This year I wrote 250,529 words, which consists of two books in the Cities That Eat Islands trilogy and 2/3rds of a Radicci Sisters book. I guess that’s not bad. Was hoping to finish the RS book in the summer and then now but life didn’t go that way. I’ll have to finish it after Book 3 of the trilogy in the Spring.
I hope to have 4 new books released by the end of the summer if my health and life goes well.
A few weeks before Thanksgiving I discovered I had a 1cm stone blocking my kidney. The pain was excruciating and I had to go to the hospital for a few days, then after that have a few procedures. Urinating during that month and few weeks was horrible, like someone was twisting a knife in my side.
Now, I’m pain free and what is left inside me is small. I just have to flush it. I can focus on my two root canals. Yeah, a rough end to 2018.
Sorry I haven’t kept up with this blog. It might have to do with the fiction I’m writing. I’ve been creating autistic main characters in my stories and I suppose I’ve been communicating life’s difficulties through them.
Also, the Miki Radicci Holiday sale will end at the end of the year. $1.99 novels in the series and the shorts collection, and Party Girl Crashes the Rapture. Take advantage of it.
And thanks to all those who have bought my work this year. Every little bit helps me financially. I hope to continue to entertain in 2019. 🙂
Worked on the Sandwich paperback file. 150 pages of shorts. Love how Garamond looks. Maybe I’ll have the cover ready by the end of the month.
CS has improved their template since the last time I used it or it just works better on the writing program I used. Either way, it went a lot faster and I was able to do more this time around.
Watched Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. Still a funny and risqué movie for PG that would never fly today. No way you could have an aroused, heavy, middle-aged woman straddle a man’s face at a picnic and ask, “Is this face taken?” And no, it wasn’t Elvira.
So yeah, a great movie with classic one liners in line with the best of Rodney Dangerfield’s movies about an outsider who ends up saving a town from a greater evil.
Read that this Katt Von D has been making the news because she plans to raise her child as a vegan and with no vaccinations. Now her long time customers will boycott because she won’t vaccinate her child.
First off, this is stupid in many parts.
Stupid Number One: There would never be enough boycotting that Von D would lose money to change her life principles. Case in point, the Trump boycott and the Chick-Fil-A boycott. Big business prevails because they always have their fingers in other ventures besides the main product they are pushing to help them through the lean times. And the average customer just doesn’t care.
Stupid Number Two: Von D is an idiot for raising her child a vegan. No one should push their child into doing something they don’t want to do that affects their body in such a harsh way. A child’s body goes through so many changes through the first 18 years that it needs certain vitamins and minerals and nutrients that some of them can only be obtained through meat. (Maybe I’m wrong, I’m just going by what I learned in school and from raising two kids). Yeah, I get there’s unnatural shit in meat. That’s why there is expensive meat without the shit. It’s times like this I have more respect for Protestant Christians. At least they wait for the child to be of a certain age before they baptize them. They wait until they are aware of sin. The parents wait until the child develops. But whatever. It’s stupid abuse on Von D’s, but not severe.
Stupid Number Three: Von D doesn’t want to vaccinate her child. It’s not clear if she fears autism but she does fear the chemicals in her child’s body. Apparently she doesn’t fear life-threatening diseases that can invade a child’s body and be carried over from one country to another and infect other non-vaccinated children. Or small pox, chicken pox, measles, and black plague?
But okay. That’s her choice. And there could be some secret natural vaccines out there that I don’t know about. She’s in this secret world. In this world autistic people are created by vaccines. Like me. I was once a normal little boy with wide clear eyes. I had a normal life. Vivacious. Active. Spoke clearly. Social.
Then I had the shot.
Glossy autistic eyes. Anti social. I have intense focus. Live in fantasy. I gained a super power. I became an anti-social X-Man.
Found three images to work with for the cover of A Sandwich Can’t Stop a Bullet. Each one has a human factor in it. I’ll play around with them and see which one I’ll send to the designer later.
Watched the last two parts of the Puppet Master Axis trilogy, Axis Rising and Axis Termination. Both were directed by Charles Band who did not direct part one which was done by David Decoteau.
Although both are fine directors, Band decided to add a camp edge to part two and replaced the actors to the leads in part 1. The humor was jarring and the use of the sexy SS woman who then became the puppet with the tits that shot bullets was too much camp based on the balance created in the first film.
But then the two main characters from one and two are killed in the first two minutes of part three and all seems to return to order. Darkness returns. Some scene are fucked up and the movie is pretty good in a low budget, let’s rip off Universal Pictures sort of way.
I read that Full Moon has shot another Puppet Master that takes place in a parallel universe where Toulon is a Nazi and uses the puppets for evil. That would suck. But what can you do.
Lately my hearing and smell has been very sensitive lately. Mostly my hearing to the point where I’ve been aggravated. Many noises set me off from aggravation to anger. I think I need to walk around with ear muffs or a head set in the apartment.
Saw my drug dealer yesterday. Keeping my pills the same. My depression has been leveled. I think doing this blog and vocalizing how I feel to others has helped. I know that others have no idea what I’m talking about. I live in my own world; fantasy world as the experts call it. That is the point of my brain, the disorder, the meaning of the word. No one will understand me. But I experience less depression than holding it in.
