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Posts From Old Website – August 2015

My old website was a Weebly site and as of today there is no way to import my old blog posts from Weebly to Word Press.  So, I’m going to post them here.

The dates will be off, but the content will be the same.

BOOK AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER

08/28/2015

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My newest book, Conguise Chronicles: The Rise Of The River-Man (Mutter’s Story) is now available for pre-order on Amazon for 99 cents (click the book cover to order it now).  This is a novella about the River-Man who Trinity named Christian.Here’s the book description: Some monsters are born; others are made.  Mutter was sure that his pending execution at the Guards’ Shelter was the worst thing that could happen to him, but that was before he met Professor Conguise.  Now, he is living in a laboratory and the Almightys are giving him shots. He fears that they are attempting to mutate him into some kind of monster like those in the other cages. The creatures in the other cages are unnatural. Things that he can’t believe exist. Things that shouldn’t exist and if he doesn’t escape, soon he will become one of them. Since it is only available for pre-order, Amazon does not let you read any of the chapters.  I’m going to post the Introduction and chapter 1, so you can take a look.  I’ve also posted the back cover.  I think a lot of you will find the author bio and drawing amusing.

Introduction:The world of the Lake of SinsThis story takes place hundreds of years after the Great Death visited the earth, killing most humans, all domestic animals and all wild animals larger than a turkey.  Those who survived were left with the task of rebuilding society.  The new social structure on earth is now based on a class system.  The classes important to this story are detailed below.The Almightys rule all of the other classes.  They are the only direct descendants of the human race.  They are generally between five and six feet tall with dark hair and pale, hairless, white skin.  The Guards belong to the Almightys and are used for hunting or protection.  They vary in size and hair color.  Their eyes are usually brown and the males generally wear facial hair.  Both males and females have a light coating of hair on their bodies. They have large canine teeth used for biting and tearing.  They are strong, fast and heal quickly.  Their senses of hearing, smell and nighttime vision is superior to Almightys.   The House Servants also belong to the Almightys but their role in this society is to manage the households and businesses of the Almightys.  They are slender in build and short, between four and five feet tall.  They also have a light coating of hair covering their bodies.  The males are usually clean shaven.  They are all born with fangs and claws, although their claws are often removed by their masters.  Their eyes are usually a vibrant hue and their senses of night vision, hearing and smell is superior to the Guards’.  Stray or unwanted Guards and House Servants are taken to the local shelters and are executed if not adopted.Mutter is a Guard who is no longer wanted.  He waits to be executed.  This is his story. CHAPTER 1Mutter was in trouble.  No one would want a Guard like him. Even with keeping his beard neat and trim, he was too big and too strong and too ugly.  He stretched out on the concrete floor and winced.  He definitely had some broken ribs, but he’d fought and won with broken bones in the past.  He started coughing.  It was this sickness that had cost him the match.  He sat up; the coughing subsided.  He’d pleaded with Vickers, his Almighty master, not to make him fight but the money had already switched hands.  He leaned his head against the bars of the cage.  He’d lost the fight and now he’d lose his life.  Vickers did not give second chances. The door opened and a male Almighty around thirty years old with blond hair entered the room followed by Satcha, the House Servant who ran this establishment.  The Guards’ Shelter didn’t allow visiting at this hour but Almightys did whatever they wanted.  He didn’t even bother to stand up like the others.  No one wanted him.  It was a bit embarrassing, but he’d tried to find a new home his first few days here.  He’d run to the front of the cage and had smiled at the Almightys.  He’d smelled the fear on them as they’d passed.  Most tried not to look at him, but he was big and scarred and hard to ignore.They stopped in front of his cage.“Ableson, this is the one I told you about,” said Satcha.  “Looks like he was a fighter, so he should be used to obeying.  He does have a bad cough, but I thought he might work for you.”The Almighty stared at him but remained quiet, blue eyes sizing him up.“Come here,” said Satcha.Mutter wanted to stay where he was to annoy the Servant but Guards like him didn’t get many chances for a home.  He stood slowly, letting the Almighty get used to his size and appearance.“How old are you?” asked Ableson.“Not sure.  Been around for a while but not too old.”  That was the safe answer.  He had counted nineteen winters but that might be too old or too young.  He never could tell what an Almighty wanted.