Friday, December 31, 2010

The Last Post (of the year)


Wow, it's been quite a year. I wanted to post something to commemorate the end of the year, and make it, you know, special.

To hell with that. Let's just get on with it and plunge into a shiny brand new year.

First, some reflection.

This time last year, I had just recently arrived back from Iraq, was getting settled back into life in the world.

This time two years ago, I had just buried my father, whom I hadn't seen in years, which only made performing these final duties all the more daunting.

But this next year, I'm sure, will prove to be a wonderful and fascinating time. And, according to some interpretations of the Mayan calendar, could be our final full year. To that I say, if some big meteor is going to plow into Earth and wipe out most of our civilization, I plan to be outside and as close to the point of impact as possible. Why suffer through the aftermath? I been to nearly all corners of the Earth in my time, and I've seen (and sometimes participated in) devastation and ruin of entire cultures. I don't need to see it again.

But enough gloom and doom. I consider 2010 to be a good year. This year I completed my first novel-length work in a genre I had not previously written much in--and discovered I liked it! I still have numerous other ideas in progress and continue to work on them. I don't about others, but my only problem with writing is finding enough time and energy to put all my thoughts down. I have more ideas scripted out or outlined than I believe I can write in my lifetime.

2011 will be a great year. I'm hoping it will be even better than this year. I am already started on my next novel in what will become a series from my first novel "Lovestruck Succubus." The next novel is tentatively named "Demon(s) among Wolves" and promises to be filled with even more suspense and action, although less erotica. Sorry folks I can't just write in the erotica without a place. In fact, I'm already outlining a third and final novel in this series. The next two novels might even upset some folks as at least one of my characters will die, the point of view will change, and all-out war will ensue by the end.

I've had a few requests for some work I had started years ago and it has been sitting for awhile. So for all of you who like to reading mystery in the vein of Janet Evanovich's "Stephanie Plum," I will delve back into my mystery/suspense novel tentatively titled "Alabama Slammer" featuring wisenheimer, self-deprecating, less-than perfect lead character, Katherine (Kat) McKendry and her nemesis, Rachel Moore.

So, it's time everybody to burn those Christmas trees where they stand, and ring in the new year!

Wow, late-breaking news! The mail carrier just stopped at our house to deliver 20 author copies of my novel. For those of you in the local area that have been waiting to purchase a signed copy (paperback) of my latest novel, they are now available.



For those interested in a sign copy of my novel "Lovestruck Succubus" just leave a note here, or at my pen name site, http://ellisonjames.blogspot.com or simply email me. I may be running a contest soon to bring in the print version of this novel so keep you eyes open for a chance to win a signed copy of the novel.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

That Old Favorite Christmas Tune

I know, I kind of disappeared there for awhile. But now I'm back with my newest adventure. Let's just say this may, or may not, be true.

So, to keep you guessing, I've decided to tell the story in the form of that old favorite Christmas song, "Grandma got run over by a reindeer." Just imagine the tune as you read the chorus and verse.


Grandma got pulled over by the Po-Po

Driving home from our house Christmas day.
She tried to talk the officer to a warning
But he just shook his head and said "No way."

She was visiting her family
Eating food and drinking wine
But when she got into her auto
She dropped her quaint fa├žade and lost her mind

Grandma got pulled over by the Po-Po
Driving home from our house Christmas day.
She tried to talk the officer to a warning
But he just shook his head and said "No way."


 
Seems she'd taken out a stop sign
And drove her car over a bump
How she drove another mile
We're still shocked, amazed, and truly stumped





It wasn't difficult to find her
Where the police made her park
We just drove the path she left us
Filled with broken glass and her car parts



Chorus

Now she's driving with one headlight
'Cause the other is all gone
Now if you see our Grandma driving
You better run to safety on the lawn.

Chorus x2

There's so much more I could write but will just leave the song where it is for now. Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas holiday. Best wishes for the New year.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Adventures on "The Tube."

Here it is! The long awaited (well, maybe not) video book trailer for "Lovestruck Succubus" a parnormal erotic fantasy (romance, suspence, crime) just posted on youtube yesterday.

