Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Libro Agonia The Book of Pain by Author Roger Lawrence

If you type 'describe pain' in your address bar, you may see this:
pain
pān/
noun
noun: pain; plural noun: pains
  1. 1.
    physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury.
    "she's in great pain"
    synonyms:suffering, agony, torture, torment, discomfort More
    "she endured great pain"
    ache, aching, soreness, throb, throbbing, sting, stinging, twinge, shooting pain, stab, pang, cramps;
    "a pain in the stomach"
  2. 2.
    careful effort; great care or trouble.
    "she took pains to see that everyone ate well"
    synonyms:care, effort, bother, trouble
    "he took great pains to hide his feelings"
verb
verb: pain; 3rd person present: pains; past tense: pained; past participle: pained; gerund or present participle: paining
1.
cause mental or physical pain to.
"it pains me to say this"
synonyms:hurt, cause pain, be painful, be sore, be tender, ache, throb, sting, twinge, cause discomfort


Blurb: After being cursed to live forever, Tom Fletcher thinks that's as bad as it could get. When he discovers that he will spend eternity in unspeakable agony, never to sleep or eat, and that madness is denied him, he truly begins to understand the meaning of hopelessness.
After two hundred years of mind numbing pain he discovers that there is a way for him to escape the punishment. That opportunity arrives another century later. But has his mind been so warped by pain and misery that he could ever commit the awful crime required to free himself?

The Book of Pain follows one man's life through many adventures, including discovering a secret evil organization and a book, Libro Agonia. The main character Tom Fletcher is burdened by pain. Now you might ask what kind of pain?

Every description above. And he is cursed to live forever. Will he eventually overcome the curse? You'll have to read the book to find out.

Roger Lawrence is a genius of the macabre and he doesn't disappoint us one bit with this novel. The Book of Pain is unique in its subject matter and sure to please anyone who thrills in reading horror. I've read all of Mr. Lawrence's works and I believe this to be his greatest work.

The Book of Pain is available from Amazon for only $2.30 You can click on the above picture to purchase it there.

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I should have published this 2 months ago, but due to personal circumstances, I have been away from my blog, so I ask a favor of all you:

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Thank you.

LHR



Saturday, February 7, 2015

Chronic Fatigue and Immune Dysfunction Syndrome The Enemy Within

Last year was a tough year for me healthwise. I fell behind in all my goals, didn't publish any books, and often had to rest. I had hoped the New Year would bring a better year for me. I struggled up until November when I finally began to feel better and threw myself into several projects and worked at catching up and commenting on blogs.

The culprit was Chronic Fatigue and Immune Dysfunction Syndrome, known as CFIDS. When people hear this, they think I'm just tired and they'll often give me advice: get up and exercise. Run a couple of miles. Get the doctor to give you something for depression. You have too much yeast in your system, so do a cleansing. They don't understand that this illness is far worse than a little tiredness. I think of it as Sleeping Beauty Syndrome. Just try and wake me.

After my burst of energy in Nov and Dec, a family problem arose which set me back again. Then there was the saying good-bye to my favorite laptop and transferring all my files to a new one, plus getting accustomed to Windows 8 (don't like it at all). Still, our holidays were pleasant and I had high hopes for the New Year.

Not long after the New Year, my husband caught a cold. He worried that I would get it. You see, with CFIDs, the immune system is, well, wacky. I told him not to worry because I knew that I would get it, and sure enough, I caught the cold. So did my son.

My husband's cold went away after a week and a half although the cough lingered for a few days. My son's cold stayed a week and left.

Four weeks later, I wasn't any better and the cough was the same, plus I could tell that I now had a sinus infection. That wacky immune system at work. I ended up at the doctor's office. Yes, he said, I had a bad sinus infection, but he was more worried that my cough hadn't left.

Antibiotics and a prescription cough medicine for me. The antibiotics were difficult on my system, the cough medicine made me quite ill. Still, I took the medicines faithfully as I was told to. Now, with a triple whammy for my immune system, I was in bed most of the day and sleeping constantly, and certainly I was on the BRAT diet. The cough eventually settled down, the anti-biotics took 9 days before the sinus infection quit bothering me.

