I worked hard to achieve steps to becoming a better writer. I didn’t start out with flavor or flow. I started with a goal and steps I took to achieving that goal were being a reader and writing habitual.
I fail a lot. But I don’t worry about failure being a stop gap to me achieving my goals. I look at failure as progress. You have to try. You have to make the attempt or you’ll get no where to achieving what you want to build.
I know when I’m not progressing because I’m not trying.
“Build a life. You don’t need a vacation from.” – Rob Hill Sr.
There are somethings in life you have to do. There are somethings that just have to get done when you don’t want to do them. But, is the sum total of life supposed to be this way?
Maybe.
Why would a dude. Do something he doesn’t want to do when he doesn’t want to do it? Well because there is a result that would follow afterward that is the result he wants.
Peace. Happiness. An end to bullshit situation. I’m thinking about this shit a lot lately because mainly I want to put myself in a situation eventually where I won’t have to think of a vacation.
I would be in a situation that was indicative of the kind of life I would enjoy with those same type of vacation vibes.
I’m still looking for that sweat spot of writing, work and the natural high of living.
I am an artist to my core. Always have been always will be. Creating and crafting art gives me life. It adds joy and energy to me. But this isn’t the legacy entirely I want to leave behind.
I don’t fear death. I never have. I have my beliefs about it and an after life but in all honesty I really didn’t fear death even before I came to my own beliefs about it. I didn’t fully understand why that is until I started reading philosophy and really examining the weirdness of why I don’t fear dying.
Death isn’t something to fear at all. It’s like fearing the sun rising and setting and the end of this universe whinning down to nothing.
I fear. No. I HATE wasting time. I hate having to figure out to late I wasted a day on some bullshit I could have not done and I could have spent a day finishing writing a book, playing on my keyboard or shooting the shit with my brother or doing another shift at my day job.
I hate wasting time. I have a purpose. I know who I am and I know where I have been and I know my death is scheduled in my Callander in the mid to late century so I want to leave something behind before I go the way of my ancestors. Yes. I am an old fuck.
I like maps. I like knowing where I am going and having a reference point to go by to get where I need to be. That’s what I want my legacy to be. I want to be a map maker. A guy that gives advice, encouragement and wisdom to people that are where I was in life or help them avoid the traps I had to dig my way out of. I’m not about bring more bullshit into this fucking world.
I’m NOT an altruistic guy either. (Altruism is some bullshit too but I’ll save that for another post) I just know what it’s like having to figure my way out of shit and nobody giving a damn to teach me or knowing how to tell me where the fucking traps where ahead in life. Some people will take my advice or encouragement. Some people can tell me to go fuck myself. I’m cool either way.
Alright what is this photo telling you. There is a story here. In every article of clothing and in the very way she leans at an angle toward the camera. The gaze. The expression of one eye brow raised.
She is relaxed but posed and focused. Nothing is out of place. Everything fits and there is a story.
Interview with Kaiah Lewis best selling author of I birthed Twelve kids and run my own damn business and Boss Bitch in Charge.
GuardianDogg: First off, I want to say you have a lovely home and very welcoming family. How you are doing today?
Kaia Lewis: Thank you. I’m quite good. My daily morning Yoga ritual was fantastic and energizing afterwards I had a lovely writing session just before your arrival. I am ready for this interview to get going.
GD: Let’s dive in then. When did you realize you wanted to be a Boss bitch? Have you always had an entrepreneur spirit?”
KL: Well yes. Though I didn’t realize my full potential until my husband obtained his first million, before then I was just a house wife with three children. Those were fun adventurous times writing on my blog and doing freelance writing gigs. I was eighteen at the time.
GD: Humble beginnings. You have a very strong pose in your writing. How long did it take for you to develop it in your writing career/business?
KL: Oh I would say right around my sixth child and my husband got into investing in the hotel business that my writing took off. I got into my stride and I started getting book deal offers suddenly and here we are.
GD: Indeed. Who is your inspiration as a writer and boss? Who has cultivated you to the success you are now? Are you a self made genius?”
