Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Just Desserts


I’m digging up some older photos today. You see, I haven’t been out of camp for a week and we don’t use cameras in-camp. And you really don’t want to see anyway.


I saw this old warehouse by the railroad in Oakdale, WA. I was immediately (don’t ask me why) reminded of the collapse of a warehouse in Bardstown, KY that cost 5,000 barrels of bourbon. Like I said, Don’t ask me why.

I have been productive, however. Just not with things you will ever see. I have a lot of fans at StoriesOnline that I’ve been neglecting. So I have a new story that I’m working on that will start posting there on June 17 called Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain. It is a Devon Layne story, which means it contains graphic sex scenes. You aren’t interested.


On the other hand, the readers at SOL are quite interested in the books of Nathan Everett and as a result, I serialized City Limits there. Unlike my paltry sales on Amazon, over 3,000 people read City Limits on SOL at the rate of a chapter each week for thirteen weeks. Over a thousand of them took the time to rate the book on a ten-point scale and resulted in an 8.17 score. Many have also commented on the book and sent me email about it. So, I’ve decided to share a few of their comments.


54woodsmith ‎7‎/‎8‎/‎2018‎ ‎3‎:‎51‎:‎14‎ ‎PM

If I could vote higher than 10, I would have.

How can you not feel for Gee...love him...as he works through the trials and tribulations set before him? How can you not feel for The Forest...love it...as it struggles to survive and gather to it those who wish to love and protect it? Was it not bittersweet to learn the Grandfather Tree must fall? Did you shout-out "Boo!" at the villains?

...tis a sad reflection on us as a race that heroes need wear their tights on the outside, and villains are revered. Oh...for the simple days...those such as the ones we have just visited. Two thumbs up to the brilliant talent that gave us this wonderfully brief pause from our harsh existence!

Palomino ‎6‎/‎28‎/‎2018‎ ‎2‎:‎39‎:‎42‎ ‎AM

Whoever voted less than a nine needs to have his head reevaluated. Those who don't like the genre or style of story telling should have the backbone to abstain from voting.

Yes, it has not a lot of sex in it. But that shouldn't be the main factor for voting anyway because there are just so many ways to describe the tab A, slot B thing. And we have plenty of that on this web site.

Yes, there are some - wide and far! - spelling issues. But that shouldn't distract from the talent, effort and energy put into the story by the author and the editors.

What I wanted to say with those many words was I was blown away by this story.

De11al

Sadly, this excellent story ended. But they all have to, someday. ... What is there to look forward to on SOL from now on?

This ending is like in so many modern TV series / movies. Offers some kind of closing as well as lots of loose ends to support another book / season / movie sequel - if producers choose to make another one. Speaking for myself, I would love to read one. Even as this ending seems a bit long on pathos and short on satisfaction. Compared to many outstanding earlier parts it pales a bit. Still, the whole story was fun and insightful to read.

Thank You for sharing this masterpiece with us. Do enjoy a happy summer 2018 - and hopefully gift us again here on SOL. All the best.

Robin‎ 7‎/‎5‎/‎2018‎ ‎12‎:‎00‎:‎21‎ ‎PM

How refreshing to find a story worthy of hardback publication. Bravo on a wonderfully intriguing plot.

It gets my vote as one of the best efforts on this site.

Regards,

Robin


So, despite lackluster sales, I am satisfied. I know who my real audience is and that they cannot or will not make a purchase, doesn’t make me unhappy. They are still willing to read. As a result, I’m starting serialization of For Money or Mayhem on SOL on June 13. I don’t write for a living, I write to live.


I’ll be signing books and talking to folks about City Limits and other writing at the Patio Party at Sun Meadow Resort on Saturday 7/14 during the Skin to the Wind Festival. Stop by and enjoy the air!

That brings me to another subject I’ve been struggling with. Who deserves what? I could become rather pissy about people reading my great literary achievements without paying for the privilege. Who do they think they are?

That was brought home in a very real way this week as some good friends were discussing a ‘freeloader’ in the park. We have a patio party each Saturday afternoon and a potluck dinner each Sunday evening. In fact, I’ll be signing books at the patio party next Saturday and will have a drawing for a give-away. At these two events, people bring appetizers or dishes to share and we gather to talk, meet new people, and socialize.

Well, one guy takes advantage of the situation. He never brings anything to either event, but he is always first in line to fill a plate that will suffice as his dinner. My friends have become increasingly upset about this. He never contributes, so he doesn’t deserve to share.

My philosophy is somewhat different. I don’t know this guy’s circumstances. For all I know these might be the only real meals he gets each week. I’m in no position to judge whether or not he deserves a share—certainly not based on whether he contributes.

I bring what I’m able to share with others. That’s my action. Most weeks, it is less than the value of what I consume. So, I suppose I am also unworthy to partake. My friends argue that I contribute, therefore it’s different. I don’t think so.

Once I make my contribution, my responsibility is over. I cannot say that because a person does not contribute or contributes less that he doesn’t deserve to partake. What then? Do I determine that the person with different political values than mine doesn’t deserve to share my food? Do I say that because of your skin color or your religion you don’t deserve to share my food? Because you are fat, smell, have an irritating voice, don’t play pickleball? MY place is to contribute what I can. It is not to determine who should benefit from my contributions. I am not the judge.

And neither are you.

Still, I find that to be the prevailing sentiment in the country. If a working employee has to be drug-tested in order to have a job and get his paycheck, then a person on welfare doesn’t deserve to receive benefits unless he’s been drug-tested, too. Immigrants don’t deserve housing and care before veterans get them. Refugees don’t deserve our shelter and protection.

I don’t care whether they deserve or don’t. My responsibility is to provide what I can.

If you are Christian, as I once was, perhaps you will recall this Bible verse.

“But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for He maketh His sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.” Matthew 5:44-45.

If God does not discriminate regarding who receives His blessings, why would those who profess to follow Him?

Me? I’m just responsible for my actions and doing what I can do. I try to make the world a better place. I’m not here to judge someone else.

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