I wanted to say hello to my dear readers today. My reading clientele is very important to me, and always will be not matter how successful I ever get. I’ve had an outstanding writer’s week. A journal that specializes in strange, localized Southern stories has agree to publish my novella titled “The Incident in Galloway’s Quarter ” inside an anthology. This decision was determined unanimously by three editors who reviewed my work.
As may be recalled from my earlier post, this tale was based on a real-life gothic horror era occurring in the northeastern area of South Carolina and the southeastern area of North Carolina back during the time 1981 – 1986. I may be wrong, but I seriously doubt another era anything similar will occur with the individualist flare as this one did. This era allowed one a glimpse into a rigid social and economic culture dominating the region at least since the 1920s, and more than likely reaching much farther backward at least into Antebellum times. I am glad I lived and could see living personalities and culture harking backward to those times, when men were men and rightfully owned and profited from what they possessed and would accept nothing less from anybody. No doubt, there shall always be corruption and more ages of it to come, but it will be a brutish, animalistic style of culture rather than one so heavily drenched in class, delightful color displays, and natural talented accomplishment.
Specifically, the era was technically labeled Col-Core. The term means Columbus Corruption, since Columbus County NC, right on the SC boarder, was the epicenter of the involved area I labeled Galloway’s Quarter. I have always said a bestselling novel could be written with this era as the panorama backdrop. I could see movie contracts coming out of such a novel, if it was well designed and written. The catch is securing access to the legal records and finding locals who would freely speak about the times. Most of those who forwarded these events along were already elders then, now long faded into the grave. A few of these characters from the times still live, far as I know anything about. They are too old to make much of a noticeable stir but would be very unhappy about people poking around asking questions and telling them about books and films they were wanting to compile from details given.
A magazine offered to publish a short story and three poems. I’ve had all of this traditional publishing success in a single week! Thats one novel, a nonfiction how to book, a novella, a short story and three poems, all in a single week. It’s been years of work in the making though. I have a literal back log of manuscripts I can submit. My goal is to have every one of them traditionally published by the time I’m 60 years old, and I’m 55 now. After I turn 60-61, all of these manuscripts I have submitted so many times and haven’t had traditionally published, I’m going to spend money on editing, rewriting, and finding a good company to help me self-publish them. There once were several such companies. I do not know about now. Anyway, that’s enough speaking on this lonely dark stormy Saturday night at home. Until next time…
I honestly don’t mean to brag, but years of hard work often pays off, and its most certainly worth mentioning. I have offered the perfect guaranteed program for becoming traditionally published on this blog earlier. Here it is again, just in case anybody missed it. I recommend the paperback version over the e-version. Somehow programing for the e-version was mucked all up.
Last week the manager at Labor Finders informed me I would have a 40 hour weekly continuous job post. I didn’t have work yesterday, nor do I have any today. Yesterday I showed up onsite, but the management there turned me away, saying he had not work for me to do, nor no money to pay me with. Since everything is online, the way my days run is such.
I arise at 0530. I go directly into this empty house where I have rented a room for 500.00 a month. I throw together a sandwich or mix some potato flakes and diced cured ham for breakfast. I make a cup of coffee, and I await the manger’s call or motor on down to the office by 0630. When he has nothing, I am at the local county library by 1000, when it opens up.
So here I am. Its 1136 at the county library here in Florida. Sometimes I honestly feel like a high-class hobo myself. I read half of the first chapter in “Of Mice and Men,” and I swear I can relate to the feelings of the two hobos entering the natural environment described by the author. I see the same hobo faces in here every day. They all spend as much time in here as I do. Usually, I remain here until 1700. The place closes by 1800, but its dark by then. I want to be back home by dark.
Like I have said before, I live the life I describe in my latest how to work, such as, “The 10+ Best Survival Jobs.” I ordered six of my most recent traditionally published books and had them shipped to the library here, with a note on the box informing workers where these books were intended for donation. There are many libraries here in this place, and I intend on donating many of my books to at least two thirds of them before I leave out. Should I fail to find solid employment, I’m moving on. I hope to make a grubstake somewhere. I actually like this town I’m in, but reality is reality.
I’ve determined to allow myself until February or April at the latest, since it will be springtime everywhere else in America by then. Are any fellow traditionally published authors out there wanting to join in my adventurous rambling, writing, and artistic lifestyle with me? Drop me a line on this blog site, then. It would be interesting to hear from others of the cloth. My wife may return next week. Her and I feel so much differently about everything, but then she is retired, and I am not.
Here are my latest two books. I had to speak a bit and get readers caught up on everything going on in my part of the world these days, so forgive me being so long with it. I have written it underneath what might be my favorite, and most popular pseudonym, Dr. Henry Lydo.
Backpacking isn’t What it Used to Be!