Five weeks later, I'm still suffering from the fatigue - exhaustion really and still having to rest most of the day, every day.

Why don't I fight the tiredness, you ask? Well, it's one of those 'you have to walk in my shoes to understand.'

Don't think that when I first got this chronic illness, I didn't fight it. I sure did, but in time I learned that the more I fought against the fatigue and all the other symptoms, the sicker I became and the longer the bedrest.

I got this 'enemy within' in 1989. I overheard my husband tell a friend, "I thought she was going to die. Her skin was grey, she could hardly move, and all she did was sleep."

I learned to live with it and my family learned to live with my ups and downs. For 10 years I was quite ill. Finally, I began to feel better. Eventually, I went back to work and for the next 10 years I worked full-time with few bouts of ill health, but then my enemy re-activated and struck with a vengeance worse than when I first got it.

I had heard that CFIDs could go into remission and could come back, and it surely did. Not only do I have this misunderstood illness, but I also have Epstein Barr too. Sadly, they play off one another so sometimes I'm down with both.

I've begun to feel better again, and now I'm back to playing catch-up, but I have to do this slowly and I have to eat right and I have to exercise gently and still remember to rest everyday. Stress is a trigger too, so I have to avoid stress. Meditation helps with that.

It's like one man told me years ago, "With this illness you have to recharge your battery every so often." And so I do.

Still, I know I have a good life. Yes, CFIDs causes a myriad of other illnesses and my immune system doesn't work right (I have too many anti-bodies running around wondering what they're supposed to do). Yet, this illness won't take my life, and if there's one thing it's given me, it's sympathy towards others and their illnesses whether physical or mental.

So, my friends, whenever you don't see me for awhile or I haven't been active in a group or I haven't written a blog or commented on one, just understand that I'm recharging my battery and one day I'll be back running just fine.

And this is why I self-publish. I never know when I'll be down or for how long.

LHR, my friends.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Developing a Character With That Midwest Attitude

A few years ago, we purchased our prescriptions from a pharmacy located inside a grocery store. One day, we were the next in line. As the customer in front of us finished, a guy rushed over and took her place. The pharmacist, much to my surprise, waited on him. When he left, I told the pharmacist what I thought of her and that guy then I told my husband to get our prescriptions while I picked up a few grocery items.

He caught up with me later and immediately asked, "What's a Midwest attitude?"
"Huh?" I asked, not paying attention.

"The pharmacist asked if you were from the Midwest and when I said yes, she said she knew it because you had that Midwest attitude."

I laughed, and I know that all of you from the Midwest are laughing too.
First, let's do a geography lesson. The U.S. is divided into regions.
Map courtesy of National Geographic


As you can see, the midwest involves quite a lot of states. The Midwest Region is from the Rocky Mountains to Allegheny Mountains, North of Ohio River and southern border of Missouri and Kansas: Illinois, Iowa, Indiana, Kansas, Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, Nebraska, North Dakota, Ohio, South Dakota, and Wisconsin.

We'll concentrate on the area that I grew up in - the Great Lakes Region. According to Wikipedia: he Great Lakes region of North America is a bi-national, Canadian-American region that includes the eight U.S. states of Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, Minnesota, New York, Ohio, Pennsylvania and Wisconsin as well as the Canadian province of Ontario. The region borders the Great Lakes and forms a distinctive historical, economic, and cultural identity. 


It's easy to know the names of the Great Lakes:
H     Lake Huron
O     Lake Ontario
M    Lake Michigan
E     Lake Erie
S     Lake Superior

I grew up in Ashtabula, Ohio, in the very northeast corner (third one down), right on the border of Pensylavania and right on Lake Erie.


Much of the Midwest is farmland and so it is in Ohio too. There are large towns with big industries and small towns.

That being said, just what is a Midwest attitude.


What are the people like? They are friendly yet hold tightly to tradional values and are dutiful. They tend towards conservatism, are less open about certain subjects and are stoic. And tend to call a horse a horse. Which is what I do when angered by someone.

