Hello everyone! Been absent for a little while as I was getting settled into my new home. I'm now living in the Highwood country on a ranch nestled beside the beautiful Highwood River. Has taken me a bit to get this whole thing battened down and make the move but waking up every morning to sound of the river flowing by is truly heaven on earth! This week though, I am doing a little diving on the west coast on the warship HMCS McKenzie. She was sunk as an artificial reef back in '95.
Going forward, and once I get home next weekend, I will be back tweeting, texting, writing and reading as my new life here takes hold. So thanks for hanging in there with me as I made this transition and I hope you find my little quips enjoyable. :)
This week I am An Avid Readers Haven, http://anavidreadershaven.blogspot.ca/ doing an interview so stop by and enter to win a chance for both Fools Gold and Silent Waters. They'll go fast so don't waist any time!
I'm looking forward to reconnecting with you all and thanks again for hanging in there with me as I start a new journey in my life. Be well and be happy...
Trip...
Showing posts with label Bandit Creek Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bandit Creek Books. Show all posts
Sunday, 22 July 2012
Sunday, 1 April 2012
"Fools Gold". A Bandit Creek Anthology
Hello Friends. Well today is the official release of the Bandit Creek Anthology, Fools Gold. This collection of short stories is a compilation of April Fools jokes; told through the eyes of the writers. Heartwarming and uplifting stories, it is sure to bring a smile to your faces. I hope you all pick up a copy and enjoy it. This is a great collection of stories from some of the very talented writers and friends.
My story where Rabbits Run Wild is about a very unique creature that is known to the people of the northern states and into the parries of Canada. I won't give it away to let you know what it is, but you have to ask yourself - is it fiction, or folklore? I'll leave that part up to you. As you travel through the pages discovering the elusive little critter, stop and ask yourself - have I have ever seen one? Maybe you have.
This little animal has lived in my heart all my life and I thoroughly enjoyed searching for them as a child in the southern prairies of Saskatchewan. Growing up, we would spend many a night under a full moon, snow shoeing across the snow covered hills around my Grandfathers farm searching for these elusive creatures. As I got older, I would travel with my Cooey .22 rifle in hopes of bagging one these prized animals. But alas, it was not to be. They are smarter than you think.
Here is my excerpt for my story:
"Not all Rabbits in the mountains of Bandit Creek are cute and cuddly in Bandit Creek. Some come with a warning label."
In addition to my story are the following by some great writers;
Fool For Love by: Louise Behiel.
A woman is dragged from a contented, happy marriage to a life on the run.
Never Count Your Chickens by: Victoria Chatham.
- Two boys play an April Fools joke on their employer.
Wishful Thinking by: Alyssa Palmer.
Cee-Cee tells Ruth about her past, but how truthful is is?
Airport Security by: Julie Rowe.
On her way home from her tour of duty in Afghanistan, Dr. Abigail Westward discovers it's not easy to leave her fellow soldiers or the memories of combat behind.
Baby Fever by: Sheila Seabrook.
Baby cribs and baby swings and a winking, blinking doll. Oh My!
Lucy's April Fools by: Brenda Sinclair.
Will this be George Jack's year to catch Lucy in an April Fools joke, or will his wife outsmart him again?
Hope you enjoy these light hearted tales. Have a great April Fools Day!
Trip...
My story where Rabbits Run Wild is about a very unique creature that is known to the people of the northern states and into the parries of Canada. I won't give it away to let you know what it is, but you have to ask yourself - is it fiction, or folklore? I'll leave that part up to you. As you travel through the pages discovering the elusive little critter, stop and ask yourself - have I have ever seen one? Maybe you have.
This little animal has lived in my heart all my life and I thoroughly enjoyed searching for them as a child in the southern prairies of Saskatchewan. Growing up, we would spend many a night under a full moon, snow shoeing across the snow covered hills around my Grandfathers farm searching for these elusive creatures. As I got older, I would travel with my Cooey .22 rifle in hopes of bagging one these prized animals. But alas, it was not to be. They are smarter than you think.
Here is my excerpt for my story:
"Not all Rabbits in the mountains of Bandit Creek are cute and cuddly in Bandit Creek. Some come with a warning label."
In addition to my story are the following by some great writers;
Fool For Love by: Louise Behiel.
A woman is dragged from a contented, happy marriage to a life on the run.
Never Count Your Chickens by: Victoria Chatham.
- Two boys play an April Fools joke on their employer.
Wishful Thinking by: Alyssa Palmer.
Cee-Cee tells Ruth about her past, but how truthful is is?
Airport Security by: Julie Rowe.
On her way home from her tour of duty in Afghanistan, Dr. Abigail Westward discovers it's not easy to leave her fellow soldiers or the memories of combat behind.
Baby Fever by: Sheila Seabrook.
Baby cribs and baby swings and a winking, blinking doll. Oh My!
Lucy's April Fools by: Brenda Sinclair.
Will this be George Jack's year to catch Lucy in an April Fools joke, or will his wife outsmart him again?
Hope you enjoy these light hearted tales. Have a great April Fools Day!
Trip...
Sunday, 25 March 2012
99 Red Balloons... By: Trip Williams
Facts are often distorted. Blown out of proportion, they usually are embellished to the perception of the teller.
This story is about just that. A band of young airmen destined to become Legends. It was truly a time of glory.
99 Red Balloons Go By....
It was a Sunday morning at the end of a hot July in 1976. Fog covered the fields of wheat around Canadian Forces Base Penhold, as the sun cast out across the Alberta prairies. The Air Cadet League of Canada was winding down their first intake of cadets at the base during the summer training program and the proud band of flying scholarship candidates were getting ready for their wings parade.
Traditions are born from the actions of those few who have a vision. On this base, it had become such a tradition. The cadet band marched each and every Sunday morning between the twin barracks that housed the cadets at 6:00 am. Awakening everyone to the bugles, trumpets, saxophones and drums as they proudly paraded off to base commanders home to play a morning revelry in his honor. After six long weeks, this event was growing thin.
That was me in the front row, 2nd from the left. I was one of the proud few.
The band, you must understand, had become our enemy! Flying Scholarship was the elite - we were gods among the cadets. The chosen few who had passed all the exams, and review boards had earned our place at the top of all scholarships. We were being trained to be pilots. With this very expensive program came a few elitist privileges. This was, but far from being limited too, being at the front of the line at lunch in the mess hall, wearing civilian clothing on the base when not at flying school, taking the weekends to leave base and escort fair young maidens into Red Deer or Sylvan Lake for a day pass and our most treasured of them all; sleeping in on Sundays!
This is where the war began. You can imagine the irritation that one would be subjected to? listening to the cadets first learning to play those bloody instruments, and then listening to the continued cacophonous noise blaring each and every Sunday as they marched between the barracks! While we were trying to sleep!
The band by all means had their well earned dues forthcoming and I was surely not one to object. At first, the band complained that we should not be allowed to push our way into the mess line at lunch. After all, they didn't see the importance of us returning back to the flight line. Then, we lost our privilege to be wearing street clothes on base. The push was also on for us to loose our weekend forays into town as well. They had gone too far! It had to stop!
By our last week, our obligations had been met to the flying school and we were now in fact full fledged pilots. Our wings parade was on the Friday before and we were officially graduated from flying scholarship. That meant that the last Sunday before we left, was free game. We had only a few more classes to attend that upcoming week to complete a few hours of ground school and then it was then homeward bound. What a delightful thought.
A plan was proposed - bold and never attempted. One of daring and total disregard for any of the base authorities and regulations. Or was it? Seemed to us that such an endearing had never been attempted and most certainly executed. They say that revenge is a dish best served cold. We couldn't think of anything colder!
