Let's rage against them words

This week has started with a bang, in the most positive way imaginable. Fort starters, an opportunity presented itself and will be coming to fruition in early September. I will tell you what closer to the time. The other is my writing, it's coming along splendidly, with the second book in my first ever series coming out around 28 August 2020, if not a tad sooner.  

I am very happy with the series too, as feedback for Dragoon 2-2  that has been receiving, both via Amazon reviews and word of mouth. The general consensus is that it is refreshing with its locations while remaining true to the genre, so yeah. I am hoping that the second book and the two-plus more planned would be just as good.

Thing is, I doubt that I would be here without some encouragement and be able to access a pool of knowledge. you know who you are, thank you.

One such pool of knowledge is Steff Green, a fellow writer and disabled person of awesome. Steff writes romances and paranormal stuff under the pen name Steffanie Holmes. She runs a course for writers, called Rage Against The Manuscript, and I highly recommend it and encourage to hit the image below to check it out.

I thought I know it all, but the reality is that she knew more. I highly recommend her.

Day offline

I spent my entire Friday offline, go have coffee with a friend while waiting for my wife to finish her food contamination exam, lunch out, swim, and then prep dinner for the rest of the family.

It was essentially the best day of the week.

With all the political and pandemic scaremongering, masks versus no masks and all the toxicity of viewpoints making their rounds on social media, it can be downright depressing. Yet, yesterday was absolute bliss, and being around real-life interactions was awesome, especially in the cafe we were in. The best coffee in town I reckon and the customer service.

Why not try going offline for a day, see what you think?

Lives matter, no matter the color, ability or whatever

I know that not everyone would read this blog unless they stumbled across it by accident or were directed through Facebook. So, does it mean I can't say my two cents on this Black Lives Matter movement that has spread throughout the world . . .

. . . and here in New Zealand too.

Look, I get it, okay? Anyone of color has had a pretty shitty past, ranging from being colonized, disenfranchised, sold for slavery, and criminalized. The same could be said for the disabled, gay, and everyone else whom society labels as not being part of the established 'norm'. All lives matter, period. Full stop, and all that. We are bringing about a new form of discrimination, where everyone is grouping themselves into 'us' and 'them'. Question is, who is 'us' and who is 'them'?

I live with a disability, have so since the moment I was created one cold night by mum and dad. However, I do not see myself as disabled per se, merely physically impaired and in need of a motorised wheelchair to get around.

Still, I matter. You matter. We all matter.