tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76627676106609133082024-03-13T01:56:21.394-07:00Looking From The Inside OutI'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you—Nobody—Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd
advertise—you know!
How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog! -Emily Dickinsonpmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.comBlogger137125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662767610660913308.post-35281382550280604992023-07-24T07:05:00.000-07:002023-07-24T07:05:16.527-07:00opus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><span ;="">Music</span><br>
<span ;="">Nature</span><br>
<span ;="">Sunlight and clouds</span><br>
<span ;="">Art</span><br>
<span ;="">Beauty</span><br>
<span ;="">These are the poet's MUSE</span><br>
<span ;="">the human's reason</span><br>
<span ;="">The soul's awareness </span><br>
<span ;="">Expression of essence </span><br>
<span ;="">An element of insight </span><br>
<span ;="">Always there</span><br>
<span ;="">Waiting waiting</span><br>
<span ;="">For awareness </span><br>
<span ;="">Step out of the dream and see</span><br>
<span ;="">Truly observe </span><br>
<span ;="">Become aware</span><br>
<span ;="">The Universe is always articulating </span><br>
<span ;="">Always guiding</span><br>
<span ;="">Whispering, Speaking, shouting</span><br>
<span ;="">We're here </span><br>
<span ;="">We've Always been here</span><br>
<span ;="">Awaken to your magnificent </span><br>
<span ;="">It's not what you see</span><br>
<span ;="">It's what you know to be</span><br>
<span ;="">We're living the life we manifested.</span><br>
<span ;="">Working with the universal force</span><br>
<span ;="">Instead of through fear</span><br>
<span ;="">Imagine what we can create</span><br>
<span ;="">The spawn of a mastermind </span><br>
<span ;=""> a composer of a magnificent opus</span><br>
<span ;="">It is our birthright </span><br>
<span ;="">Our true legacy </span><br>
<!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_230714_114816_549.sdocx-->pmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662767610660913308.post-27990990975837431002023-07-24T07:04:00.000-07:002023-07-24T07:04:33.230-07:00Infinity the real story<p></p><p>The Universe reminisced. Its creation was quite lovely. However, some of my creations think they are alone. This is quite strange indeed. </p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>No one can be alone. Can a tree be alone in the forest? I think not. Is the Earth alone in this vast universe? Certainly not! So how can a soul, a human being with thoughts and feelings be alone? When I say alone, I mean that many humans believe their species are finite and a result of natural evolution. No one made them and there is no invisible being in which to send their pleas to. They believe they must be completely self sufficient. On the surface, that is absolutely sufficient. Surely, they are the masters of their own destinies. In fact, they are indeed. Yet, that does not invalidate the the possibility of another being in this beautiful existence. </p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>So, the Universe smiles contentedly knowing it doesn't matter if the vastness of itself believes in its origins or not. But what does matter is that it's whole lives in harmony together towards a common goal. That goal unites itself in a loving embrace. </p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>So bee. And 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pmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662767610660913308.post-66776650470400714332019-01-18T11:20:00.005-08:002019-01-18T11:28:14.842-08:00The Beginning<a href="https://www.jpl.nasa.gov/spaceimages/images/largesize/PIA18794_hires.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="https://www.jpl.nasa.gov/spaceimages/images/largesize/PIA18794_hires.jpg" border="0" class="overflowingVertical" height="393" src="https://www.jpl.nasa.gov/spaceimages/images/largesize/PIA18794_hires.jpg" width="400" /></a> The Universe was just fine, very fine indeed. After awhile the Universe felt creative. It started small at first, a pretty rainbow of colors massed together and some melodies. The Universe felt very pleased with these creations. But, one thing leads to another, as it always does. Let's go bigger and try new things, the Universe thought. As pleasing as this was, something was missing. The Universe decided to created a companion to create alongside her. Now, the Universe was neither female nor male, but for the sake of the story, we shall use the feminine, mother noun. It's as good as any.<br />
Who am I, you may ask? Just one of the Universe's creations telling the story of how it all began.<br />
The companion, the Universe created, was just like the creator and why not? The creator used it's own self to create the companion. So, what could make the companion different? Yes, the Universe thought, I shall give my companion complete autonomy. This way my friend can be her own self, more or less. Together, the two friends went on an artistic spree. Oh what fun they had! Eventually there were many, many more friends and many more places for the new friends to create. The Universe felt so fulfilled.<br />