Our barracks for flying scholarship was on the north end of the west building; third and top floor. We had two rooms that bracketed the north end washrooms giving us a perfect killing zone. The Sunday prior had been the trial run. Timing was everything as we laid out our plans. 180 water balloons were to be launched from our windows raining down a cold and wet tribute to our beloved band cadets!
The morning sun glinted on the horizon as we set up our ambush. It was time. Beds were pulled into position as the band formed up on the north road. Balloons filled and placed on the lower bunks adjacent to the windows. Twirps and tweets began emitting from the pigeons below as they warmed up - the windows were opened. Loading crews stood by to pass the balloons to the firing teams.
It was show time.
The Sergeant Major hollered out. "Band! By the left - quick march!" The noise exploded as instruments rang out to the Royal Air Force March. Now practiced and accomplished the music was uplifting and emboldened us as they proceeded along the road; turning to march between the two rows of buildings and between the windows of the killing zone.
"Stand By!" was hollered down the hall. Cadets from their rooms further down the hall emerged; unsure of what was unfolding.
"FIRE!!!"
The band noise was too great - we couldn't hear the order. There was hesitation. The balloons remained locked and loaded.
"FIRE!!!" was hollered again. No one heard.
The first balloon sailed free and through the crisp morning air as it soared high overhead of the band. As if on cue, the sky became dark as what seemed like a thousand balloons soared from the windows. The first balloon hit a flute player in the front row. Crap! It was my girlfriend! The second barrage rained down exploding all through the band as the music subsided under the wave after wave of balloons exploding and showering them with ice cold water. Screams erupted form the band cadets as the popping sounds of balloons exploding covered them in the deluge.
The assault was a success! 180 water balloons were launched in 37 seconds!
Cheers erupted from the cadets watching from their windows and cheers echoed the halls as the flying scholarship had once and for all, wreaked havoc on the band!
Needless to say, there was a fast and furious reprisal from the band squadron commander as he petitioned to the base commander to have us all stripped of our scholarships and sent home in shame. I somehow think that the base commander must have seen the humor in it. Our own squadron officer after the meeting and assumed berating, appeared to us laughing, when he finally got hold of us and although he tried desperately to be serious - it didn't work. The message from the base commander - don't do that again!
As the years have gone by, I think about this battle from time to time, and each and every time I do - I smile. A big broad smile, that etches its way across my face. I ran into a cadet about a year ago and I asked him about how he liked summer camp and we got to talking. As I began to tell him the tale of the water balloons, I was taken aback as he finished telling the tale of our exploits. He too relished in the pride of such an adventure and told the tale as if he was right there firing off those balloons himself! That happened before he was even born.
As I said my goodbyes, I was left alone once more to my thoughts and the extreme pride I felt, for the what we had all done that fateful Sunday back in 1976. A legend had been born that day. And with it, heroes. Those magnificent bastards who dared to defy the strict protocol of military discipline and deliver a well deserved blow to an annoying enemy.
I had heard years later that the band never did march again through those barracks on Sunday mornings, and that some of the instruments had to be even be sent off for major repairs. I'm sure I don't have to tell you how saddened I was to hear of such news.
At least..., that's the way I see it.
Trip...
The Eye's Have It... A Trip Williams adventure.
Hello everyone. I have been absent for the past while from my blog and for that I truly apologize to you all. Life has been a bit interesting for me and I think I should explain this absence. I have been off having some surgery! Eye surgery...
As we get older, our bodies seem to not keep up with the demands we still place on it [sheesh - isn't that, an understatement!]. The first thing I noticed with myself was actually a double whamy! My knees from years of abuse were starting to act up and fail me in particular instances. Nothing more serious than torn meniscus sacks between the caps and joints. Okay..., serious enough that you start to loose strength in your knees and Stair-Masters are out! Gone were the days where I believed that I could actually continue to do the stunts you see in movies [well maybe I am a little touched upstairs! Lol]. One thing I use to love to do - my one parlor trick; was to stand at the edge of my deck, which sits at exactly 40", and without the use of another step or my hands, spring jump onto the top of my deck and land on my feet. Yeah..., I now carry scars along my shins from my last heroic efforts! Lol. That was my final attempt at my youth. It was definitely encouraged by a few brews but what the hey..., it was a little less painful at the time! My knees were definitely a factor in this little stunt.
So - my knees are now scheduled for surgery to repair the years of abuse. That will be June 18th. [Don't tell anyone, but I'll probably start that nonsense up again! lol!].
The next aspect of my failing youth, comes in the form of my eyes. Yup, happens to most of us but regardless; in saying that, it doesn't make it any less of a nuisance or contain any less regret. Growing old is not a great thing! So let's cut the bullshit! Even with working out at the gym and staying fit - it sneaks up on you and slaps you upside the head, Hard!
The year I turned 40 was the first time I could no longer see anything close up. Now that was alarming! This revelation first came to me on Christmas eave while I was trying to repair a roof top unit for one of my suppliers. The heat was off and they needed it fixed before anyone could go home for the holidays. There was a beautiful heavy snowfall that year and as I had my head stuffed inside the pitch black blower compartment of this heating unit, I wrestled with my flashlight in hand and finding a motor rating plate. It was then, that I discovered I could no longer read the bloody plate to assess what I needed for the new motor! After trying my best to push the rear steel panel out of the way with the back of my head, I gave up and used a mirror to read the plate allowing the distance I needed to see it. Yup - it was backwards to boot! Lol. Day one of becoming blind. My life was changed that day.
That is where my journey began on the road to new eyes.
My correction, is that I can see [rather could at least] at a distance but couldn't read. That washed out the prospect of laser surgery. Leaving only two choices. Live with a life of glasses or have new lens installed in my eyes. For me - there was only one option.
Knowing that Dr. Robert Mitchell was the pioneer in Canada for all procedures, left no other choices for who the surgeon would be. Now it just came down to me. So with my stomach in my throat and nerves of spaghetti noodles, off I went for my first consultation. Still it was a no brainer but I have to tell you, the idea of someone digging inside my eyeball was pretty hard to take! I actually took another nine months before I went back and booked the actual surgery. Yeah, okay..., I'm not ALL that brave! Seriously... someone routing around in your eye!?! I don't think so. Not without some major hesitation and soil searching. What if...
The surgery itself, finally took place, and was very successful; also, rather painless. They only freeze the eye and then you get to watch while an incredibly bright light blinds you. This is the one time, they want you to "Go to the light"! Lol. In a manner of speaking. You do however see the cornea being removed and lifted away and the eye. Now THAT, is a freaky experience! Although you are told to continue staring in one direction - at the light - you're eye all of a sudden, starts to going crazy as it's looking everywhere!!! Lol. [okay..., only laughing now!] That is when the lens is being removed. It is rather alarming but it stops very soon and then, as with the cornea, you see it float away into a blurry oblivion. At this point, you get to relax as the new lens is inserted and the cornea returned to it's proper place. All total - only about 40 minutes in the surgical ward. Not too shabby. The whole procedure from start to finish is only an hour and a half, and that includes the pre-op dilation and prep.
Now that the second eye has been done three weeks later, I can finally focus properly and see rather well. My surgery was elective so I purchased the top of the line lens. Yup, they are not all the same. Cataract surgeries only get the basic lens which is covered by health care here in Canada. That lens is for distance only and not designed to allow for much lens flexibility or adjustment in the future. You basically have to have reading glasses after the surgery. The middle lens is not used as it's an intermediate lens and not much more value for the cost. The last lens, and the one I selected, allows for re-training the eye to work just like your baby blues were when you were a kid. Full adjustment from reading to distance and..., this part is cool, the night is not so dark anymore! That is something I was really blown away by!