When I moved to the West, the biggest difference was in the spoken word.
Common in the Midwest back then were 'yep' 'you betcha' and 'ainna?' (much like the Canadian word eh). Ainna = isn't it? Right?

I'd say, "Looks like rain, ainna?" and Westerners would stare at me not understanding.



Pronounciation was different too. At a restaurant, I'd ask, "Do you have any pop? (pronounced pahhp). I'd get the same answer.


I'd say bag as in baig, egg as in aigg. My son's kindergarten teacher informed me I was pronouncing them incorrectly.


Some Midwesterners would say 'warsh' for 'wash', ta for to (goin' ta the store), ya for you (how ya doin'), and even you guys (I still say this - what are you guys up to).

My stepmother from Illinois said Chicaga instead of Chicago.

Some say hard g's, such as hanGRR, hunGRR instead of  haŋ-ər, həŋ-gər (I got teased for these pronouciations).

In a linguistics class in college one day, the professor asked if anyone was from the Midwest. I raised my hand. He wrote two words on the board and asked me to read them:
caught and cot. In Western speaking, they're indistinguishable, but in the Midwest:
kAt and kat. Either - some would say Ither, some would say e(long e)ther. I still say Ither and nIther.

Common in the Midwest is ain't. Sometimes an a' before the verb - I ain't a'goin' ta tell ya again (agin).

Hold up there meant slow down

From my years in the Midwest I developed one of my favorite characters, Gerri. Gerri uses a lot of the speech patterns that the Midwest used years ago, and trust me, you don't want to anger her or she brings out her midwest attitude.

Here is an excerpt from one of her stories:



Embarrassed, Pastor James took out a hanky and wiped his face. “Speaking of seniors, aren’t you supposed to be calling out bingo?”
“Durn, yer right. Let’s go, Snookums.” Gerri pushed the buggy to the front of the men and women waiting with their bingo cards. “We got some right nice prizes this year, so pay attention.” She lifted Snookums out of the buggy.
The cat’s face brightened when he saw the Bingo rotary cage and he gave it a spin, watching the balls go round and round. Gerri stopped it and pulled out a ball, holding the cage while Snookums tried to spin it again. “Not yet, Snookums. B4,” she called out.
“G4?” asked Farley.
“Put yer hearing aid in,” said Gerri.
“O4?” asked Sadie.
“B4. B4,” said Gerri louder.
“N4?”
“There ain’t no G4. There ain’t no O4, and there ain’t no N4. B4.”
“Before what?” asked Stanley.
Just then, Snookums spun the wheel so hard that the balls went flying everywhere.

Here's another example:


“Now, who’s that comin’ our way? He best not want money ‘cause I don’t give hand-outs to lazy good-for-nothings what don’t attend church.” Gerri clutched her purse tightly under one arm as she eyed the stranger.
Walking towards them was a twitchy young man dressed in tawdry clothes. His hair was tousled, he was grungy, he looked like he hadn’t slept in days, and he kept sniffing in short quick bursts as if he had a cold or an allergy. He watched each direction as he approached Gerri.
“You got the money?” He rubbed his nose and shivered uncontrollably.
“What’s it to you if I got money?”
“Don’t play around, lady; I’ll give it to you when I see the dough.”
“Give me what? Why, I’m a God-fearin’ woman and ya want me ta pay ya for some sinful act? Are ya askin’ me ta do the hokey pokey with ya like I’m some kind of common hurr?”
The man snorted impatiently. “Sinful act?” He shook his head. “Look, pay me and I’ll show it to you.”
“You pervert!” yelled Gerri, smacking him with her purse in which she kept a rather large bible along with wrapped coins. “Help!” yelled Gerri, “Help. There’s a pervert here a’wantin’ ta show me his doodly parts.” Gerri continued to hit him while he tried to grab her purse away from her.


Yes, Gerri reminds me of many women I met while growing up. Look for Gerri's stories to be published this year.

As for my Midwestern attitude, I'm proud to be called a Midwesterner and proud of my midwest attitude.

Love, Honor, and Respet, ainna?