Then, something happened that the Universe didn't expect. A dark patch in the fabric of creation appeared. Upon further inspection the Universe discovered that not every creation was beautiful or filled with light. In fact, some of the friends forgot where they were from. They forgot that they could be happy and have dream filled worlds of wonder. They created illusions of separation where they had to do things to get things. They believed that problems existed and solutions were difficult or non existent. This confused the Universe. Why would they choose to feel bad when it isn't necessary at all? Some friends reached the darkest of worlds and finally sought the light because they felt they had nothing left. Some, just disappeared into the abyss. This made the Universe sad. However, as things tend to do, the cycle eventually spiraled back on to itself and everything started anew.<br />
The Universe decided that the next time she would be careful with her new first friend. But, again, she gave her new friend free will because that was less lonely. And again, the spiral began. But, the Universe realized, slowly and gradually, the spiral began to brighten with each cycle. The Universe, sighed and felt satisfied. She realized that, in the end, we will all find our way back. When that happens, it will be a very beautiful Universe indeed. So, the Universe decided to carry on and take comfort that the light will brighten and grow as long as she creates and does not remain complacent. <br />
pmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662767610660913308.post-31745671273455432162018-11-06T11:59:00.001-08:002018-11-06T19:19:04.419-08:00InspirationI am picking up this blog again because I need to. I get ideas, dreams and...yes...voices impressing wonderful information onto me. No, I'm not crazy. I mean there are tons of books out there from people who hear things from beyond themselves. Regardless, I feel the need to unload as inspiration hits.<br />
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Here is the latest:<br />
You cannot bypass the system. You can understand how it works. You can have faith in it. For example, there are biological systems that correspond withe with mental and emotional states. You cannot force biology with drugs and supplements to do what you can do naturally. Dietary needs are obviously important but they are not the end all. Drugs are like wearing a mask. Until you change the source, nothing will be permanent or truly genuine. Illness is the manifestation of inner problems. Clear the inner discord and heal the illness. No matter what, never feel guilty or depressed over it all, just understand how it is and accept the Universe's love and be free.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSFTSW6dH0TQS9f25CXj4GfWMosH5jv7Sy1rs00JfAlt6Hfrs9sRJaYEA14AQhbiEgh_2MwsvstW7zeTTDcG_KWIBanF5rdsax3g2yI9KnWfAA3OtNcxrlcLG1rci1dByx12LB684iLM/s1600/639396b46602f14f87b8d70632b44a13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="849" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSFTSW6dH0TQS9f25CXj4GfWMosH5jv7Sy1rs00JfAlt6Hfrs9sRJaYEA14AQhbiEgh_2MwsvstW7zeTTDcG_KWIBanF5rdsax3g2yI9KnWfAA3OtNcxrlcLG1rci1dByx12LB684iLM/s320/639396b46602f14f87b8d70632b44a13.jpg" width="271" /></a>Time is the test of faith. What you see is what you created long ago. For true vision, let go of all the rules society has ingrained into you. Follow your heart. The part of you that is connected to the Universe knows. for it is driven by unconditional love.<br />
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You must forgive the world and yourself. These grievances are anchors to something unreal. Otherwise, you can never truly be free.<br />
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Always remember, never pray for what you want. Doing this tells the Universe that you don't have it. Instead, thank the Universe for having received it. By doing so you are acknowledging the gift of miracle.<br />
Visualize the desire as if you already had it. Feel how it feels to have it. Make it a virtual reality experience in your mind's eye.<br />
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Be ever thankful every day. Your desires are your inheritance from God. Remember that you will meet what you put out so keep living and loving unconditionally for all.<br />
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Take care and see you next time. 🏡🗿<br />
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..pmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662767610660913308.post-71437755756950630982016-05-17T08:28:00.000-07:002016-05-17T08:34:28.567-07:00A walk in the moonlight.<br />
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The latest Wormhole Adventures book is out now. In this book, the children meet Charles Dickens. Charles Dickens shares many interesting facts about his life and books. They learn more about Barnaby and Dickens' other ravens. Dickens had a great affection for his pets, especially his ravens. Charles Dickens left a great legacy of literature. His tales of struggle and ultimate triumph stand the test of time. The human frailties and emotions within his tales haven't changed over the years. The human condition will always be challenged. That is one thing that will never change. Through Dickens stories we can follow along one individual's path to enlightenment. Join Barnaby the raven and his three young friends as they discover a new and fascinating world.