So if any of you folks are thinking about this type of surgery, don't hesitate. It is expensive when it is elective so be prepared! 10K to be exact! My personal thoughts however, it's your life and your eyes lead the way in your journey. Make the most of it. If you are getting cataract surgery and if you can afford it, do the upgrade; it's well worth the money spent. The government here covers [I believe, if I remember correct] $1,500 per eye. That's the basic lens.
Now I have been asked this questions a bunch of times - does it hurt? Not much during the surgery. More of a mild pain twice during the actual surgery. After all, they can't really freeze the inside of your eyeball. [I won't go into details at this point]. After the surgery - not much either. More an irritation from being itchy and you want to rub it; which you can't. Other than that, that's about it! With each passing day, my eyes are getting stronger and clearer. In another two weeks I can begin the training process and life will begin anew.
Hope you found this little segment interesting. It's not something that we cross in our lives until we are very much older and with eye problems. I feel very fortunate that I have been able to have this surgery done now, at this stage in my life so I can now explore a whole new world without the cumbersomeness of glasses. Many thanks to each of you who have taken the time and read this little story and I hope you have found it interesting and educational. It sure was for me,
Take care and God speed on your journey through this life.
Trip...
As we get older, our bodies seem to not keep up with the demands we still place on it [sheesh - isn't that, an understatement!]. The first thing I noticed with myself was actually a double whamy! My knees from years of abuse were starting to act up and fail me in particular instances. Nothing more serious than torn meniscus sacks between the caps and joints. Okay..., serious enough that you start to loose strength in your knees and Stair-Masters are out! Gone were the days where I believed that I could actually continue to do the stunts you see in movies [well maybe I am a little touched upstairs! Lol]. One thing I use to love to do - my one parlor trick; was to stand at the edge of my deck, which sits at exactly 40", and without the use of another step or my hands, spring jump onto the top of my deck and land on my feet. Yeah..., I now carry scars along my shins from my last heroic efforts! Lol. That was my final attempt at my youth. It was definitely encouraged by a few brews but what the hey..., it was a little less painful at the time! My knees were definitely a factor in this little stunt.
So - my knees are now scheduled for surgery to repair the years of abuse. That will be June 18th. [Don't tell anyone, but I'll probably start that nonsense up again! lol!].
The next aspect of my failing youth, comes in the form of my eyes. Yup, happens to most of us but regardless; in saying that, it doesn't make it any less of a nuisance or contain any less regret. Growing old is not a great thing! So let's cut the bullshit! Even with working out at the gym and staying fit - it sneaks up on you and slaps you upside the head, Hard!
The year I turned 40 was the first time I could no longer see anything close up. Now that was alarming! This revelation first came to me on Christmas eave while I was trying to repair a roof top unit for one of my suppliers. The heat was off and they needed it fixed before anyone could go home for the holidays. There was a beautiful heavy snowfall that year and as I had my head stuffed inside the pitch black blower compartment of this heating unit, I wrestled with my flashlight in hand and finding a motor rating plate. It was then, that I discovered I could no longer read the bloody plate to assess what I needed for the new motor! After trying my best to push the rear steel panel out of the way with the back of my head, I gave up and used a mirror to read the plate allowing the distance I needed to see it. Yup - it was backwards to boot! Lol. Day one of becoming blind. My life was changed that day.
That is where my journey began on the road to new eyes.
My correction, is that I can see [rather could at least] at a distance but couldn't read. That washed out the prospect of laser surgery. Leaving only two choices. Live with a life of glasses or have new lens installed in my eyes. For me - there was only one option.
Knowing that Dr. Robert Mitchell was the pioneer in Canada for all procedures, left no other choices for who the surgeon would be. Now it just came down to me. So with my stomach in my throat and nerves of spaghetti noodles, off I went for my first consultation. Still it was a no brainer but I have to tell you, the idea of someone digging inside my eyeball was pretty hard to take! I actually took another nine months before I went back and booked the actual surgery. Yeah, okay..., I'm not ALL that brave! Seriously... someone routing around in your eye!?! I don't think so. Not without some major hesitation and soil searching. What if...
The surgery itself, finally took place, and was very successful; also, rather painless. They only freeze the eye and then you get to watch while an incredibly bright light blinds you. This is the one time, they want you to "Go to the light"! Lol. In a manner of speaking. You do however see the cornea being removed and lifted away and the eye. Now THAT, is a freaky experience! Although you are told to continue staring in one direction - at the light - you're eye all of a sudden, starts to going crazy as it's looking everywhere!!! Lol. [okay..., only laughing now!] That is when the lens is being removed. It is rather alarming but it stops very soon and then, as with the cornea, you see it float away into a blurry oblivion. At this point, you get to relax as the new lens is inserted and the cornea returned to it's proper place. All total - only about 40 minutes in the surgical ward. Not too shabby. The whole procedure from start to finish is only an hour and a half, and that includes the pre-op dilation and prep.
Now that the second eye has been done three weeks later, I can finally focus properly and see rather well. My surgery was elective so I purchased the top of the line lens. Yup, they are not all the same. Cataract surgeries only get the basic lens which is covered by health care here in Canada. That lens is for distance only and not designed to allow for much lens flexibility or adjustment in the future. You basically have to have reading glasses after the surgery. The middle lens is not used as it's an intermediate lens and not much more value for the cost. The last lens, and the one I selected, allows for re-training the eye to work just like your baby blues were when you were a kid. Full adjustment from reading to distance and..., this part is cool, the night is not so dark anymore! That is something I was really blown away by!
So if any of you folks are thinking about this type of surgery, don't hesitate. It is expensive when it is elective so be prepared! 10K to be exact! My personal thoughts however, it's your life and your eyes lead the way in your journey. Make the most of it. If you are getting cataract surgery and if you can afford it, do the upgrade; it's well worth the money spent. The government here covers [I believe, if I remember correct] $1,500 per eye. That's the basic lens.
Now I have been asked this questions a bunch of times - does it hurt? Not much during the surgery. More of a mild pain twice during the actual surgery. After all, they can't really freeze the inside of your eyeball. [I won't go into details at this point]. After the surgery - not much either. More an irritation from being itchy and you want to rub it; which you can't. Other than that, that's about it! With each passing day, my eyes are getting stronger and clearer. In another two weeks I can begin the training process and life will begin anew.
Hope you found this little segment interesting. It's not something that we cross in our lives until we are very much older and with eye problems. I feel very fortunate that I have been able to have this surgery done now, at this stage in my life so I can now explore a whole new world without the cumbersomeness of glasses. Many thanks to each of you who have taken the time and read this little story and I hope you have found it interesting and educational. It sure was for me,
Take care and God speed on your journey through this life.
Trip...
Saturday, 3 March 2012
Real Men; One Man's Opinion - Trip Williams
When Dara asked me to write this for the newsletter, I had
to admit to myself, that I wasn’t sure I really heard her correctly, or knew
what that was? All the way home from
the meeting I was lost in thought and contemplating what exactly should I
say! Now reclining in my wicker-backed
office chair and listening to the melodious tunes of Nora Jones, I was hit by
an epiphany; or rather slapped up-side the head was more like it! What was I doing? Unceremoniously ejecting Nora, I tore off my
shirt exposing my tanned and ripped upper torso [at least in my mind it’s that
way], slammed-in the sound track for
Top Gun and turned up the base. Now…, I
can sit back in my chair with the heart defibrillating wine of jet engines
starting to real men’s music.
