As I stated many times before. When you begin to get successful at whatever you are doing and then comes a long a rat bastard to try to trip your ass up. This is a strategy is like the fucking war on terrorism – that too is a war on a tactic only. This too is unsuccessful. The big bad wolves are all but dead from trying to blow down my iron-clad carbonite fortress.
The rat bastards and the wolves are all but casualties left to rot. More about that later.
Now, I must admit, the last couple of weeks or so has been if anything, exciting. With my new Alienware Area 51 as seen below. With this new addition has come other things like upgrades of components, rearranging my work center since this machine weighs in over 80 pounds. The human skull on the top doesn’t count.
Yes, owning this machine is a fantastic dream that has finally come true. Not only that, with my wonderful support from around the world and from studios in California – Northern California that is, I was able to purchase the Alienware M17xR4 Laptop with the Vindicator V.2 Pack for when I go and show my work in whatever format or project.
Remember and please keep this in mind, I am far more than a writer, a published author, graphic artist, web developer, artist, and musician. I dabble in alternative energy, zero-based energy to include my favorite scientist of all time, Nikola Tesla. Meanwhile back to my day to day activities, I use the Adobe Creative Master’s Edition CC 2017. I also have been dabbling in Photoshop professionally since 2000 hot and heavy. I have been using some flavor of Photoshop since the mid 1990s. Of course my artistic talents both in graphics, musical scores, short movies or movie-editing without putting too fine a point on things – well a normal stylish lightweight petite laptop with a dismal screen and horseshit for memory and two tin cans for sound just isn’t gonna cut it with the kind of work I do. No, you need a portable studio when you are on the run with all the bells and switches. You need something durable, built to last, and all the trimmings to floor a motherfucker, or a staff meeting of entire motherfuckers in my case. (Add the Samuel L. Jackson style to the last couple of sentences.)
Now I don’t want to knock Apple and those who have Apple iMacs and that door wedge of a laptop, but you really do get what you pay for outside of the Apple world. There is nothing close that touches these machines, that is if you want to spend $15,000.00 on an iMac tower and there isn’t a Laptop made by Apple that can come close to the Alienware product line. Now, I am not a shill or someone that works directly for Dell or Alienware. Sure, there are haters out there that sit around and complain about Alienware while operating their Walmart Public Assistance Machines.
Hate if you must…
Let me get away from technology and set my Samsung 10.1 inch tablet down from the emails, tweets, and messages I get day in and day out. I can read them all much later. I am just going to sit in my 20 some-odd year old chair where I pump out eBooks, Traditional Paperbacks, posts, blog articles, and occasionally without exception piss some jealous cunt (bi-gender word I use) off. Now this all of this isn’t some short story or a wet dream. I have more than enough short stories on this blog that should give you a very keen grasp in how I write to include style and or content.
If I am such a poor writer, ask yourself this question; why are you still reading my material no matter the subject?
If you don’t like my artwork, you know, the shit I am getting paid for and paid to do then why are you looking at it?
Why do you feel compelled to even come here and waste your time in the first place?
I’ve asked these rhetorical questions before and this is the last time I need to discuss this since all of what I do is paying the goddamned bills and earning a living.
Maybe that is the issue, me doing some of the things I always dreamed about doing and getting paid for it.
Moving on and leaving the dead and dying behind in the wake of my determined momentum.
I have a lot to say, perhaps some things better not shared here but on Facebook, or a tweet that is razor sharp and cuts deep into the bone to some specific people who thinks they can get a free lunch of knocking me and my work around.
Now, I will say that my experience, my overall experience has been mostly a very positive one. I had, since the course of last summer, friends that came and went. You know the kind, or the infamous saying, “A friend in need is a friend indeed.” This has been a proverb of mine along with a good many people so it seems. Another that comes to mind is, “No good deed goes unpunished.” Yeah, we all had these “kinds” of friends. Again, these rat bastards are not your or anyone’s friends.
That last paragraph there, you can take that motherfucker to the bank and bet the house on that one. Yes, some of my “friends” closest to me were not my friends at all as it seems. They were anything but.
For the record, I try to help out everyone. I try to put my best foot forwards in hopes of their successes and personal problems. Then when I need some help, some understanding, some resolve, I get, yup, you guessed it, zilch.
I am speaking directly to a couple of three or four people out here. An argument for five can be considered. Nevertheless, these assholes that would not give me the time of day after I helped them, well let’s see if this Karma shit will come back ten fold upon each of them.
Being mean, being vindictive, or holding a grudge is nothing I enjoy doing. Frankly, I am too goddamned busy. Rather it is a waste of energy and time. This is something that I am certain that you all can agree to. I will just leave these spineless fucks in the bad odor I found them all in the first place.
Now please allow me to add some encouragement to those who are struggling in their artistic, uber-talented endeavors. Now, 99% of all people who want to be a writer, a painter, and musicians never make it.
There are a few reasons from getting tired struggling, getting down by those same fucking leaches who drag anyone down and are nothing but losers, to illness, emotional, mental, or otherwise. Sometimes a gifted person just needs to unplug and take a long walk to an airport and board a flight to anywhere. Yeah, I’ve done that and I cannot express how much fun I had ditching my former life behind and starting a new. You certainly don’t have to go to extremes like that. You don’t have to come into your Boss’s office and piss all over him and his desk on your way out but if you can, I highly recommended it. Look at all the money you will save from spending it on therapy.
I also know full well on how overcoming or overwhelming all this can be. Pressures of life, family, the job – the one that you are a fucking slave to, and dreams seeming to fade or die. Nothing grieves me more than to see someone realize that their lifetime ambitions has come to a grinding halt.
Truly, the living dead…
One thing is for certain, I am eclectic as well as unusual. The song, “Divide” by Disturbed says it all about me and those like me. I have been different from what seemed like everyone else since I can remember. I tried to be like them in the early years but when you are in survival mode and held hostage by demons at home, well, it’s nearly impossible to just to breath let alone, express yourself.
Nevertheless, sometimes a break is in order. Sometimes stepping back from something to give you a fresh perspective is essential. A new stratagem because the one you’re into right now is not doing jack shit to the bottom line of things.
I know I write blunt. I know I can be brutally honest at times and seemingly unmerciful. I know that my hands may be caring but to reset that broken bone of yours is really gonna smart. Same with a broken heart. I know a lot of talented people. I know poets who write the most beautifully but cannot tell a goddamned good story. This goes for the short story people too.
You want to go the long haul?
Then sit down and write a full-blown novel from a blank screen. Edit it after you have finally finished before sending it off to an editor if you can afford one. Design the cover, spine, and back cover of the book. Take goddamn charge of your work in all aspects and whatever you do, don’t let the rat bastards tell you different.
Never give up and never get complacent in your talents. To be a master at something will take all of your life. Take charge. Don’t wait around for someone else that will or may ever come. Publish your novel, it’s really easy. Master the social media platforms and most importantly, don’t be a fucking baby about it.
Thank you for reading,
Douglas S. Taylor