Friday JohnKu- AKA TGIF

 

a resolution

Friday is here and the best of the year is behind us. 2015 is now a reality and hopefully it will bear the fruit of the promise which we have set out as resolutions. Since this is day two of the New Year, it will be interesting to see how many of the resolutions made on the thirty-first have already gone by the wayside. I hope those that have been broken are the little ones connected with some insignificant improvements we want to make in the superficial part of our life. Hopefully, the real substantive resolutions we wish for ourselves remain intact until next December thirty-first. Today’s JohnKu (a term coined by Words4jp) is about resolutions. Hope you enjoy.

Resolutions by John W. Howell ©2015

Resolutions done,

Until weakness becomes strong. . .

Wait until next year.

Wednesday Story Day – AKA Hump Day

 

Wednesday story day again. Last week we left Billy and Frank out in front of the bank they were to hold up. Unfortunately, they arrived a couple of minutes after three o’clock on Christmas Eve and the bank was closed. This week picks up after Christmas is over and Frank and Billy once again decide to go for the easy money in the bank. They, of course, have planned ahead and know that the bank closes at three o’clock on New Year’s Eve. Since today is New Year’s Eve I want to wish you all a very Happy New Year. Now let’s join our hapless duo (sounds like a radio show) as they get ready to go into the bank. Hope you enjoy.

Bank Job III by John W. Howell ©2014

“How was your Christmas Frank?”

“Billy do you know where we are?”

“Yeah, in front of the bank that we are going to hit. Why?”

“Is this the time to talk about Christmas?”

“You against Christmas Frank?”

“Billy would you please focus. We need to go in there and get everyone on the floor.”

“I know and I have to take out the guard.”

“Okay. You ready?”

“Yes I’m ready. How was your Christmas?”

“It was great okay. Now let’s go.”

“What did you get?”

“For heaven’s sake Billy. Can’t we discuss this after while we are counting our money?”

“Give me a hint?”

“You get on my last nerve Billy but if we can get on with it here’s your hint, it’s big and bad and you can’t outrun it.”

“A dog? You got a dog?”

“No Billy. I got a new rifle now let’s go.”

“Okay Frank. You go and I’ll be right behind you. A rifle how about that?”

“Billy are you sure you have your mind on this right now?”

“I’m sure. Let’s go. Is the gun really black?”

“Damn Billy. We can’t go in there with you thinking about other things.”

“Oh okay. What do you want to do? I know how about us getting a burger?”

“Shut up Billy.”

2014 in Review – AKA a Visit to the Sydney Opera House

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for Fiction Favorites. I decided to run it and sincerely thank everyone for the 15,000 views this year and to the top commentators. So here it is.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 15,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 6 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

Ten Things Not to Do on New Year’s Eve

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Since this is Monday you should expect a Top Ten list. This week will be the same as the others for the last year. YES, here is the Ten Things Not to Do list (although a little late today). This week’s was inspired by a New Year’s Eve party I attended (or maybe many). Not saying if I was a perpetrator of any of these things, but hope you enjoy them.

Ten Things Not to Do on New Year’s Eve.

10 On New Year’s Eve, do not try to set a personal record for consumption of alcohol. If you do, at best your evening will close early. At worst, New Year ’s Day will represent your personal purgatory just begging for relief.

9 On New Year’s Eve, do not set resolutions that you think would be great to accomplish if you were a superhero. If you do, at best you will not last a week on your new plan. At worst, you will consider your failure at resolutions to among one of the many failures for the year and could need to be talked down off the ledge next New Year’s Eve.

8 On New Year’s Eve, do not think your good will to mankind feeling left over from the holidays should be demonstrated by public displays of affection for everyone. If you do, at best most will try to ignore your advances. At worst, there will one person who will think you are the new lost love that they have been searching for their whole life and will continue to stalk you for months in spite of the restraining order.

7 On New Year’s Eve, do not think your stomach deserves to be challenged with copious amounts of strange food. If you do, at best your later hours will be spent in a degree of discomfort. At worst, your stomach will get even when you least expect it.

6 On New Year’s Eve, do not think your off-key singing throughout the year will suddenly get better with the addition of Champaign. If you do, at best you will still draw the same looks you get for the rest of the year. At worst, you will begin to gather stray cats and dogs who are thinking you are calling them for dinner while singing Auld Lang Sine.