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The world is a busy place full of busy people. I am no exception. Yet, I must take time out to let you know that my second installment in The Wormhole Adventures is out. The Wormhole Adventures is a children's chapter book series. It is intended to weave factual information into an adventure in order to educate and entertain. I've been told by parents who truly understand how young kids learn that they dislike children's books that talk down to their kids. I raised my children as if they were capable of learning anything. I never once treated them as if they couldn't understand. I refused to baby talk to them when they were babies. I read them stories that were considered too advanced. Kids have an innate learning ability. It is hard wired into their brains. I don't know too many older people who can learn an entire language in two years. Our educational system fails our children by teaching them as if they weren't smart. The Montessori schools are excellent, however. They understand how kids learn and teach visually and above their age level. My son went to Montessori at the age of three. He was there for three years. He came out with the knowledge to count to a thousand, read simple books, recognize classic masterpieces, play chess, set a table, and so much more. Today he is 16 and scored 100% on his math level II SATs, has been offered full scholarships, won state level chess awards and was offered to skip two grades at the age of 12. He is very happy and loves to learn. I always shared in his excitement of learning. He loves video games too. So, he is very well rounded. I firmly believe that children just need to be exposed to information in order to learn it. If you're teaching them how to count to 10 over and over again, that's what they'll learn. If you just read simple picture books to them, then they will be at that level. Just because you don't think they understand doesn't mean they don't. Just watch very young children and you will see that they are experts at observation and mimicry. They learn by watching and tend to do very well at repeating processes they see.<br />
My books will offer higher level information in an elementary school format. There are some parents that believe some of the information is too complicated for younger children. However, I've never met a kid who says this. They will usually store any information they don't understand for later. Eventually, through further reading or exposure to similar knowledge they will put the pieces together. I've seen this over and over again.<br />
Naturally, there are kids who have trouble learning. Even they should be exposed to information in any way they can absorb it. Even if they are slow at learning due to behavioral issues, that shouldn't stop you from reading to them or buying educational videos. All children need to learn about the world they live in. Some kids may learn better by going on activities or doing experiments. Information is the greatest gift you can give your child. So, if you want to raise smart kids, who love to learn, give them the knowledge they need and desire. You won't regret it, I promise. pmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662767610660913308.post-11261153417668854622014-03-20T18:47:00.001-07:002019-01-18T11:21:05.908-08:00pmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662767610660913308.post-14703621125703869632013-09-26T07:27:00.000-07:002013-09-26T07:43:51.433-07:00Cluttered Walls and random minds. I was looking at my son's room the other day. I guess I was in a retrospective mood. I realized that every inch of wall space was utilized. His walls were completely covered with posters, clocks, a mirror and his own artwork. My grown daughter had her own cluttered walls when she lived at home. I realized that the walls seemed to correlate to the types of people they are. They are thinkers. They like to read. They like to discuss matters of importance rather than gossip. I confess, alas, that I am the same way. My children are still their own, unique selves. We don't always agree on the same things. However, we do enjoy a deep, mind bending subject. I wonder, if only to myself, if a cluttered wall somehow correlates to a strong, intelligent personality? I've noticed that the mark of a great mind is usually paved by clutter. Clutter is vastly different than a trashy space. What I mean by clutter is the type of space filled with enigmas, art and books. Art can be anything from a movie poster to a Van Gogh reproduction. This is a space which accommodates visually pleasing and diverse eye candy. An area to write, read, listen to music or watch a great documentary. A mind that craves knowledge usually can't hold it all in. It spills out among its living space.<br />
I marvel at the home with vacant walls. I am aghast at the home with nary a book. I cannot fathom a home that lacks music. Conversely, those same inhabitants would probably be taken aback by my choice of surroundings. I wonder if those with bare walls tend to be followers rather than one who beats his own drum? I do know of a home like this. The inhabitants do tend to follow what is popular. They do not like books and tend to follow the status quo. They are quite "normal" by society's terms. At the same time, these types of people do not leave behind great art or words of wisdom. They cannot quote an obscure movie and list mind blowing books. They fall on extreme sides from being too gullible or too pessimistic. I also believe that they live more stressful lives. It isn't easy being normal. Society will tell you a completely different story. I do believe society lies. From my point of view, the more stressed out people are those trying to be normal. <br />
