Adult Male


Nonlinear Navigations: Poetry and Prose

I’m a complex person, but
here goes
nothing.
I promise
I’m not a serial killer.
I’m an introspective social
chameleon. I love
the good life. The screeching roar
of jet engines makes me
indescribably
giddy. I’m happier
than I’ve ever been. I’m ravenous
for life and have razor-sharp teeth
pointed
at the plate. I am an open
book with sticky pages
and a good
read. I’m 99 pounds
of pure
dynamite. Adult
male.

This is a found text poem using the first lines from men’s online dating profiles. The line breaks are mine, the text is copied directly from the profiles.

 

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Book « Michael Valentine: Diary of a Hitman by Reicko Antonio


Diary of a Hitman

Diary of a Hitman (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Michael Valentine: Diary of a Hitman charts the transition of the eponymous Michael Valentine from naïve Christian boy to a vicious contract killer hired by the largest crime families in the Metropolitan area and on the East Coast and, finally, a man consumed by an obsession with sex, blood and money.

After the death of his father, Michael’s life is irrevocably changed. He is forced to become the man of the house and when he accepts the offer to become a contract killer, he becomes enmeshed in a relentless cat and mouse game of power, a game where the rules are constantly changed and where the players are forced to gamble no matter what the personal cost.

via Book « Michael Valentine: Diary of a Hitman by Reicko Antonio | Hug an Author.

Vigilant Silver Fox: Holiday Survival Tip – Punt When Plans Go Astray


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Christmas pudding decorated with skimmia rather than holly. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Twas a bit more than a week before Christmas and all through the house boxes, lists, and ornaments were strewn…

 

Now I don’t know the condition of your home, but this weekend was disrupted when I torn a ligament in my leg on Friday and have been lying in bed with my leg above my heart. The doctor’s instructions:”If you want to be walking by Christmas you must keep off your leg for four to six days.” I obediently took the shot for pain. (The pain was so great I could hardly speak.) He adjusted a pair of crutches for me so I could hobble about the house. It is maddening to sit in your home, drugged, knowing that there are cookie doughs to make, gifts to wrap, cards to write, and of course a blog to write. The safest task was to write my blog.

 

via Vigilant Silver Fox: Holiday Survival Tip – Punt When Plans Go Astray.

 

 

The Joy of Writing – Mary S. Sentoza


Writing

Writing (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

When I was young, I always enjoyed writing, and in some ways I believed it was the one thing I was good at. I would let my mind drift away and experience happiness while I was seeing my thoughts expressed in written form on the page before me. I was often praised for the quality of my stories, but sometimes my parents would worry because I stayed in my bedroom and wouldn’t go anywhere until I finished what I was writing. I was always very focused and didn’t want to stop until I was done. At the time, they didn’t realize writing was my source of joy. Even though I am older now, writing continues to give me pure joy.

 

via The Joy of Writing – Mary S. Sentoza.

 

 

 

It’s Beginning to look a lot like Krismas! Kardashian Christmas Card | CURVY Magazine – Every Woman


It’s Beginning to look a lot like Krismas! Kardashian Christmas Card | CURVY Magazine – Every Woman.

Somebody that I used to know


English: The Trooper Inn Froxfield. Parts of t...

English: The Trooper Inn Froxfield. Parts of the pub date back to the early 17thC. It is thought that the pub was once used for recruiting soldiers, which might explain the name. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Do you know me ? I would love to talk to you then , because I am beginning to believe that I do not know me as well as I always thought that I did . This is a new me , that is new to me. My life and wants and desires are in flux. There are things that are so different than they were before. Then they could ever be.  I am am author but I am also a recruiter. I love recruiting. Recruiting is the first thing , other than writing that  I would do if I won the lottery and didn’t need it for money , strictly.  I never thought that I would find anything else that I loved like this.

 

 

 

50,000 Words Later: Farewell, NaNoWriMo 2013


 

 

 

 

Some of the last words on NaNoWriMo13

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A few days ago on this blog, Cheri took a look at this year’s successful National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo), the month-long event during which bloggers write a new post every day. The end of November also signaled the finish line of the the granddaddy of all writing challenges, National Novel Writing Month.