Looking
down at the epitome of mans stoic visage of power and masculinity I realized something;
Gravity had taken over! I couldn’t see
my belt buckle. Oh well! I guess this take, on reality won’t work for my
introspective. So…, I guess I might as
well begin with the meat and potatoes of it all. Men… are not like woman! Take apart the fabric, the essence, the
chemical, physiological and biological make-up and you still have a very
different person. As writers, you
women need to know this. We are not like
you. You may have already guessed this
one but, I had to make sure.
So, what is
a real man? If you look back in time,
you will find the outer shell of what a man is, as we have taken on the various
rolls dictated by the social and moral compass.
But this is not who we are either.
Now don’t look to me as a norm or this will get you into trouble. I’m wired very different. Let’s face it – I write romance! So let us look deeper into the male psyche shall
we? Fundamentally, we think
differently. There are a few different
types of men and I think that we need to explore this for a moment.
We can be categorized into about
three areas. Pro-magna man, average Joe
and…, well the ones with the feminine side kicking in. Let us begin with understanding a man’s
reaction to something he doesn’t like.
We’ll get to the other stuff in a moment. With Pro-magna, say the wrong thing and he
goes to fists; no discussion. He’s about
beer, boobs and sports. The average Joe
will have words or a discussion with temperance of hostility but will work it
out with a beer and the last man will - I don’t know - go off in the corner and
sulk? But he will let it go and have a
glass of wine with you! Now a woman –
wow - bad news! Just watch the e-mails
fly! They will practically hold
discussion groups about it! Sorry, I was
distracted there a bit. Reflection on my
daughter and family I guess.
Men have basic needs. Attract women, have sex and let the women
provide for them. Okay, that’s the lion
family. Really, we do want to do that
part. You know, provide. It’s a pride thing I guess. In saying that, the sex part, we think about
it all the time. It drives us as a
species. No kidding! I believe it was documented that we think
about it once every three minutes. I
must be getting old because I’m up to seven minutes. How often do women think about it? Once every three days, if that?
Now comes the other stuff. As a man, we do care about the little things
when it comes to who we are and what makes us who we are. We want to be masculine. We groom ourselves and take care to make sure
that we look good for you women. We do
preen ourselves for you and try to smell good.
How we do this is based on our perception of ourselves and this is
formed over time as we grow up. This is
important. All men have a formed idea of
who they are based upon roll models from when we were kids. A police-man, fire-man, cowboy, soldier, a
dad, etc. From this, we base our lives
and our standards that guide us as men and how we conduct ourselves with women
and events in our lives.
That said, how does this apply to
writing? We all need characters whether
they are the sideline fillers, the next novels main star or this stories
hero. What makes up a hero? Let’s face it; Mr. pro-magna doesn’t cut the
mustard does he? After all, he’s a bit
too brutish for what we all need. Now
take average Joe. A man of the 90’s who
is form fitted into the new millennia and sensitive to women’s needs and… he
has some sense of style. He cares about
how he looks for his girl. When called
upon, he will let her dress him, after all, we seldom have true taste and
surely can’t do that properly, but - he
will in turn, be attentive to her needs as well as being mindful of his roll by
her side. He is courageous in the eye
of adversity and will gallantly defend her to the death. Make no mistake; a man will die for a
woman. A man who truly believes, as I
do, that a woman is someone to worship, admire and protect, will do just
that. No man should dare speak ill of
his gal if he doesn’t want to fire up that boiler. It will blow!
Now the man on the opposite side of
Mr. “P”, he will not always stand up for the same values but we are not talking
about the norm here. That doesn’t make
him less of a man or at times not a hero; he is far more diplomatic and
eloquent is all but, will look to other avenues to find a resolve. Over time, and through history, we have
always been the same. We couldn’t
express ourselves in the same way as we can now but we have thought and
believed in the same values. Expression
was different, that’s all. Social
constraints – we all have them and most live by them.
So, where does this little
blithering lead you? Hopefully to a
better understanding of what a real man is.
We can’t be everything in one package and I guess, that is the short
line of it all. So building a man in
your novel has to be formed on a basis that supports who real men are. Unless men don’t read this stuff and therefore
you can build whatever you like! How
does your man fit into these categories?
Does he pay attention to the little things that you do, like the way you
whisk your hair out of your eye when you find yourself engaged in a stimulating
conversation? Or the way that you pull
at your ear when you’re nervous? Is he
even house broke? Little things that
help bring in a grounded reality.
In retrospect I guess, I find that
I now have to ask myself that very same simple question. Am I a real man? Hell
no! I’m Bond, James Bond!
Trip...
Monday, 27 February 2012
General for a Weekend - A Trip Williams Adventure.
Well, I have deviated from my original plan by a tad bit but what the hell... that's life! Lol. I'll be starting my Mkeri tales very soon and with it a series of photos from Africa. But first, I think I'm going to have to date myself here in this blog.
Now some of you, may have figured out by now that I am a little long in the tooth. Okay..., not THAT long! Lol. But long enough. This little snippet of my life is one that I will always cherish and is truly a highlight of my glory days.
Back in 1977 we were still in the middle of the cold war. I was an Officer Cadet with the Air Cadet League of Canada awaiting my training to become a 2nd Lieutenant in the Reserves. This was a time in our lives when air raid sirens were mounted high around our city's and tested regularly. Today, they lay in fields as scrape metal. A sad testament to a time when we were afraid. Afraid of nuclear war!
Our squadron was heading to the US. to visit Malstrom Air Force Base in Montana. This base was a Minute-Man missile base! Cool shit for those who were in the military and into those things. Our first line of defense when the Russians send their missiles across the Canadian skies heading towards targets unknown. Here's the rub..., they didn't know where the missiles would be going until 5 minutes before impact. Seriously - let's see you evacuate a city of 500,000 in 5 minutes! Yeah... it ain't happening!
So here we are with our squadron of cadets on this really cool Air Force base. I'm a strapping young officer [actually barely one! Lol - no Officer and a Gentleman for this kid!] and we have arrived!!! Marching our squadron towards the mess hall, I get saluted by non-other than - a Colonel!
Okay... let's step out of this story for a moment. First off you have got to know, that an Officer Cadet is so far below the rank of a full bird, that I barely make his boot heels!
Okay..., let's step back in again. Now back then, I was as an ambitious young lad who really wanted to impress - I'm fast on the draw and nobody can snap a salute faster than me! Well sort of. Hmmm..., I did notice however the dirty look I got? Okay - I was a little too slow but he really shouldn't have been so impatient! Seriously!!! I'm suppose to salute first - didn't he get the memo?
Actually... this behavior by the american officers continued not only that day but the whole weekend! Odd thing about it was, that the american officers wouldn't salute my commanding officer - just me... Okay, so I was in my glory! I admit it! Didn't know what the hell was going on - but who cares! I was living large!!!
Over the weekend we were treated to tours, movies and lectures - man were we blown away! We even were in the practice silo and underground command center for a Minute-Man Missile! Seeing first hand the actual silo with a missile in it, the two command chairs and control panels of the mightiest military hardware of the day! A nuclear ICBM [inter-continental-ballistic] missile! We even got to take turns practicing to turn the twin keys at the exact time to arm the missile after the presidents codes had been entered - which, we got to do! ...and, we even did a launch! Yeah baby! That's what I'm talking about! [patting my shoulder here with a proud puffed up chest]. That's right folks... we were well trained youth WAR MONGERS!!!! LMAO... :) I did mention that this was the training silo, right?? Yeah - not the real MaCoy.
