364.3 7:30am 3 eggs scrambled, 4 strips of bacon 2:45pm chef's salad, Italian dressing 6:00pm chicken, broccoli, rice snack a couple pieces of chocolate, some peanuts
I don't believe this involves or impacts us as independent authors, but I am curious how others view this issue. https://www.thestranger.com/slog/2019/08/27/41213776/seattle-public-library-denounces-publishers-new-e-book-policy
-Yes I am miserable -Yes I am angry all the time -Yes I know I am being a complete asshat -Yes I know you think things will get better, you are wrong -Yes I know my life is better than most, that still doesn't make it good -No, I don't hate everyone, but I do... Continue Reading →
Deep and meaningful flashfiction by Sean C Wright
A concentration camp survivor visited my tenth-grade history class, as a guest speaker. It had quite an impact on me. Some of the facts in this story are indeed what this man told us bug-eyed teenagers. This short story you are about to read is my way of bringing justice to those who were affected by one of the most incorrigible crimes in human history. If you are squeamish, you may not want to go any further.
By Sean C. Wright-Neeley
It was always the same, but different. He woke up in the barracks, every morning. This time, he was a Jewish man. The Star of David on his prison uniform told him so. Today, they had him and the other prisoners, clearing a field in the snow. He tried as hard as he could to conceal his cold, but a Nazi guard heard him cough and sniffle…
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365.2 Early numbers are moving in the right direction. However another night of anxiety related insomnia kept me in bed instead of the gym this morning. 7:30am sausage and cheese omelet 12:00pm 6 meatballs, tossed salad w/b.c. dressing NO PIE!!!! 😎🤩🥳 6:45pm chicken, broccoli, rice 4 dove chocolates
The sun turns down earlier Its warmth not as powerful The wind gusts cool Still comfortable, but foreboding Summer’s creatures serenade Their songs not as vibrant They no longer sing of new beginnings The hot, life giving rays no longer warmly cascade Just a hint of winter’s death is in the air Mourning will replace... Continue Reading →
Not something you read about many politicians and no other candidate for president, and yet, her own party's national committee is doing all it can to freeze her out. https://thehill.com/homenews/campaign/459196-gabbard-returns-to-campaign-trail-after-completing-active-duty-service #Tulsi #dnc #gabbard #TulsiGabbard
It has been said that you own the intellectual property to something you write the moment it appears in print. I'm not sure if that is true or not, and I'm not sure if that would hold up in court. Our blogs are copyrighted material, make sure it says that somewhere on your blog.... Continue Reading →
365.6lbs Had a rough time sleeping. Mind tends to keep me awake at night. Last night I was kept awake by the memory of a 20 year old woman I had to tell had a brain tumor. Since I spent the night more awake than asleep, I wasn't able to get up early enough to... Continue Reading →
Please purchase your copy of "Tortured and Tormented" today. Experience the trauma of being bullied...... ......It has only been two days and already everyone knows why Angelo left. Their attention turns to me. “What happened to the fat baby? Did he cry?” I ignore them. That only makes it worse. “Are you going to leave... Continue Reading →
From Discover on Google https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJu-_AYV0ho
Watching a bit of the 2019 Tahiti Pro Teahupo'o during lunch https://www.worldsurfleague.com/events/2019/mct/2919/tahiti-pro-teahupoo
I am a self-published storyteller, not under contract by a major publishing house and have sold a limited number of books. In the literary world, I am insignificant. That is the truth, but that truth doesn’t change the reality that I am a storyteller. Storytelling is my passion and drive. Storytelling is my love and... Continue Reading →
...I'm a storyteller, one who uses the written word to tell tales. I am not a professional essayist nor English professor. My grammar is not always perfect and my sentence structure not always correct. To me, what is most important, actually, all that is important, is the story. In everyday life people mistake conflict and chaos... Continue Reading →
Lunch was pretty straight forward and simple, chicken, broccoli and about a serving of rice. Dinner even more straight forward, 3 eggs over medium Snacked on a couple of dove peanut butter filled chocolate. Yesterday was 5, today was supposed to be 4, but it was 5. Not a bad day except for the power... Continue Reading →
The sun turns down earlier Its warmth not as powerful The wind gusts cool Still comfortable, but foreboding Summer's creatures serenade Their songs not as vibrant They no longer sing of new beginnings The hot, life giving rays no longer warmly cascade Just a hint of winter's death is in the air Mourning will replace... Continue Reading →
Wake up Wag tail Bark Eat Go outside Bark at squirrel Get my ears scratched Give unconditional love Get unconditional love back
I made it to the gym. I joked with the gym owner, that working out once every two months did not seem to be doing the trick. Today was shoulders and arms. I take the same approach to starting exercise as I do to rehabilitating my patients from injuries -- light, slow, easy and steady.... Continue Reading →
Skies -- dank, dreary Pennsylvania Gray Air cool -- brisk, nearly uncomfortable Sun -- hidden from our view The warmth also taken On the porch -- quiet Damaged joints cry Soul, slowly sinks
Today I did what is the hardest thing in the very beginning. I reluctantly stepped upon the scale. I wiped the dust away, place my two feet on top of it, and over the beach ball that is again ballooning from my abdomen, looked at the numbers. I have a new fangled scale, so the... Continue Reading →
While yesterday wasn't the best days, my carbs were reduced enough to decrease my release of insulin. For those who don't know excess insulin release can cause a retention of sodium, and water follows sodium. So, less insulin + less sodium retained + less water retained = a night of urination = A tired Short... Continue Reading →
Before I started my "career" as an indie author of fiction, I wrote two books on weight loss and fitness. I was fortunate to sell quite a few and made the rounds on radio, television and several podcasts -- I think the last time I checked, I had given close to one hundred interviews. I... Continue Reading →