KL: Oh no. I would say my husband of course. He is a very busy man between doing business deals around the world and being a father of twelve. But, he always seems to find time to blow my back out on my birthday every year with the same energy and passion he did when I was eighteen. I find that inspiring.
GD: Really?! That is amazing. Such dedication and punctual timing.
KL: I agree. Of course sense I am his personal asistent in control of his schedule I always put it in his Callender of course. I always make a commitment on my part to make sure our busy schedules line up just right.
My world building started out with this muck up design of a world of mist and colorful character center piece one off stories. I didn’t intend from the jump to craft the world or knew entirely where I was going all I had was the characters and a need to just figure out where hell everything was.
I was learning as I was going forming the world by the prospectives of the charecters. The method remains so and carries on with one new addition into 2.0….
My characters old and new interactions with one another is demystifying the world. The lingo and the verbal exchanges are telling of the world they in habit. Now. It’s time to add a little noir into the mix.
Why? Well in general Noir is a element of cyberpunk fiction I have not dived into really adding to the flavor of my world only in parts. It will be a challenge and my pose will have to come up poetic and descriptive elegance but I enjoy the thought of the challenge and besides all that…it’s time to upgrade. Degradation is a modern art form I’m on a diet of currently.
Some people hate action movies. Some people prefer romantic comedies. The small minority of today prefer books as their go too art/entertainment.
The Rings of Power is a Television show made by modern day writers. The themes cater to a proticular audience…..
I’m not in that audience. The shit wasn’t made for me so I don’t give a fuck about it.
That audience exists and they will watch and enjoy every second of the art that I view as shit.
I don’t really hate on people that like the shit or think it’s high art. I find the shit interesting because it brings hope to my mind that rich fuckers didn’t just spend a fucking truck full of money just to blow it all on cocain fantastic visions about an audience that would love the fuck out of it.
Realistically speaking the makers of Rings of Power were shooting for the fan base of traditional fans of the Lords of the Rings. They missed from the jump of the first fucking trailer and didn’t have a flying fuck of succeeding because……
They weren’t fans to begin with and it was always about the money. But, they have their audience just not the one they were shooting for.
Disney/Marvel produced a show about She Hulk.
I am a fan of SheHulk. I saw the first trailer. I couldn’t get past how fuck ugly She-hulk looked and then the resting bitch face of the actor that plays She-hulk in normal bitch mode. I knew this shit wasn’t for me. I found who it was for and heard a dude say that fucking ugly green CGi-fuck ugly-jolly green giant was sexy….
I’m not mad at the dude for saying he’s fucking banana balls crazy. I am relieved in a weird way that the people that find this shit amazing and awesome exist….I know who this shit is for….the normal general public.
The normal general public loves this form of entertainment. I maxed out a long fucking time ago. This shit wasn’t made for me. It was made for consumers these products.
For the next decades. Marvel will bring out a ton of this shit and the normal folks will watch every last bit of the shit and enjoy it all. I got no shade for Marvel now because people are buying it. Consuming Disney SheHulk and Marvel movies are how normal people have fun…..
I traded blows with the blond bitch as we finally landed on the city street on top of a car. I rolled off at the same time she did and circled around to her. The Bitch backed up shooting lightning element at me from fingers.
I dodged rolled and came close to her before some asshole tackled me to the ground and started punching me with iron heavy fits. I kneed the clown in the nuts and back kicked him up in the chest knocking him.
Lightning hit me in the chest knocking me back to crusier. My body crushed into the side. I grunted from the pain and then Dallas was in front of me blasting the blond bitch’s lightning back with his element of snow and lightning from his eyes.
I used the crusier to get myself back up to my feet. “Your trying to help me against your girlfriend. I’m flattered.”
“Ex-girlfriend.” Dallas said and grimanced. “I can’t hold this bitch back forever. If your going to do something do it now.” He said.
I looked around for something to throw at her and then I looked at the crusier. I tested the weight to see if I could lift it and was a fit for my part but I finally was able to haul it up and throw it using my legs and a twist of my hips and sent it to her.
The blond bitch stopped attacking Dallas and started running as the cruiser came at her fast and crashed into her back and sandwiched her between another car.