5 On New Year’s Eve, do not think your famous green monster punch will be enjoyed by everyone. If you insist everyone try it, at best your party may end early. At worst, you may be responsible for sending some guests over the edge due to  a strong allergy to green dye and Everclear and if not an allergy certainly a diminished immunity to strong drink. (hint green carpet spots never come up)

4 On New Year’s Eve do not try to surprise your significant other with a mystery destination that you promise will make the best New Year’s Eve ever. If you do, at best you may have selected a place that has some negative memories for your significant other. At worst, you may spend the entire evening lost in a strange neighborhood which will not be the best, but maybe the most memorable as the prime reason your significant other is no longer significant and not your other.

3 On New Year’s Eve, do not get all romantic if all year you act as if romance was as welcome as the measles.  If you do, at best you will look ridiculous to whomever you are with. At worst, you could cause a major upset to the person you are normally ambivalent about and could come off as someone who should be given a fine dose of pepper spray to get your attention.

2 On New Year’s Eve, do not think it a good idea to put that lampshade on your head. If you do, at best some will laugh not with you but at you. At worst, the shade is an antique given to the host by a grandmother just before her demise and now it is on the floor under your fanny after you slipped on a bottle and fell to the floor. Oh and the video on U Tube had gone viral.

1 On New Year’s Eve, do not think you have to stay up past a reasonable hour for you to retire to see the New Year in. If you do, at best the next day’s activities will be less enjoyable. At worst, you will throw off your sleep cycle which will take you several days and cups of coffee to correct not to mention falling asleep at your mother in law’s New Year’s Day family gathering and pooling drool on the damask fabric of the couch which will be your mark forever more.

Echoes of Narcissus by Jo Robinson

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Donna thought there was something wrong with her. That she was suffering from a mental illness that has caused her husband to despise her, distance himself from her, and cheat on her. She blames herself for the desolate, miserable thing that is her marriage and her life. Then she comes across a book that will change everything for her, and reading it, she discovers that there’s nothing wrong with her mind at all, but that there is something very wrong with her husband instead. Marco, she realises, is a malignant narcissist. A text book case. He has a real and documented mental disorder, and that he’s been controlling, manipulating, and abusing her for decades. The sudden full knowledge of all that he’s purposely done to her enrages her. Not sure how to leave after thirty years of what she finally knows has been intentional mental and emotional abuse from him, and believing that she has nowhere to turn, being so physically isolated, she bides her time.

Then she meets and befriends a group of unusual people who share her passion for gardening, and so begins her journey to escape. She joins her new friends in their project to assist elderly people in old age homes care for their small gardens, as well as secretly supplying those suffering from painful and terminal illnesses with medicinal herb and plant remedies, including illegal plants such as cannabis. As weeks go by, she delves into her memories, relearns what it is to be respected, liked, and loved again, and slowly she formulates a plan to safely leave her dangerous husband. But unbeknownst to Donna, Marco is in serious trouble, and has desperate plans of his own, and absolutely no regard for her safety.

** This is a work of fiction, but malignant narcissists really do exist, and it is a recognised mental illness. Unfortunately, many people never realise that they are involved with a narcissist, because their actions are so demonically bad as to be unimaginable and unbelievable, and so they spend their lives in misery, depression, fear, and isolation. If only by the accidental reading of a fictional story, I hope that this book will help even one person, unknowingly suffering narcissistic abuse, to realise that they don’t have to, and that it’s never too late to start over, be happy, be fulfilled, to love and care for yourself, and be truly loved and respected by others.

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Available now from AMAZON

Jo Robinson very recently returned to her homeland, South Africa, after having lived in rural Zimbabwe for eighteen years. Her obsessive affection for the African continent, most humans, and all creatures feathered and furred are what inspire her writing. She is the author of African Me & Satellite TV, the science-fiction/fantasy series Shadow People, and a couple of short stories, which will be free to download from Amazon from 26 to 30 December, Fly Birdie and The Visitation.

To win eBook copies of Shadow People and African Me & Satellite TV, send Jo a message from THIS page.

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt Consume

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This is Saturday and time for a Stream of Consciousness. This is a regular feature and is a result of a prompt created by Linda Hill. You can go here to read all about it and join in if you wish. http://lindaghill.com/2014/12/26/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-december-2714/  This week’s prompt is “consume” and can be used in any manner. Here is my interpretation.

Consume by John W. Howell © 2014

“What kind of soup is that?”

“Consommé why?”

“I just wondered. It doesn’t look like anything but clear brown water.”

“Figures you would say that. This is a very refined type of soup.”

“Why does that cup have two handles?”