This year, 311,575 writers set out to produce a 50,000-word novel in the course of a month. A healthy chunk of those word-marathoners also keep a blog or an author’s site here on WordPress.com. In honor of their labor (and the insane amount of coffee they’ve consumed over the past 30 days), let’s take a look at some of their hard-earned wisdom from the fiction-writing trenches.

The thrill of sharing stories

NaNo projects come in all shades of the storytelling spectrum — from dark horror tales to uplifting narratives of redemption. The challenge brings together first-timers…

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Best Books 2013 — Goodreads Choice Awards


Fiction

And the Mountains Echoed

Mystery & Thriller

Inferno (Robert Langdon, #4)

Historical Fiction

Life After Life

Fantasy

The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Paranormal Fantasy

Cold Days (The Dresden Files, #14)

Romance

Lover At Last (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #11)

Horror

This book was voted for by Stephen King‘s fans when he asked would they prefer a new chapter in the ” Dark  Tower” series or a sequel to the shining. They asked for this , so he wrote them both. The only book on the list that I personally read  already , Dr Sleep is the continuation of the Torrance family story , Danny Torrance , the little boy from ” The Shining”  with some brief but memorable moments with some of our old friends , both the wonderful (Dick Hallorann makes an appearance) and the terrible ( Some of our pals from the Overlook are back to rekindle some nightmares). This is a very well written and highly anticipated book that is great as a capper of the old story and as a stand alone novel. Stephen King with acknowledged help from his son , Author Joe Hill , makes this just the right amount of creepy fun. -Brie Stoll

Doctor Sleep (The Shining, #2)

Memoir & Autobiography

I Am Malala: The Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Was Shot by the Taliban

History & Biography

Jim Henson: The Biography

Nonfiction

The Autistic Brain: Thinking Across the Spectrum

Food & Cookbooks

Tequila Mockingbird: Cocktails with a Literary Twist

Humor

Hyperbole and a Half: Unfortunate Situations, Flawed Coping Mechanisms, Mayhem, and Other Things That Happened

Graphic Novels & Comics

Beautiful Creatures: The Manga

Poetry

The Fall of Arthur

Debut Goodreads Author

Tangled (Tangled, #1)

Young Adult Fiction

Eleanor & Park

Young Adult Fantasy

Allegiant (Divergent, #3)

Middle Grade & Children’s

The House of Hades (The Heroes of Olympus, #4)

Picture Books

The Day the Crayons Quit

 

via Goodreads | Best Books 2013 — Goodreads Choice Awards.

These Dreams


Houston Police Department memorial

Houston Police Department memorial (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

When i came to Houston, I barely knew what a recruiter was.

 

Now I feel it is my calling, my life’s work that’s writing but recruiting is definitely becoming a passion of mine. The ability to give someone a better life , a better job, new opportunity well it just feels wonderful.

 

For those of you who aren’t on any of my other social networks I have a new job which in essence is my old job. I am, once again, recruiter. The job that I have, the place where I’m working and the people I’m working with have transformed me in one week. I feel so blessed, so happy, 100 percent where I should be. Where I should be! It has made all that I’ve been through this year worth it. Between this blog, my wonderful followers, my friends and family, and now professional development , I feel like my life is on track to be coming what I should have . So I’m grateful to all who have helped me, believed in me and just listens to my insanity at times.

 

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Family Snapshot


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English: Looking northwest at Collyer brothers Park on a cloudy late afternoon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She had gone to the park out of curiosity.  Here in her city, was something of legend, a mental and emotional thing that captivated people across the lines of time and here also was a place that sat in monument to that. The events were not great, they were in fact quite monstrous, but the powers that be felt that they should catalog and memorialize this thing. So she went to the little pocket park out of curiosity. Or that is what she told herself at the time.

It was collier’s park. It was the site of the infamous and famous Collyer brothers and the first massive and publicized case of extreme hoarding. The phenomena now seems to be part of everyday life for some people, spawning TV shows and jokes but then , at the first part of last century it was an oddity. People barely had enough, less on more than enough to the point of extreme excess. But here in her city was a monument to the most extreme.

