Wednesday, June 7, 2023

Insecure Writers Support Group 7 June 2023


Image by kabe32 from Pixabay

June 7 question - If you ever did stop writing, what would you replace it with?

Death, probably.

I have bad news for everyone who wishes I’d stop inflicting my thoughts on the world.

I likely will never stop writing unless I’m dead. And, as the late, great Lemmy Kilmister said about music, we’ll have to see what happens after that. “That” being death of course.

Me, showing some skin. Or, more accurately, ink. This is my actual calf with the tattoo I got to honor Lemmy. Schmexy, no?

I’ve been writing stories since I was five years old. Almost fifty-five years beyond that, I’m still writing. As long as I’m alive and physically able to do so, I will probably always get my literary groove on in some capacity. Whether that writing takes the form of dystopian doom diaries, eye-popping erotica, lurid Lovecraftian fantasy, madcap microfiction, maudlin memoirs, pissed-off poetry, or some sanity-scarring combination of all the above, I’ll be doing the dirty deed till the day I pass away.

By dirty deed, I mean writing, of course. Get your mind out of the gutter!

My writing is done dirt cheap, by the way. In fact, you can always grab my e-books free on Amazon.

Why not pop on over to the official Naughty Netherworld Press website to check out some samples?

Don’t say I never gave you nothin’!

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Victoria_Regen from Pixabay

Ya won't be able to get rid of me that easily! Even when my physical body is chilling in an urn, future generations can invoke my spirit by reading my words.

Maybe they can even sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee with me.

You want a great soundtrack playing while drinking your coffee and reading my stories. I've gotcha covered there too!

Alternatively, cueing up some Motörhead is always an Ornery Owl approved choice.

Wednesday, May 3, 2023

Insecure Writers Support Group 3 May 2023


Image by Kevin Phillips from Pixabay

Anyone who knows anything about me is saying "Clearly that is not your desk, you lying liar!"

You're right, it isn't.

Here's the question.

May 3 question - When you are working on a story, what inspires you?

It can be any number of things. It's often something obscure. But I would probably never get any writing done if it wasn't for prompts. Those help me herd my wayward ideas into something cohesive. 

Image by Chen from Pixabay

Without prompts, my squirrely ADHD brain would probably never write anything publishable. 

Image by Gerhard Janson from Pixabay
"I'll be back, Owl."

Now you know what you need to do to stop me from publishing anything else. Send a cyborg back in time to kill all the prompt writers.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Micha from Pixabay
Ornery Owl ain't afraid of no steenkin' Terminator.

Chill with me, People. 

Grab a cup of Coffee Brand Coffee.

You need better coffee. Why not join Ornery Owl in a coffee revolution? Support an independently owned business at an affordable price. No hype, just great coffee.

Saturday, April 22, 2023

S is for Scam


Image by Bliwii from Pixabay

This owl followed a link to a product that claims it will stop bleeding gums and even repair your teeth so you need never go to the dentist. Some ProDentim affiliates claim the product causes weight loss. I wonder if ProDentim could repair the hail damage and dented bumper on my car.

It took more than an hour for the ProDentim video to FINALLY reveal the secret to turning my teeth to titanium. Unsurprisingly, their claims were a load of manure.

Ornery Owl suggests following the link to Trust Pilot, where you can read the unpolished truth about ProDentim.

Ornery Owl Has Spoken

Ornery Owl would much rather spend her money on a nifty new kitchen gadget than overpriced snake oil.

Wednesday, April 5, 2023

Insecure Writers Support Group April 5 2023


Image by Alexa from Pixabay

Fair warning, I cuss. A lot. If you prefer your reading experience less peppered with profanity, I suggest another post, blog, and author.

Also, fair warning that I keep things real. I will not sugarcoat shit and tell you it's candy. If something was bad, I'm not going to say "this was kind of not okay." I'm gonna tell you it's bad in no uncertain terms.

And now, on to the post!

Do you remember writing your first book? What were your thoughts about a career path on writing? Where are you now and how is it working out for you? If you're at the start of the journey, what are your goals?