On the other hand, those unique individuals who do not care who they please or don't please tend to be more laid back. They just live their passions. They understand that life is nothing but a medley of diverging paths. They do not stroke against the tide of diversity. No, they flow right along and marvel at each experience to the fullest. They delight in a great new read or work of art. They relish music in a way that only they can understand. To this end, I celebrate the chaos of the cluttered home. I laud the potpourri of wonders corralled into the four walls we call home.<br />
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Below: Author Rudyard Kipling's home<br />
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Below: William Buckley, author and commentator:<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Told After Supper<br />By Jerome K. Jerome<br />Published in 1891<br /><br />Teddy Biffles' Story (Johnson and Emily; or, the Faithful Ghost)<br />Teddy Biffles told the first story, I will let him repeat it here in his own words.<br /><br />(Do not ask me how it is that I recollect his own exact words-- whether I took them down in shorthand at the time, or whether he had the story written out, and handed me the MS. afterwards for publication in this book, because I should not tell you if you did. It is a trade secret.)<br /><br />Biffles called his story - JOHNSON AND EMILY<br /> OR<br /> THE FAITHFUL GHOST<br /> (Teddy Biffles' Story)<br /><br />I was little more than a lad when I first met with Johnson. I was home for the Christmas holidays, and, it being Christmas Eve, I had been allowed to sit up very late. On opening the door of my little bedroom, to go in, I found myself face to face with Johnson, who was coming out. It passed through me, and uttering a long low wail of misery, disappeared out of the staircase window.<br /><br />I was startled for the moment--I was only a schoolboy at the time, and had never seen a ghost before,--and felt a little nervous about going to bed. But, on reflection, I remembered that it was only sinful people that spirits could do any harm to, and so tucked myself up, and went to sleep.<br /><br />In the morning I told the Pater what I had seen.<br /><br />"Oh yes, that was old Johnson," he answered. "Don't you be frightened of that; he lives here." And then he told me the poor thing's history.<br /><br />It seemed that Johnson, when it was alive, had loved, in early life, the daughter of a former lessee of our house, a very beautiful girl, whose Christian name had been Emily. Father did not know her other name.<br /><br />Johnson was too poor to marry the girl, so he kissed her good-bye, told her he would soon be back, and went off to Australia to make his fortune.<br /><br />But Australia was not then what it became later on. Travellers through the bush were few and far between in those early days; and, even when one was caught, the portable property found upon the body was often of hardly sufficiently negotiable value to pay the simple funeral expenses rendered necessary. So that it took Johnson nearly twenty years to make his fortune.<br /><br />The self-imposed task was accomplished at last, however, and then, having successfully eluded the police, and got clear out of the Colony, he returned to England, full of hope and joy, to claim his bride.<br /><br />He reached the house to find it silent and deserted. All that the neighbours could tell him was that, soon after his own departure, the family had, on one foggy night, unostentatiously disappeared, and that nobody had ever seen or heard anything of them since, although the landlord and most of the local tradesmen had made searching inquiries.<br /><br />Poor Johnson, frenzied with grief, sought his lost love all over the world. But he never found her, and, after years of fruitless effort, he returned to end his lonely life in the very house where, in the happy bygone days, he and his beloved Emily had passed so many blissful hours.<br /><br />He had lived there quite alone, wandering about the empty rooms, weeping and calling to his Emily to come back to him; and when the poor old fellow died, his ghost still kept the business on.<br /><br />It was there, the Pater said, when he took the house, and the agent had knocked ten pounds a year off the rent in consequence.<br /><br />After that, I was continually meeting Johnson about the place at all times of the night, and so, indeed, were we all. We used to walk round it and stand aside to let it pass, at first; but, when we grew at home with it, and there seemed no necessity for so much ceremony, we used to walk straight through it. You could not say it was ever much in the way.<br /><br />It was a gentle, harmless, old ghost, too, and we all felt very sorry for it, and pitied it. The women folk, indeed, made quite a pet of it, for a while. Its faithfulness touched them so.