Okay - seriously, it was very cool! On the final afternoon on that Sunday, we were treated to a dance in our honor hosted by the Civil Air Patrol - our american counter-part. As I was informed later, when I walked into the room, the jaws dropped on everyone one of the Air Patrols cadets. One who was engaged with my Warrant-Officer asked him if I was a little too young for holding the rank I did? He responded with "No..., he's about the normal age." he came back with "To be a General??"
I almost died when I found this out! You can't image how all the little pieces fell so fast into place. You talk about a puffy chest now? I was milking it!
You see, an officer cadet has a single thin gold strip on his sleeve and I had two brass maple leafs on my lapels. Not getting any clearer yet? Okay..., let me help you along. An american Brigadier General, has a thin gold strip on his sleeves and a single silver star on each lapel. Get the connection? So now I understood how for that weekend, I commanded salutes from all the officers on that base - even if they did do so with clenched teeth. They took the maple leafs as our version of a star.
...and THAT, is how I was a General for a weekend! Life can throw you some awful funny curves at times but some of those - you really need to get on it and ride it hard while you can!
Trip...
Now some of you, may have figured out by now that I am a little long in the tooth. Okay..., not THAT long! Lol. But long enough. This little snippet of my life is one that I will always cherish and is truly a highlight of my glory days.
Back in 1977 we were still in the middle of the cold war. I was an Officer Cadet with the Air Cadet League of Canada awaiting my training to become a 2nd Lieutenant in the Reserves. This was a time in our lives when air raid sirens were mounted high around our city's and tested regularly. Today, they lay in fields as scrape metal. A sad testament to a time when we were afraid. Afraid of nuclear war!
Our squadron was heading to the US. to visit Malstrom Air Force Base in Montana. This base was a Minute-Man missile base! Cool shit for those who were in the military and into those things. Our first line of defense when the Russians send their missiles across the Canadian skies heading towards targets unknown. Here's the rub..., they didn't know where the missiles would be going until 5 minutes before impact. Seriously - let's see you evacuate a city of 500,000 in 5 minutes! Yeah... it ain't happening!
So here we are with our squadron of cadets on this really cool Air Force base. I'm a strapping young officer [actually barely one! Lol - no Officer and a Gentleman for this kid!] and we have arrived!!! Marching our squadron towards the mess hall, I get saluted by non-other than - a Colonel!
Okay... let's step out of this story for a moment. First off you have got to know, that an Officer Cadet is so far below the rank of a full bird, that I barely make his boot heels!
Okay..., let's step back in again. Now back then, I was as an ambitious young lad who really wanted to impress - I'm fast on the draw and nobody can snap a salute faster than me! Well sort of. Hmmm..., I did notice however the dirty look I got? Okay - I was a little too slow but he really shouldn't have been so impatient! Seriously!!! I'm suppose to salute first - didn't he get the memo?
Actually... this behavior by the american officers continued not only that day but the whole weekend! Odd thing about it was, that the american officers wouldn't salute my commanding officer - just me... Okay, so I was in my glory! I admit it! Didn't know what the hell was going on - but who cares! I was living large!!!
Over the weekend we were treated to tours, movies and lectures - man were we blown away! We even were in the practice silo and underground command center for a Minute-Man Missile! Seeing first hand the actual silo with a missile in it, the two command chairs and control panels of the mightiest military hardware of the day! A nuclear ICBM [inter-continental-ballistic] missile! We even got to take turns practicing to turn the twin keys at the exact time to arm the missile after the presidents codes had been entered - which, we got to do! ...and, we even did a launch! Yeah baby! That's what I'm talking about! [patting my shoulder here with a proud puffed up chest]. That's right folks... we were well trained youth WAR MONGERS!!!! LMAO... :) I did mention that this was the training silo, right?? Yeah - not the real MaCoy.
Okay - seriously, it was very cool! On the final afternoon on that Sunday, we were treated to a dance in our honor hosted by the Civil Air Patrol - our american counter-part. As I was informed later, when I walked into the room, the jaws dropped on everyone one of the Air Patrols cadets. One who was engaged with my Warrant-Officer asked him if I was a little too young for holding the rank I did? He responded with "No..., he's about the normal age." he came back with "To be a General??"
I almost died when I found this out! You can't image how all the little pieces fell so fast into place. You talk about a puffy chest now? I was milking it!
You see, an officer cadet has a single thin gold strip on his sleeve and I had two brass maple leafs on my lapels. Not getting any clearer yet? Okay..., let me help you along. An american Brigadier General, has a thin gold strip on his sleeves and a single silver star on each lapel. Get the connection? So now I understood how for that weekend, I commanded salutes from all the officers on that base - even if they did do so with clenched teeth. They took the maple leafs as our version of a star.
...and THAT, is how I was a General for a weekend! Life can throw you some awful funny curves at times but some of those - you really need to get on it and ride it hard while you can!
Trip...
Thursday, 23 February 2012
The Bubble Gum Effect - Trip Williams on Relationships
It's not very often I will speak on such matters of the heart. Especially when I'm trying to explain my views on how life works. There are thousands of experts out there and the websites and blogs are filled with them. Nope - I'm just simply trying to explain MY view on relationships. Oh yeah..., this is the male version.
I first spoke of this Bubble Gum Effect at my sons wedding. Not very often a grooms father will stand and try to explain what happened in his sons' life, that created the unlikely event allowing himself to become ensnared by a woman. Yeah - that's right; you heard me! Ensnared!
Don't get me wrong, I think marriage is a beautiful thing when you have just that right partner and I sure don't want to be predisposed to the idea that this young lass is not the right one for my son. However..., like most men,; he did not understand the Bubble Gum Effect and that can lead to a moments indecisiveness and there you have it. Yup - wedding bells!
Before I explain the Bubble Gum Effect, I must first state that as a man, we really want to just enjoy life and continue to have the finer things that is associated with a good living. Yes, women are a part of it but really... to settle down with one? I'm not sold. After all, I was first introduced this phenomenon at a very young young age and I too succumbed to the wiles of a girl and I..., was ensnared. That was fortunately short lived and I have gone on in my life to enjoy a happier and simpler existence. Yup... I'm chewing my bubble-gum!
The Bubble Gum Effect.
When us young men are first venturing out into the world and experiencing life from this new perspective as a hormone charged male supper propagator, we find the candy bowl. That's right... a bowl full of delicious and sweetly wrapped candy know as women. Think of it as Double-Bubble Bubble Gum.
You select this sweet morsel from hundreds of prospective bubble-gums; and, you smell it. Hmmm...... it smells so sweet and delicious! Then you unwrap her. As the fabrics of the wrapper unfold to reveal the mouth watering tasty treat inside, you start to drool. Then comes the first taste - you are overwhelmed! As you chew this incredibly delectable explosion of adventure and delight that cascades across your senses; one may forget that this is only a treat and that one can only savor this for a short time.
That's right - the flavor starts to fade.
Now some men, or rather boys, experience a less than favorable shift in their mood. The flavor is loosing its' hold. You are coming back into that world of reality and realize that YOU as a young proud member of the male species; want more!!! That's right! We want another treat!
Some boys do not recognize the fact that there is a whole bowel full of tasty treats out there waiting for us. No..., some of us are not wise in the world and we become fearful! We must have that pleasure again! So we marry the girl. Fairly easy catch on her part wouldn't you say? Kind of like a black widow. In some respects - very similar. The joys and pleasures experienced are slowly held back - taunting us and guiding us to do your bidding. Then, over time, we loose our man-hood and become lost. Lost to the wiles of that woman and in so become lost to ourselves! Some men are even... when, do I need to say more?? Ewhhh... nasty thought - it makes me shiver just thinking about it.
Now some men, they see that bowl of candy and they know that as the taste fades, there is only one thing left to do. Spit her out! That's right - toss her to the curb and get another one! Yeah baby... that's what I'm talking about! Life is once more good and pure and just the way it's suppose to be! Your Zen has returned!
