Sunday, July 30, 2023

Introducing the Introduction to my Latest Memoir Attempt


I'm making another attempt at writing a memoir, and this time I have a strategy to help me stay on target. Read the sample from the intro to learn more!

This may be THE book I need to write. I am a storyteller by both trade and by nature. Most of the stories I’ve had published (also most of the stories I haven’t had published) are of the fictional variety. The old saying “the truth is stranger than fiction” is no lie. My life has been exceedingly strange and often brutal. Many times the pain already cutting to the core of my soul was made all the sharper by a phenomenon called limerence.

How sharper than a serpent’s tooth...

Psychologist Dorothy Tennov coined the term limerence in her 1979 book, Love and Limerence: The Experience of Being in Love. The phenomenon is discussed extensively by Anna Runkle, AKA The Crappy Childhood Fairy, on her YouTube channel.

The rest of the intro is available on my subscriber platforms. You have a choice of:

Odysee for 100 LBC (approximately $1).

Ream for $5 per month.

Substack for $5 per month.

Ream and Substack both give you access to any other material I publish on either platform. Substack is a blog and Ream offers ebooks. The Odysee post would be a one-off purchase. This is a better choice for someone who doesn't want to commit to a subscription but would like to offer a little monetary support.

"Yeah, but Ornery, who wants to read a depressing book about your depressing life?"

Fair enough. Feast your eyes on these fine options instead!

Lil DeVille's five-flame scorcher, The Liberation of Mac MacCarrick, is just one of the spicy stories in the Hot and Sticky anthology, to be released on August 1st. Pick up your copy here:

Proceeds benefit ProLiteracy.

It may be hot in the Jungle of Kled, but the characters in C. L. Hart's Lovecraftian fantasy adventure, The Quest for Captain Sammy's Treasure, aren't getting up to anything amorous. They just want to grab the treasure and get out of there as quick as possible, but a hideous colossus stands in their way. Find out what Sammy and his friends do, and check out the other swashbuckling tales in Pirate Gold too.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Free use image from Pixabay

"I saw you hiding that Hot and Sticky anthology in your spell book, Harry."
"I'm a year older than your son, Ornery*. I can read smut books if I want to. Just don't tell Dumbledore, or he'll steal it."

*My son is 33.

Wednesday, July 5, 2023

Insecure Writers Support Group 5 July 2023


Image by Anja from Pixabay

July 5 question - 99% of my story ideas come from dreams. Where do yours predominantly come from?

Doubts. Fears. Movies. Songs. Stories. Television programs (The Twilight Zone was a big inspiration for me.) Trauma. Nightmares.

I wrote a poem about this very subject, which was published in an anthology called Soul Ink on June 23 of this year. You can read it here if you're so inclined.

Here's a humdinger of a dream that I had last night. Being lost and needing to get somewhere is one of my recurring dreams. Also, I was highly anxious about a dental appointment to replace a filling that had come loose. I got through it, but when I say nervous, I don't mean a little jittery. I mean Defcon 5-level threat of a panic attack. I took a 5 MG Valium tablet before the appointment. It did nothing more than slightly reduce my blood pressure. 

For those of you who are sensitive about salty language, you might want to give this part of the post a miss. There is also a brief discussion of third-degree sexual assault without any graphic descriptions.

I dreamed I was lost and trying to find my car so I could take it to the mechanic. For reasons unknown, I had parked it and then wandered to a woman’s office. She may have been a lawyer, but I’m not entirely sure. A cop came in behind me.

As I was walking down the steps, a group of children hurried over and started playing on them. The steps were old, and the concrete had gone cattywampus. I said “Excuse me” as I made my way past. There was a little dark-haired girl watching me disdainfully, and I suspected she might say something rude. I wasn’t disappointed.

“Why do you have to be obese?” she demanded.

“Oh shut up, you stupid child,” I shot back, far more aggravated at having to deal with her snotty attitude and the precarious trip down the crumbling stairs than ashamed of my body. My reaction is actually a breakthrough, but I was too anxious and irritated to appreciate it.

I was having a hell of a time finding my car. A heavyset Latino fellow, probably in his late 20s or early to mid-thirties offered to help, but he ended up perving on me, putting his arms around me and grinding his groin against my backside. I told him I didn’t need his help and ordered him away from me. He called me a bitch and left.

I was going to say I didn’t know anyone who fits this description, but then I realized I did. When I was working at the local McChoke and Puke at 16 years old, there was an assistant manager who liked to make time with the high school girls. I gave him a ride home one night, and he proceeded to grope me. This was doubly creepy as he was dating one of my friends.

In the dream I thought to myself, this must be what it felt like to have dementia. I was lost and couldn’t remember the streets I’d been down. (Hell, in real life I get lost in parking lots if I don’t manage to park close to the store!) I needed to get to my car if I was going to get it to the mechanic before the shop closed.

I woke up feeling a nervous wreck.

I have been having a lot of repressed memories break through this month. On the upside, if I remember it I can deal with it. On the downside, this is shit I really didn’t want to remember.

Repressed memories are like the Whizzo Quality Assortment. You never know what kind of nasty surprise you're going to get next.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Ulrich B. from Pixabay