A Little Humor Goes A Long Way

A Little Humor Goes A Long Ways

I think a little of sense of humor sprinkled in a book is good for literature unless you write text books. I can’t say it’s great for every book even if is fictional. It depends on the genre and the theme.

Even if you write nonfictional books. It wouldn’t hurt to hold your readers’ attention with a joke or two. No, don’t write joke if your book is on a serious issue like domestic violence, genocide, depression.

My way of making people feel better is making them laugh. Laughter can make one forget their problems for a while and it has been medically proven to lower the blood pressure.

When I speak on my books I always add a little humor. It’s a way to help me relax and help the audience get to know me. Loosen things up. I might tell a joke from one of the books. Those who have read it catch the joke and those who haven’t become interested in what the others are laughing about.

One thing anyone who come and listen to me or visit my blog knows. I’m a straight forward person. I don’t pretend. I’ve always been a straight forward person and most people who are real don’t mind my honesty. They say they appreciate it.

Too many have forgotten how to laugh. I know lots of times there’s nothing in life to laugh about. But I want to ask this question…has constantly crying improved anything? 

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Stages of Writing a Book According to Jack Sparrow.

According to Jack Sparrow these are the faces you make going through different stages of creating a book.

Writing it. The most delicious part. It’s fun.
Reading it. Huh? What did I meant?
Editing it. You know what book? You’re getting on my nerves. I ought to choke you.
Finish it. The final stage is when the book wins and has driven you to drinking.

 

Stages of writing According to Jack Sparrow

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15 Men on a Dead Man’s Chest Sea Shanty was written for Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson.

Most people only know the chorus, “Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!”and there’s probably a very good reason Most likely your parents didn’t want you running around the house  singing about cracking skulls, cutting throats, and harpooning people.

By today’s’ standard Treasure Island, had this book been written in recent years it would have never became a beloved children book. It’s actual has some morbid scenes but children have played “Treasure Island” for over a 130 years. 

Fifteen Men on a Dead Man’s Chest” was written by Robert Louis Stevenson for his book “Treasure Island”, which was published in 1883. Stevenson wrote part of the song. The poet Young E. Allison expanded it into a poem called Derelict, which was published in 1891. Even though Stevenson and Allison made up this song for fictional works, it’s still sung today.
15 Men on a Dead Man’s Chest – American Children’s Songs – The USA – Mama Lisa’s World: Children’s Songs and Rhymes from Around the World . By all definition, these men really worked each other over is mildly put.

Fifteen men on the Dead Man’s Chest,
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest,
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
The mate was fixed by the bosun’s pike, (whaling harpoon)
And the bosun brained by a marlinspike,
And the cookie’s throat was marked belike
It had been clutched by fingers ten,
And there they lay, all good, dead men,
Like break o’ day in a boozin’ den
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men of a whole ship’s list,
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and bedamned and their souls gone whist,
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion’s ax his cheek had shore,
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped ceaselessly in upstaring eyes,
By murk sunset and by foul sunrise””
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men of ’em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers’ glut with a rotting red
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrawise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men of ’em good and true
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ev’ry man jack could ha’ sailed with Old Pew,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there that took the plum
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

More was seen through a sternlight screen
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
‘Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
Oh was she wench or some shudderin’ maid
That dared the knife and took the blade
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
We wrapped ’em all in a mains’l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser’s bight
And we heaved ’em over and out of sight,
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

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Sympathy vs. Empathy

Sympathy Vs Empathy

I guess she said it all.

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“Hush Little Baby” deviate from an older song that wasn’t meant for children.

“Hush Little Baby” deviate from an older song that wasn’t meant for children. That’s right. This wasn’t originally a children song. The origin song had another meaning I’m sure no one would sing to a child under eighteen nowadays. But bear in mind when the song came into existent people got married at a much earlier age.

“Hush little baby, don’t say a word,” By Mother Goose

Hush little baby, don’t say a word,
Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.

And if that mockingbird won’t sing,
Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.

And if that diamond ring turns to brass,
Papa’s gonna buy you a looking glass.

And if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa’s gonna buy you a billy goat.

And if that billy goat won’t pull,
Papa’s gonna buy you a cart and bull.

And if that cart and bull turn over,
Papa’s gonna buy you a dog named Rover.

And if that dog named Rover won’t bark,
Papa’s gonna buy you a horse and cart.

And if that horse and cart fall down,
You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town!

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Ma Rainey_Gertrude Pridgett, the start of it all. Grandmother of modern music.

Lady Day (Billie Holiday)  may had been the empress of the blues but Ma Rainey was the GrandMother of it all.

“Ma” Rainey (born Gertrude Pridgett, September 1882 or April 26, 1886 – December 22, 1939. With home birth and often no censor record it was easy to lose a person’s birthdate. Birthdays were not celebrated back then as they are today. Some say she was born in Alabama and other say she was born in Columbus her parents were from Alabama but we do know she got her start in a church in Columbus, Ga.