But as time goes on, you encounter that one woman who has had her bubble-gum spat the ground a time or two or fifty...! She now is wise in your moods and the ways of the gum. Just when you're ready to spit her out - she, DISTRACTS YOU!
As her gum is tossed whimsically to the ground..., she lures you back in and guess what happens? That's right! You step on her gum! Have you ever stepped on gum? Seriously... it's GUM! It sticks to your foot and you can't get it off! So once again, we as men get ensnared; and then the wedding bells chime....
So there you have it ladies. At least one of us males are on to you females and we recognize the fact that life is a bowel of bubble-gum and we, the proud dominant species of this world; become reduced to a little trinket carrying, gum-stuck fool. I may not be popular for spreading this little secret to all the men out there but I feel I owe it to them. You know, as the 'One who has gone before', sort of thing. Yeah, it's a guy thing; but that's the way I see it. Welcome to the world of the Bubble Gum Effect!
Trip...
I first spoke of this Bubble Gum Effect at my sons wedding. Not very often a grooms father will stand and try to explain what happened in his sons' life, that created the unlikely event allowing himself to become ensnared by a woman. Yeah - that's right; you heard me! Ensnared!
Don't get me wrong, I think marriage is a beautiful thing when you have just that right partner and I sure don't want to be predisposed to the idea that this young lass is not the right one for my son. However..., like most men,; he did not understand the Bubble Gum Effect and that can lead to a moments indecisiveness and there you have it. Yup - wedding bells!
Before I explain the Bubble Gum Effect, I must first state that as a man, we really want to just enjoy life and continue to have the finer things that is associated with a good living. Yes, women are a part of it but really... to settle down with one? I'm not sold. After all, I was first introduced this phenomenon at a very young young age and I too succumbed to the wiles of a girl and I..., was ensnared. That was fortunately short lived and I have gone on in my life to enjoy a happier and simpler existence. Yup... I'm chewing my bubble-gum!
The Bubble Gum Effect.
When us young men are first venturing out into the world and experiencing life from this new perspective as a hormone charged male supper propagator, we find the candy bowl. That's right... a bowl full of delicious and sweetly wrapped candy know as women. Think of it as Double-Bubble Bubble Gum.
You select this sweet morsel from hundreds of prospective bubble-gums; and, you smell it. Hmmm...... it smells so sweet and delicious! Then you unwrap her. As the fabrics of the wrapper unfold to reveal the mouth watering tasty treat inside, you start to drool. Then comes the first taste - you are overwhelmed! As you chew this incredibly delectable explosion of adventure and delight that cascades across your senses; one may forget that this is only a treat and that one can only savor this for a short time.
That's right - the flavor starts to fade.
Now some men, or rather boys, experience a less than favorable shift in their mood. The flavor is loosing its' hold. You are coming back into that world of reality and realize that YOU as a young proud member of the male species; want more!!! That's right! We want another treat!
Some boys do not recognize the fact that there is a whole bowel full of tasty treats out there waiting for us. No..., some of us are not wise in the world and we become fearful! We must have that pleasure again! So we marry the girl. Fairly easy catch on her part wouldn't you say? Kind of like a black widow. In some respects - very similar. The joys and pleasures experienced are slowly held back - taunting us and guiding us to do your bidding. Then, over time, we loose our man-hood and become lost. Lost to the wiles of that woman and in so become lost to ourselves! Some men are even... when, do I need to say more?? Ewhhh... nasty thought - it makes me shiver just thinking about it.
Now some men, they see that bowl of candy and they know that as the taste fades, there is only one thing left to do. Spit her out! That's right - toss her to the curb and get another one! Yeah baby... that's what I'm talking about! Life is once more good and pure and just the way it's suppose to be! Your Zen has returned!
But as time goes on, you encounter that one woman who has had her bubble-gum spat the ground a time or two or fifty...! She now is wise in your moods and the ways of the gum. Just when you're ready to spit her out - she, DISTRACTS YOU!
As her gum is tossed whimsically to the ground..., she lures you back in and guess what happens? That's right! You step on her gum! Have you ever stepped on gum? Seriously... it's GUM! It sticks to your foot and you can't get it off! So once again, we as men get ensnared; and then the wedding bells chime....
So there you have it ladies. At least one of us males are on to you females and we recognize the fact that life is a bowel of bubble-gum and we, the proud dominant species of this world; become reduced to a little trinket carrying, gum-stuck fool. I may not be popular for spreading this little secret to all the men out there but I feel I owe it to them. You know, as the 'One who has gone before', sort of thing. Yeah, it's a guy thing; but that's the way I see it. Welcome to the world of the Bubble Gum Effect!
Trip...
Thursday, 16 February 2012
Reflections - By: Trip Williams
Over the years I find myself quite often reflecting on my past. Some may think this as a whimsical cerebral interlude or even trying to recapture one's glory days; but I think not. It closely resembles what I was eluding to in my previous post on Inspirations. I find inspiration in the reflections on my life! If you look in a shimmering pool of water, the reflection looking back is that of you. This is your immediate life. As you look to the edges, it becomes blurry. This is closely akin to your past. As time goes by, we forget things about where we came from, what we have done and in some cases - who we are. Those are the blurry edges of our lives. But, beneath the water is our memories. Suspended in time, it lingers - waiting. Waiting for you to retrieve them and reflect upon them; and that, is what I do.
At times these memories seem to find their own way home as the thoughts appear in my mind. Some random but most very deep memories filled with emotion. Good and bad. From these, I draw upon for my writing. From these, I find a new world.
Back in 1979, Iran took the american embassy hostage. While people watched from their living rooms, a different world was unfolding around them. A world that no one knew and would have been terrified to have really know. I was in the navy and when this crisis broke, the Canadian fleets pulled into harbor alongside the ammo storage facilities. There we offloaded our practice rounds and with our holds teeming with high explosion warheads, we set sail. We were now on second degree war time standby.
With the entire fleet at sea, American ships hailed us not by radio, but by signal lamp. Everyone was running silent. It was reminiscent of WWII. Demanding to know our identity, lamps flashed through the night as we passed by - patrolling the waters along our borders. Waiting. Waiting for orders.
One late night early into this tense patrol, I was standing watch on the starboard wing as lookout. Flying high above the rolling waves, I scanned the horizons watching for ships and debris in the water that may bring harm to my ship. As we cut through the oceans swells, the moon was full and the air warm. Cascading phosphorus sent shimmering displays of greens and blues splaying across the waves and behind the wake from of our destroyer.
Something caught my eye. Below the horizon something was wrong. Phosphorus trails were lighting up. Raising my binoculars, I focused on twin trails streaming through the waters on an intercept course with my ship. About twelve feet apart and with the left hand one leading the other, I watched intensely. These trails of color were traveling at high speed and unforgiving from their course.
Stepping back from the steel enclosure of the lookout wing I leaned against the open window to the bridge and called for the office of the watch. Pointing at the fast approaching wakes he raised his binoculars to see what had me backed up against the bridge. My mind was racing with only one thought - torpedoes!
Disappearing back in the dim lit bridge, the officer of the watch left me alone - alone to die. To suffer in silence the fiery ball of death I was certain would come. Knowing that my death was immanent and with no place to go, I walked to edge of the wing and watched as the two trails hit their mark. The phosphorus disappeared and as I held my breath, two explosions of water appeared near the bow. They were dolphins! I almost pissed myself! Christ, that scared the shit out of me! I know I laughed when I saw them but with that was a rush of emotions I find hard to explain even to this day. Death did truly come to great me that night and with his arm firmly around my shoulder, he lead me down that path into darkness. I know that bugger was laughing as he left my side. Trust me when I say that I have never watched porpoises or dolphins without thinking of that night.