“By his teeth and body we estimate around twenty-five to thirty years,” said Satcha.Ableson twirled his finger.  Mutter understood that signal.  Before the fights started, when the betting happened, he was often sized up by the gamblers.  He turned in a circle, slowly, giving the Almighty time to study him.  “I’m strong and healthy.”  That was a lie but he would be healthy again.  He just needed a little time and food.“Does have that cough, that I mentioned.”  Satcha sent him a glare.“Just a little.  From this damp, rotten place.”  He hated Servants. They didn’t know when to keep their big mouths shut.“I need an obedient Guard.”  The Almighty’s eyes roamed up and down his frame.  “Won’t find one more obedient than me.”“Let’s see if that’s true.”  Ableson walked down the aisle.  “Is there another Guard who he’s close to?”“Him?”  Satcha laughed, following the Almighty.  “He’s so big and ugly even the other Guards stay away from him.”Ableson stopped in the hallway.  “Take this one out.”The Servant opened the cage and slipped a rope over a young Guard’s neck.  Mutter’s chest pinched.  Typical.  The Almighty’s always chose the young ones.  His only chance was gone.  They would walk out and soon he’d be executed.  He started to sit back down, when the three of them stopped in front of his cage.  “Put her in with him,” said Ableson.“Ah, we keep the younger ones separate from the older ones, especially the older males,” said Satcha.The Almighty didn’t say a word, but his look was enough.  The Servant muttered an apology and opened the door shoving the young Guard into Mutter’s cage.  He glanced at the little Guard who stood as far away from him as possible.  She couldn’t have been older than nine.  She had russet hair and large, frightened, brown eyes.“Hit her,” said Ableson, his tone conversational.“Wait,” said Satcha.  “That one’s young and attractive.  I can find a home for her.  Let me get—”“I’ll pay for both.”  The Almighty’s eyes never left Mutter.  “Now, beat her.”Mutter kept his face a mask but his stomach clenched.  He didn’t want to do this.  He’d fought females before but they were all older, experienced fighters.  This wouldn’t even be a fight.  “I need an obedient Guard,” reminded Ableson.The girl trembled in the corner, tears streaming down her soft, round cheeks.  “Please, don’t hurt me.”Pleading didn’t do any good.  It didn’t change anyone’s mind.  He knew the game and it would be her or him.  He stared into the girl’s scared brown eyes.  “Bruised, broken or dead?”  “Just hit her.  I’ll tell you when to stop.”Mutter stepped forward.  The girl curled in a ball on the floor, pleading and crying.  He grabbed her by the shirt.  She weighed next to nothing, all skin and bones.  He punched her in the gut, making the blow look harder than it was, but the girl was so small she gasped and coughed.  He hesitated, waiting for the Almighty to stop this, but no words came.  He hit her again.  She yelped in pain.  He shifted his stance, stalling again and praying for the words that would allow him to quit, but the only sounds were the yells of the other Guards in the nearby cages.  Most screamed for him to stop but some cheered him on.  If the Almighty wouldn’t end this, he would.  His next punch caught her upside the head, knocking her out.  He let her slide to the floor.He walked toward the Almighty.“I didn’t say stop.”  Ableson’s blue eyes challenged him.He stared at the girl on the floor.  Only in the roughest fights, those to the end, did they hit opponents when they were down.“Forget it.  He won’t work.”  Ableson turned and headed for the door.His only chance was leaving.  He’d be dead tomorrow if that Almighty walked out the door.  The girl’s tiny frame was about the size of his arm.  She was still breathing.  “Wait.”Ableson walked back to the cage, a smug smile on his face. “Obey or I leave.  This is your only warning.”He nodded.  His heart thudded as each footstep moved him closer to the little female.  The other Guards had fallen silent.  He grasped her by the back of the shirt again.  Her head lolled to the side, her eyes closed.  His supper churned in his stomach.  He stared at the tears on her cheeks as he punched her over and over, trying to hit non-vital parts but it was difficult.  She was tiny and his fits were big.“Enough,” called the Almighty.  He lowered her to the floor.  Her breath was ragged as blood trickled from her lips.  His eyes burned, but no wetness came. He hadn’t cried since he’d lost his mother.  It didn’t do any good. He wiped the girl’s blood on his shirt as he faced the Almighty.Ableson smiled at him and handed an envelope to the Servant. “I’ll take him.”  Satcha looked in the envelope.  “Ah, the price for the girl…”Ableson frowned at the Servant but dug in his pocket and handed Satcha a few more bills.  The Servant stuck them in his pocket and opened the cage door, putting a rope around Mutter’s neck. He fisted his hands, fighting the urge to kill both of them, but he’d never make it out of the shelter if he did that.  “Come.”  Ableson yanked on the rope.  “What about her?” asked Satcha.“Do what you want with her.” “But…you already paid….”“If she lives, sell her again, or kill her.  I don’t care.”  Ableson walked toward the door.Mutter refused to look back at the girl, the sacrifice for his freedom.
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L. S. O’Dea

