My plans of the future

Ok. It’s again one of those once a month posts, which may seem random compared to all the regular stuff I put up on the homepage.

First thing I’d like to remind myself of to be careful about – I have began skipping words as I write. Seemingly random words seem to be missing from the texts as I write, so I need to be vigilant to check for it before I post things.

Which takes me to the posting thing!


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I have three new stories coming up soon. One, which will begin only couple of weeks from now, is named Ink Blood (the link will be active starting 9th of August), which is story about Isabel Prichard, a mermaid, whose family has moved to dry land and who, after meeting another merman aside her own family for the first time of her life, decides to go back to see with him. Of course it’s not as simple as it sounds and soon after arrival she gets pulled into time-old fight with bigger forces than mere human, or merfolk in this case. I wanted to try out a new conflict type I have not written in yet and chose a random one and well, man versus nature has been an interesting study subject and I sincerely hope you’ll like it too.

guarding-the-hell-nano-iconSecond story Guarding The Hell will replace Bar Fight and will basically continue the story about ESNN-10 space station saga with new characters and conflicts. This time the focus will be on a welding team, who have been called in to help with expanding of the station, who get pulled into political game of chess after the young chief of the welders finds his mate among the security team.  It is again LGBT story 😉 and the first two chapters are already up in case you got curious.

Pet Snake v3.pngAnd the last one, the third story was meant at first to replace the Third Law, but as Ink Blood got finished first, it will be left for a later date and probably will be added as Monday story perhaps? I don’t know right now, but all I am sure of is that it is coming soon as well. It tells a story of Debra Colvin, who starts working for Terry Dalton, whom she’s been fighting against most of the earlier year to keep Terry away while his brother, Noah Dalton and her best friend, Gina Vaughn can make their relationship official (so cliché it hurts!), because turns out the reasons, why the Terry was so against his younger brother’s relationship wasn’t about the woman not being suitable. Instead, now that he has allowed them to be together, he has a larger mess he has to get out and he decides to use Debra, the woman, whose unbeknown actions caused him to change his mind and now clean up the mess.

Yup, I’ve been busy and I must say I like it that way.

Also, I am contemplating starting a small business, a service that I don’t see much competition around. Over the past five years I’ve been researching how to fix dolls, mostly out of necessity. But lately I’ve had people say that perhaps I should take it more seriously, because they’ve seen my work. So I figured, why not? It wouldn’t be full time, for that is on concrete, and I’m not contemplating putting up a monster business, for I must have time for writing. A doll spa sounds nice though – fix hair, clean up the dolls, make them clothes…? Well, I do like making the patterns for them and making new clothes and tinkering on small details, so what have I got to lose? Probably nothing. I began a site for what I’ve worked on though, if anyone is into 1/6 scale doll clothes.


And that’s all I’ve been doing lately – dolls, writing and concrete. Oh, and some random art pieces on my RPG characters. 🙂


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Barbie bodies

You know this new thing among Barbie lovers about how for decades Barbies came in one size and now there are many body types to choose from?

Have you ever tried to switch costumes between Barbies? I don’t mean the large cut stretchy stuff you get from shop, but something that is done from a rough materials? Anyone, who has had to make doll clothes for their children can tell you – not a single one of them, if bought year apart come with the same body measurements!

I switched my Barbie’s Pivotal to the new Made To Move body. Guess if any of the pretty dresses I made for the doll previously can be used on the new body? Not a single one of them! The only thing that did go on the doll was made for a larger Rapunzel doll and it’s not even Barbie.

So, all this talk about how they came in the same size is nothing but commercial trick. They’re more like mockery women feel at clothes shops – two women can’t put on the same dress so it would sit as it should despite being the same size.

I’m 30+ and having a naked doll crises. What a first world problem to have…

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Keys to protect yourself

self-defense-with-keysWe all have keys in our pockets. So I’d like to remind a simple trick for anyone, who feels unsafe out there in the world – your keys.

What prompt me to share this image, is reading yet another article, where the comments below express surprise over “insecurities of women” and how surprised they are people “actually do this”.

