Am I The Only One?

I have had a list of industry specific books to read and review lately and since they are not available to the public, I won’t put them on here. So instead I am just going to share my unsolicited opinion on some topics….waiting with bated breath, are you?

How about you just stay the hell off my page if you have a problem with what I post! Keep your opinion about my opinion I post on MY page to yourself! lol #DA #mindyourownfuckingbusiness #Yourethenarcissist:

I think I am probably one of the only people who routinely goes through their Twitter account and deletes followers. Why? First off it is hard to keep up with so many people and all of their people and on and on.  I am not interested in getting followers just for the sake of numbers. I really need for you to have something in common with me. Books, Art, Music, Humor, and say hello once in a while, send me things you think I would like. And I do the same. If I follow you and you immediately DM me with all of your other sites and places I can buy your_______ ( fill in the blank).  That is an instant Block!

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This weekend I did the same with my FB pages and accounts. Strictly because grown ass men and women that I grew up with and went from first grade to graduation with were jumping on 1. #boycottNFL bandwagon. Uh, no, I don’t think so. I don’t give a rat’s ass about what those players do as long as my Fantasy team kicks butt. And no one else seems to either. You should look up how many current players were convicted of felonies and are still playing most Sundays. And I waited way too long for football season. And 2. The Trump vs. Hillary topic. When you are calling the President’s mother and Hillary a whore, we have a problem. Unless being a whore is your profession, but this was used as a slur.

I don’t care where you stand on the political race, but name calling, especially calling women whores, is not okay. It makes me not like you and think way less of you than I already do. As my Momma would say, those people are ignorant and don’t have the vocabulary to express themselves in any other way.

I am fed up with it. We teach our children not to be bullies and name callers and yet we accept it and participate in it on television and in conversation. It’s embarrassing as a woman and as an American. I keep expecting the Queen to hop across the pond and put us all in a time out until we can get our shit together!

So to all of those people who live to do and say offensive things…mind your own business and if you can’t say something halfway intelligent, well then zip it.

As Nikki over at A Kinder Way says…be kind to everyone. hellokind

Thanks for listening and being kind!  xxP

The Ugly Side of Book Reviews

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And yes there is a very ugly side! Let me back up a second. Yesterday while I was reading all of the blogs that I follow I came across one that was offering to read your book and review it for $30. I was so appalled I un-followed him on the spot!

Later I saw a post about book reviews on FB and while a couple of things it said about reviews was helpful there were a couple of things that bothered me. One was: “You don’t even have to finish the book to leave a review!” Uh, yes, yes you do. How can you tell me about a book you haven’t even read?  The second one was ” Just say you liked it”.

I am aware of Amazon’s policies concerning reviews. If you paid or got paid, your review is coming down sooner or later. As for the guy I found, he has already been reported to Amazon.

If you are self publishing, then yes, Amazon numbers mean something. But so do your reviews. There is a right way and a wrong way to do things. An honest way and a dishonest way. Every book you read is not a 5 star book.  The star system is not one that I like, but come on, be honest.

Writers work hard to put out good books and they really do want honest feedback. And as reviewers we need to do that. And that is where the pay/get paid part comes in. If you are being paid to write a review by the author, you are probably not going to be completely honest. Have some integrity! Seriously, what kind of person has to pay someone to read their book? I read the back of cereal boxes when I’m bored. Reading someone’s new book is a privilege. And to take money or lie is an insult to both parties.

Thank you for listening to my rant for the week.  xxP

Parley?

The term written as “parlay” on the Pirata Codex was known as a right in the Code of the Pirate Brethren, set down by Morgan and Bartholomew, that allowed any person to invoke temporary protection and brought before the captain to “negotiate” without being attacked until the parley is complete.

The information below is from the 1940 Census. The Walsh’s are my people. As you can see, I wasn’t kidding about the Pirate thing.

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  • 1940 United States Federal Census
  • Father: B G Walsh
  • Mother: Carrie L Walsh
  • Birth: 1929 – South Carolina
  • Residence: Blackbeard Island, McIntosh, Georgia – Age: 11

 

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A beautiful place which is now a protected area. We were also on neighboring Sapelo Island, where my Grandfather worked for R.J.Reynold’s Plantation.

Now that we have established my sordid background, let’s get back to the title, Parley?.

It has been over two weeks now wearing this patch on my left eye. The pain is receding but I did something last night that I need to make right. Pain is a nasty little sucker. It can turn the meekest person into a raging lunatic.And if you know me then you know I am no where close to the word Meek.

For over 2 weeks I have been biting my tongue, being brave and trying not to kill anyone but last night I unloaded on OU Boy because I saw he had some whorish girl following him on Twitter. He doesn’t even know how Twitter works. I had just jumped on a kernel of something and blew my cork.  All I remember is him looking at me like I was Linda Blair from the Exorcist. Even I didn’t understand what was wrong with me.

So to teach him a lesson I slept in the crib. Yes, yes I did. Well, I didn’t actually get any sleep. It’s a crib, you know?

First thing this morning I called OU Boy and cried Parley?  Thank the Gods that this man loves me something awful, because if the shoe had been on the other foot, I would have just shot him and put him out of his misery. But not him. Never him. He knows me.

