With all the mess that has become my life, I forget there is a world that carries on regardless of how I feel. No matter, I have few regrets about my former life.
A remodeled life
My idea before the Forgestriker series started to sell well, was to relieve the stress of my life by building models, and writing stories about the soldiers.
The idea came to nothing, but the stories became my #BestSeller hereiamattheedge.blogspot.co.uk/2016/09/7up.html#.WZc1kyh97IU. Now with about 20 years in a wheelchair facing me, I am returning to a hobby I can do at my desk.
Another hobby I can restart is Stamp collecting; while I was able to get some items from #Israel, I was sent some stamps by a friend in #Ra'anana. The stamps have various events in Jewish history and culture depicted on them which aroused my interest.
There isn't enough gold
This action http://www.newsweek.com/jew... is typical of the Swiss people.
A few things to note about Switzerland
Their national hero (William Tell) isn't Swiss.
They gave the world one of the dirtiest words (Mercenary), WT is an example
I thought the Germans were arrogant until I met the Swiss; they make the Germans appear like hippies.
Goods are vastly overpriced.
Food is not bland, bland would be complimenting the dullness
They have no culture to speak of
I would recommend Austria, the people are far nicer, and the views of the Alps are the same
In the case of war, for the Lord's sake, pray you are NOT in there. Their policy is to blow the mountain tunnels, so you'll be trapped.
And, yes, I did make the mistake of visiting the country. I wish my friend and I had gone to Yugoslavia instead, we could have enjoyed the food.
Science Fiction in the USA
Years ago, on a writing course, I was told the hardest market to sell to is the US Science Fiction market.
As I have been selling for over five years now, in my opinion, the hardest market to sell in is the Canadian market. I have sold e-books in places as far apart as Norway and New Zealand, or Germany and South Africa, but in all my years I have yet to sell an e-book in Canada. I had lots of promises of sales, but no sales.
When I started to sell on Draft2Digital, I looked at the site on Barnes & Noble . I thought there is no way I can sell my sci-fi there, the site is geared to selling to higher education establishments, and I figured I had no chance of sales.
It took a friend in Canada to convince me to try to sell there, and I have not looked back (until this month). With a series that sold over 750 e-books in three and a half years, I can say I cracked the US sci-fi market. If only I could sell in Canada.
Back to reading
I have been asked many times “What would I do if I didn’t write?”
Recently, I had a self-imposed exile of several weeks brought on by my disillusionment with the online response to my writing. During this time, I started to do something I hadn’t done for years, that is read. I’d spent so long writing I’d forgotten the joys of reading.
It is true that by reading I was enjoying the writing of other authors while my work was forgotten, but even if you watch a DVD someone wrote the story and script.
It's 8:0am, and it's raining, I've been up for two hours, I won't say awake as that would indicate I had some sleep - this situation is typical of my life.
I am not me
I can understand why farmers commit suicide.
You work this month to pay off last month's overdraft, and then what?
The cycle begins again.
There has to come a point when you realize there is no end to the cycle. It is as this point that you do what many people think is unforgivable, and kill yourself.
I am not a farmer, but the situation is the same for me. I see no end to my debts, if I don't kill myself I may walk out of my life and end up somewhere where nobody knows me.
As I blog about Israel, my blogs have come to the notice of MK’s – Members of the Knesset- in Israel. I have no idea which parties they represent, that is of no interest to me, I will try to find out purely for interest.
My posts are designed to be nonpolitical, they can be controversial though, as controversy is a good way to learn and teach. The one thing about my posts on Israel is they are written to attempt to stretch your mind and realize that she is not the enemy of peace in the Middle East, after all, how can 6 million Jews trying to live in peace in their country be a problem to over 1.8 billion Muslims?