<br /><br />But as time went on, it grew to be a bit a bore. You see it was full of sadness. There was nothing cheerful or genial about it. You felt sorry for it, but it irritated you. It would sit on the stairs and cry for hours at a stretch; and, whenever we woke up in the night, one was sure to hear it pottering about the passages and in and out of the different rooms, moaning and sighing, so that we could not get to sleep again very easily. And when we had a party on, it would come and sit outside the drawing-room door, and sob all the time. It did not do anybody any harm exactly, but it cast a gloom over the whole affair.<br /><br />"Oh, I'm getting sick of this old fool," said the Pater, one evening (the Dad can be very blunt, when he is put out, as you know), after Johnson had been more of a nuisance than usual, and had spoiled a good game of whist, by sitting up the chimney and groaning, till nobody knew what were trumps or what suit had been led, even. "We shall have to get rid of him, somehow or other. I wish I knew how to do it."<br /><br />"Well," said the Mater, "depend upon it, you'll never see the last of him until he's found Emily's grave. That's what he is after. You find Emily's grave, and put him on to that, and he'll stop there. That's the only thing to do. You mark my words."<br /><br />The idea seemed reasonable, but the difficulty in the way was that we none of us knew where Emily's grave was any more than the ghost of Johnson himself did. The Governor suggested palming off some other Emily's grave upon the poor thing, but, as luck would have it, there did not seem to have been an Emily of any sort buried anywhere for miles round. I never came across a neighbourhood so utterly destitute of dead Emilies.<br /><br />I thought for a bit, and then I hazarded a suggestion myself.<br /><br />"Couldn't we fake up something for the old chap?" I queried. "He seems a simple-minded old sort. He might take it in. Anyhow, we could but try."<br /><br />"By Jove, so we will," exclaimed my father; and the very next morning we had the workmen in, and fixed up a little mound at the bottom of the orchard with a tombstone over it, bearing the following inscription:-<br /><br /> SACRED<br /> TO THE MEMORY OF<br /> EMILY<br /> HER LAST WORDS WERE -<br /> "TELL JOHNSON I LOVE HIM"<br /><br />"That ought to fetch him," mused the Dad as he surveyed the work when finished. "I am sure I hope it does."<br /><br />It did!<br /><br />We lured him down there that very night; and--well, there, it was one of the most pathetic things I have ever seen, the way Johnson sprang upon that tombstone and wept. Dad and old Squibbins, the gardener, cried like children when they saw it.<br /><br />Johnson has never troubled us any more in the house since then. It spends every night now, sobbing on the grave, and seems quite happy.<br /><br />"There still?" Oh yes. I'll take you fellows down and show you it, next time you come to our place: 10 p.m. to 4 a.m. are its general hours, 10 to 2 on Saturdays.</span></b><div style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
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I've been busy finishing the edits on my latest book, vacationing and working. I've been catching up on the original Doctor Who shows from my youth. (I have all 26 seasons and specials) while I wait for series 7. The Sci Fi/Horror Convention in Louisville, KY was a lot of fun. I met the fifth Doctor and many other celebrities. I am a fan of sci fi, silly humor and most things geeky. I also love the Classics...art, literature, music... I hope to have my European vacation before too long. I watched Craig Ferguson's week in Scotland, which was interesting. He traveled by Tardis from the States, since he is a Doctor Who fan. I bet he wished he could actually have done that.<br />
So, I'm checking in with the cyber world as I toil away on my (top secret) projects and finish my current ones. Now I must return to the dimension of time and space where reality is a bit askew. <br />
Ipmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662767610660913308.post-67990949551791843142012-06-13T11:30:00.002-07:002012-06-13T11:37:00.820-07:00Living Day by Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqgoXxOtZRBKr_eXn9t8jMAcfJZtQ9zxxbVsFovf-hxaQEtfvkyseleZd6ruHh-RU7uS2_Jovn2oWnNleSN4MXRIgazR8frNjY8jKJfrsuwE7JOdJI94SejLRUUrarmlie4yEPoYo4qn8/s1600/Authonomy_Avatar_1009200816410927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqgoXxOtZRBKr_eXn9t8jMAcfJZtQ9zxxbVsFovf-hxaQEtfvkyseleZd6ruHh-RU7uS2_Jovn2oWnNleSN4MXRIgazR8frNjY8jKJfrsuwE7JOdJI94SejLRUUrarmlie4yEPoYo4qn8/s1600/Authonomy_Avatar_1009200816410927.jpg" /></a><b style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Why is it that tortured souls sometimes make great authors? Anything that is intensely felt, transfers itself eloquently to the written word. The feelings, some good, some bad, can be so intense that the individual must purge the emotions via pen and paper (or database). The result can be cathartic to the writer and fascinating to the reader. Edgar Allen Poe, H.P. Lovecraft, Ernest Hemingway, and Oscar Wilde all use their writing as a way to release their inner soul. They felt and lived deeply. If an author doesn't have a cause, passion or deep thought, most likely the author will not sell very many books. In order to convey emotion, one must feel it. I don't think Stephen King felt the horror that he portrays necessarily, but he does have a passion. He's written editorials and given his opinions on a myriad of social inequities in society. He can connect to his stories because he connects to the world in some way.</b><br />