First – it has nothing to do about being a woman. Anyone, who feels threatened can use this quite easily and safety doesn’t care, who you are. Secondly – yes, we do use them like this, because times have changed and I rather risk scratching some potential harasser, who doesn’t take a no as an answer than shoot him dead and go to jail for it.

This was taught to me by a policeman when I was 9 years old (that is more than two decades back). Given, I had no keys back then, and I have no idea why he showed it to me, but I have never forgotten the lesson. When I was working with an ex-security man, he always asked me, why I would carry my keys in my pocket instead of my bag. Seems logical to put them deeper where thief has hard time getting them, right? Until I showed him, why, that I never let go of them in the first place.

I have been attacked before. Several times, even, but that’s the story of being human. So I can vouch on this method – it works. I always carried extra key or two along the rest of my necessity keys, because this way I had one key between my every knuckle. On both occasions the guys were too drunk and simply “joking” around. On both occasions I walked home at night after work and keys set in my pocket between my knuckles. Both cases ended up with them being scratched enough to pull back, giving me enough time to get to safety.  The last time I later realized I’d bent up my room key while doing it. I have never been happier to pay that fee to replace that key. It could have been me instead.

The point is – it is illegal in most parts of the world these days to carry a knife or fire arm. And even if you do – you can easily be sued, not to mention your own guilt over hurting another human being. I know that doesn’t make sense, but you will feel sick for being put in a situation, where you had to hurt someone. The keys help to support your hand as good as knuckles. Unless you want some bulky thing in your pocket – if you hold them right (for that – click on the image and it will take you to the self-defense site talking about this), they will save your life without having that senseless fear in the back of your mind if poking your attacker with a knife was a good idea or not.

Don’t be stupid! Use this, give yourself some protection!

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What next?

We lost our beloved dog on Friday and it is giving me mixed feelings. She was sixteen, but her health had gone downwards for quite some time, so I knew this was coming. I’m sad, but at the same time relieved that she isn’t suffering anymore. So as much as I keep thinking back that if she hadn’t had her epilepsy attacks four in a row when she hadn’t had any since beginning of this year, she would have pulled through this spell too, it kinda was clear this time she won’t make it. It was sunny day though, and she fell asleep in my lap.

So I have been keeping away from internet for a while, because after stating it, thank you all for your kind words, when I returned, I saw another ending coming soon. Turns out my story Rare Pearl is ending with this month, too. I have made it into my policy not to post anything that doesn’t have an ending, but still the ending managed to sneak by me without noticing.

I’m now split in two – I have the next Gargoyle series book ready to go through the editing and be set up on the homepage. Or I could post a short story which would lead to the book after the next book. How do they usually put those 0.5 books in between the main series? It is sort of a prologue, but no matter how I look at it, I do want to post it. I guess I’ll look into it and see how others have solved the question. It’s just odd, in lack of better term – the crossroad.

A lot of feeling this week-end. That’s all.

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About the unfair prices of ebooks.

After I received yet another comment on my 3.99 book how “you should lower the price”, it has really made me doubt the validity of the entire fair.

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I know the arguments – the book is not printed, you don’t work on it 8 hours every day… That number is not cents per word, it’s not even a cent – that’s the number of production. I do work on my writing every day, several hours if I ever have the chance. I do dream of living from what I love to do, but in today’s world, that’s just impossible.

It makes me sad. We fight for fair prices on our products so the producers would get paid fairly, yet when it comes to literature, the attitude is still that we ask too much. That because we opted to go cheaper by not printing, we should be punished for it. Further by choosing indie writers to target with calling their prices unfair if there really isn’t anywhere lower to go. Literally. Those are the cheapest we can ask that Amazon allows.

So aside using us to vent your frustration over something we can’t change, you achieve nothing aside making us even more miserable to work with the medium we love. Aside us deciding against writing. It’s time you understand that the book on Amazon has taken us just as much time as it took for a digital artist, who also sell the copies of their works. We are not Chinese factory workers, but your fellow countrymen, hoping for our dear life, you stop treating us like one. You want our product, yet you refuse to dignify us by paying us the 99 cents for a year’s work.