“Nice work Cousin.” Cyberpunk said stepping out of nothing to appear before us in a strange outfit.
I’ll be taking it from here Cous. You and your man better get moving and enjoy your date.” He said walking toward where the blond bitch as she began pushing the cruiser off of her body.
“I’m not your damn cousin, alien and I’m not a damn elemental. Why the fuck did that asshole try to kill me?” I shouted at him.
“Come on. Don’t get caught up in their alien bullshit.” Dallas said.
Dallas took my hand and started pulling away to his fancy black crusier. Cyberpunk didn’t turn just waved me away with a backward hand.
“We’ll talk later little Cous. Short story is…your more then you think you are. You two run along and have sex. It’s a nice night to get laid. I might sneak over to my old lady’s place for a booty call. I’ll catch you later.” He said.
Sex?! Yeah. Sex. Fuck this shit. I hopped into the cruiser passenger side as Dallas hoped in the driver’s seat and took off down the street and then straight up into the Skyways.
I turned to Dallas. “What the fuck is going on?”
Dallas stared at the road. “The fuck I know? My guess the Aliens are fighting about some new bullshit issue and decided we have something to do with it. So Shena. You have a fantastic body. You must be sore from all that fighting and stuff. How about I give you a nice full body massage before we get down to business?”
I couldn’t believe this guy. He was extremely likeable. It was a pity I had to kill him afterward. I needed the other half of my pay after losing my dress. I had to wonder at how calm he was taking everything. “You don’t seem that unnerved by everything. This a usual day for you?”
Dallas grimanced and waved a dismissive hand he later placed on my leg. While he used his other hand to drive. “Not all the time. You handled yourself pretty well though. I’ll make it up to you. I give excellent massages.”
Yeah. This was too normal. I felt to comfortable with this man touching me. I knew without doubt in my mind.
“So…Shena Waters. Was she your wife or girlfriend?”
Dallas frowned shaking his head. “Neither. I was born and raised nomad before my pack folded. But, the old ways kept with me and you agreed with them. Your are my mate.”
“Your mate is dead. I’m her clone and my name is SheRoar.” I said.
Dallas robbed my leg. “I don’t give a damn what you call yourself. Just as long as your mean I’m good. Did I mention I have money and I’m Authority?” He said moving his hand up my leg.
Hmm. “How much money? I need a new dress and wardrobe.” I asked him.
Dinner had been short partly because we were dancing around in stupid conversation the whole evening along just to get going to his place and getting to hit the backboard. I did for a second think I was going to kill him before I had a little fun but I decided to fuck it and have a little fun and maybe dig through his files in his home office to get a lead on where the fucker that killed Waters’ sister was hiding.
Though there could be a strong possibility the fucker was dead and Waters was in denial. I washed my face in the mirror frowning as I noticed my hair change again to a dirty green color. Hmm. I would need to see the doc about that.
The lights flickered out. I stood in darkness for second and felt somebody behind me. I spun out of the way as lights flickered on for a second and went out I saw the black armored assassin with a lazor blade tried to back stab me.
The lights flickered on from somewhere. I looked around at nothing but empty space and darkness and the fucking assassin.
“Will me your element.”
I frowned at him. “I’m a clone you stupid alien. I have no elements to give you. Your mistaken about-” I leaped up and over his head summersulting over him as he sent a burst of black snow and lightning at me.
He turned slicing my dress up and down the middle until I stood in my bra and panties giving me a long wound across my belly and breast. I snarled in a rage. “That fucking dress cost me half my fee you fucking clown. I’m going to take it out on your ass.”
The assassin moved but I was quicker grabbing his blade and snapping it in half. I came at him as he stared in shock at his weapon for a second. His hesitation gave me the edge I needed to stab him in the chest picked him up and flung him flying into the void until I heard something break against his body and the black void blinked out and I returned to the restroom.
I felt dizy from the blood loss and the rush of the trip back to normal space/time and fell to the floor as I felt a rush of burning. Damn. This was it. I didn’t even get a chance to get my back blown out. The burning spread all over my body. I felt a mixture of pain and rush of energy.