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Dr. Henry Lydo’s backpacking experience spans the majority of his adult life in both wilderness and urban settings, domestic and abroad moving from town to city, hostel to campsite, and everything in between.
Inside Survival Backpacking you will learn:
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How to properly pack your backpack.
A nutritious and portable 30 day supply of food.
The best backpacking equipment to choose – and where to get it.
How to stay safe while exploring this great world of ours.
The 10 best portable animal traps in case you find yourself in a survival situation.
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Learn everything you need to backpack in today’s world, because Dr. Henry Lydo is sharing his secrets from decades of experience.
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Nothing beats a good 44000 word western, wed with a realistic plot filled by rich intrigue and exotic mystery. Top that off with a grand addition of violence in measured cups, mixed in with a light sprinkling of sexual escapade, and one might cook up a beautiful novel well worth taking a bite from. When this work was being composed, the thought struck the author to go one more step farther, intending to make this unique serving irresistible; He served this dish up before a clear panorama of open, cloudless skies, cacti desert and colorful native tribes, complete with a mountainous horizon. The tin and board small towns, complete with banks, Federal Marshals, and safes filled with golden coin, really do make this unique dish all that much more inviting!
Imagine yourself, if for only a fleeting moment, on a beach side cottage porch somewhere, immersing yourself into this exotic world of “They Called Him Ringo Arenas.” Inside the American populous at large, there still lies a powerful adoration for the heritage of liberty and raw freedom these created scenes represent.
My life here in west central Florida started out bumpy. The thought passed through my brain to go back home and move in with family until I get back up onto my feet, but I’ve lived here for the past month already. My advice is to resist all of these impulses in the face of difficulty and tough it on out. Look for the good in one’s surroundings. I certainly had much to be thankful for. Money was running somewhat low, so I signed on with a company called Labor Finders. I work a day and am paid at the end of the day. After the first week I had a full forty-hour work week. There is a bank growing in popularity in these parts known as Sun Coast. I have never worked with people who are so accommodating. I highly recommend them.
I live the life I describe in one of my latest works, “The Ten Best Survival Jobs, how to find them, how to get them.” https://www.amazon.ca/Ten-Best-Survival-Jobs-find-ebook/dp/B0BJLGQQPY This work was originally published by SF Nonfiction, but the company fell on hard times and recanted every contract that was not on, or near being on, a best seller list. They still offer hardcover copies for sell, and the work has a five-star rating. Investigate the link for yourself. https://www.amazon.ae/10-Best-Survival-Jobs-find/dp/1925979482 With SF Nonfiction, at the editor’s request, I wrote underneath the pseudonym, L Horne. Living the unique life, I instruct for my readers to assume, is a part of what sets my work apart from most of my competitors. I describe myself in my own blunt nature as being the real deal, slam to the blood and bone! With me not much of a middle ground exists. One either deeply adores me or hates me to the core.
The writing lifestyle can be a true struggle to maintain. I have been doing it for over thirty years now. Believe it or not, there have been times when I considered throwing my hands up and quitting. If I was to do so, then who would I be? What would I be? What kind of life would I live? Where would my resignation place my loyal fans? In the end I can’t quit writing. Writing is my drug and my escape when everything else is gone. I am a writing junky.
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Here is another interesting work I absolutely must mention in passing today.
Way back during the mid 1980’s, I lived in the general area of the country where this account takes place. The time period from 1981 until maybe 1988, was known as the Col-core Era. The label, Col-core, stands for Columbus County corruption. The true participating territory encompassed virtually the entire southeastern NC, and northeastern SC areas, however. I am utterly astounded no other author from anywhere has written anything hailing from that era of time. So, I am proud to be the first one to do so!
The Col-core era really was like a living true life Gothic horror episode. I am happy to have witnessed it. Loads of violence, mysterious people, real life unsavory characters, wealthy families living in very elegant newly constructed and old-time West Indies styled mansions, with connections reaching deeply into the governor’s mansions of both states playing favorites and lashing out at enemies, and so forth, performed a part in this era. Let there be no doubt that to this day many questions of the time period are still un-answered. Such is the gospel truth of it. While maybe a majority of these colorful characters who played an active part have passed on, alas, still yet numbers live to this very day. I speculate where this reality could be a reason nothing has yet to be written, besides the fact of no writer ever bothering to do so, I feel. Court records are tough to access for those of us who don’t possess high profile security clearances, and only guilty fools give interviews. Good fiction must bear a certain grain of truth in it, if we recall.