“Ma” Rainey was one of the earliest African-American professional blues singers and one of the first generation of blues singers to record. She is called as the “Mother of the Blues”

Her steady, sturdy, tough vocals wiped away any memory of other blues singers. Whatever you heard before, it was not the blues—because no one else sang the blues like Ma Rainey. Not even W.C. Handy and Muddy Waters could touch Ma Rainey. She was who Bessie Smith model herself after.

What’s the connection between Ma Rainey and Sister Rosetta Tharpe other than their music coming from the same background? Sister Rosetta Tharpe was able to take it further and cement into main stream America. Being a gospel singer she was viewed as less threatening and conservative. But their music and songs were saying the same thing just in a different tone.

I mention things like this because most people gaven’t a clue where the worldwide pop culture comes from.

 

Ma Rainey

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“Today, I do not have the strength to pretend I like you.” St. Agnes, the empath said.

“Today, I do not have the strength to pretend I like you.”  is a quote I came across some years ago when I was researching for the series. While reading about the saints I came across an interesting quote that’s still in usage today.

St. Agnes in 304 A.D., supposedly told her persecutor and pursuer. The young man who  was having her condemned to death by beheading for refusing to marry him. While others begged her to accept his offer and live she allegedly said, “Today, I do not have the strength to pretend I like you.”

She’s accredited with the gift of empathy.

Obviously, he was a very horrible person to make a saint prefer death than be his wife. Some say her displeasing him is why she was executed but I doubt that. His ego was why she had to die. Back then if a man of means said you were to be his wife to say no was not taken kindly. He asked her several times and she said no, so to save face he had her beheaded.

Remember, she was only about thirteen to fifteen years old when she was martyred. So teens wasn’t so different nearly two thousand years ago than today. Yes, the story of why she was beheaded is a messed up story by any era’s standard. Let alone by today’s standard.

Keep in mind, this is not the same St. Agnes widely known fro her charity work. This is an earlier one. There many St. Agnes, but I am referring to the original one.

Come to think of it, placing the picture and painting side by side, she and Raven are wearing somewhat the same facial expression.

 

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Are you an empath?

Someone recently told me I was an empath. I’d heard that before so, this time I decided to look up. Research it in further depths. Look up older definitions of the word because meanings of words have changed down through the years. I decided to go back as far as five hundred years ago. Predating the Age of Exploition, I meant Exploration, or some call it the Age of Expedition. I find it’s amazing the definition somewhat changed around about this time to what we know it as today.

In recent years it has become a fixation with fantasy work that’s why I decided to try and discover exactly what it is?
According to older texts a real empath is a person with the supernatural or paranormal ability to feel, apprehend the mental or emotional state of another and sympathizes with their plight. Its’ a gift from God, it’s not something one can merely acquire because they think it’s cool to have or think their way into being. Sympathy is what they have in mind when people assumed it’s something you think your way into or train your emotions to feel.

Their great sympathy for others pedals them into action not just merely feeling sorry and moving on as the word is said to mean today. It’s part of the gift of charity.
While reading the books on saints which I did for research of my series I learned empathy was commonly listed as one of the saints’ emotional attributes along with compassion and passion.

Passion didn’t have one definition five hundred years ago as it does today. Passion meant anything one had a fervent desire for or to do.

An empath feels the other person’s actual pain and suffering not just sympathizes with them.

It stated that there are various degrees of empath. Some are stronger and more sensitive to those around them than others. Some of the stronger ones has been recorded as absorbing the person’s pain unto themselves. It didn’t kill them because they had another gift called the Gift of Endurance.

Many, especially the stronger ones lived a reclusive life due to the overwhelming pressure of feeling and bearing the suffering of others.

 

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Not So Tender Is The Night

    “Not So Tender Is The Night” is the story of the not often heeded cautionary tale of  everything that looks good isn’t always good for you.  It’s mostly an urban romance but those of you who know me knows I don’t let anything stay traditional. This is a draft and a poster of  which way things might go. It’s one of the latest books I have been working on. 

 

It was a warm summer night when she pulled into the service station for her weekly fill-up. Got out and pumped her gas under the bright neon security lights. Go inside and pay. She doesn’t trust paying at the pump at 2:15 A.M.. Comes back outside and pull off heading home to her house in the Atlanta suburban of Stonecrest.

Forty one year old, divorcee Catlynne Daniels has been working the nightshift for years. Twelve years to be exact. The pay was much better than the day shift is why she stayed so long. Some might find it odd to work such strange hours but the work wasn’t hard. She was mostly alone in her office except the cleaning crew coming in to empty the trash bin but she learned to save them and herself time by light cleaning and leaving the waste basket in the hallway. All she did was merely perused what executives’ and their assistants have done during the day, polished it to make them look better at a presentation or whenever facing a client about their account.

What she liked best is that she gets to take care of things and business that normally would be closed if she worked the eight to six shift. Her two children, she saw them off to school every morning. Her mother moved in four years ago after the death of her father so she no longer had to use the company’s night care.

 

Not So Tender is The Night-2-authored

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