat this I usually preset my coffee pot so that if I have a hard time waking up, the smell of French Roast will lure me to the kitchen, and finally to the computer). But most of the time, I get up ready to confront whatever idea or manuscript I’m tackling at the time.

So what’s happened since I’ve established a writing schedule? Well, I’ve spent many a morning writing short stories that will never see the light of day, outlining novels that I’ll probably never write, wading through terrible ideas and even more terrible manuscripts, squinting at my computer screen (wondering how I could come up with an idea so hackneyed), frowning at my coffee cup (wishing I had just a tad more hazelnut creamer), and giving a good ole fashioned western style stare down to my computer screen before rolling up my sleeves to confront my WIP.

I’ve abandoned more novels than I’ve finished, thrown several novels out of the house, and divorced many well-meaning protagonists. But on the flip side of that, three not so bad novels, several well thought-out outlines, and many brainstorming sessions have come at 5 am. Had I not established a routine, I would probably still be twiddling my thumbs and saying, “You know, I want to write a novel. I just don’t have the time!”

So if you’re having trouble establishing a writing schedule (and finding that, every time you sit down to write, there are a host of distractions that come your way), consider this: what are your goals and how long will it take you to reach them? For instance, if you plan to write a full-length novel (80,000 words are so), decide on a deadline and stick to it. You want to give yourself 6 months? Then you’ll need to write just under 450 words a day. Doesn’t sound so bad when you break it down like that, huh? You could probably do that on your lunch break! And if you can’t devote 2 hours, try to commit to 30 minutes. You’ll be amazed at how fast your word count will add up!

Also, considering your work schedule and family obligations, when is the best time for you to write? Early mornings? Afternoon? Late at night? On your lunch break, perhaps? Pick a time and stick with it until it becomes second nature.

Can’t write every day? Commit to 3 days a week. And if you can’t do 3 days a week, be a weekend warrior. But if you’d like to write a novel, try to commit to something, even if it’s only one day a week.

What about others? Do you have a writing schedule? If not, how do you prioritize your writing? I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Author Bio
Quanie Miller grew up in New Iberia, Louisiana. She fell in love with reading at an early age and spent most of her time at the Iberia Parish Library discovering authors like R.L. Stine and Christopher Pike (she was often found walking back home from the library with a stack of books that went up to her chin). She holds degrees from Louisiana State University and San Jose State University. She has been the recipient of the James Phelan Literary Award, the Louis King Thore Scholarship, the BEA Student Scriptwriting Award, and the Vicki Hudson Emerging Writing Prize. She is the author of The New Mrs. Collins, a southern paranormal novel, and It Ain't Easy Being Jazzy, a romantic comedy. She lives in South Carolina with her husband and is currently, as always, working on another novel. To find out more about Quanie and her works in progress visit quanietalkswriting.com.

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In the small town of Carolville, Louisiana, no one knows that Adira Collins inherited mystic powers from her great grandmother. All they know is that she’s beautiful, poised, graceful, and ruthless—especially when it comes to love. And no one knows that more than Leena Williams, who was all set to marry the man of her dreams until Adira swooped into town and stole the man’s heart. 

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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

How to Turn A Woman on and Keep Her Turned on Forever


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1.       Be a man of your word.  Nothing is sexier than a man who does what he says that he is going to do.  Your word is bond.  It gives a sense of security.  Your word builds trust.  When a woman can trust you, she will open herself to you in every way.

2.       Be faithful.  When a woman knows that the relationship she shares with her spouse is sacred, there is nothing that she will withhold from him.  Her heart is free from worry, and she knows it is safe to share her body with you.

3.       Make love to her mind.  Let your words be honey sweet, intellectual, powerful, spiritual, motivational, invigorating, and prophetic.  A woman should see her man as a source of knowledge and power.  She needs to feel proud of his intellectual prowess, and he should make her feel proud of hers.

4.       Compliment her.  When I say compliment, I don’t mean generic compliments like "you look cute" or "baby you fine".  Be specific and be honest.  Tell her how great she is at her job or with the children.  Tell her how you love the way her dress hugs her hips and makes her waist look so tiny.  Tell her that she is the smartest woman you know.  Tell her that she has the sexiest smile on earth.  Tell her things that are unique to her.

Don’t tell her things that are obviously untrue.  If she has a limp, don’t tell her she walks sexy or if she has the voice of a crow, don’t tell her she sings like an angel. 

When you are specific and honest, the compliment means more.  It shows that you pay attention to her, and that you take notice of her.

5.       Foreplay.  Take time and warm her up.  Don’t just go for the prize.  Relish every part of her.  Engage in touching, kissing, hugging, and talking.  Sex is easy.  Intimacy is what most women crave.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Am I Fruitful or Fruit Cake?