For most of my life I have been active outdoors. I have been a big-time hunter, fisherman, trapper, hiker, camper, and man of the woods in general. Back during the mid 1980’s, I was hiking, camping, hunting and trapping, to a great extent in this area. There were several live oak and Spanish moss sheltered wolf’s-dens off from the railroad tracks near the old White Marsh Depot, where outdoorsmen of many types met to socialize, display their catches, trade valuable commodities and information in general. I hiked and trapped one of my rounds, pausing there briefly before moving on. The people of the time and era there were most definitely entertaining, and half-interesting to conversate with. Most of their conversations were about long-lost hell raising days overseas during the Korean and Vietnam wars, the big fist fights they were involved in locally over the years, how many people were afraid of them, how many deer they had slain and how many dirty women they had laid with. Huge amounts of cash money supposedly turned selling swamp made white lightning and other contraband, also filled their lines of speech that day. Then of course, one topic of conversation among locals of the time period was this Col-core situation.
Local people there in this morning setting before the crackling campfire, beside the hotcake skillet and the tin coffee pot, had a version of reasons why this situation occurred differing greatly from the news media of the time. I have no way to validate any of their claims. There is no doubt where an overwhelming majority of these claims were outright apocryphal. Small grains of truth in other claims, had magnitude levels super-inflated, as is the usual case in these types of affairs. The Incident in Galloway’s Quarter is a tale of fiction elaborating from these local claims, first published by Rowdy Living Press. The mentioned characters are fictional, while other names, descriptions, and places have been changed to protect both innocent and guilty faces. Purchase your copies today!
A company called Offbeat Reads has agreed to publish “The Incident in Galloway’s Quarter” inside an anthology sometime in March, I think. I will post the link inside this post, so stay tuned.
In daily living our successes often seem small and insignificant. When we maintain a journal, we can clearly see where much more occurred to our good credit than we might have been aware of. We have many adventures, I am telling all of you, throughout the day. Your surroundings are like a stage or a story plot, with you in the center! In the end, when everything else around me crumbles into dust, I still have my writing. That why I am a firm believer in everybody developing some sort of artistic talent, be it whatever it may. When all else crashes one may then throw himself into his creation.
I have much to speak of today, but little time to say it. I love writing, publishing, books, and other people who do also. I am here on this Sunday in B&N Bookstore writing, submitting, and posting. Tell me what you think of the poem chapbook above. Hearing from my fan base is very important to me. Truth be said here on this space, without you, the fans, there would be no famous musicians, movie stars, politicians, presidents, kings, and authors. From what I used to hear way back when I haunted his home turf, Andy Griffith might have forgotten all about you folks who made him what he was, but I haven’t! I could drop a line on much about ole AG, but not on this little writer’s blog. I’m shocked some person hasn’t published a book on it, but I do know ole AG was protected by some high and mighty people.
I must make a two-hour run all the way to Orlando at midnight. Its frigid as my ex-wife and raining like the floods of Noah outside. The wolf has no consideration for logistical concerns when she plans her flights. She goes out at comfortable, manageable times, but comes back in when it’s an absolute dog for those who must be there to pick her up. I wanted to work tomorrow, but I suppose I can do so on a pot of coffee, eh? Living on the edge can be dangerous at times, don’t you think?
Drop me a line! Cheers, and happy reading and writing.
It’s been a little while since I’ve written. Here we are wallowing around in central Western Florida for the time being. I expected loads of real employment opportunity here. Man, how I can never go wrong! They have a grand horse and pony show, so let me tell you all about it. You can just see the loving emperor’s great Thanksgiving and Christmas cornucopia of genuine middleclass opportunity all around you. This place really puts the magnificent city of OZ to shame! Although to be perfectly honest, I will say that I have yet to meet a tin man. All of you should come check it all out! Everything is so inexpensive here. I mean, single apples for only two dollars apiece, whole cartons of eggs by the dozen for only five dollars, men’s basic haircuts for $60.00, a price so low it will make you want to cut your own! Gas is a measly 3.60 a gallon, for crying out loud around here! When it increases its only by 10 to 20 cents a week. This place is an American heaven, especially if you originate from somewhere in California or Boston, Mas’.
Anyway, I am working at Labor Finders for the time being now. I can get buy on this and still take time when I choose to live an adventurer’s life. The beach area here really is fun. There is so much to do here, festivities going on, nice live band clubs by the beach to visit. This area has many book launches going on, and literary events. These are my favorite parts about it. I prefer the beachside dive bars, with the two-dollar draft and the 3-dollar hotdogs and hamburgers I can load down with slaw, pickles, hot sauce and onions. So, it is when one lives his life on the edge!
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Stay in touch with the publishing and ever-growing bookstore branch of SR&H Enterprises. Check out our company logo! The photograph is very real. The publishing company’s name is Rowdy Living Press. We have plans to make the bookstore an actual brick and mortar business catering to adventurers and artists as no other anywhere does, but can’t do so without you, our customer and fan base! As always, a big THANKS for all that you’ve done for us thus far. We live to take the grim falls, the hard rolls, and the brutal punches life on the edge throws at us, so you won’t have to! While all of you-kind folks, have the luxury of easing back into your comfortable beach cottage chairs and reading about our spaghetti piles and grand spider webs, we have to unwind from around us. You deserve all of the pleasure without the pain, would you not agree? Come on now! Cheers, and happy reading.
