Monday, July 24, 2017

I Know My Own Suffering, But Not That Of My Neighbor.

When I wrote “Ways of War” I had no idea it would “open a can of worms” so to speak. I wrote the book as entertainment, yet it has sparked a debate among readers.

I have never been one who passes judgment on others. Nor have I ever questioned anyone’s views, beliefs, or behavior. I am surprised by the responses I have received from a few readers who I will never name. I am a writer of fiction. Here historical fiction. I foremost want to entertain. Apparently, the era I wrote about is still far too real to some people. Understandably so and I respect that.

I did not intend to open old wounds or cause anyone pains. So before I continue writing I want to make sure I apologize for any pain “Ways of War” has caused! I deeply hope to entertain. But now that “Ways of War” is out there it has given me a new task. During my research, I found many people affected negatively by the War and the fallout from the War. From all the decisions and actions of the many who played “God” for lack of a better word.

“Ways of War” is a book about the Vietnam War. I wrote it from the perspective of an American woman who works at the University of  (Madison) Wisconsin. It surprises the main character to learn about the lies and manipulations not only within the Government but throughout humanity. I believe none of what I have put on the page is news to the American people. I think it is difficult and sometimes represents the evil we all wish didn’t exist, but I don’t think it is news. I will let the reader decide.

I mentioned above that the response relative to “Ways of War” has provided me with a new task. While I have written the next book in the series, I believe the book presents the opportunity to help heal. I’m a writer, not a doctor, so the challenge that stands before me leaves me with the question, how? How can I, an author of fiction help anyone heal? Maybe I can’t. I can, however, assist in other ways. I can listen, I can learn, I can teach and I can fund.

I can listen. As I listen to the stories, challenges, and struggles of the many Veterans suffering from PTSD and other disorders and illnesses, my heart breaks. I know there has to be a way to help. I know as I make my way into the “limelight” or public eye, I can be a voice. As time passes, I will be that voice if the public desires it. I will offer myself and whatever resources I have to support organizations that have a true desire to help.

I can learn. I will use all the information provided and learn. Those that suffer can teach me plenty. I will do what I can with what you teach me.

I can teach. With all the suffering that exists, we must be able to match that suffering with our resources and ideas. There are ways to help, we need to make the connection. Once you teach me, I will help make that connection.

I can fund. I have already promised to donate 10% of all profits from not only “Ways of War” but of profits from the complete series. It may not be enough, but it will grow.

A few people have told me they can’t read my book because it would be too painful. Sometimes the first step in healing comes with facing our fears. That statement is not a challenge or a disrespectful statement. I know my suffering, but not that of my neighbor. Only the sufferer can know when the right time is to reach out and take hold of life. I hope that every person suffering could find the strength to do so. I understand if that can’t happen.

I will judge no one. I won’t condemn or ridicule. I will only honor and respect those that give their lives for what humanity sees as the greater good. We may all be looking at that greater good through rose-colored glasses, but at least we are looking. As long as we continue to look; as long as we don’t give up, I have hopes that someday we will live together if not in peace, in tolerance.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Launch Day Has Arrived! Free Download For a Limited Time!

"Ways of War" is a work that has inspired me to take a closer look at human nature. We all have to deal with certain issues, and we struggle with behaviors that are a result of our environment. Whether we learn our behaviors from childhood or our experiences are learned as adults, we are all products of our environment. 

"Ways of War" in particular touches on the issue of PTSD through early programs that were labeled "mind control” before PTSD became the official term used for those suffering from the trauma relative to psychological abuse. Though some of what I discuss in the book may be extreme from one perspective, there are many people today that experience as much pain due to exposures that we might compare to those of the Cold War Era.

In future novels, I will be addressing or exposing if you will, the trauma of military personnel during the Vietnam War Era. Which will eventually spill into more recent wars and struggles that cause our military and their families so much stress and heartache.

I spent many hours researching the topic of mind control relative to the Cold War Era. What I learned is there are not enough hours in my lifetime to begin to touch on the mess made in the name of scientific advancements. No life is indispensable. No individual is disposable, and it breaks my heart to see the pain, so many people suffered in the name of science and for the sake of government power.

I’m only one person, and the series that I will continue to write on this topic is for entertainment sake. I know that my writing will not change what has happened to the many men (and women) who suffered and continue to suffer the pains of war. I may not be able to change anything that has happened, but I hope I can make a difference, even if it’s small one. I will be donating 10% of all profits from not only “Ways of War” but for each book, in the series to our Veterans and their families. My heart goes out to anyone who has or will struggle with these psychological disorders.

