Personal Reflections

Creative writings

I am standing at the water’s edge looking at an ocean that is still and chill. A faint wind embraces my face, bringing a tear to my eye. As I turn my head, seagulls are making headway close to the water’s surface; some landing, others taking off. They are the Plain Fowls, nothing extraordinary or even handsome about them, but they sure know how to live and survive.

Daytona, my dog, has taken off on its own, running way down the beach. It had a stick in its mouth the last time I saw it. Did I say “fetch!”? If so, I’ve been overruled by deep-seated passions that should only serve to remind me of my own hunger. She knows this area better than most; there is only a network of little paths and bushes separating our cabin from the ocean-side – no traffic to worry about. I could go to sleep and not worry, surely I’d find Daytona sleeping out on the front porch in the morning.

“Oh there she is!” I almost shout, and Daytona isn’t what I have in mind. This little fishing boat out there has kept me spellbound for what seems like hours as of late. It keeps emerging from the early morning fog, looking like it doesn’t belong. I’ve checked with everyone back at the harbor, and she positively hasn’t anchored there or made her presence known. A ghost ship? A spy ship? What is there even to catch so close to the shore? She cannot be out further than one mile.

Pondering to go back to the cabin to fetch my binoculars, I am distracted by a loud sound. Well, it is faint because of the distance, but nonetheless intrusive because of its aggressive tone. A huge transport vessel seems to be in the same lane as this obscure fishing boat, and the larger vessel wants her to get out of its way. Like now! “Whooooom! Whooooooom!”

Novelty Fiction

Yesterday, I was busy working on the online bookstore, which is open to all published and self-published authors. I also created this feedback form to easily sign up for Novelty Fiction’s free services.

Crossing my Mind

Libido is the gift that keeps giving. It is the master. But not the only master, as the other ones – like sleepiness, hunger, and the urge to suddenly use one’s muscles by lifting someone or even jumping up and down, dancing, or hugging a complete stranger also demand their share. Rational as we may try to be, we are learning to deal with the sensual being inside of us. Once mastered, once satisfied, we can move forward in harmony and balance.

It is interesting to see how people approach their goals in different ways. I find the possibilities for self-publishing books and e-books overwhelming. Some people seem to be like fish in the water, promoting themselves with ease; others just put their wares out there, then let people find these works themselves. I wonder how much (or how little) anyone is selling.

It is my Today’s Theory that most self-published authors and many published authors can benefit from having an agent or literary representative to look out for their interests on a daily basis.

At least, the technology appears to be working. It is astonishing how someone apparently has always thought of everything. With all these machines and tools at our fingertips, many of them free, how can we get the devices to work to our advantage, as opposed to getting absorbed or even crushed by them?