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Another collection of children’s stories below! All of these stories are some passed down by elders, and others born from the imagination.
The book below has an interesting history. More than 20 years ago I was employed in the Carolinas as an EC teacher for three years. The department head at the school I was employed at was known as the Witch of Drowning Creek, respectively. Without a doubt, she had a foul, bitter personality, and hated her job. Nobody understood how or why she chose to or even managed to remain employed.
On that note, my first day she seized me by the left arm, marched me down the hall to an empty classroom, rudely shoved me toward the teacher’s desk; then informed me that no materials existed, to include books, yet I was expected to instruct the students in all subjects or endure termination for nonperformance of assigned duties. I had five days to come up with something, she told me, and no materials could be purchased, since the school had no funds to do so with.
So, I did all that I knew to do, and began writing. I took children’s stories I had written for my own children, and crafted exercises from them. I got a week ahead of myself during these five days without students. When the year ended, I had organized them into this book. Not only were these stories and exercises used in EC classes, I also used them during my days as an international ESL teacher. One four-month summer abroad the wife and I traveled throughout Ecuador and Peru, giving lectures and selling copies of this book. It sold like hotcakes, we made it into the local news, and we recouped all of our traveling expenses in so doing. This work still has decent sales to this very day. Get your own copies in bulk for the discount, while it’s still possible!
I do apologize for not writing more frequently. Must of late, has been happening in my living and writing world. For one thing, I quit my work at the property I was employed at. The company I was employed with sold out three times during the year and a half I was there. This busted my retirement and my benefits back to the start. I also never received any raise. My pay was 16.50 at the end, as it was when I hired in.
My dear wife wanted to relocate back to Ecuador, since she retired in January of this year. I was game. I had nothing to lose, since my job was playing out anyway. I put in my notice, and away we flew. I think I made detail specific notes in regard to this earlier on. We stayed there for three months. We hooped a plane to Florida, hopped another to San Francisco, then hopped a ship to Hawaii, and had a blast the entire time! I won’t shoot anybody any twisted lines; we had a grand time!
Once everything settled down, we visited children and my parents for three weeks or so, then we motored down to Florida. We’ve settled in for the time being around central Florida. Come February, we shall glance backward, and if we are not contented with our lives, then we’ll jet back down to Ecuador. I know I can land employment at the best of academies then. Check my latest books out! I used a new pseudonym.
Many ladies walking on the boardwalk, dancing to the music, swaying to the beat. I’m eating food, listening, watching, getting used to it, dealing with the heat.
The wind blowing across the water, the sand in the air, the sun beating down, while the breeze tosses my hair. Ambling down through the bamboo town, sampling the wha-tita, walking all around, moving with the sound.
Ah, the water sways me, placing me into the surrounding fish schools I see, rocking me back and forth, like a I was on a sea horse. I feel so cool, my mouth still drools, for the taste of the red snapper, and the squid supplied by the sea side trapper.
Into the water he drops a clay amphora, pulling up large crab, and eel for the food store. Sometimes a sea bass, sometimes a lobster, without any bait, are taken every day.
Many ladies, many bodies, many thin bathing suits; go on dancing, continue prancing, while a five string bands plays the reed flutes. The tide is rising, the scene is thriving, there is gold on the hill, oh what a thrill.
The lines are forming, money is moving, when gold fills the room, before the hooch runs out at noon. The little man is smiling, many in the line are sighing, while so many are buying before the hooch runs out at noon.
Well, I’m out again by the pool at 0914, out again where the parakeets scream. I’m outside again where the day is clear, with my dolly sitting beside me so near.
Well Fie fo fum I see the morning sun, yeah today might still yet be lots of fun. Sounds of traffic in the distance I hear, but behind stone walls and barbed wire we have nothing to fear.
A breakfast of large sardines, rice, and black beans can make one’s soul turn our very clean. The smell, however, will make a preacher’s wife scream. The heat of the day can make a grown man shed a tear. Washed down in sweat even a saint will sling his head, buck, and rear.
Everybody all over are wanting money, so we both must run. What amazes me most is that the day has only begun. We must hit the road, and carry our load, before the pickle truck comes and the whistle blows.
So run over here Sally, shoo fly shoo, there are cabs to catch and so much still yet to do. In praise of the day I sing my song. I must make my mark cause I won’t be here long.
Outside in the distance I hear monkey sounds and cooing doves, better cook your meat well and use rubber gloves. There are head hunters in the woods and poisoned arrows in the air. Buried treasure in the ground, and I will meet you out there .https://www.pinterest.com/hldowless/just-a-few-of-my-favorite-things/
H.L. Dowless, author, entreprenuer, and adventurer 