You win. “It was just a phase.”

I have removed my last attempt on publishing from Amazon. I’m through with your whining. From now on – if you see any of my works being sold aside the charity anthologies, you are being scammed. I will continue publishing my works on my homepage and starting from June, I am also adding that book.

I win.

Thank you, new readers – you have made me happier than any comment on Amazon ever could.


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Dear WP,

Please stick to your style sheets at least a year.

I would sincerely appreciate it if I didn’t have to redo the whole concept every other month to fit to your new changes. As nice as they are in technical devision (thank you sincerely for making the linking to your own posts so much faster, greatly appreciated update), it is quite annoying if your homepage suddenly starts doing things you have not determined it to do.

At least make it ASK first if we want the new change for the page or not. Like it asks if we want to recheck our grammar.

Thank you,


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Too positive to be part of Invisible Pain group


Before I start, let’s get facts straight so I don’t get bombarded by “you healthy idiot don’t know what you’re talking about” – I was born with arthritis which bent my right leg under 90 degrees and it has caused my ligaments to stiffen up with any hint of cooler air, or very hot one.  On good days that means I only ache all over the body and suffer stiffness in the mornings, on bad days my leg joints swell up to the size of a football (not kidding) and I can’t walk more than few minutes at a time without help.

Anyone interested to learn more about living with arthritis, can read it HERE (opens in separate window). Probably also explains a lot behind my attitude.

This is going to be “What I learned from the Facebook today”!

And all this, because of THIS image:


So, ten things I learned.