Baal and Drux 2
This segment is the continuation of the story that began with https://hereiamattheedge.bl... /
A thin female voice from the rear of the pack replied, "What you say is true, Drux. We could overrun your master, but those of us who survived would be so weak that we may not live long enough to recover from the battle. We have heard many stories about your travels and the strength of your friend; we'd rather be friends than enemies if that is possible. If not, we'll leave in peace."
Drux smiled, then said, "We don't have much, the pickings on our last journey were thin even for one such as me, with the power to travel through the minds of the humans. Nevertheless, I am sure that if you come in peace, my master will be pleased to give you shelter from the cold and a little food to sustain you for a short while. Like me, he will be anxious to learn what has driven you to break the treaty set between human and wolfen, and in doing so, risk your lives."
The pack rumbled as the thoughts of the past month came back to haunt them, too many were dead to risk a fight to take the cabin, and as she said, those who did survive would be too weak to carry on with their hunt for a new land.
In the cabin, Baal hadn't taken his eyes of Drux for fear she would fail in her task, and the pack turns on her to feed. In the fading light, and through the driving snow Baal's eyes began to strain. He felt for the twin axes at his side, he knew if the pack attacked he'd kill one or two with his gun, but the real struggle for survival would be hand-to-hand in the cabin. Baal may be old and weakened by hunger, but he still had the strength of an ox and the will to fight like a wounded animal.
He watched Drux anxiously, waiting for any sign that she was in danger, but none came. To his eyes, it appeared the pack was as tired and hungry as he was, he wondered what could have forced the pack this close to the edge of the forest? In all the stories he'd heard, the one constant was the threat of war if humans and wolfen crossed paths again. But, here they were, whatever had happened must have been devastating to the pack to force them from their homes, and safety.
Realizing the possibility of danger was gone, Drux said her farewells and turned back to her wolfen form for the dash back to the cabin. From inside, Baal never faltered in tracking the remaining wolfen, he'd made that error once, and only the interference of Drux saved him from a savage death. They may look tired and hungry, but at the back of their minds, they were wolfen and hunters, that is the thing you needed to remember.
Two meters from the door Drux changed back to human form, a moment later Baal heard a knock on the door, with an axe in his hand, he walked to the door and inched it open; he breathed a sigh as he saw his friend outside. "Come in, it's cold, and you need to get warm," Baal said as Drux walked to the fire. "I had my eye on you all the time, Drux, I learned not to take the wolfen for granted after the time you saved me."
She smiled, then replied, "I never doubted you, master. The wolfen come in peace, all they wish is for a night's peace from the cold, and a little food. They have information that I think you should hear too, what they told me sent shivers down my spine, as you know that rarely happens."
Baal replied, "I did wonder what made them run from their homes? It must be something more than a beast; I know no animal a wolfen is afraid to fight, not even a stronger wolf."
"Can I signal our new friends to come over?" Drux asked.
Baal replied, "If they come in peace, all are welcome at my shelter, Drux."
Drux commented,"They realize that they could overrun us, but at the same time they understand that not many would survive, and those who do would be too weak to go on. Your prowess with guns and axes goes before you, master."
Baal stroked his ragged beard and smiled, then commented, "I only use the weapons in defense, or to hunt for food for us. I'd never use them to attack an animal or a person."
Drux warmed herself for a few moments; then she went to open the door to signal all was well for the pack to come out of the woods, and take shelter from the storm.
In the woods, Darian watched and indicated to his followers to move, all the time remaining wary of a trap. The further out they ventured, the more he kept waiting for other humans, but there were none to be seen.
At the door, Darian and his troupe returned to human form as they entered, he said,"We're grateful for this shelter, Baal. We know the people don't trust us, the feeling is mutual after the Great Hunt. That is why we have remained in the dark for eons, but now something is lurking in the shadows that threaten all of us I fear."
Why do people think I'm a bestseller?
I am amazed that people think I am a #bestseller. After all, I make less than $1 a week from #writing, this month's sales show how bad things are #Free #ebooks have equalled sold ebooks at 2-2. This is only marginialy better than #Amazon.
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