It does leave other upset and confused, but I’m not sure what I can do about that. If I’m upset and confused I search for answers. Maybe they should do the same. But that’s not how the world works. People don’t search for answers. They lay around and wait for someone else to tell them the answers. Or maybe they read the answer as a head line or a meme on the internet.
It’s frustrating and sad but I can always do something else.
More revisions on Cities That Eat Islands. Tomorrow I should be done.
Started watching Part 2 of Luc Besson’s Arthur and the Invisibles. Part 1 was pretty good, which I saw earlier this year. Part leads right into part 3 so I have that to look forward to tomorrow. So far I’m enjoying the mix of live action and animation. It plays like a family version of his other films (Fifth Element or Valarian). A lot of funny lines and stints.
D’s bully situation is somewhat getting better. Although they are not to be in contact with each other, the little monster is talking behind his back and gathering others against him.
I did some research and found out that indeed (as he brags to the girls to score cool points) he is related to a local author by the name of L. Skurnick in Jersey City. Classy. Hopefully, his father who met with school officials today, will make a difference. If not then off to the Bully Councilor. And if that doesn’t work, to the Devil herself.
The internet is still ablaze about what is racism and the Barr tweet and using it to get The View off of ABC. Although I could care less past my artistic disappointment, I just think that biological hate is a much stronger offence than ideological hate. And racist jokes from blacks to whites are funny and okay since, hey, they only been free since the 60s. They have the right to blow off a little steam and we are weird and oppressive.
Anyway. It’s been a bit confusing for me and making people really angry or really mediocre.
Wrote a few hundred pages for Cities That Eat Islands this morning. To flesh out a minor character and give the closing a bit of a pay off.
While walking around and doing errands I met Kiko who was panhandling at the drug store in front of the court house. Got to talking about movies and the theatres around Journal Square. Nice guy with some history.
Watched Cry Murder. Supposed to humorous, even funny. I didn’t find it very funny but some of the dialog was snappy. When it turned tense it caught my interest. At least the final act paid off.
Autistics have a problem with taking certain speech literally. Or slang.
For a lame example:
“Oh, it’s raining cats and dogs outside.”
We’ll go look out the window to see the cats and dogs.
Or maybe we need some direct instructions and not so vague.
“Now class. Take out the book and we’ll start the lesson.”
Teacher looks at kid with closed book on desk. “Thomas, I said open your book so we can start the lesson.”
Thomas “No you didn’t.”
“Thomas, don’t give me trouble today.”
But what I always noticed is that Neuro Typicals have a severe case of taking fantasy very literal to the case of insanity. Video games and horror movies influence violence in children. Song in lyrics are calls to violence or rape.
Really. I’m going to listen to The Ramones’ Beat on the Brat and go out and beat on the brat with a base ball bat. (I don’t need a song to do that) Or I’m going to watch a slasher film and kill people. Or I’m going to read the Bible and make people live life to my standards. Oh wait, scratch that last one. Bad example.
Granted, there are probably other psychological reasons going on for this. My diagnosis is stupidity.
Do autistics fall for such ridiculousness stated above? Not that I have ever seen. Yeah, we are into their favorite shows, movies, and cosplays. Some really want to be cops and firemen. We might dress up. But I don’t think we are so deep into that fantasy world were we lose touch with reality but we take the morals of that world and incorporate them into our reality.
Example: Do good. Help others. Fight evil, etc. Shit, even I have my own fantasy world and morals taken from books and television shows from when I was a kid. That’s the best part about being autistic.
Maybe because we don’t socialize well and the mediums of fantasy are the perfect companions. A movie is short and direct. We can start it over and stop it or rewind to a certain part. A book we can work on over time or read through in one sitting. A television show we can look forward to every week like a visiting friend. We can learn to talk through the mediums, learn about life, learn art, and magic. Learn to laugh and cry and feel. They are the perfect teacher and friend.
But many NTs see fantasy as a negative most of the time. Harmful to children or even people they consider mentally inferior. Like reality is so much fun. Is it? Is it really? Or does misery just love company?
Finished this week’s editing goal for Cities That Eat Islands. Next week is the last week on the novel.
Snuck some computer work on the store.
Celebrated my 15 year wedding anniversary with Neen. Were supposed to go to FM at Noon but turned out they didn’t open until 1PM. Considering the time limit with the kids getting out from school, we went to Barcade instead. The food was good. We had a nice time as you can see from the pictures on the right.
Been rereading Hardshell AKA Night Visions 4. A collection with Dean Koontz, Edward Bryant, and Robert McCammon. An oldy from 1987. Still pretty good. The Koontz stories are in his traditional form, but the last one is different; first person and spiritual. Perfect for short story experimentation.
Son and I got some great news from school. His teacher is getting heart surgery. He should be out for a while. I’m hoping the rest of the year. I’m shocked. I didn’t think he had a heart. Yeah, he loves his highest grade students to the point where he acts like a pedophile but that’s not the same thing.
Oh, and speaking of sick fucks getting what they deserve.