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<b>Major writing, editing and other projects have been keeping me from updating my blog. I have been doing tons of reading. Reading helps me become a better writer and it relaxes me. Recently, I've been reading books about Oscar Wilde, written by his son Vyvyan Holland. I've also been reading Oscar Wilde's life in letters, edited by his grandson, Merlin Holland. They are wonderful and insightful. It gives the reader a unique perspective on Wilde's life, ideas and passions. He was a very intelligent and talented man who was definitely ahead of his time. Its sad that his sexual orientation is all that people tend to mention when referring to Wilde. His grandson, who was recently present <span style="background-color: black;">at</span><span style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"> th</span><span style="background-color: black; color: yellow;">e </span><a href="http://www.smh.com.au/travel/travel-news/too-many-kisses-oscar-wildes-tomb-protected-20111201-1o7u0.html" style="background-color: black; color: yellow;" target="_blank">re-dedication of Oscar Wilde's tomb</a><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: yellow;">, sa</span>id </span><span style="background-color: black;">that his private life should be just that, private and a small part of who he was. The tomb was surrounded by plexiglass in order to protect it from too many kisses. In today's world, his private life wouldn't have made much of a difference. Yet, in the strict Victorian world, it was his downfall. It was a sad end to a brilliant mind. I highly recommend these books. Some are out of print and can be found on ebay from time to time. Walking to the beat of a different drum requires bravery, determination and intelligence. </span><span style="background-color: black;">Oscar Wilde had all three and then some. Also available is the film "Wilde" starring Stephen Frye.</span></b> </div>
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I met other authors on the list. I made contact with an agent and met tons of new readers. Hopefully the new contacts will mean future books sales. Regardless, it was a learning experience. Obviously you wouldn't want to give away new books. This book, however, has been out long enough to merit a free give away. Also, the second book in the series will be out soon and I wanted to introduce the public to the story line. The one thing I've learned about the whole literary business is to never give up. That is, assuming, it is your passion. Whatever it is that makes life worth living, follow it. Because that's what its all about, isn't it? Living life to the fullest and following your passions.pmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662767610660913308.post-89189978038786770382012-03-29T10:01:00.000-07:002012-03-29T10:01:42.468-07:00Free book this weekend!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Wormhole-Adventures-Relative-ebook/dp/B002CMLDU0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1333031413&sr=1-1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3T-BGEYgLQCYHR7gnYsynWEuT3hOssphTz9VWTNP2JZAZJtM6Ocn7G-dmJu9ITusOg39KcRQfA2rE2DTDq7tCX4MP1P6DV3YSaA8vV6qpxIHzPXJ_X-wXGEMFQHWhS98rvtp8TUskjSA/s200/officialCover.jpg" width="132" /> The Wormhole Adventures</a></div>If you don't have a kindle, don't fret. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html?ie=UTF8&docId=1000426311&tag=googhydr-20&hvadid=7442400567&ref=pd_sl_6g97entshf_b" target="_blank">Here's the free kindle PC app</a>. Amazon offers many free classic books since they're public domain. I love Charles Dickens, Jane Austin, Oscar Wilde, just to name a few. They also offer many free promotional books. Authors do this in order to get people to read their book. This weekend only, my book <u>The Wormhole Adventures: Travel Is Relative</u> will be available free for the kindle! Yes, that's right, free! It is a special promotion since the sequel will be coming out soon. So check it out before April 1st. You can't go wrong with free.pmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662767610660913308.post-85920122086115472862012-03-01T11:26:00.001-08:002012-03-01T11:27:33.047-08:00A New Chapter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiovF9jawCW_5j5SBz8e7Q4o3WXXp88g1nbyDnv4m4gk0W5UdME4WxVTxZjMjD41ymc3115SzRFgfdPEHVUqPEl-J4TfG9YERAeZqNghseNGv9I02JTymlRnbyweVep8uHa9KcgjdAdQS0/s1600/wormholebook32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiovF9jawCW_5j5SBz8e7Q4o3WXXp88g1nbyDnv4m4gk0W5UdME4WxVTxZjMjD41ymc3115SzRFgfdPEHVUqPEl-J4TfG9YERAeZqNghseNGv9I02JTymlRnbyweVep8uHa9KcgjdAdQS0/s200/wormholebook32.jpg" width="155" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiovF9jawCW_5j5SBz8e7Q4o3WXXp88g1nbyDnv4m4gk0W5UdME4WxVTxZjMjD41ymc3115SzRFgfdPEHVUqPEl-J4TfG9YERAeZqNghseNGv9I02JTymlRnbyweVep8uHa9KcgjdAdQS0/s1600/wormholebook32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>I've just come from the aether where thoughts, writing and ideas take over. I've been seriously writing, editing and creating. Sometimes a person needs to dive into many projects all at once. The inspiration kept tugging at me until it finally engulfed my very being. I have been driven to finish long forgotten projects and start new ones. Anyone who has ever had a passion about something understands what I'm talking