Holy guacamole and the entire bag of chips, you people are evil! This is something I really don't like to talk about, but since I'm hoping to eventually publish a book chock-a-block with encouraging thoughts for writers including thoughts like "sometimes you have a really shitty experience, but don't give up," I'll address it.

When I wrote my first book, I very much wanted to right a wrong. I'm going to be vague about certain details because even though very few copies of this book exist, I don't want anyone to find it. It is not available in e-book form and never will be. 

The lightly fictionalized version of the story goes a little bit something like this.

There was an author. We'll call her Diana Desrosiers because that sounds like a name that an author who writes paranormal romance would have. Diana was an extremely sensitive lady who had never received much understanding from the people in her life. She was struggling with undiagnosed ADHD and improperly treated PTSD. Diana didn't like herself very much. She felt like she couldn't do anything right. She made the mistake of thinking she had to have a man in her life to be complete, and she almost always chose awful men who abused her.

When she was younger, Diana really wanted to be a musician. She was not innately gifted in this area. Her parents fought against the idea of her becoming a musician. They even went so far as selling all her instruments including the piano she had loved like a member of the family. Diana's parents didn't like her husband (let's call him Ivan) very much either. In fairness to Diana's husband, he did try to be a good guy, but there was too much hurt inside both of them for things to work out right. However, they made a commitment to being good parents to their son, whom we'll call Tristin. They consider each other to be family and will always be there for each other.

Diana really wanted to mend the rift between herself, Ivan, and her parents for Tristin's sake as much as her own. So the family went to counseling together. It didn't help. The only thing Diana remembered about the sessions was her father saying that she was the least musically talented person in the family. At that point, Diana, who had been struggling to maintain her belief in herself, gave up on music altogether. She has never touched a musical instrument since that day. She was twenty-five years old then. She is now approaching sixty.

Diana didn't know what to do with herself without music. One evening, she and Ivan went to dinner at a cafe they liked. There was a palm reader there, and Diana decided she wanted a reading, hoping it might give her a sense of direction. Diana said she'd always wanted to be a musician but didn't feel very hopeful about it right now.

The palm reader said music didn't seem to be the right path for Diana, but there was a very strong indication that she could be successful with writing. This made Diana happy. She had always excelled in writing when she was in school. Except for one teacher who was a total asshole, her teachers always praised her abilities. She wrote stories to help her feel better when she was being bullied at school, which was most of the time. Diana thanked the palm reader. Her path was clear now.

Diana wrote a little of this and a little of that, but she didn't have a clear goal in mind. Most of her writing was rather depressive because she was extremely depressed. She submitted her writing to a few publications, but it wasn't what they were looking for. 

One night Diana had a very vivid dream, and she decided she'd write a book about a lonely author in a bad marriage who falls in love with a seductive, reluctant vampire. Diana and Ivan's marriage wasn't going very well by this point, and she wanted to take her mind off how lousy her life felt. We'll call Diana's author character Amanda. Amanda's husband is Leland and the seductive vampire is Samir. We'll call her book The Beauty Within. 

Diana's story wasn't a bad story, but she didn't quite know what to do next. She didn't have all the amazing tools available to indie authors today. She didn't know how to query an agent or where to submit her work. She was distracted from her book for a time as her marriage to Ivan fell apart and she had to go back to work to support herself and Tristin. 

For a long time, Diana only wrote fan fiction. She had pretty well given up on the idea of becoming a published author. By the way, fan fiction is real writing. Ornery Owl is not one of those snobs who derides fan fiction as a lesser form of writing. Sure there is some garbage fan fiction out there, but there are also some garbage books published by large publishing houses. There is also some very well-written fan fiction that kicks the crap out of certain popular books that Ornery Owl is too polite to name. There is some great fan fiction that kicks the hell out of a certain movie that Ornery Owl is not too polite to name, that being the trash fire known as Alien 3.

Sorry, I digress. Let us return to the story of Diana the Hopeful Author.

Diana had always been very interested in the spirit world and practices such as channeling. One of her maternal great-grandfathers often saw ghosts, including people who were close to death but had not released their material bonds yet. Diana had only seen one ghost, but she sometimes had precognitive dreams and sometimes sensed things she shouldn't have been able to know but turned out to be true. Diana was empathic and had a sensitive soul. 