09/23/2015 7:01am

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FEAR THE WALKING DEAD: EPISODE 1

08/24/2015

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Well, I’ll have to say that the first episode of Fear the Walking Dead was better than I expected.  (Let’s be honest.  The Walking Dead episodes which focus on character instead of action/zombies are generally disappointing and boring.  For example:  the episode with Darryl and Beth after they left the jail comes to mind– I’d rather watch and apple turn brown than watch that again.  Fear so far has not been disappointing.  They manage to build the characters without slowing down the story. They have also handled the anticipation of danger very well. There were many times when I sat, tensed, waiting for the dead to come back (like the scene where Nick is tied to the hospital bed and his roommate is not doing well).I have also appreciated the writing.  There are small lines that really carry weight especially since we know what is going on but the characters don’t.  One of my favorite lines is when Nick’s mother tells Travis that she is tired of waiting for a phone call from the morgue (regarding Nick) and he says, “That won’t happen.”  It is a perfectly normal thing for this character to say to the woman he loves and yet, we know that he is absolutely correct, but not in the way that he means.So far, the series is fun.  Let’s hope that the writers and producers don’t ruin it.

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09/15/2015 4:23pm

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L. S. O’Dea

09/16/2015 5:33am

I enjoy the Walking Dead series too, although I think that they could make it a lot better. I’m not familiar with Rick’s leather jacket though. His hat – yes.

 

LEMON HEAD

08/20/2015

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Here’s the new author bio for my next book.  Conguise Chronicles: Rise of the River-Man (Mutter’s Story) will be available soon. Let me know what you think of the author bio. L. S. O’Dea sees things a bit differently than most people.  This is probably a bi-product of being the youngest of seven children in a time when TV was only worth watching in the evenings or Saturday mornings and there were no computers.  Back then, kids had to amuse themselves and being five years younger than her closest sibling she was often the unwilling entertainment.Since she was so much younger than her brothers and sisters, it was only reasonable that they knew how to do many things that she could not, such as read and write.  One day, before she started kindergarten, she really wanted to learn how to spell her name.  Her mother was busy cooking or cleaning (she had seven children to care for), so her brothers were instructed to help her.  After she learned how to spell her first and middle name (Linda Sue), she raced into the kitchen to share this new knowledge with her mother.  She was so proud, standing tall and reciting the letters of her name.  L-E-M-O-N H-E-A-D.Her mother was not happy with her brothers and stopped what she was doing to teach Linda the correct way to spell her name. L. S. still receives a box of Lemonhead candy every year for Christmas.
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FIGHTING MONOTONY