My vision faded as I saw a strange looking man with numbers on his face grinning down at me. “Yo. What’s up Cous. Damn, I thought you were dead, bitch. The jump start is about to kick in. Get ready. It hurts like a sum-a-bitch!”
My head hurt like a sum-a-bitch as I felt my mind coming out of a fog state. I opened my eyes to the sight of a white tiled ceiling and sounds of a steady beeping heart monitor to the right side of the hospital bed I was laying on. I was naked but for a hospital gown on my body. I tried to lift my right arm but a heavy wrist strap. I tried my other wrist and the same wrist lock was attached there as well.
I examined the chains tied to the wrist locks. They were pretty heavy but I gave them a little more of a tug and I heard them break. I didn’t get up just yet because someone was coming into the room.
I lay back calmly. A man in dressed in a lab jacket, dress shirt and slacks with silver bright eyes behind thick glasses and a nervous smile came in followed by a man dressed in a dark suit with amber gold eyes and snide smile.
“Miss. Shena Waters. Happy Birthday. Your client who ordered you is here to collect you.”
Hmm. I was clone then. A clone of who though was the question. Why had they chained me though?
I looked at the man. “What service did you need me to perform? Mr…” I said pretending to focus on him while I could sense the Doctor bringing out a device of some kind as he moved to my right closer to the bed.
“I am Hank Waters. You are my sister’s clone. I had you engineered to, be stronger, faster, deadler then the most powerful elementals.. You are going to kill a man that got her killer off out of prison. You have one job. Well two. Kill Lilly’s murder and his lawyer Dallas Page. I don’t care in what order you do it.”
I nodded and then moved fast springing out of the bed grabbing the device from the doctor and shoving him aside across the room. I held up the device examining it and the timer on it. “Looks pretty dangerous to me. You were planning on using this to keep me in line instead of paying me.”
Waters blinked and smiled an honest amused smile. “Yeah. I thought about threatening you to do the job with your life. This is much more to my liking though.. 200ebs. How’s that sound?”
“If you mean 200k ebs then you got a deal. I think you can afford it sense cloning is a costly enterprise. Deal? I want it in writing?”
Waters nodded. “Deal. You’ll have it writing. Half now. The other half when the job is done. Happy Birthday Shena. I’m glad your still reasonable.”
I shook my head. “The name is She-Roar. What kind of protection this lawyer has. Must be pretty big.”
Waters shook his head. “Nothing bad you can’t handle. He’s only an archetype for one of the dragons. All you have to do is get close to him and kill him then go after my sister’s killer.”
I nodded and held out my hand. “Money first. Then I’ll get on that.”
It gets into the flow and ideas behind just getting started in writing. I use as examples my latest writing Blue Technomancer as an example of the importance on always have a notebook or phone handy for inspiration and being open to the fact you always have to rewrite but everything begins with just starting out.
We don’t believe or follow the modern ways of things. We are La Rue. We have our own way. It is the duty of a La Rue to carry on the Legacy, heritage and traditions of our tribe. You will be required to add on to our legend and advance the legacy of our story to the next generation to come. Once you set about this course there is no turning back. Welcome to the tribe..
I figured that I really need to just focus on finishing one book at a time. I can get out a short story here and there but I have to be careful of this. I love writing four swords but it’s turning into a full on book that takes to much of my time and it’s too damn long to put up online. I’ll gather what I have and finish it out in a ebook.
I’m finding it harder to keep my short stories real short now. I just end up writing down more then two hundred words with it and I find it harder to keep it short. I’m going to finish it but it will take me full days on my off days to get it done.
I loved writing Blue Jumper but I could have explored more and gone longer with it. I’m at version 001 but I’m going to extend it when I can.
I like how the Dawn of the Supers series is coming along. It’s my favorite series so far because of the challenges the stories have given me. It’s a fun little sci-fi action adventure read.
Currently I am focused on Styx Shade. The writing style is a challenge for me but I embrace it. I’m taking a break from strange dreams Alex and will pick it back up when I’ve finished Styx Shade book 1.
I’m close to finishing La Rue the knight. But it will take time on my off days. I have a direction for it but I just need the off days to get the work done.
Days Gone Dogg 