Month: July 2014

Spoof of Fox News

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This is a spoof I made of a recent Fox News story, but I don’t think that it’s blown too far out of proportion.

A Fox anchor stated that Gazans use the tunnels that go from Gaza to Israel in order to travel to Jordan to kidnap Jordanians.  That is one hell of a long journey, clear across Israel, and it’s amazing that Jordan has issued no response to it.

I am not a Democrat, nor am I a Republican.  I seldom point out the stupidity of those on either side, but on such a blunder as this, I have to do so.

#comedy #Fox #FoxNews #badreporting #hilarious #humor #Gaza #Israel #GazaWar #Hamasweuropemap

Problem with Humanity – my random tweet

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I just tweeted this after long deliberations over many of life’s problems, religious turmoils, and so many atrocious things that I’ve seen going on in the world.  Maybe it’s kind of random, but I thought that I would share it:

 

The problem with people is everyone thinks they have a monopoly on truth, yet they can’t see past the noses they use to look down on others.

Fellow authors, you’ll understand this.

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Have you ever noticed how quick others are to judge your work for the slightest problem(s) they see?  Have you paid attention to who these people are, rarely a fellow author, rarely someone who could ever do the same thing themselves?  They are so snappy to pass judgment, but have they done with their own lives?  What have they achieved?  What work have they done?  Where does their supposed right come from, and how justified is it?  Some people feel that their only purpose in life is to tear down the work and/or happiness of others.  That is their goal, their entire way of being.  Maybe I’m ranting here, but if you are an author, a publisher, a blogger, an artist, a musician, an actor, anyone who does anything at all creative, you know what it is that I’m talking about.  Enough said.  Have a good day, and may you be able to just say to hell with them.   Judge-and-Jury

Please sign this petition to help Indie authors. Thank you.

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We, the Indie authors of the world, desperately need everyone’s help. It is unjust, unfair, and uncalled for that Amazon allows a 1 week return policy (meaning the purchaser keeps the book for free) on e-books. Indie authors cannot afford and do not deserve this. Please help by putting your name on this petition. It would mean the world to me and to everyone like me. Thank you so much. 

http://www.change.org/petitions/amazon-com-stop-allowing-one-week-returns-on-kindle-books?share_id=zZNaRjrKDM&utm_campaign=friend_inviter_chat&utm_medium=facebook&utm_source=share_petition&utm_term=permissions_dialog_false

my new poem – Tell Me Why

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This is available for free on smashwords:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/458438

 

Here is an excerpt.

 

You meant more to me
Than the ones before.
Tell me why.
You were no better than them,
But I loved you more.
Tell me why.

I die day by day.
Tell me why.
I don’t mind
That you’re now away.
Tell me why.
I almost want to love to hate
That you’ve been gone for forever,
And an eternity longer, I will have to wait.
Tell me why.Tell Me Why

My newest novel, “Under the Cypress Moon”

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http://www.amazon.com/Under-Cypress-Moon-Jason-Wallace-ebook/dp/B00LP2HIDO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1405474257&sr=8-1&keywords=under+the+cypress+moon10536738_728163940559185_728487053_n

There are issues with the cover for the paperback, but for now, the e-book will be available on all major booksites. It is available on Amazon as an e-book. I will update the status when the paperback is ready for print.
Under the Cypress Moon by Jason Wallace33 chapter sprawling dark romantic epic: A story of interracial love and friendship, of gains and losses, of death and the triumph of the human spirit to overcome all obstacles:

The Crady family, the wealthiest in the region, once owned the Jones family, of which the Kings are a part. Generations later, Mark Crady and T.L. King have been friends longer than either of them can remember. Once Mark falls in love with T.L.’s little sister, Shylah, he is unsure of how to proceed. He does not know whether his friendship can be sustained through the sudden and drastic change of taking on his new found quest of love while juggling the impending death of his bigoted father and keeping alive the family business that provides the livelihoods of many, including his best friend and his best friend’s father and uncle.

$3.99; $2.00 with smashwords coupon; There are cover issues with the paperback version. The paperback will be released soon.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LP2HIDO

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/456158

Come Save Me – Let Me Be

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This was written on July 9, 2014.

Maybe it will all be better tomorrow.

Maybe things won’t have to be this way.

Maybe, at the edge of all of this sickness and sorrow,

Is the dawn of some brighter day.

 

I don’t feel like I can go on any longer.

I don’t know just how to make this right.

The pain and the strain of a loss of hope

Getting only stronger

Is strangling me ever so tight.

 

I’m on the verge of giving up on life altogether,

Leaning over a precipice.

I’m pushing and inching further and nearer,

And if I go off of the ledge, it could be better.

It sometimes seems the only offering of relief,

And if I try, I won’t miss, and me, you won’t miss.

 

I see only clouds that are gathering,

Never again to part.

All that’s allowed in this place that I hardly can fathom

Is room for a tortured soul and a bitter heart.

If I could plead, come save me,

I might just believe that someone could

Come save me.

 

I know if I leave, I’ll be quickly forgotten.

I won’t matter one more hour.

I will be decaying, rotten; I won’t care.

It already matters so little now or

Then or now and again.

Maybe there should be no more delaying, no more

Misery I am so easily caught in; I won’t care.

 

After years of trying too hard,

I’ve amounted to less than you.

I’ve mattered to less than few.

Doing so much and running so fast

That I am so lost in nothingness and looking to pass,

I fall so far behind.

I’m all in my mind.

I’ve made a life that is worth only misery,

And I’ve only been someone for only me.

I wish that there was anyone to care enough

To come save me,

But they all just – let me be.

 

With no one to count on, I’ll just leave.

There isn’t one in this world

To come save me.

Goodbye to you, and don’t you say

Goodbye to me.

 

Just do your part, and – let me be.

The problem of the Indie author

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I enjoy the craft of writing so much that when I am not writing, I am thinking about writing. It is my passion, the great love of my life. The ability to create is a gift; however, the bad thing about being an Indie author is that you spend more time editing, self-publishing, and promoting than you do actually writing.