08/16/2015

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I struggle with the boredom of my days.  Get up.  Drive the same route to the office.  Have the same conversations and problems at work with the same people.  Come home.  Eat the same type of food every week.  Do the same chores.  Same.  Same.  Same.I don’t want anything too exciting because in my experience that is never good, but I do want different.I decided to try different foods, but didn’t like many of them.  Then I decided to eat in a room other than the kitchen.  Let me be clear, “Burgers in the Bathroom” night did not go over well with my family.
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WINNING AN ARGUMENT

08/08/2015

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I was arguing with a teenager the other day.“College isn’t important,” she said.“If you want to make a decent living it is,” I said.“Bill Gates dropped out of college,” she said.“And who does he hire?”
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HONESTY IN EVERYDAY LIFE

08/06/2015

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I went to the grocery store today.   “Did you find everything okay?” asked the cashier. “No, I found everything a little expensive,” I said. Honesty doesn’t always set you free.  Sometimes it delivers an open mouthed, shocked expression.

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PLOT HOLES AND BAD/LAZY WRITING:  THE LAST SHIP

08/01/2015

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This will be a reoccurring topic.  I like to watch TV and movies but I can’t help picking them apart for little plot holes (at least that’s what I call these things) or bad/lazy writing.  Unfortunately, I’ll be posting a lot of these when the Walking Dead starts again.  I love the show, the world, but they could do so much better.  Anyway, that blog is for another day.I’ve been watching the TV series The Last Ship and I love it. Season one was okay with some great episode and some boring episodes.  In season two every episode has been very good.  Let me be clear in the fact that I don’t know much about military protocol (actually, I only know what I’ve seen on TV) so perhaps this show has a lot of bad writing and holes in the story, but for me it has been very entertaining, until last week’s episode.On a side note, I don’t think that the commanding officer would actually be going on all these dangerous missions but I’ll let that slide.  I’ll suspend my disbelief in that case.  The actor who plays Tom Chandler is well cast and is the major character, so we want to see him do things.The episode (Alone and Unafraid) that aired on 7/26/2015, was entertaining but I couldn’t get over one major issue with the story. This series is a post-apocalyptic story where a plague has wiped out most humans in present day earth.  In this episode one of the main “bad” guys, has created more of the virus and wants to get it into the small pockets of survivors.  He is looking for those individuals who are naturally immune.  Okay, that is all fine and dandy, but the way he chose to get the virus into these small, hidden communities is through stuffed animals.  He wants to give the stuffed animal to a child and inside the toy is a vial of virus.  I understand what they are trying to do.  They want the viewer to see how truly evil these people are.  They are not only attacking innocent people but they are doing it through the children.  My problem is that I don’t see how that would work in a post-apocalyptic world.Think about how many stuffed animals your kids have or you had as a kid.  Now, imagine that the world has ended.  People are dying all over and you either flee with your family to a safe zone or stay in your neighborhood and try and make it on your own, scavenging and such.  How many stuffed animals would you allow your children to pack?  Probably one or two.  That would leave at least another 5-10 per child left in a high percentage of houses.  Stuffed animals are not a valuable commodity in a post-apocalyptic world.  Children out scavenging would be wary of strangers (as they should be anyway) and they wouldn’t risk taking a stuffed animal from someone they didn’t know.  A can of food, some medicine, soap, etc., they might take that chance, but a stuffed animal – no.  Again, I understand what the writers were trying to accomplish but they fell short.  They could have used something else, like candy or even a bike.  Now, a bike might be useful during the apocalypse.  It would help you get from point A to point B faster and you don’t need fuel.  Plus, bikes would probably be scavenged by other survivors so they might be scarce.  Truthfully, I’m not sure what they should have used and I’m not going to waste more brain power thinking about this (I have my own plot holes in my stories to catch and fill), but I know that they should have worked a little harder and came up with something a bit more believable than a stuffed animal.

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