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Help Pick the Image For My Next Book

Little work today. Played around with the three images for A Sandwich Can’t Stop A Bullet and altered them. At this time I still don’t know which one to use and plan to not make a decision until July 7th. I’m going to leave it to my readers and friends.

So if you would like to take part in it, you can check them out at my Facebook page and LIKE/LOVE the pic you think I should use for the collection of noir crime stories.

If you don’t have FB. You can leave a comment on this post. The pictures are below: one, two and three.

 

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Medical Torture For Something There Is No Cure For

Finished the edits on the collection, which is now called A Sandwich Can’t Stop a Bullet. It’s pulled from one of the shorts inside. Hopefully the title is catchy and noir enough. I still have time to change it.

Also wrote the publishing history page for the previously pubbed shorts. Just have to do some more formatting on the front matter and do the cover.

Also fixed that category matter at Nook.

Kindle flagged another titled for copyright verification. Sent them my standard letter of ownership and I guess I’ll hear back from them in a few days. Shit’s getting crazy but I guess this is how the world runs these days. I did experience the plagiarism once before.

Went to M’s moving on ceremony today. It was sweet. She was so excited to have Neen and I there. Over heard the teachers gushing over M’s reactions to us. They really love her and will miss her next year when she moves on to kindergarten.

Neurotribes continues to be an interesting. Read a chapter where a couple dealt with their son’s autism during the anti-vaccination craze. She followed the cult of D.A.N. and used strict diets and pills for her son. Some of the diets did help but most made him miserable.

They became obsessed with ridding the metals from their child’s body in order to cure him of autism. She didn’t do anything extreme but she researched many methods like chelation therapy, hugging therapy, and skull marrow massaging-something.

The parents finally came to their senses, finally saw their son’s misery and decided to put him first, when the doctor pushed for chelation, the process of filtering the mercury out of the blood even though it was at a low level.

They then turned to ABA therapy and their son learned, over time, to take care of himself and to live with his autism. They learned to accept him.

Glad that this craze is not so strong now. At least I don’t see it too much myself. I do see it from time to time online. I just can’t imagine parents doing these horrible, abusive things to their children. Medical torture for the sake of curing them of something that there is no cure for. Freaks me out.

Now I’m up to Asperger and his school for kids.

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Sweet Son of a Bitch

Thursday

More editing on The Collection and some computer work.

Watched Puppet Master: Axis of Evil again. One of the good ones in the series and the start of a trilogy. Since I picked up the other parts at the Full Moon table at the Chiller con I can break into them next week. What’s great about this one is how it takes place in 1938 during WWII and the puppets are fighting Nazis in LA. Nice little twist.

Neen and I went to M’s school that night where they were having an autism/education presentation for the parents. Little bit of what we can expect for the kids going into kindergarten and stuff we can do at home. Even though M has worked hard in therapy and school and is advanced for her age there was some good stuff we picked up to keep her moving forward.

Friday

Neen’s home for the summer on Fridays now so we went out for the afternoon. I managed to work on the Collection a bit before we left.

After collecting the kids, I did some computer work and noticed something odd. While updating files on B&N, I saw that the categories where blank or strangely outdated. Maybe when Nook transitioned to their new system last year things changed. Duh, right. I updated them when I updated the new files, but still need to go back to do the rest.

That night we then watched the Arrow edition of George Romero’s Season of the Witch. It had the extended version (Jack’s Wife) which we never saw so we of course we started that. Still looked good even through it was peppered with untreated film. Such a great movie and ahead of it’s time. A lot of fans hate it. Don’t get it, at least why it’s considered a horror film. Probably not a horror film. Not in the sense that Martin is. But it is a great film and a social statement on feminism and white suburban life.

Saturday

More editing on the Collection. Closer to the end.

Took the cats to the vet. Bill wasn’t bad. Mooey is in her senior years. 14 years old and her time now is a blessing. Sweetie had his anal glands checked. He rubs his ass across the floor every time after he shits. Nope, glands are fine. He just does it because he’s a son of a bitch and has a bad habit.

Tonight we’ll finish watching Season and maybe some extras.

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Pooped

Some how I was able to squeeze in a little work on The Collection today while M was home. A nice chunk. At this point half of the stories have been previously published or edited to death, so I’m just checking for typos or last minute grammar tweaks.

I still don’t know what to call it or when I’ll release it. It will be during the summer and it will be a crime collection.

The rest of the day I hung out with M and tried to keep her from pulling one of the cat’s tail…again. The damn cat doesn’t run away. I think she likes it.

M hasn’t gotten into the phase in a good long time. Maybe it’s been 8 months. Or a year. She’s so full of energy that she’s obviously ready to go back to school. But we’ll see how she is tomorrow.

Other than that my day has been uneventful unless cooking, cleaning, wiping butts, and picking people up with the car sounds exiting.

I’m pooped.

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