She sat in the pocket park, thinking of what could have made these two men, college educated yet shiftless and unemployed, stay in this home, amassing tons of garbage and although having the money to do so, not ever paying for the simplest of “luxuries” like electricity or food. She sat there until she was roused from her reverie by a cat. He was scarred in some long ago cat battle for food to territory, having a squashed pan flat face and dirty bedraggled tail the creature was not of the cuddly kitty variety. Something about the knowing way that it looked at her gave her the creeps and she suddenly realized that she was, in fact, on the site of not just one bad death but two.  Suddenly she was in the need of hasty retreat, and a bath.

That first night she dreamed of the cat. She dreamed of it looking at her, marking her and watching. Following her all over the city, this largest of all cities, her and one cat in a battle of wills. She awoke feeling sick and scared.

“Where were you, yesterday” Emilie asked when she came to work the next day

“Collyer’s park”

After an odd little beat of time that rendered the throw away tone useless she asked “Oh, why did you go there?”

“Curious I guess”

Curiosity killed the cat, you know”

“But satisfaction brought him back,” She replied

“Yeah, pretty sure that part is bullshit” Emilie said matter of factly.

“So I guess you do not like Collyer’s?” She asked

“No, I don’t” Emilie said, though not unkindly

Still she was taken aback by the bluntness of the statement towards such an innocuous subject. “Why?

“There was something wrong with those men, something very wrong and eccentricity does not cover it. They were wealthy enough to pay off a mortgage with one check, but they lived without heat and electricity. That is not normal in any sense, and understand that this was in New York City, this wasn’t some brushy little back water where they weren’t exposed to things. These were college educated New Yorkers and they … it is just creepy. Something is just very very off on this.”

“They were just hoarders,” She protested

“That’s another thing, “Just Hoarders” is not a normal sentence either but you see, there was something very wrong with those men and I don’t know, it seems to be catching. Hell it seems to be catching fire these days. “Emilie went silent, “How much do you know about the story?”.

 

What is Sexy


I am in the beginning stages of my novel . I am enjoying the writing and it is moving forward but I have found that the first chapter is almost lurid with the detailed sexual scences and I am gaining fear that it may send the wrong message, or it may be seen as titillating for the sake of titillation.   I have decided to allow an except of the text to be viewed with the hopes that people will critique it. I am going to do a larger piece in the company of writers but since those who read this blog are my first readers I thought that I should begin here, with the people that I hope to touch in future

 

He had loved her in white. Her body in the taut fabric stretching across her body threatening to expose her naked flesh beneath. He loved her in white. She was so sexy in white, her tanned skin shone against it so well. She was wearing white everyone she came to him, she was in white when she died. The next time he saw her they had become the ruined grey of funeral vestments.

She liked to tease him, he knew that. He would watch her at the bus stop, stretching unnecessarily. He tried not to let her know that he was watching, she was in white then too, a tee shirt, with blue jeans and a bra visible through the light cotton of the shirt. The bra was the soft pink that he had come to most associate with the color of her nipples. He had seen those nipple. She had seen him passing in the backyard of her house and she had looked at him then removed her bra, she looked at him, she wanted him to see

She wanted him, she had finally told him as much one day when he was working at the store. She had entered with the gaggle of her friends, all giggling and loud girlish voices. It was odd to him that they always seemed to be yelling or giggling, or both. She had stayed behind, having manufactured some pretext or another, forgotten soda, or incorrect change.  She had come into the aisle and looked at him. She had gotten close and in her breathy little girl voice she had asked if he thought she was “hot”

He hadn’t answered, he wasn’t sure why she was doing this but he was sure that she was playing some game. Then she leaned in and said “I think you are smoking hot, I always have,” She gave him a smile of infinite slyness and sweet sexy desire and said “I want you, I don’t know why but I just do”.

She ran from the store after that, taking her place among the giggling swarm and more than likely covering for her friends having seen her talking to him by expressing that she thought he was “weird”. She had tossed her hair and walked with her friends but she had spared one glance over her shoulder, giving the store and him inside a slow, sly, sexy smile. That smile was genuine. It was all want. A week later, she had shown him her naked breasts and her nipples, the soft bubblegum Pink color of them.

