I just have to say it – I appreciate every reader that finds his or her way to our blog. Thank you – you are the best, hands down.
Speaking of hands, do you like yours? I like mine’s. I wash my hands a lot, even when they are clean.
Have you ever thought how different your life would be without hands? Let’s write a fifty words or less story living without hands. Write with abandonment. It’s your story, and I’m interested in reading your piece of flash fiction. Here’s my fifty words or less story from the soon to be released book, “BLOWN AWAY.” Afterwards, leave your fifty words or less story in the comment box, along with a good hand-slapping high five.
My family, except my mother, woke one morning and found our hands missing. My father lost his job as a pianist; my sister lost her hand modeling job, and me, my life as a pro bowler, gone.
Frustrated, we blamed Mom.
“Hey!” She screamed, “Don’t go pointing fingers at me.”
If you loved this story, make sure to check out the soon-to-be-released book, “Blown Away.” And by the way, check out this funny video, A Short Story About Hands, by Casey Donahue. It’s the best…hands down.
HURT PEOPLE, HURT PEOPLE
You’ve heard the saying: “Hurt people, hurt people.” In other words, bullies are really just cowards. Look at their victims. Their prey is someone who is trying to find themselves in our big old world. And social media, which isn’t sociable at all, is a sure hangout for these oppressors.
As a member of the Goodreads community, I discovered that this is one of the best places on the internet for bullies. These aggressors pretend to be interested in reviewing books. However, their real intention is to be crude and cruel with their reviews.
Most authors would be okay if a reviewer didn’t like his or her book. But for a reviewer to make a showy display of their disdain for a book, just to solicit laughs at the expense of the author – well, that’s not humorous. That’s bullying.
Last week I encountered a pact of bullies on Goodreads. A young author who had written her second novel was viciously attacked by, one would imagine, the Leader, for when I pointed out that her review was more of an attack than just a simple review, the Leader’s followers came out bearing their claws. No doubt, the Leader sent direct messages crying on the shoulders of her minions to come to her rescue. And they did.
About fifteen of her followers attacked me. Some of them even flagged my two comments. I guess telling someone to seek therapy because they’re reacting irrational is considered an attack. However, the mean spirited review towards the young author’s book and the insulting rants they hurled at me – one of them even called me a troll – I guess were compliments.
Cue the knight in shining armor! Out comes one author guy who sees a chance to maybe impress the ladies and maybe, just maybe, make a quick book sale. He claims I have a fragile ego, and I suffer from insecurities that are suffocating me. His advice: “I should move to a world where only flowery reviews are written.” What?
Why did these people think it was wrong for me to review the reviewer, but it was okay for the reviewer to hatefully attack and try to destroy a budding author’s chance at success?
Cognitive Blindness. We experience cognitive blindness when we are either too macro-focused or too micro-focused. Either way, being aware of our surroundings is imperative.
I asked the Leader of this band of misguided souls: did she take into account the feeling of the author? She bluntly replied, “I don’t care what the author thinks of my review.”
People, like the ones that attacked the young author, are incapable of making their light shine bright. So they do what comes natural to them: they dim the light of others.
I wish the best for the young author and those like her on Goodreads. But in my humble opinion, Goodreads is where authors go and die. There is no life in most of its members. It’s a haven for tyrants. I don’t have a sore spot for bad reviews; I have a soft spot in my heart for the victims of bullies. So, with that said, I bid a farewell to Goodreads and its band of tormenters.
And my rating for Goodreads is:
STEPHEN KING: The Master Time-Waster
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Stephen King is not a good author. Stephen King is a terrible author. Stephen King is long-winded, repetitive, and most of all, selfish.
When you read a book, you want to enjoy it. Savor it. Learn something new, appreciate life more.
And you know what’s so special about books? They can make you appreciate life more, without taking your life away.
When confronted with a 500, 700, and with Under the Dome, a 1088 page novel, how can you learn to experience life when you spend all of it reading someone else’s novel?
Hey. Maybe I want to spend all my time reading, you say.
What if the novel sucks?
If you read one Stephen King book, you’ve read them all. A crime, some paranormal horror story, sex, murder, drama…then a weak twist at the end that’s supposed to make you feel like you’ve read a good story.
However, I do believe Mr. King can be a talented writer. Among the trash he has offered through the years, only one pearl stands: Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption, a story that has not only entertained, but has revealed great insights about life and humanity. Oh, but after the popular, empty pages that carry such names as The Long Walk, The Stand, and Christine, King became an puppet for modern audiences worthless appetites for commercialized “literature.”
But King is not the only one. It’s a trend – a virus – quickly spreading throughout authors today who pump out large amounts of garbage, not taking in account the lives of 90% of their readers: hard-workers who are trying to live their own lives, who wish to enjoy good literature…not lazy words on a page. Too many pages.
People don’t have time or the desire to inflate your already overinflated ego, Mr. King.
Life: As Fragile As Dust is a much better novel than Stephen King will ever write. Tight, powerful prose that gets straight to the point, and leaves an impact more than the bubblegum fiction of most of today’s authors. Do yourself an extreme favor, and read Life: As Fragile As Dust.