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Friday, July 14, 2017

"Ways of War" Launch Date is fast approaching!

New Release

Ways of War

This book will be hitting book stores in the US on July 15th
I’m excited for people to discover Anna Windsor’s  story.
And for a limited time, you can get the e-book for FREE on Amazon!


The paperback is now being released on July 15th

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Book Trailer


The day had barely begun, and Grant and his men were boarding the USNS Sultan. The men had orders to stay back in the stern of the ship. They would be three days en route to Pearl Harbor and would do what they could to keep from becoming bored.
Grant stood looking out over the water. It was a warm sunny day for January. The breeze coming off the water blew through his hair, the sun warmed his face, and the sound of the vessel cutting through the waves was somewhat comforting. The sound of the water splashing against the ship hypnotized his mind to recall better times. But thoughts of Vietnam kept invading Grant’s thoughts. Each time he tried to focus on something else, a vision of war would intrude, would tunnel through his memories, causing him to lose himself. He looked around, out at the ocean and the birds as they passed, envying them for their freedom.
Grant’s thoughts were interrupted yet again, this time by a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and smiled. “Hey there, Bill. What’s going on? Are you ready for this tour?”
Bill walked up to the railing and leaned over it, resting his elbows on the rail. “Yeah, sure, a piece of cake. I imagine it’ll be like all the others. Making the rounds, watching, making sure everyone behaves themselves. Kind of monotonous, but it’s better than being in combat, that’s for sure.” Bill turned his glance toward Grant.
Grant agreed, “You got that right. I just hope this mission doesn’t turn into a combat mission.”
“Gee, Grant, you don’t sound too sure we’ll avoid that mess over there. Do you think we will become that involved? I mean, to risk the lives of American men? That wouldn’t make any sense. How could it be justified? I don’t think it has become that personal.”
“Not yet anyway.” Grant looked Bill in the eye. He couldn’t help but think how young he looked. He was young, but what did that matter? He was still good. He was one of the best in his field. He was a communications operator who spoke four different languages. Grant understood that Bill’s assignment to this battalion was for that specific reason. He spoke and understood the Vietnamese language. He had even been there. Though God only knows why.
Bill was happy-go-lucky. He was tall, lanky, and full of energy. Always in good humor, a real morale booster to the guys. He’d be alright. No matter what, Grant knew Bill would make it through whatever hell he was doomed to face.
“Do you think it will happen? I mean, well I suppose, I guess anything is possible. I hope you are wrong though. I’m not looking forward to dealing with that mess.” Bill shook his head in disbelief.
“I wouldn’t worry about it yet. I haven’t heard anything that would indicate we will end up in Vietnam. At this point, we’re just keeping the peace.” Grant straightened up, pushing himself away from the rails with his arms.
“I know you’re right, but now you got me thinking. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”
“Yeah, famous last words, ‘We’ll have to wait and see.’”
The ship’s horn blew to warn its passengers they would be docking soon. Grant looked out at the ocean one more time before heading down to collect his bag. They were in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, and would remain in Waikiki for a night of liberty. Liberty, Grant thought. I won’t have liberty until I return home. With that, he headed out.
Grant walked down the gangplank as he looked out over the horizon. In the distance, he could see the Arizona. A group of men sped past him, talking fast, making plans for what they would do for the evening. Grant just smiled, remembering his early years and how exciting it had been to see all these new places. He continued on his way. He walked down to the beach, where he dropped his bag and sat down. He leaned against the bag and put his arms behind his head and thought, I’m going to enjoy the peace and quiet.” His thoughts turned to Anna. He fell asleep on the beach with his thoughts of Anna to keep him company. That’s where he remained until it was time for dinner.
The evening passed quickly. Grant spent part of it in the bar talking to a couple of the captains from the base at Pearl Harbor, but it wasn’t long before the smoke and noise level got to him. He excused himself and left the bar. Grant walked down to the beach again. It seemed like that was the only place he could find peace—not only from the world but himself as well. He walked along the shoreline, the breeze gently caressing his face, blowing through his hair as if to comfort him. The ocean was his only solace—outside of Anna, that is.
After a while, Grant turned and headed back to his quarters for the night. They would be leaving for Okinawa in the morning. His final destination . . . he hoped.