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My younger brother shared a video with me of T.D. Jakes talking about the need for people to be productive.  His message was short and sweet.  He highlighted that God’s first commandment to humanity was to be fruitful.  He also pointed out that the reason there is so much discontent in the world is because they are not living their purpose , are unproductive, and are uncreative; thus, are living contrary to their nature.  Bishop Jakes left me contemplating my life. 
Am I truly being fruitful?  I know I’ve birthed three babies, but I know my contribution to humanity has to be more than blessing the world with my children.  Don’t get me wrong.  Humanity has been and will be bettered because of them, but they are individual souls who are destined to walk their own paths and find their own purpose.  My soul needs accomplishments of its own.  So I ask myself, am I productive enough?  Am I living to my fullest potential?  Am I using all the gifts that God has given me?  I ask myself these questions periodically to see if I have been on a steady path to accomplishing my objectives.  Sometimes I burst with pride when I review all my accomplishments.  At other times, I am racked with disappointment in myself because I have not reached the goals that I set by my age.  I try to remain optimistic, but sometimes it is difficult to remain on a dream trip when reality keeps slapping me awake.  I am forced to ask myself, "Am I fruitful or a fruit cake for believing in a dream that is taking so long to come to fruition?"  Whatever the case may be, I choose to push on and keep on believing that I will be everything that I said I will be.  I am the oracle of my own life, and I see visions of grand success by the creativity of my mind and the work of my own hands.  I will keep the faith and keep on keeping on, at least for today! J

Monday, July 28, 2014

My Ribs Are Showing



It seems as if I inadvertently became a starving artist.  The romantic in me has cast away the toil and troubles of conventional work.  I choose to be neither blue nor white collar.  I prefer purple.  My lot in life is to sit home and peck at my computer.  Although I may have to forget the finer things in life, like food and gas money, writing requires great sacrifice.  There is no room for little else when creativity is calling.  I am a martyr for the written word.

NOT!

Being a starving artist is utterly ridiculous.  Who says one cannot be faithful to ones art and have a career, take care of your family, and still be dedicated to art?   A talent for multitasking, a sizable amount of imagination, a gigantic amount of hard work, and a passion for your art that runs deeper than the volcanic blood that circulates through the veins of the earth are the only requirements.

Time management is paramount.  Stealing opportune moments to write is the key.  Like now, I’m writing this blog on a borrowed piece of paper on borrowed time.  Even when it seems like there isn’t an extra minute in the day, I find it because it is important to me.  My dream of informing and entertaining the world is important to me.  My dream of being a bestselling author is important to me.  We all know that when things are truly important, we make time NO MATTER WHAT!


I realize that selling 100 million books is a long shot but we all  gotta have dreams.  The amount may sound ludicrous but as William Butler Yeats said, “But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”  While I dream, I shall not be so poor so I choose to work, hustle, make due, make ends meet, keep food on my table, a roof over my head until my dreams come to fruition.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Interview with writer Kevin Tumlinson, the Wordslinger



I had the privilege of interviewing writer Kevin Tumlinson, the Wordslinger.  It was interesting indeed.  Here is what he had to say.


1. Who are you?
Some say a man displaced in time, with a hidden agenda that could lead to either humanity's salvation or its worst nightmare. Others say "that guy who talks about being pantsless all the time." I generally say, "Hi, I'm Kevin." Kevin Tumlinson — Wordslinger, Author, Marketing Smartypants. I've written professionally since I was 12 years old, so if I don't know what I'm talking about I've gotten pretty good at faking it. Probably the latter.

2. What inspires you to write?
When I was five years old I wrote a "book" — three pages on notebook paper, front and back. My stepfather loved it, and read it to the family with great fanfare and to high praise. My first taste of being "published" to an appreciative audience! 

I was hooked, and all I ever wanted was to have that feeling again and again.

 I love my audience, and they're the reason I keep coming back to the keyboard every single day. But I love the language, too. I've made a pretty good living with words, working mostly as a copywriter for most of my career. I managed to turn words into dollar signs, and that was a pretty good motivator too. The audience, though — I come back for free, if I have to, because of that group of amazing people who ask (demand!) that I keep writing. 

3. What are your goals?
Now that I'm treating my books as a business, I have strange new goals. Before, it was all about seeing my name on the spines of books lining someone's bookshelf. I still want that, but the timbre of that dream has changed. Now I want to expand my reach by producing a large body of work. I want to have the adjective "prolific" associated with my name. 

Recently I've committed to writing at a level I never thought possible. I write every day, with the goal of eventually churning out a book each month. I think that can be done, and done well. I see other writers doing it, actually, and that's very encouraging. Getting to that level will mean success for me. I feel very deeply that being a prolific fiction writer will eventually allow me to break into the "walled garden" of publishing success, as I've defined it for myself.