Hi Fellow WordPress Bloggers, I just checked my spam folder and it was full of viable, non-spam comments. I noticed that some of my comments weren't showing up on posts of bloggers with whom I regularly interact. I have been advised, that for some reason, my comments were in their spam folders. I enjoy interaction... Continue Reading →
I am dating myself a bit, but as someone who remembers watching a black and white television, which "instant-on" was a feature, needing rabbit ear antenna, and having only 4 fuzzy channels -- it amazes me that I can go online and watch surfing's, Tahiti Pro @ Teahupo'o. I still can visualize watching Super Bowl... Continue Reading →
Will be interesting to see how this turns out... https://www.npr.org/2019/08/23/753828146/top-publishers-sue-audible-alleging-encroachment-on-text-territory
ADULT CONTENT ADULT CONTENT ADULT CONTENT ADULT CONTENT ADULT CONTENT You are fifty-three today, and have never worn them. You thought they would be uncomfortable. I offer to take them back. You say no. With graceful ease, you lift your skirt and swiftly remove your current under garment. You hold your skirt up for a... Continue Reading →
Memories of that first birthday we were together occupied my sleep. The excitation of that evening. You opening your gifts. Trying on one in particular. The night of passion that would be equaled and eclipsed only as our bodies and souls, with one another, became even more familiar, even more in sync and even more... Continue Reading →
I write of the damaged and broken, because that is the norm. For each person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not. It is their stories I tell. “Who am I?” I am an independent, self-published teller of tales, an author, as of yet, scarcely any renown. However, as... Continue Reading →
I am so close to finishing my latest work in progress, The Comfort of Despair, but I have been a little bit lazy this weekend, actually I've been exhausted. I was just getting ready to sit down at the computer. When my little dog comes up with her leash and wants to go outside. Since... Continue Reading →
From Angelic Adultery by Scono Sciuto -TWO- Today is Friday. He has invited me to his office. He told me to come over for six. I told him I would be there. I can’t do this! What am I thinking? I don’t even really know him. Yet, I find myself dressing to go and meet. I am... Continue Reading →
Oft injured Indianapolis Colt Quarterback, Andrew Luck, has opted to try and salvage what is left of his life and health by retiring from the NFL. For God's sakes, Luck's laundry list of reported injuries include a lacerated kidney. As someone who has treated semi and arena league players, I know that list probably quadruples... Continue Reading →
By now most of you know I am a fan of Phoebe Waller-Bridge. If you have not had the chance to watch Fleabag, I highly recommend it. If you don't have, want or need Amazon Prime, take the free trial, if available, and binge watch both seasons. “Fleabag: An Absurdist Masterpiece” by Wisecrack https://link.medium.com/CPnfcUNsqZ
Since I have yet discovered the path to earning a living as a writer, I have another career, one that takes a great deal of time, attention and devotion. Yet, that does not change the fact that I have a compulsion to write. There are some days, actually most, that if I don’t sit and... Continue Reading →
As Hemingway wrote Bernard Berenson late in the 1950s, “Writers of fiction are only super liars who, if they know enough and are disciplined, can make their lies truer than the truth.”
https://youtu.be/4kW3g-5Ico4 I write of the damaged and broken, because that is the norm. For each person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not. It is their stories I tell. “Who am I?” I am an independent, self-published teller of tales, an author, as of yet, scarcely any renown. However,... Continue Reading →
You often hear people say, "Don't live in the past." What if the past is the only place where happiness is found?
This may provide some useful information and insight From Discover on Google https://owlcation.com/humanities/The-Query-Letter
What a great post by Sean, thank you for writing it.
I could not agree more with what is written here. My mom and dad were my biggest fans and I know they would have been at every signing without fail.
As for the rest of my relatively large family, trying to get anyone interested in, and supportive of, my writing has been for naught.
Hell, I even sent all of my cousins a copy of one of my novellas because some of our family history inspired a chapter.
Not even an f–ing email thanking me or supporting me.
You’d think out of more than a dozen cousins, one would have said something.
My advise to all writers, whether published or not, indie or under contract, sold one or a million — write for, and count only one, yourself.
Blood Isn’t Thicker Than Ink
By Sean C. Wright-Neeley
Family and friends attend gender reveal parties, barbecues; heck, even divorce parties, but rarely attend my book signings. They buy a celebrity’s perfume or sneakers, but refuse to buy my much-less expensive books. Mentioning that I am working on a new story elicits about as much excitement as mentioning that I am changing my hairstyle.
Getting little support from strangers is to be expected when you’re an author. You can’t write in a genre everyone loves. And how else will you get truly unbiased book reviews if it weren’t for strangers, reading your work? But I was always starry-eyed about family and friends supporting my career. Granted, it’s a creative career (unless you’re strictly a technical writer). It falls into the same category as a musician or artist. Somehow, somewhere, someone will always sneer, “Get a real job.”
But I was…
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The sun's rays can't overcome the air's coolness Warmth dissipates with overhead clouds The shadows are beginning to go from cool to chilled Bones begin to ache, only slightly, just a harbinger of persistent pain and discomfort and despair that is to soon come
For God - An Embrace The Wild Fantasy And God created woman… Actually, He created plenty of women, but there was one woman in particular --- a very special woman. One whom He created for Himself. She was fashioned to be an insatiable, sexual creature. She exuded erotica in every aspect of her... Continue Reading →
...needing to wake in the middle of the night to shut the windows and not being able to fall back to sleep.
Afternoon lazily glides into early evening Cicadas and crickets, preparing for their nightly performances, battle to be heard The sun rests upon the rooftops, gasping a last hot breath A breeze, which a few moments ago blew warm, now brings a cooling, almost chilling, air Flowers that bloomed all day, pull up covers, waiting to... Continue Reading →