So what is the point of my tale? Just that from that night, I have built countless tales. Ones of battle, of survival and ones even of romance. Think of the endless opportunities presented to me that night. Stories even yet to be told! Countless stories! These are the things in life that I reflect on. Whether it be from fear or from exhilaration - we can use these events to our advantage. I know I do. I will have to admit though, I have a sweet spot for romance and even out of the depths of terror, a little love can always be shinning through. Ahhww... but alas, that is a tale for yet another day. A tale of the young girl waiting for me back at home port. The one my mind flashed to moments before my death. The one who was not my fiance'e.
Trip...
At times these memories seem to find their own way home as the thoughts appear in my mind. Some random but most very deep memories filled with emotion. Good and bad. From these, I draw upon for my writing. From these, I find a new world.
Back in 1979, Iran took the american embassy hostage. While people watched from their living rooms, a different world was unfolding around them. A world that no one knew and would have been terrified to have really know. I was in the navy and when this crisis broke, the Canadian fleets pulled into harbor alongside the ammo storage facilities. There we offloaded our practice rounds and with our holds teeming with high explosion warheads, we set sail. We were now on second degree war time standby.
With the entire fleet at sea, American ships hailed us not by radio, but by signal lamp. Everyone was running silent. It was reminiscent of WWII. Demanding to know our identity, lamps flashed through the night as we passed by - patrolling the waters along our borders. Waiting. Waiting for orders.
One late night early into this tense patrol, I was standing watch on the starboard wing as lookout. Flying high above the rolling waves, I scanned the horizons watching for ships and debris in the water that may bring harm to my ship. As we cut through the oceans swells, the moon was full and the air warm. Cascading phosphorus sent shimmering displays of greens and blues splaying across the waves and behind the wake from of our destroyer.
Something caught my eye. Below the horizon something was wrong. Phosphorus trails were lighting up. Raising my binoculars, I focused on twin trails streaming through the waters on an intercept course with my ship. About twelve feet apart and with the left hand one leading the other, I watched intensely. These trails of color were traveling at high speed and unforgiving from their course.
Stepping back from the steel enclosure of the lookout wing I leaned against the open window to the bridge and called for the office of the watch. Pointing at the fast approaching wakes he raised his binoculars to see what had me backed up against the bridge. My mind was racing with only one thought - torpedoes!
Disappearing back in the dim lit bridge, the officer of the watch left me alone - alone to die. To suffer in silence the fiery ball of death I was certain would come. Knowing that my death was immanent and with no place to go, I walked to edge of the wing and watched as the two trails hit their mark. The phosphorus disappeared and as I held my breath, two explosions of water appeared near the bow. They were dolphins! I almost pissed myself! Christ, that scared the shit out of me! I know I laughed when I saw them but with that was a rush of emotions I find hard to explain even to this day. Death did truly come to great me that night and with his arm firmly around my shoulder, he lead me down that path into darkness. I know that bugger was laughing as he left my side. Trust me when I say that I have never watched porpoises or dolphins without thinking of that night.
So what is the point of my tale? Just that from that night, I have built countless tales. Ones of battle, of survival and ones even of romance. Think of the endless opportunities presented to me that night. Stories even yet to be told! Countless stories! These are the things in life that I reflect on. Whether it be from fear or from exhilaration - we can use these events to our advantage. I know I do. I will have to admit though, I have a sweet spot for romance and even out of the depths of terror, a little love can always be shinning through. Ahhww... but alas, that is a tale for yet another day. A tale of the young girl waiting for me back at home port. The one my mind flashed to moments before my death. The one who was not my fiance'e.
Trip...
Monday, 6 February 2012
Silent Waters...
I am still amazed at how fortunate I feel, to be able to be able to be a part of this amazing stable of talented authors who make up the Bandit Creek Books series. This unique series has become an adventure; only akin to something closer to one of those things in life that is a true turning point. At least in my life! Sounds kind of over the top, but you would have to meet these girls I think, to see the magic that happens when we all get together. Okay... I admit, they are my harem and I do closely protect these beauties but after all, I am their token male! Lol.
So what really is this Bandit Creek thing? Well, to put it bluntly, Bandit Creek Books is a collection of novellas that span the genre horizon with tales from Romance, to mysteries, to paranormal, to gay and lesbian love and of course - thrillers. I don't think there isn't anything that we don't cover in our humble little group. Embedded into the mystical town of Bandit Creek; located in the heart of Missoula Montana, Carla Roma has created - well, the perfect town! If you haven't already stopped by, make sure you do and see what is offered for your enjoyment. So join the crew at www.banditcreekbooks.com and find out why you may not want to miss out.
Right now we are featuring the 30 Days of Secrets. This is an unprecedented look into the secret lives of authors as they tell some of their most intimate and closely guarded secrets. Seriously! I'm not exaggerating! Take a look and you'll see. If you subscribe to the Bandit Creek Gazette, you'll also be able to keep up to date with all the BC events.
So... what is Silent Waters?? Actually, I don't believe I can tell you! Hmmm... Nasty I know, but I think it's because I signed some kind of contract about secrecy. You know, can't spill the beans. Okay... here is something for you to nibble on but don't tell Carla! Silent Waters is a suspense thriller about a man Named Jake McCord who happens to keep finding women - dead ones that is! Wouldn't be so bad if people knew who they were; they might even pay a bit more attention! But of course - as the bodies stack up, so do the stakes.
I have to forewarn you that this July 1st release will be having a 5 Bandit Rating! When you check out our site, you will see that this is for the serious readers who aren't faint of heart. I'm sorry, it's not meant to be a feel good and cuddle by the fire with your lover type of story. I can't wait to share this story with you but alas - we ALL have to wait! Arghhhh.... I'll be posting my cover this Wednesday for you all to see. Oh yeah! Here is something that I can share with you!
Some of you might not know this, but my cover model is a very dear friend of mine. She is my hair stylist and Colleen is in fact the same girl featured in my story and she does work at Bombshell's! Okay... there I go again! Yeah, Bombshells Beauty Bar is a real place and is in this book. This salon is located in Calgary Alberta and it is loaded with a fine collection of real beauties! Then, there is Colleen... Hmmm, she does make a man take pause. I absolutely adore this young lass but, true to her nature, she is a girl that seems to find herself in well, let's say unusual circumstances?
For now, I'll have to leave you only this little snippet for my Silent Waters release. That is of course, unless I can convince Carla Roma to let me tantalize you all just a bit more. Here's hoping! Be safe friends and most of all, be well and happy. This is not our only kick at the can but why not take the time to enjoy this ride? After all... you picked it!
Trip...
So what really is this Bandit Creek thing? Well, to put it bluntly, Bandit Creek Books is a collection of novellas that span the genre horizon with tales from Romance, to mysteries, to paranormal, to gay and lesbian love and of course - thrillers. I don't think there isn't anything that we don't cover in our humble little group. Embedded into the mystical town of Bandit Creek; located in the heart of Missoula Montana, Carla Roma has created - well, the perfect town! If you haven't already stopped by, make sure you do and see what is offered for your enjoyment. So join the crew at www.banditcreekbooks.com and find out why you may not want to miss out.
Right now we are featuring the 30 Days of Secrets. This is an unprecedented look into the secret lives of authors as they tell some of their most intimate and closely guarded secrets. Seriously! I'm not exaggerating! Take a look and you'll see. If you subscribe to the Bandit Creek Gazette, you'll also be able to keep up to date with all the BC events.