about. Its like the outside world disappears and all that you see is your object of desire. You can no longer function until you release all of your creative energy into your obsession. I feel free and clear now that I've allowed myself a sabbatical. I'm ready to face the literary world head on. I truly believe that there is a "soul agent/ publisher" out there for me. I am fortunate that my first book continues to sell well. I've always known that there was a market for truly educational children's books. So many of these types of books gloss over information and sometimes even misinform. My second book in the Wormhole series is complete. I need to find a new publisher for a myriad of reasons and shall leave no stone unturned. My Allegory novel is complete as well. It is like a weight has lifted off my shoulders.<br />
So here's to following the road of inspiration in all its glorious forms.pmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662767610660913308.post-53634104777529680102011-11-05T07:33:00.001-07:002019-01-18T11:21:06.900-08:00Absence makes the heart grow fonderIts been a while. I've been keeping my moments full of activity. Writing and promoting takes time, of which we all have very little to spare.pmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662767610660913308.post-59128525376358602332011-04-11T08:30:00.000-07:002011-04-11T16:54:04.247-07:00A World of Dreams<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXhhTGsbm6xMu-y0VdcXuS8-tKuKCA4JVC8XSSd2KCQviJ-picrUxhsjxjJZmavuTwI6C7RxGMU4njT-m7ZkZyAoObpCFMaiLXY4zF-MZVMrQ6NQ0TzWjprICH1qWpOI1ZmRYilUza8U/s1600/126841320_c222f48dd8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXhhTGsbm6xMu-y0VdcXuS8-tKuKCA4JVC8XSSd2KCQviJ-picrUxhsjxjJZmavuTwI6C7RxGMU4njT-m7ZkZyAoObpCFMaiLXY4zF-MZVMrQ6NQ0TzWjprICH1qWpOI1ZmRYilUza8U/s200/126841320_c222f48dd8.jpg" width="200" /></a>Kids are prompted to follow their dreams. Yet, sometimes, when they do they are ridiculed. One case in point is the Rebecca Black phenomenon. Her mother bought her a music video. She made it and posted it on You Tube. The rest, as they say, is history. Being hailed as the worst video in history, Ms. Black has had to endure countless taunts. NPR has covered the follow up to her<a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/monkeysee/2011/03/18/134652534/ridiculed-youtube-singer-rebecca-black-grabs-a-mountain-of-bull-by-the-horns"> fame here.</a> I think they cover it well. She is just a 13 year old girl. Fortunately she is a mature 13 year old. She is holding her head high and not succumbing to the jeers. <br />
I can't imagine if I would have been able to handle it as well at that age. I have to say, honestly, I've seen worst videos. We had a record, back in the 60's which was absolutely horrible. It was by a girl named Brenda Holly. It seems that this young girl's parents paid for her to make a record.It was made locally and distributed far and wide. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JY0D2sDFSz0">Someone put one of her songs on You Tube</a>. She must have made several songs because the one I heard was much worse. I can't imagine what would have become of her had You Tube been around in the 60's.<br />
I started writing stories when I was very young. Thank goodness no one posted them on the internet. If the internet had existed back then, I'm sure my older brother would have posted my stories. Suffice it to say, they weren't very good. They were corny and tripe and, well, the product of a youthful imagination. Young people have dreams. Sometimes they grow and change their minds. Meanwhile, they leave a trail of leftover drawings, essays, songs, etc. That's how life works. We dream, we love, we evolve. When we really love something, we will learn about it. We will sharpen our skills through trial and error. Anyone who feels the urge to attack someone who is just trying to follow a chosen path, should take a hard look at themselves. If you don't like something, then don't read, listen or look at it. If it isn't good, then it will go away on its own. I'm not talking about sought out constructive criticism. I'm talking about personal attacks and taunts. Usually, those who feel it necessary to do such a thing have their own issues. They may have their own insecurity problems or worse, superiority complexes. I've seen writers who have made the mistake to strike back at critics. This is a huge mistake. They are alienating their readership as a whole. Not only that, their work has a target market. It isn't supposed to appeal to everyone, assuming that was even possible. So, readers, if you enjoy a work, say so, if not, let it go. Writers, if you do not like a criticism, let it go. Its part of the process when you expose yourself to the world. <br />
So, here's to dreams in all their wonderful forms!pmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662767610660913308.post-42062744277333434452011-03-16T09:42:00.000-07:002011-03-16T09:48:37.099-07:00The new age in reading.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxcUs3lXF0MbstYS329Mb6q0aZleQ0iK3ZDqoYYaVBU62X9mkTFeXpe7gL_64FuU50GBN7mHzIAVWc78mns-hYlnjx0viqbKBVsseqGKtaZ5TV72UioDtW78NK0ce3mfrXb6CV5SAdkdo/s1600/ebook_readers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxcUs3lXF0MbstYS329Mb6q0aZleQ0iK3ZDqoYYaVBU62X9mkTFeXpe7gL_64FuU50GBN7mHzIAVWc78mns-hYlnjx0viqbKBVsseqGKtaZ5TV72UioDtW78NK0ce3mfrXb6CV5SAdkdo/s320/ebook_readers.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWIW0swhvmWGgSdBWU5kUxUTudq_OaEW7t2REbTYQMT29pICrq42LjzccVz6dpLvHMqbSAwJmjthPjIQah8Dp5UPTMGz8LXJTUSyYQGt6XWDJoDkCpzpLBKgbXUxFnh7RQSZXEd1B89M/s1600/ebook_readers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br />