“It’s a consommé cup. The two handles let you drink it with either hand. By the way don’t you have anything to do?”

“I was just passing by and saw you in the window.”

“And this means something?”

“I just thought you would ask me to join you. I am checked out to consume consommé.”

“Checked out? What does that mean?”

“I know how to consume consommé.”

“Who taught you?”

“You did.”

“When?”

“Just now. Hold the cup with either hand. Sip the consommé gently and have your pinky finger cocked just so. Am I right?”

“Sure. Have a seat. I’ll order you a cup.”

“Can I have a ham sandwich with that?”

“Sure.”

“And some wine?”

“Anything you want.”

“Something’s wrong?”

“You think?”

“You are being too nice.”

“Too much for you to consume?”

“I think I’ll leave. You’re mocking me.”

“Bye.”

 

 

 

Friday TGIF JohnKu

a return

 

Friday has made it again. This week seemed like it was super fast. I guess having the holidays off for most of you kept it moving along. Being the day after Christmas the main focus today is the return of all those wonderful presents you received from well-meaning folks. Sure bright green is supposed to lift your mood but not in a sweater. Yes, footed pajamas with a back door and bear motif are very comforting when you are ten years old (thanks, Aunt Helen) but now need to go back. That aftershave that knocks people off their feet and is guaranteed to lure the beautiful to your neck has no room in your current repertoire especially if you have forgotten what is expected when a beautiful person is on your neck. So it goes. All the wonderful sentiments are intact. The gifts which were to communicate them gotta go. Today’s JohnKu (a term coined by Words4jp) talks about this process. I hope you enjoy.

Back by John W. Howell © 2014

Evidence of love,

Opened and scattered around. . .

Triage done on each.

Wednesday Story Day – AKA Christmas Eve

 

a port wine

This Fire and bottle of Port are for Lisa A. Duke

Wednesday story day again. I hope everyone has finished up the Christmas shopping and can take some time to relax. Last week we left Billy asking Frank for a couple of bullets since he was a little squeamish about hitting someone with his gun. My favorite comments received were along the lines of “this will not be good.” Let’s pick up the story right where Billy has asked for the bullets and Frank responds.

Bank Job III by John W. Howell © 2014

“Billy. You are telling me you would rather shoot someone than hit them.”

“I guess so. I just can’t stand to hurt people.”

“You know shooting them hurts? Right?”

“Well, yeah but it is not the same. I don’t have to feel it.”

“Goodness a raving narcissist.”

“A what?”

“A narci─ Aw forget it. Here are the two bullets and if you shoot me with them I’ll kill ya. Also quit flashing that gun around”

“All loaded. Okay Frank. You can trust me. Thanks and Merry Christmas to you.”

“Huh? This is Christmas?”

“It’s Christmas Eve. You didn’t know that?”

“I guess it slipped my mind. Let’s go into the bank.”

“Right behind you Frank.”

“Whoa, what’s this?”

“What frank?”

“Sign says closed at three pm. What time is it?”

“Ten after three.”

“For crying out loud. Why are they closed?”

“It’s Christmas Eve Frank. Most Banks close early.”

“So while we were talking about your precious two bullets we could have been collecting the cash out of this bank?”

“I guess so. Maybe we should hit a gas station.”

“Billy. I am a finely tuned machine designed to strike terror into the hearts of bankers. Why the hell would I want to hold up a gas station?”

“Well, it is Christmas and in the holiday spirit gas stations people deserve to be terrorized too.”

“Shut up Billy.”

“Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all.”

“Shut up Billy.”

Echoes of Narcissus in the Gardens of Delight is LIVE

Jo is among the best and here is a new book to enjoy.

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Donna thought there was something wrong with her. That she was suffering from a mental illness that has caused her husband to despise her, distance himself from her, and cheat on her. She blames herself for the desolate, miserable thing that is her marriage and her life. Then she comes across a book that will change everything for her, and reading it, she discovers that there’s nothing wrong with her mind at all, but that there is something very wrong with her husband instead. Marco, she realises, is a malignant narcissist. A text book case. He has a real and documented mental disorder, and that he’s been controlling, manipulating, and abusing her for decades. The sudden full knowledge of all that he’s purposely done to her enrages her. Not sure how to leave after thirty years of what she finally knows has been intentional mental and emotional abuse from him…

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#RRBC Spotlight Author – Day Three

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Rave Reviews Book Club features an author each week. This week’s Spotlight Author is Craig S. Boyack. I am pleased to present him here on Fiction Favorites. Craig has a new book out called “The Cock of the South.” This is his first attempt at writing fantasy. It involves a group of conquered peoples banding together to ensure they have a place in the world. It is set in a Greco-Roman environment, rife with everything fans of those stories might expect. In his words then:

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I wanted to read a good dwarf story at one point. I found some really good ones, and a few that didn’t quite measure up. I returned to this theme occasionally over the course of a few years. The idea stuck with me and I decided I wanted to write one myself. Why should elves get all the love?