So... what is Silent Waters?? Actually, I don't believe I can tell you! Hmmm... Nasty I know, but I think it's because I signed some kind of contract about secrecy. You know, can't spill the beans. Okay... here is something for you to nibble on but don't tell Carla! Silent Waters is a suspense thriller about a man Named Jake McCord who happens to keep finding women - dead ones that is! Wouldn't be so bad if people knew who they were; they might even pay a bit more attention! But of course - as the bodies stack up, so do the stakes.
I have to forewarn you that this July 1st release will be having a 5 Bandit Rating! When you check out our site, you will see that this is for the serious readers who aren't faint of heart. I'm sorry, it's not meant to be a feel good and cuddle by the fire with your lover type of story. I can't wait to share this story with you but alas - we ALL have to wait! Arghhhh.... I'll be posting my cover this Wednesday for you all to see. Oh yeah! Here is something that I can share with you!
Some of you might not know this, but my cover model is a very dear friend of mine. She is my hair stylist and Colleen is in fact the same girl featured in my story and she does work at Bombshell's! Okay... there I go again! Yeah, Bombshells Beauty Bar is a real place and is in this book. This salon is located in Calgary Alberta and it is loaded with a fine collection of real beauties! Then, there is Colleen... Hmmm, she does make a man take pause. I absolutely adore this young lass but, true to her nature, she is a girl that seems to find herself in well, let's say unusual circumstances?
For now, I'll have to leave you only this little snippet for my Silent Waters release. That is of course, unless I can convince Carla Roma to let me tantalize you all just a bit more. Here's hoping! Be safe friends and most of all, be well and happy. This is not our only kick at the can but why not take the time to enjoy this ride? After all... you picked it!
Trip...
Thursday, 2 February 2012
Trip Williams - The man behind the gun...
So where does one begin with a story about a life? My life! My intro kind of tells a story in the 'readers digest' form about who I am. But maybe it's time to delve into this world and see what we can find? The man behind the gun. Interesting title. I think it will make more sense as we go on. After all, we do put a lot of ourselves into our characters. At least, the one we like the most...
I think that before I begin, I'm going to give you a quick overview of just who I am. So we'll actually start on the next blog session in more detail. But know this going in, I am not a contract killer! Just had to get that one out there! :)
I do believe that when you are writing, you should be writing from the heart and from a place of knowledge. Who hasn't heard that one before! But seriously, I did hear a tale passed along by Mary Balogh at a CaRWA seminar, regarding an author who wrote a story based in London. This writer had no knowledge of the area and had all her facts about streets and buildings completely inaccurate. If you know the area it kind of ruins the story for you - wouldn't you say? Or how about if you get excited about that place and want to see it first hand and then find out it doesn't exist!! Wow... that would be something! Especially if you flew there to see it! Oh, by the way, Mary doesn't approve of me killing off the hero in a romance. Go figure! Lol. I thought that would be a pretty cool twist! Guess not!! What do you think?
So my point is, Being accurate is sooo important. Not only in locations but actual things being done. Example: In that great movie with Vin Deisel, 'The Fast and The Furious', Vin has a scene where he is berating Brian O'Connor [Paul Walker] about his driving and he says that Brian is 'Granny shifting' instead of double clutching while he is racing. Okay - not exact verbatim but you get my drift [oh that is funny - if you watch the series that is :-)], anyhow, double clutching in a race is sooooo slowwww! Never done. Granny shifting is a single push of the clutch and a shift. For me, that simple comment was distracting and took something from the show - credibility! Okay, I got over it really fast. After all, it's a flipp'n incredible movie! Just saying... No different than the countless times I hear in a movie someone say 'hard to port' and then they turn right to starboard. Say what!?!? Don't they know that port is left?? As an ex-navy man, that gets under your skin like a bad case of the... yeah okay, never mind! Accuracy folks. it's a beautiful thing. That little dozy was in the movie Titanic. If you watch close [I may even have the command backwards - same effect] but I'm pretty sure you'll see them drive right into that big 'ol iceberg!
Okay, enough about that. Hell, you might have thought I was on a rant for a sec! Didn't figure on that one did ya?
So, where does Trip get all his experience from? Life folks - simply life. I have always tried my best to truthfully seek out every adventure and every form of education that I could. Not school stuff but life skills. As a youngster, I was always incredibly active. To the point that even as a teenager, I had no time for girls. If I wasn't involved in track, I was playing football. On weeknights I was playing my guitar, building models, attending Air Cadets and reading. Weekends was for camping, fishing, hiking and so on. I would rebuild small engines and airguns for friends, go skiing and snow shoeing in the winter months as well as teach friends and very cute girls how to ski. But... being busy was not always that great. Teaching cute girls to ski was amazing but I lacked the social skills to launch any assaults on that unknown gender. Yup.. I was pathetic in that category!!
At age 12, I had my first job. I mean a real one! I don't count the paper route [had one] as a real job - that's just me. My father owned a seismic company so during the spring break and summer months, I carried a survey rod up and down cut-lines and roads of Alberta. In my late teenage life, I became an Air Force reserve officer before entering the Navy as a weapons technician on a destroyer. Among all of this, I learned how to fly gliders and small planes, took up scuba diving, rock climbing, was an expert marksman, kayaked and canoed, took wilderness survival training and well..., the list goes on. I was very active. But alas... no girls.... :( But yet... I had mad skills!!!!
Alright, I need to make a point here... That thing with girls? THAT was then! If you know what I mean? LMAO. One thing you will find out about me - I know how to laugh at myself. Nothing better in life. I think it keeps you from taking yourself too seriously.
So on that note my friends... I bid you all a goodnight and look forward to chatting with you soon. Hope you liked it. Have a great night and remember - Play safe... accidents cause people! Sorry... I had to do that!
Cheers,
Trip...
Welcome to my blog!
Welcome everyone to the brand new blog of Trip Williams! I guess that would be me. :-) I have been doing a lot of thinking about what I should, or may want to, blog about. After all, this is really a conversation between you and me. That said, I think that I will be starting off with letting you folks learn a little about me!
So often, I hear people saying that you need to keep your life quiet - don't say anything about who you are. For me, I would rather that we get to know each other just a little bit. Even though this is a little one sided, I sure don't mind sharing some of my life with you. I figure it this way; if you get to know me better, you will understand my writing just a titch bit more and maybe, just maybe..., relate a bit to what I'm saying. Sound fair enough?
I plan to be blogging about twice a week and yeah, I won't always be boring you with the minuscule things that I find hilarious, but you may not. I'll be doing guest blogs, posts from things that I feel are interesting and so forth. I will try my best to NOT bore you or get engaged in any religion or politics. Even though I can be very politically motivated and yes... quite opinionated at times. But THAT is just me being me!
So, welcome aboard and I hope you drop by, leave comments and have a good time!
Cheers!
Trip...
So often, I hear people saying that you need to keep your life quiet - don't say anything about who you are. For me, I would rather that we get to know each other just a little bit. Even though this is a little one sided, I sure don't mind sharing some of my life with you. I figure it this way; if you get to know me better, you will understand my writing just a titch bit more and maybe, just maybe..., relate a bit to what I'm saying. Sound fair enough?
I plan to be blogging about twice a week and yeah, I won't always be boring you with the minuscule things that I find hilarious, but you may not. I'll be doing guest blogs, posts from things that I feel are interesting and so forth. I will try my best to NOT bore you or get engaged in any religion or politics. Even though I can be very politically motivated and yes... quite opinionated at times. But THAT is just me being me!
So, welcome aboard and I hope you drop by, leave comments and have a good time!
Cheers!
Trip...
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