He knows I am scared out of my mind that I will never see again out of that left eye. He knows that I am barely keeping it together inside because I am so afraid. And the biggest thing he knows is that not being in control of everything in my world is not something that has happened a lot. Of course there have been situations, mainly deaths, that I couldn’t control, but the rest of my life was locked down. And now, I am in control of putting the drops in my eyes and taking my meds. That is it.

This is a man who had 2 heart attacks at age 32 and open heart surgery not to mention numerous stints. Here he is lucky just to be alive and I’m throwing Scarlett O’Hara worthy hissy fits because one of my eyes is blind. So today this is what I feel like.

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And to the man I will always love, I am sorry. Don’t everyone pass out at once, remember I can’t see you all laying on the floor! xxoo P

 

When Last We Met….

When we last left you we were hurdling towards the Trauma Center in an ambulance during rush hour traffic. But let’s back up just a bit.

Why Being in the Back of the Ambulance Brings Me Comfort:

When lovely nurse Meghan brought the EMT team back to load me up, she introduced them both. A short blonde named Jessica and a tall, dark guy name Jessie. Jessie was very considerate and went and got me a warm towel to hold over my face on the way out to the ambulance. So in we go and I am immediately getting anxious. It is already in the high 90’s outside and inside this hot box was at least 10 degrees hotter.

I’m looking at this Jessica person telling her I am in severe pain from the pain shot and I am going to get sick. Well Thank the Gods for OU Boy! He quickly grabbed a blue bag and helped me out. Jessica meanwhile is trying to write up her notes for the trip or something. I am not saying she was on something but OU Boy had no problem saying it.  For one thing she says, ” So you are 5’2? Oh my gosh, me too!” We are looking at her as if she has sprung horns and a tail. Uh, no I am 5’10” ( and 1/2 but I’ll let that go). Then she starts calling the other hospital telling them they have me and all my stats. All wrong. Finally she says in a very chipper voice, “Oh, I see now, I got the wrong paperwork.”

Up front Jessie is driving like he just stole this bitch and we’re headed for Colorado. Finally we make it to a hospital and things were looking up.

They were having mini fits over my blood pressure until they realized I can’t wear an adult cuff. Sorry, too skinny.Lest you think I was handling all of this like a champ, you should know that I was not. At some  point I remember trying to grab my purse in the ambulance so I could at least pepper spray this bitch. And I am not proud of the fact that they then brought in a gunshot victim and I still wasn’t budging from my spot in triage. Seriously pain makes me a mean person. That whole survival thing kicks in and I was not nice.purseinambulance

Me wrestling with OU Boy for my Bag of Weapons.

I did keep telling OU Boy to keep writing things down because once this was over I could use this shit.

Next time I’ll introduce you to Dr. Jason Smart, my doctor who looks just like the smart guy on Criminal Minds. I call him Dr. Jason Bourne, just because it sounds cool and all the old men in the waiting room look so hopeful when they hear Dr. Jason Bourne to ICU.

Seriously, thank you all for being there for me. You make me laugh and think about other things instead of crawling into my little cave and crying and feeling sorry for myself. I thought I was special, I thought when they said a very long road it didn’t apply to me. Give me a few days and I’ll be fine! Not so. It is going to be a long road and I have chosen to laugh about it. And use it to get out of things I don’t want to do. xxoo P

The One with the Most Followers Must Win!

Today I am just going to say this. I don’t really care if you agree or not.  If you are on Twitter or Instagram or even Facebook now, you are probably familiar with the radiohead, twitter jukebox and any other number of sites that guarantee you thousands of followers who will push your book, agenda, you, or whatever you want.

I find this offensive, and just cheap. It floods my feeds which I hate. Trust me, if I believe in you and/or your work, I will happily put your name out there all by my own little self. But if you have joined one of those services, you will be deleted.

I don’t need thousands of followers who don’t even know me or what I do and probably haven’t read your work anyway! It’s just a contest to see who can have the most followers on any social media site.

Whoever dies with the most followers doesn’t win. Your work should speak for you, the rest is just annoying drivel.

Thanks and have a warm day!

A Rant

Not a book review today.  Just some things that have been bothering me and so of course I have to share. It’s what I do.

At dinner last night I noticed that everyone, and I do mean everyone except the wait staff, either had their phone right by their plate or they were either texting, checking their social media or reading a book.

We are becoming a culture of non-verbal communicators.  What bothers me is that a text is interpreted by the person receiving it. I have to wonder, is he being sarcastic? Funny? What does he mean?  When you have a conversation with someone face to face, their are always voice inflections, body language and other non-verbal cues that get the point across much better than a text.

As Human Beings, we crave social interaction. We aren’t a solitary species. We need the sound of a voice we love, the touch of a hand, the smile on a face.

Social Media, texting, twittering, it’s all impersonal, it could or could not be the truth. So last night I sat down and wrote someone a letter. Filled with colorful detail and all the things that I can’t say in 140 characters or less, or spend a whole day texting someone to catch up on their lives.

Everyone is so busy on their devices that they are failing to see what is going on all around them.  I don’t know the answer to this, but I have a feeling that it’s not going to be good in the long run.

Today, put your electronics away and really Talk to someone. It could change someone’s entire day.

Thank you and I’ll be here all week if you have any questions…