I stewed about a plot and characters and ultimately decided I had to bring something new to the table. I didn’t want to write another story about Nordic style dwarves. I fussed about this for months.

About this time, the television show Spartacus was winding down. I enjoyed it, and an older one called Rome. I was sad to see the Greco-Roman setting disappear back into the Hollywood vault.

That’s how I arrived at the setting for The Cock of the South. Humans inhabit the entire world. Any special peoples would certainly fill more than one valley or kingdom. They might have different styles and mannerisms, just like us, but they would spread fairly wide to be a viable species.

I still needed a plot. I stirred the sediments in my brain once more and came up with one. The story is a scoop of Exodus, spiced with a bit of “hang together or hang separately.”

I wanted to change-up a few things from standard history. It’s a fantasy after all. I decided that Remus killed Romulus and founded the nation of Remus. Things progressed in a similar manner, but not exactly the same as Ancient Rome.

The main character is one of the Southern Dwarves, who was raised in the house of a prominent Remsian citizen. He is shorter and broader than his contemporaries, so the locals nicknamed him Cobby.

Cobby’s world gets turned upside down and he must flee his home. He becomes a great point of view for readers to learn about this world they’ve stepped into.

I hope you’ll give The Cock of the South a chance. There is a pretty cool dwarf movie making the rounds right now. If you’d like more dwarves please consider my story.

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How writers go about producing a story is always an interesting topic. I love reading about the process of others. Rather than just lurk, I decided to talk about my own machinations as I wrote The Cock of the South.

I keep quick notes in an app on my phone. These are just a line or two to remind me of stray thoughts. When I keep dwelling on an idea I take out a notebook and fountain pen and expand the idea a bit. If it really sticks with me I start a storyboard.

This is my first fantasy story. Being true to the genre was important to me. I actually did mountains of research into mythology to spark my imagination. I didn’t want to rewrite one of those tales, so I stole bits and pieces to weave into my stories. I made small piles of index cards. These didn’t all get used, but I like to have notes to refresh my imagination.

It was equally important to me that I was true to the setting. Ancient Rome and Greek mythology are something readers are used to, and I wanted to use this to ground the story. I find that building fences with plot and setting serve as a governor to my imagination. The imagination flows and focuses in a different direction. My storyboard was covered with sticky notes to include more marble columns and bath houses at one point.

When it comes to characters I try to be a bit different. Hercules might be the best hero, but what if someone less qualified had to solve all the problems? I found a lost member of the Southern Dwarves who was raised by humans. His dwarven heritage has been hidden from him, and he lives as a short broad human. Because of his physical makeup the people around him nicknamed him Cobby.

I also wanted the freedom to vary some of the historical parts of the story. I stewed on this for a long time, but in fantasy the world ought to be different. It was a delicate balance to preserve the setting and believably change some elements. I dug deep into mythology and decided that Remus killed Romulus. Rome never got built and the nation of Remus took its place. This allowed me to modify weapons, change trade routes, and still keep some familiarity in the story.

I always try to challenge myself to try something new with each story. This isn’t obvious to the reader, but it’s important for my growth. In The Cock of the South, I wanted to use fairytale structure. This is a great way of telling a story, but casual readers might not pick up on everything.

Since this post is likely to be read by as many authors as readers here are some things I included. Cobby is the outsider of three brothers. Each brother represents one facet of the father. Cobby will have to master all three of these elements before he can succeed. There is a scene involving magical gifts from a friend. If you pay very careful attention, there are even seven dwarves together on one adventure. I included more elements, but this is a blog post and you’ll have to watch for others as you read the story.

I love this story, but readers will be the ultimate judge. I hope you’ll give The Cock of the South a chance. I had a great time writing it and hope you’ll enjoy reading it.

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You can follow Craig at the following places:

 

His blog, Entertaining Stories. http://coldhandboyack.wordpress.com

 

On Twitter.  https://mobile.twitter.com/Virgilante

 

You can pick up a copy of The Cock of the South at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00P4H37WC