Web log

I lost track of why I started this online writing webpage, or blooooooogg… I really hate that word, I don’t know why, but I refuse to call my site a blog because of it. Blog… what does that mean anyways…

Back on point. I am writing this because I love research, and knowing that most people do not like research I have decided to post my researchings, that said, I will research blog and post my results:

BLOG – First, blog stands for weB LOG. According to Wikipedia [hyperlink] (under HISTORY) the term ‘blog’ was started first as “weblog” which was coined by Jorn Barger. The short form, “blog”, was coined by Peter Merholz, who jokingly broke the word weblog into the phrase we blog in the sidebar of his blog Peterme.com in April or May 1999. Shortly thereafter, Evan Williams at Pyra Labs used “blog” as both a noun and verb (“to blog”, meaning “to edit one’s weblog or to post to one’s weblog”) and devised the term “blogger” in connection with Pyra Labs’ Blogger product, leading to the popularization of the terms.

Of course the Wiki page is far more in depth, plus there are more references when you google it, but the basics are right here without fishing through entire articles to find the answer to your questions.

Actually, under the definition given, is my web page a blog? Maybe, maybe not, Does it really matter. Isn’t it just good enough to call it my web page, whether I blog or not? Does it matter? I think not. Since I don’t like the term, then I will continue to use web site, web page… whichever…

Anywho, until next time… Good day.


Yep, all I needed was that deadline. My next book, Dark Fate, is now being reviewed by my publisher. Hopefully there aren’t too many mistakes, although I do have a few corrections to input as soon as I get my preview copy to edit.

Next book will have a deadline, definitely.


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image courtesy of grantmeadmission.com

Please will someone just give me a deadline!!!

It’s been far too long and though I’m so close to the end, I find myself tweaking parts instead of just ending the darn thing.

I need someone, in charge, to sit me down and say ‘Do it by this time or we’ll publish what you have’.

I know it sounds drastic, I know it sounds totally irresponsible on my part, after all, I’m a full-grown published author, so WHY IS THIS SO HARD?

So, Rook Publishing, here is my deadline. I will have my first draft to you on or before July 10th.

There, deadline set. Now time to end this!

Fresh Starts

photo courtesy of Optometry Admissions

I’m starting fresh. I’m in a new home in a new town. New beginnings all around. Though moving after thirteen years in the same home is quite traumatic, it’s good to leave behind the gathering of useless items that seem to attach themselves after time. How does that happen?

Going through said items, I look at the mess and wonder why? Why did I keep this? What purpose did this even serve?

Thankfully I had the wherewithal to leave much of the uselessness behind; even though, as I organize my new home I find that I still have plenty to spare, but it is only a manageable drop in the bucket compared to the plethora of treasure… er… stuff… er junk… I left behind.

Still, I have much to sift through before the next move – the bigger move. I have several years to sort, organize, and/or toss the remains of a life I wish to leave behind, after all, isn’t that what ‘starting fresh’ means?


Last time I checked I was fully functional. So, what happened? Did I lose interest? Are all my ideas gone?

No, that’s not it. Life has a way of spinning you around. All of a sudden, you can’t find the time for what you feel is important, through all the movies, TV shows, computer games… there just doesn’t seem to be time to do what you really want to do.

I am starting again. There are many quotes on succeeding through failure (just google it), Winston Churchill said “Success is going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.” He also said, “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”

So, to thwart failure, I shall continue. I will write today, and hopefully tomorrow. I will reinvest myself in myself and go.

If I fail, then I will think like Thomas Edison and say to myself, “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” Of course, I haven’t achieved 10,000 ways of not working as of yet, but I will continue on until I do.

I am still functional, I am still interested, and I still have ideas, therefore I can continue…


I’ve hit a point in life where I feel like I’m spinning in circles. I go around and around trying to accomplish something but I end up where I began with no progress.

I know it’s temporary, I’ve stalled, it happens…

What to do; what to do?

So much to do, so little time to do it and yet I sit here spinning my wheels… stuck in the mud.

So here I am, struggling, writing something – anything down because anything is progress.

Book is not stalled, like me I’m spinning my wheels writing, erasing, writing something else – so close to the end I can taste it, but still, I am no closer.

Life is not stalled, I am pushing to move, but I feel like I’m swimming in a lake of molasses; movement is painfully slow and though I struggle, it seems like I’m being pulled back, sucked under.

So here I write; writing something – anything down because anything is progress…


I sometimes wish my life was more exciting, but then again, if it was then that would entail my participation in the excitement. Not that I don’t mind excitement, but I find that I like to control the amount of excitement that I have, and sometimes, when things get exciting, things get out of control.

Control is getting more difficult as time passes, not that it was ever very easy, it just seems that I’m tired of fighting for it. Is that why people just give up? They get tired of fighting for control that never existed in the first place?

Loss is inevitable, but to lose to oneself – to just give up on oneself… it breaks something inside us all. Love those around you mercilessly. Hold those dear to you closer and tell them how much they mean to you, you never know when you’ll never get a second chance.