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I've taken a hiatus from here due to extensive writing elsewhere. I am still busy, which is a good thing. Recently, the media is saying quite a bit about millionaire e-book authors. They make it sound so easy and mysterious. <a href="http://amandahocking.blogspot.com/">Amanda Hocking</a> is a young writer who has happened to become very successful writing e-books. She makes it clear that it wasn't easy but a lot of time and hard work went into her writing. She isn't the only success story. These self-made millionaires are the exception and not the rule. One of the main reasons is that not everyone can write a compelling story that millions want to read. Also, some authors do not successfully promote their work. There is a fine line between promotion and spamming. You don't want to be annoying. You do want to let people know where your work is and how they can obtain it. They need to know something about you and why your books are worth reading. The e-book industry is booming. My book is selling 3 to 1 on the kindle vs. paper. I have a major novel making the rounds. It deserves only the best. However, the sequel to my children's book will become an ebook. I've already written it. I have a DTP account with Amazon. The rest is just a matter of fine tuning and submitting it. I would prefer it to be in a paper form too. Yet, putting it as an e-book does have its advantages. I will, of course, have to acquire a nook publishing account as well. This is a new age of publishing. Getting your work read can be easier than ever before. You must be able to write well and keep the reader's attention. Beyond that, the sky's the limit.pmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662767610660913308.post-30073367968217278762011-02-22T17:10:00.001-08:002019-01-18T11:21:06.447-08:00The world according topmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662767610660913308.post-71564890149113425732011-01-25T11:18:00.000-08:002011-01-25T11:48:07.516-08:00J. D. Salinger: A Life<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwBASjT7ybbVwS4BPsLalf9DCcqRxPyyujHSgiHTyEaZJM8Ih9VhkK7O73xg1eiDj1_zDBOqewOxpT06YEtrXAZ3WgrcoTkjJfcqBBupt3tbe-tpdsLkQuJzEIphoCQmys7zGX3h4TUg/s1600/j.d.salinger_cover_custom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwBASjT7ybbVwS4BPsLalf9DCcqRxPyyujHSgiHTyEaZJM8Ih9VhkK7O73xg1eiDj1_zDBOqewOxpT06YEtrXAZ3WgrcoTkjJfcqBBupt3tbe-tpdsLkQuJzEIphoCQmys7zGX3h4TUg/s320/j.d.salinger_cover_custom.jpg" width="203" /></a> It hardly seems that a year has past since J. D. Salinger departed this life. Since his passing, inevitably, authors have taken the time to analyze, research and write about him. Currently, a book is being released called, aptly, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/J-D-Salinger-Kenneth-Slawenski/dp/1400069513/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1295981663&sr=8-1"><i>J. D. Salinger: A Life</i></a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/J-D-Salinger-Kenneth-Slawenski/dp/1400069513/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1295981663&sr=8-1">. </a>Author Kenneth Slawenski lives in New Jersey. He has been researching <i>J.D. Salinger: A Life</i> for the past eight years. <a href="http://www.npr.org/2011/01/25/133209037/digging-for-pearls-in-the-new-salinger-biography?&sc=tumblr&cc=freshair">NPR's Maureen Corrigan</a> reviews the new book with her usual candor and delightful insights.There is not much I can add to her review other than this: Is this book completely factual? I'm not saying the author deliberately made up observations about Salinger. What I am saying is that no one can truly understand and know what a person's life was except for that person. Salinger chose to keep to himself as much as he could considering the fame which followed his novel <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Catcher-Rye-J-D-Salinger/dp/0316769177/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1295981663&sr=8-2">The Catcher In The Rye.</a></i> As a result, he left himself open to conjecture and rumors. One could only understand him through his writing and personal observation. This biographer also researched the records of Salinger's family in order to weave in the pertinent facts about Salinger's past. <br />
I, for one, would have loved to read a Salinger autobiography. Much like Mark Twain, Salinger could have written a personal account of his life only to have it published posthumously. That way, Salinger could have been open and forthright in his writing without worrying about who it might offend. Only then, could we see into the mind that is J. D. Salinger. Alas, it was not to be. We must be content with a third-person account of Salinger. It is written by a skillful and well researched author. However, he had never met the subject of his book. He can only do so much to see into J.D. Salinger, the man. Nonetheless, it offers something for those hungry for any insights into the life of Salinger. He was an enigma as much as he was a master story teller.pmrussellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503182438212172243noreply@blogger.com2