 

This book is not going to be for the faint of heart or the prudish of nature but I would like to not be associated with porn.  I mean , there is definitely an aspect of this that will be fully sexual and it is about a serial killer ( did I ever say that before , not sure) but I don’t want it gore for gore sake or sex for fuck sake .

20 ways how to get more comments on your blog – Fairy Blog Mother


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English: WordPress Logo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

20 ways how to get more comments on your blog

Posted on Thursday 3 October 2013 by Alice Elliott • 16 Comments

I’ve been writing a lot about comments lately, and that’s because they are so important to blogs and their interactiveness, which is why they exist in the first place!

But in spite of this, I have omitted to give you some tips on how to get more comments on your blog, so here they are:

1. Make it easy

WordPress provide a lovely, easy-to-use comment box at the bottom of their posts, just waiting for a response. Encourage your readers by indicating above it you’d love a comment, and adapt the settings so they don’t have to register to do so. Leave instructions for commenting if you like, but not so that it undermines your readers.

via 20 ways how to get more comments on your blog – Fairy Blog Mother.

Do The Hustle…


Amy Adams at the 83rd Academy Awards

Amy Adams at the 83rd Academy Awards (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is life, good, bad and ugly in a polyester shell.  The very first scene of this movie is perfectly fitting to the rest of the film. We watch the usually gorgeous Christian Bale as a fat, balding middle-aged hustler trying desperately to fix the comb-over that he wears, even adding hair to the conglomeration of hair art to make the bald spot less noticeable.  In the end he comes out with an approximation of something that looks , not good , but not what it actually is which is , in a word, pathetic.

There is all the archetypes here, the Vamp played by Amy Adams, sexy and sweet but all hard edges too ( side bar Amy is  almost 40 and WOW her body is amazing! not the Kabam of some starlets but just overall tight and toned, I’m almost 40 and I love seeing chicks my age that look great!) and a little too street smart to be the product of anything but hard learning.  The con man is played by Christin Bale, likable and smarmy at the same time. The kind of guy you might buy a car from but when it goes south in three months you just think , ” I knew it!”. The mess. Ahhh… the mess. Jennifer Lawrence is in this role, and she is her usual all in self. The part required that she be just … awful  for lack of a better word. She is whiny , passive aggressive , she is manipulative in every way . I think that when they thought of this character the writer said ” what are all the worse traits about women? OK, now lets put them in one charterer” . She gives over to it, does all the things that someone like this person would do, and I would have slapped her a few times if I was in this movie. Would have had to.

There is no clear-cut good guy in this. Jeremy Renner plays a politician that is a good guy. He is not the good guy but he is good, yes. Bradley Cooper, almost in a return to the type of character that he played in his earlier career ( Wedding Crashers comes to mind) that is outwardly correct , as an FBI agent and inwardly dark and twisted with over reaching ambition.

In the end of this movie you feel like, I would have felt like if I had paid my usual  10 bucks  for a movie , that you got a good story. That is what the bottom line of a film should be. They start the movie off with old-fashioned looking studio insignia , like the movie was not only about the seventies but retrieved from that time. And in that same vein, the film does not rely on the things that many films do lately , special effects, a lot of noise and rocketing around in the name of action. If this film would have a movie opposite it would be ” The Fast and The Furious”. There is no flash to this movie. The people in this movie , usually beautiful are less so ( yes Amy and Jennifer look pretty but they also look human) and the casting is excellent. Christin is  paunchy and bald, Bradley is in curlers, and Even the excellent cameo by a permanent A Lister has him looking 100 .  But it all works because the movie is not about pretty , glossy people. It is about grit. If I was giving this movie a rating , which I guess I am , it would be 8 of 10.  I would recommend this movie to anyone that likes a story. If you are like me, 80 % movie nerd also , I just like to point out the following ; Batman, Katniss, Nighthawk and Lois Lane . That is just kinda cool!

American Hustle (2013)

129 min – Crime | Drama – 18 December 2013 (USA)

via American Hustle (2013) – IMDb.

Bradley Cooper at the "Whatever Works&quo...

Bradley Cooper at the “Whatever Works” Premiere, Tribeca Film Festival 2009 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)