One day Diana learned about a young man in the underground music scene who had committed suicide by putting a shotgun to his head. We'll call him Niklas. The more she read about Niklas, the more she felt the way his death was treated as "something cool" was wrong. She reached out to Niklas and, it would seem, contacted him. She wanted to help him tell his story. She felt that she could revive The Beauty Within and incorporate it with Niklas' story, hoping that when people read the story they would see Niklas as a real person and not as the "icon of darkness" they'd made him into.

Although Diana's heart was in the right place, the way she went about enacting her goal was erroneous. She should not have used Niklas' real name or the real circumstances of his death when she wrote the story. She should not have revealed that she believed she had been in contact with his spirit. Diana received death threats from certain fans of the extreme metal genre. She had female fans of Niklas contacting her to ask her to put them in touch with him. The things some of these ladies said could make even the spirit of the late John C. Holmes blush. Ornery Owl will not repeat them here.

Diana also made the mistake of becoming involved on a personal level with some of the book's fans. These were troubled people and Diana's self-esteem was already fragile. To add diarrhea icing to the manure cake, Diana had spent thousands of dollars on a POD publisher only to pull the book from production because she could no longer deal with the death threats, lechery, and frenemies made from releasing this badly-advised book. 

Diana did not think she would ever write again and for a long time, she didn't. Then she slid back into writing fan fiction. 

Diana once thought she would become a FAMOUS AUTHOR and would salvage the reputation of a troubled young man who didn't deserve to remain infamous following his unfortunate suicide. At this point, she is not trying to become a FAMOUS AUTHOR. She is happy enough to be just an author. She has self-published a few of her stories on Amazon.

Ornery Owl Says:

Opening your greatest points of vulnerability to a large audience can be costly. It nearly cost me not only my craft but my life. It took me years to get over the pain inflicted by this experience. 

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Here's what I was listening to while I crafted this post. No, Odysee, I will never be That Asshole who enables autoplay.

Here's the link in case you can't see the player.

D is for Dementia


Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

I can no longer ignore the fact that my mother is showing signs of cognitive decline.

I finally emailed my brother to report my observations to him.

My mother still drives, which is a terrible idea. She has reported getting lost, turning onto a busy road that I feel like I’m taking my life in my hands driving on.

I live 125 miles from my mother. Visiting her is a 6-hour round trip. My own health isn’t great.

I hope to convince my mother to move closer to me so my son and I can check on her more easily.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Free use image by Willgard Krause on Pixabay

Tuesday, April 4, 2023

C is for Cashing In My Chips


Image by Tobias Dahlberg from Pixabay

It's a computer chip, geddit?

I considered cashing in my chips with this post, but then I thought, I’ve already written a couple thousand words today. Surely a hundred more won’t be that big of a deal.

I’m not entirely sure I’m going to see this project through. Quitting won’t be some sort of admission of defeat. It will simply be an acknowledgment that I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. I’m already writing a 30,000–50,000 word novella for potential publication by Totally Bound. I’m writing a poem a day. Not that writing these dumb drabbles is difficult, but full participation in the challenge may not be something I can manage right now.

I swear, if I write WRITE NOW one more time, Imma smack my own hand with a ruler!

Here's Beethoven's Emperor Concerto for your enjoyment.

#AtoZChallenge 2023 letter C

Monday, April 3, 2023

B is for Bully


Photo manipulation and text art by Ornery Owl
Created with a free-use image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
You are welcome to use my image, but please credit me.

The more Ornery Owl thinks about it, the more she believes the term bullying downplays the truth.

Some people think bullying is a rite of passage.

“If a kid gets bullied, it will toughen him up,” they proclaim.

“Kids need to learn to stand up for themselves.”

“Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words can never hurt you.”

This old truism is patently false.

Words can leave permanent scars on a person’s psyche.

Words can kill.

Let’s stop soft-pedaling. Bullying is abuse.

Dealing with abusers may make a person tough.

They will still have scars on the inside.

Ornery Owl has spoken.

Image by Erik Karits from Pixabay