  1. I am too positive for groups that deal with Fighting Invisible Pain (not specific group).
    Turns out these groups are only for those, who want to share their experience how hard life is. And I had enough of this pity party, so when this image popped up, I agreed with most of it, except the part that choice is something no-one can’t take away from you. WRONG! You are out! You are so out!
  2. If it is “we want to wallow”, then they really gang up on you should you want to give an opinion that doesn’t  match the mood of others. 
    And I mean, they gang up! It’s “us versus you now”! You are heartless, you are too healthy, you are lecturing us how to live our lives!
    All this, because after short response, they kept rigging it and twisting my words, so I wrote a long response and ohmygodandmightyhorses! As if I became a bigger target to trash on! And all I disagreed on the image was that “there is always a choice”, even if life is in pit. Which was taken as “you ugly person don’t know what you talk about” and “can’t you give the poor woman space?” and “I can’t choose to dance, because I’m in wheelchair” (<- yes, you can choose if you want. If you don’t, that’s a different question).  The worst was that I became the “no empathy towards the sufferers!” followed by a long triad of unworthy-of-this-space stuff. How the heck did it go from saying you always have a choice to, uh, what? Empathy = as I should nod with you and agree that poster of this should sit in the corner and tell themselves that or let their family convince them that just because they are physically/mentally ill, they have no choices left in their life? Or disability means they should surrender to abuse and whatnot because that’s what they decide to inflict on themselves because of their disease? (that’s an example, by the way as that’s not what her blog actually indicates) Her blog, by the way, can be found Here.
  3. If others mention, for clarification I guess, what they suffer of (as in what causes their pain), then if you have different opinion and use the same message up build, you can be slammed hypocrite.
    ’cause, imagine that, if you are in pain, you all deal with it the same way. No exceptions. Yeah, the ache in my bones – I must be faking it indeed, so I’ll pop in few more placebo painkillers. The inability to keep a straight thought – I’ll square it up immediately, just to prove you right. <- That’s sarcasm for you, for clarification, because I feel like it after what I just read from your responses.
  4. There is “positive thinking cult” < apparently, I’m part of it. Didn’t even know it, but unless you do the wallow-with-us, then you’re part of it. What that has to do with having choices, I don’t honestly know as, as much as I’m aquainted with the basics of the “Positive thinking philosophy (the Osho philosophy thing?)”, I have never liked it as it is nothing more than deceiving yourself and others by hoping for something that will never happen because you put no effort in it and you decided to create yourself illusionary realm versus the reality by ignoring it. Wasn’t it Peirce, who first came up with that theory? Or was his about categorizing what you liked?
    Actually, I know that “cult” – they came in our hospitals often too, asking us to close our eyes, think of good things and then asking if we felt better. Never better after fantasy trip to mushroom forest :).
    However, having realistic look on your life and dealing with it according to your abilities should not be seen as impossibility and you shouldn’t make others feel bad for trying to cope with the limits they are in. That attitude came from my doctor and the youth group I was part of, which taught the parents how to deal with a child, who couldn’t do everything. “You’re not dead, deal with it!” was our shout-out. We saw a lot of children, who were let to drown in their own sorrow for life they would never have and parents, who mourned with them.  It is normal to mourn losing yourself, but after the mourning period is over, it is time to look it straight in the eye and take it day by day.  I was lucky we had it – they taught us how to deal with our problems (individual limitations based on our disabilities), how to recognize the signs of our moodswings, how to drag ourselves through and when to search help, etc. A lot of which  I don’t see in US communities, where they literally love to drown in their own sorrow.
  5. People don’t understand that “you always have a choice”  isn’t the same as “good attitude”. That, apparently if you say that, then it means “you deny that chronically ill can feel negative feelings”. <- how you deny anybody from feeling something is beyond me.  How you stop having a choice is also a puzzling concept. Just because some pieces of your answers fell away doesn’t mean you’re question doesn’t have an answer. But no, if you are ill, you no longer have choices it seems. Somebody else is to blame for the stupid combo life handed to you in form of your body. You let go, you are a shell others can play by their music.
    Having a good attitude – I don’t think “good” has a definition here, for it has no opposite to define it by.  But apparently, having a choice means you are thinking positively? I don’t think those two are related at all, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to make decisions, which will have negative impact, but are necessities to make, but do not include positive even one bit. That’s University level philosophy, which man was it, can’t remember right now… William James, maybe?
  6. Half of the people most likely don’t even get what you are saying in plain English. “You can’t stop being disabled by deciding to have a “good attitude”!” (from the image below) – good attitude won’t cure you. Never doubted that and  I think the owner of the blog doesn’t either.
    However, you can change how you deal with the problems in your life that this causes – will you try to solve them or will you sit back and only snap “I can’t”! Nobody can help you if you don’t try yourself. The fact that the only thing they picked out of that image is THAT and decided that my comments meant I believe that crap of “good will will save you” is bullshit (my blog, I can say it). I was talking about your attitude towards dealing with your daily life, they talk about miracle cures. And that made me part of the “positive attitude cult”.
  7. Apparently body limits is a wall a lot of people can’t see past of. Including mental illnesses. They make it the center of their universe. Pointing that out, is BAD. Pointing out that it is part of you, not what should defines you, is BAD.