4. If you ruled the world, what would you change first?
I would forbid Michael Bay from making any more films that destroy all of my childhood memories. I don't think that's too much to ask. I'm a benevolent dictator. 

Beyond that, I'd implement a reform to education, world-wide, to refocus it on teaching kids how possible everything is. I've known too many adults who had no idea how much they could have done and how much they can still do with their lives. No dream is out of reach — which sounds cliche until you realize that we live in a world where you can now decide to be just about anything, like an author, and if you put in the work and learn a little bit here and there you can make that happen. 

The barriers are down. We can all walk around free now. I'd make knowledge of that fact into something that's as common as breathing for future generations.

That has influenced my fiction a great deal. I write hopeful fiction — stories in which people may struggle, but they recognize the presence of hope. People die in my stories, and people can be wicked and evil there just as in real life — all the same ups and downs and ins and outs apply. But the underlying message in everything I write is hope. It's all about people doing what they do, struggling against whatever challenges they face, with the hope that it will turn out ok.

5. What's the most important thing we should know about you? 
I want to help. 

That sounds kind of trite when I see it written on screen, but it's the absolute truth. I've spent a couple of decades focused on me, on being a success by my own definition. It was only recently, within the past two or three years, that it finally dawned on me that there are other people in the world facing the same sort of struggles I face, chasing the same sort of dreams. And all of those people could use someone to give them a bit of advice, a nudge, some encouragement.

There's a quote by Zig Ziglar that I use as a guidepost for my life now: "You can have everything you want in life if you're willing to help enough other people get what they want.​"

That's who I am now. It's what I do. I help other people, especially indie authors and publishers, as much as I can. I love writing fiction, and I want that audience to grow to unbelievable levels. But in the end, I truly believe the best way to achieve my own goals is to help other people achieve theirs.

If you think about it, that makes a great deal of sense. As I'm learning more about publishing and marketing the work, and making more contacts in the industry while discovering new resources and tools, all on behalf of someone else, I'm able to use all of that for my own work. Plus, hearing someone say, "This would have been a lot tougher without your help" is pretty cool. I could live with that, if it were the only thing I accomplished with my life.

6. How can we find your work?
My books are available with pretty much every online book retailer, for any device you can think of. But the shortcut to finding everything would be to visit my book page at www.kevintumlinson.com/books. I keep that up to day with everything I publish, with links to every format you could want. 

At the moment, I'm actually offering the first book in my "Citadel" series for free. If you go to kevintumlinson.com/freebook and sign up for my mailing list, you can download "Citadel: First Colony" at no charge. All I really ask is that you review it on Amazon! That helps a great deal.


And if you ever need help, advice, or maybe just someone to bounce an idea off of, I'm available on my site and on all the social media greats. Find me at plus.google.com/+kevinTumlinson on Google+, facebook.com/kevin.tumlinson on Facebook, and @kevintumlinson on Twitter.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Why I Write Supernatural Fiction

            The supernatural has always been a part of my life so my writing is automatically embedded with elements of a numinous nature.  The supernatural is thoroughly tied with my spirituality.  Ever since I could remember, I would look at the natural world and be in complete awe of the intricate workings of it.  I felt that I was a part of ethereal miraculous machine called life and I was a breathing, living soul.  The spirits loomed around me as I laid on the grass looking into the clouds.  I could feel the whole of myself and knew in my heart that I was a part of something invisible, indestructible, terrific, and powerful.  I knew this because I was me.  My thoughts were my own.  My mind worked differently from my siblings, my parents, my friends.  I was individual.  I was free thinking.  I danced on my toes on the hard wood floors, spinning songs with my feet and laughing lyrics in my heart.  I picked flowers because I thought they were beautiful like me.  I cried tears of fear when I first witnessed the infinity of stars twinkling.  I knew that the sky was a canvas and a new painting was waiting for me each sunset.  Poetry was in each breath I drew.  I sat at the knee of my great-grant mother listening to her ghost stories and dream divining to catch glimpses of the divine.  I saw eternity in my mother’s eyes and temporary sanctuary in my father’s arms.  All of this was not by coincidence.  It was sacred space made by something.  Something that created me and placed me in a time and space to relish it.
            I have always known that I was a part of something supernatural.  There had to be something inside this physical form that held the emotional galaxy of my being.  Creativity flowed from my fingertips as I learned to pen the dark twists of my imagination.  Fear pulsated from my bones when I learned that my dreams were not mere unconscious fancies but messages tapping into that enormous thing that connected my mortal and immortal self.
            The supernatural is a part of who I am. My words are merely a reflection on me.
            Learn more about me, my books, and my journeys through the supernatural, flights of fancy, and adventure through sci-fi/fantasy and poetry at www.violettemeier.com.