Take a look, Tell me what you think.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Stumbling onto Genius


History states that Tea was invented by accident in 2737 b.c. by the great emperor, Shen Nung. He was boiling water outside and some leaves dropped into his kettle. Before he could retrieve them from the boiling water, he saw the water changing color and smelled a sweet aroma. He drank it, and thus began the rise of the popularity of tea.

I'm sure, in real life, tea was likely invented by some poor peasant farmer and presented to the emperor in lieu of some tax or something. Otherwise, it sure seems there were many things invented by rulers and emperors back in the day.

And, by the way, Shen Nung is also credited with teaching the people of china to cultivate hemp (marijuana) to make hempen cloth.

The same holds true in writing. I've written a lot of crap in my day, but occasionally I stumble upon some phrase or thought, purely by accident, that sends my mind into overdrive. These little sparks of inspiration sometimes completely change the direction of a story, or even provide the basis for a new project.

But, here's the problem. How many of you have awaken from some marvelous dream and jumped out of bed trying to find some means of recording the thought your mind can drive the dream away?

Do you keep a notepad and pen by your bed? Do you keep a recorder nearby? Tell me what sparks your muse. I think it is important to have some means of recording thoughts. I would hope that some day I will be remembered like the emperor who got credit for inventing tea, not the poor pauper who, more than likely, actually came up with the thought first.

Monday, December 6, 2010

The Problem with Polygamy

I was flipping through the channels one night last week, and happened upon the latest in reality television programming -- Sister Wives.

This show is all about the life inherent drama associated with three (or is it four) women, all living with one man. According to the man, it was not his idea to enter into this lifestyle but his wives's.

On the surface, this might seem like a great gig for the man. But, upon further investigation, I've found some issues with this lifestyle.

First off, I noticed that this family was not swimming in money. They live a rather impoverished life, make their own clothes. I don't think any of the women worked but said they were happy taking care of their multiple children. I can tell you right now, that would never fly in my household!

And then there is the thought of the man's, and women's, marital relations. From the man's point of view I can tell you this. Fantasizing about multiple partners, even if not at the same time, is one thing. But, actually performing these duties over and over with multiple wives makes me believe that quality might give way to quantity. I don't know, maybe it's just me. But I would rather give quality over quantity.

It also seems to me that this situation is skewed toward men. I can understand, from a evolutionary standpoint, why men desire this type of lifestyle. Back when we struggled to populate the world and mortality rates were high, it was advantageous to cultivate far and wide. Plus, this goes a long way in explaining how men became hunter/gatherers. I can imagine maintaining a relationship with a whole harem of women when relatives visited. You know, relatives like Aunt Flo.

It's no wonder men in this situation would leave for weeks at a time in search of "food." yeah, right. I imagine those hunting parties just leaving the family domicile and hanging out on the other side of the mountain with all the other men in commiseration.


And lastly, the one thing I don't understand is that no one ever really talks about a polygamist relationship with one woman and many men. This is proof-positive that women are somehow further along on the evolutionary path then men. Women have developed the intelligence to weigh the good and the bad with this type of relationship and have decided to forgo this for the standard monogamous model. Men, on the other hand, still fantasize about gathering their own little harem to meet their immediate and ongoing sexual (and other) needs. Unfortunately men have not reached that point in their evolutionary process that enables them to think ahead to that time when they must support their harem both emotionally and financially.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Knowing

Matthew knew the day he would die. He knew the love that would be by his side when he died. He'd known since his twelfth birthday when he woke on that spring day, with an epiphany. There was no other way to explain it--he just woke up knowing.

...

What if you knew the day you were going to die. What if you knew your time was limited and you knew how much time you had, exactly, to accomplish whatever it was you wanted with your life?

Would you become depressed and give up, waiting for that fateful day to arrive? Would you jam your life into high gear and try to do as much as possible in the time you have?

Tell me what you think about this.

I thought about this very thing this weekend, and wondered what I would do. I think, in the end, I would try to make the most of the life I have.

What if you were given some divine knowledge as to exactly when, and under what circumstances, the world, as we know it, would end? Would you try to convince others of your knowledge?

Just something to ponder ... discuss.