Love often and speak of it more and know that you’ll be sorely missed when you’re gone!

Stay positive

I have resigned myself to read/ post only positive stories/ videos on my social media. I believe that the world is getting carried away by all of the bad publicity. We are forgetting that we are amazing people with a great capacity for compassion.

Yes, there is bad in the world and people make terrible choices with horrible consequences, but maybe, just maybe, if we focus on the good that happens with the intent of helping each other recover from the bad, not sweep it under the rug as has happened in the past, but address, educate, and help people, maybe, just maybe, we can all live up to the amazing potential inside us all!

Sadly frustrated

What is it with American’s and their plot twists? So concerned with surprise in the story, the story is often ruined because of it…

 It has gotten to the point that, for me, I cringe when I see an American made movie come to the theaters. No more am I excited to sit contentedly in a theater, munching my popcorn, dots, and perhaps nibbling on some nachos (my favorite movie snack). I have become wearily wary of devastating twist of plots.

Take ‘How to Train Your Dragon II’, please! The story is wonderful until Toothless tries to kill his best friend and companion Hiccup. I don’t want to hear ‘But he didn’t kill him,’ because he tried to, Hiccup’s father got in front of the death-dealing blow, yes, but that blow was meant for his best friend! HOW CAN YOU MISS THAT! Okay, death is inevitable, I get that, I don’t even mind to terribly if a character I love dies – but not that way!


 Then there is ‘The Hobbit’, really, really! Yes, Thorin, Fili, and Kili all die in the book, but the manner in which they died was honorable. In the movie it was a horrible, meaningless death; a death that was a victory for the bad guy, a bad guy taken from the story and given a fictitious back story, in which he succeeds in his fictitious revenge through destroying Thorin’s blood-line by killing Fili and Kili. To add injury to insult, the deranged writer brings Bolg back from the dead to kill Thorin alone and devastated by the loss of his kin. Can you say Freddie Kruger?!?

It’s disturbing to think that today’s writers think that these horrible twists are okay!

 Two movies which I would have loved to put in my collection, I will never watch again, nor will I recommend them to anyone without a warning. It saddens me to have incomplete libraries, especially when it’s the last of a trilogy that will never be completed. In fact, I will not even keep the first two of ‘The Hobbit’ because I am so incensed by it.

 I understand that books are essentially rewritten for movies, and I’m okay with that, but seriously, don’t ruin the story!

 That said. It has come to the point that if I see that it’s an American movie, I will not likely pay money to see it in the theater. I will wait until it comes out and watch in on Netflix, or rent it through Red box, and then only if people I trust tell me it’s okay. I am now more willing to see a foreign movie, with the predictable plots that make the good triumph over the bad.

 You can keep your plot twists. I watch movies to feel good, not to be surprised by unexpected failures and bad guys that come back from the dead to triumph. Against all odds, I want my main characters to win!

Think about it…



Seriously, when is the world gonna face the fact that we are sick!

I work in the NICU ( Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) at a hospital. When I started, birth defects happened, they’ve always happened, but they were rare.

In the ten years that I have worked here, I’ve seen birth defects/anomalies increase beyond acceptable measures. I could go back and figure out the percentage, but I’d rather focus on the whole picture, not just a piece of it…

Not only are birth defects on the rise, but cancer is no longer an eye-opening, shock to one’s families and friends but something that just ‘happens’.

No longer do you think ‘cancer… how’d that happen?’ instead we’re more likely to think, ‘Wow, cancer; what a drag!’

Mental illness, psychological imbalances, violent behavior, excessive drug use, suicide…

Although unfortunately, a percentage of social issues happen, it is on the rise, and though people want to blame the media or social breakdown of the family, or whatever it is that people choose to blame for our societal breakage, I’m proposing a different less obvious reason.

Think about this if you will:

Over the last fifty years there have been multiple major nuclear accidents, Tokaimura, Buenos Aires, Saint-Laurent, Idaho, Goiânia, Three Mile Island, Windscale, Kyshtym, Fukushima, Chernobyl – these are just the top ten, there are many, many more, more than even I imagined before I started writing this; before I did my ten minutes of research – and these are the known disasters… How many accidents are top-secret (submarine, or warships for instance) or have been covered up?

Clouds of contamination have been released into the atmosphere or into the oceans and water supplies…

While no one wants to view the reality of a poisoned world, we need to – we must address this issue in order to do something about it!

I sit here helpless. I don’t know what to do, do you? What can we do? For that I have no answer, but know this, unless we do figure it out, we will only get worse.

My goal here is to raise awareness of a possibility that no one seems willing to look at, or if they have looked at it, they refuse to address.

Think about it, and after you think about it, get others to think about it; then hopefully, if enough people think about it, or the right people will think about it and someone will finally do something about it.

WE ARE SICK people, and unless we stand up for ourselves, no one will.


Photo’s courtesy of:

Fukushima: forbes.com

Chernobyl: realhorrorstories.com

Three Mile Island: neutrontrail.com