    But it kinda makes me understand better the western concept that person can only be defined by one concept instead as a result of many different concepts; why in western world you are either hetero or gay, black or white, sick or healthy , and why anything in-between confuses them. That you can be both, that you can change from one concept to another, that you can appreciate more than one type of culture, music, religion, etc. So all I really learned from that long “dialogue” was that I consider myself as part of western world, but in truth, I am not as I can’t see past your limited way of seeing things. Everything has several aspects while to you – there only is one definition and that’s it. So, if you are depressed, then everybody should avoid you, if you are missing an arm, then feed you by spoon? That’s what echoed through  a lot. That if you have some disability, then you should be treated like exception from society when you still are part of it and contribute. That it is a symbiotic relationship, not give or take. Yet to US, it is only “you take”?
  8. I lack of empathy if I do not choose to pat you on your head and say “oh, you poor baby” if you are feeling bad, because I know from personal experience that it is not the end of the world and refusing to partake your pity party is BAD.
    Because if human wants to wallow in their self pity, then you must let them! You know, because self pity isn’t addictive to your brain as the latest studies agree on, so let me be!  By the way, self pity is addictive and the reason why so many people feel the need to wallow up and feel highly confrontational if you call them out on it.
    Yes, I refuse to be the cheerleader to your pain, because why should I treat you any different? I can offer you painkillers if you need them, give you an extra hour, walk slower – that I can do! But I will not treat you like a baby unless you are one! “Recognize my pain” – and then what? You jump to their faces, because they don’t understand what it feels like? Did you ever stop thinking that they don’t have to know what it feels like! That it is GOOD that they don’t know shit about this? I wouldn’t wish it to my enemy, least to anybody I know.
    Tell me, does it help you if they do the whole “I am so sorry you feel pain!” routine or do you feel better if they say “Ok, I’ll pick you up earlier so we can take it slow.”. I know which one I prefer – that they consider my needs, but don’t give in on my wants when it would clearly work against me. Or when you have friend with a depression, then instead of “ok, I’ll let you be”, sometimes it works better to “pick up pizza, your place by six”, which by the way, was awesome as it left me no room to cry myself to stupor.
    Arrogant a bit? Damn straight I am, because I don’t want to pity you or you to pity yourself – that should have no place in your life -, I want you to learn how to live with your crap so you can feel better about yourself needing others less. Or if you are downway road to needing them more, then so that you both are comfortable in each other’s company. Its often those around us, who suffer through our pain more, because they don’t understand it. And it should be ok to tell them they don’t have to know or feel guilty for not knowing and all they need to know is how they can help should you need them. But instead, I got loaded how “everybody should be aware how I feel” – hell no! You’re grown up person, then have enough “empathy” to understand how you affect them too! Pain – express it so they know to take your needs in consideration, but the expectations for random people to know an encyclopedia worth of diseases…
  9. Pointing out that instead of telling people with disabilities that they can’t do something, perhaps it would be more productive to you both, to help them with it or search a short/long term solution instead would be better. BAD, BAD, oh so BAD. Who has ever been part of therapy, knows how easy it is to say “I can’t.” or “Leave me alone, can’t you see I’m ‘excuse’ and ‘excuse'”. They stop participating if they are left alone and by this they make their own conditions worse. All because they expect their conditions to heal up somehow and if it doesn’t, or doctors tell them it never will, they give up, because why fight? The therapy chronically ill get is not meant to cure you. Never was. It is meant to make their life livable and get you over the hard point of your life once more. Get you out of the depression you feel for having to depend more to your family and friends.  Yeah, it’s hard not to get up in the morning without someone pulling you up, because you fucking can’t move. Story of my life. Yeah, anyway.
  10. That it is easy to say “You don’t know what I’ve been through…”, when, excuse my irony, most likely I do, because we have the same illness and get the same treatment, experience the same things, which is why I am in the community, seeking people like me…
    and you know, because if you don’t cry while being in pain, then you don’t know what it is like… I guess I really don’t know what it is like for you, ’cause to me it has been a norm since birth, not something  I got diagnosed at best years of my life… and crying over it seems kinda pointless if it doesn’t change anything – ‘s not as if it stops hurting, does it? And no, that’s not “positive thinking” – that’s fact of life I live with.



It really is about choices. So what if your new diagnoses left you crying in your pillow and forces you change the way you saw your future? It angers me to see how new ones test their family’s support. Unless you are really crippled, pack the act and learn how to live with it. Some of us have lived with it every single day of our lives and you wouldn’t even know it. It isn’t death sentence, God could have given you something far worse and even those people still live to their fullest. It’s just new to you and no, it never gets easier. Perhaps just slightly more demanding. But you don’t have to live it out on others or feel that with this you have earned the right to turn them in your slaves.  You need help – you ask for it, but if you can do it yourself, do it! Maybe we don’t run marathons or sometimes getting out of bed is damn hard, but the reality is, disabled only means you need to do things differently and you need to try harder to pick up that sock from the floor. Or use a stick to rise it up where your hand is. Or kick it under the bed for the Sock Troll to eat it up. Just don’t give me the crap about “I can’t”.  I am disabled too and my life ain’t roses and lilies either. So I know you fucking can. Not like healthy person does it, but how it is comfortable to you. And sometimes, that Sock Troll can be really hungry.


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