Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Dweller on the Threshold


I'm a dweller on the threshold
And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more

I have seen without perceiving
I have been another man
Let me pierce the realm of glamour
So I know just what I am

I'm a dweller on the threshold
And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more

Feel the angel of the present
In the mighty crystal fire
Lift me up consume my darkness
Let me travel even higher

I'm a dweller on the threshold
As I cross the burning ground
Let me go down to the water
Watch the great illusion drown

I'm a dweller on the threshold
And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more

I'm gonna turn and face the music
The music of the spheres
Lift me up consume my darkness
When the midnight disappears

I will walk out of the darkness
And I'll walk into the light
And I'll sing the song of ages
And the dawn will end the night

I'm a dweller on the threshold
And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more

I'm a dweller on the threshold
And I cross some burning ground
And I'll go down to the water
Let the great illusion drown

I'm a dweller on the threshold
And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more

I'm a dweller on the threshold
Dweller on the threshold
I'm a dweller on the threshold
I'm a dweller on the threshold

Sunday, November 24, 2019

Long, White Cadillac


Night wolves moan
Winter hills are black
I'm all alone
Sitting in the back
Of a long white Cadillac

Train whistle cries
Lost on its own track
I close my eyes
Sitting in the back
Of a long white Cadillac

Sometimes I blame it on a woman
The one that made my poor heart bleed
Sometimes I blame it on the money
Sometimes I blame it all on me

Headlights shine
Highway fades to black
It's my last ride
Sitting in the back
Of a long white Cadillac

Sometimes I blame it on a woman
The one that made my poor heart bleed
Sometimes I blame it on the money
Sometimes I blame it all on me

Train whistle cries
Lost on its own track
I close my eyes
I ain't never coming back
In a long white Cadillac

In a long white Cadillac
In a long white Cadillac
In a long white Cadillac
In a long white Cadillac

Ah, bye bye baby...
I'm gonna take this white trash on down the road

Psychedelic

One More Thing...


Alien Carries Girl!

Friday, November 22, 2019

AI Ad Targeting


This is from my LinkedIn.com page. Not only do "they" know I love Whataburger, but they also surmise that I am qualified to flip burgers. I'm afraid I'd set the place on fire or accidentally dip my hand into the fryer or mix up all the orders. Believe me, we're all better off just leaving me as a customer.

Thursday, November 21, 2019

Indie Writer


The logo to the right is my new imprint. What's an imprint? Good question. Simply put, it's the storefront name under which I sell my books. If somebody asks who my publisher is or my company name or I have to fill in a blank on a form somewhere, this is what I'll use. It's an old pic of me at the sanitarium where I "rested up" after my extradition from Sri Lanka and identifies me as the "madman of science fiction." The meaning of Indie Writer is self-evident -- that is what I am. The logo replaces the Cooper's Press logo which is now wholly owned and operated by Pat Whitaker in New Zealand. I have no other partners and am entirely to blame if something goes wrong. I like the new logo. What do you think?

Saturday, November 16, 2019

Totally Decadent

It was cold and a bit windy on the square in Decatur but I met some great peeps and sold a few books. Two Mormon girls chatted me up and invited me to church which I reluctantly declined. Afterwards, I spent some of my earnings on a double-double at Whataburger. I also had a medium Dr. Pepper milk shake (with vanilla ice cream) -- man, I have become completely addicted to those things. Totally decadent. In all, a good day. Thanks to Kenny for the photo.

Friday, November 15, 2019

So, you're self-published AND you write science fiction?

Thomas C. Stone (me!) will be on the square in Decatur, Texas, Saturday, Nov. 16, to sign and sell copies of his books. Come out and see me! Let's talk about books and publishing and girls! I'm looking forward to it and I hope to see you there!

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Green Green


Fishman Carries Girl!

A Word on Independent Writers and Artists

One of the biggest problems with making book sales as an independent writer is the folks who think that if you self-published, then your books probably aren't very good. You did not pass through the publishing gates of approval and you don't have a team of snooty proofreaders looking over your shoulder. Additionally, you avoided the legions of politically correct bean counters who inhabit the publishing industry. You had the audacity to think your writing was good enough without anybody's stamp of approval.

Yep, I run into that kind of thinking on a regular basis. Never mind that I spent a lifetime as a professional writer working for a number of Fortune 500 companies. Never mind that I taught English Composition and Rhetoric at the university level and hold three degrees, one a Master's in Literature and Linguistics. Forget that out of literally millions of competitors, I once held a #1 position for five days in my genre at Amazon. And not least of all, it's probably best to forget I've done it all on my own without the backing of a well-financed marketing department or a squad of barking toadies dropping slimy paragraphs of inflated prose passing for book reviews.

I've said it before and, just in case you've forgotten, I'll say it again. Publishing is a fixed game generally running on the sensibilities of the establishment which is philosophically committed to the Left these days; a group of progressive (mostly) women who want to see more books and stories about women of color, diversity in the workplace, the difficulties associated with being transgender, and the desire to create a worldview devoid of anything smacking of masculinity. Oh, there are men who populate the publishing industry, if you want to call them that, but their numbers are far less than their female counterparts and believe me, stories of Marine boot camp or the difficulties of being a Christian conservative in the southern USA hold no interest for them. They are more interested in reading the pablum that passes for fake news these days.

Yet, for all the opposition, I'm still out here writing my stories and trying to sell books. I sell a few now and again. In a fair and politically balanced society, I wouldn't have to publish as an Indie Writer; I wouldn't have to set up a folding table at a community flea market and sell my stories (which I do enjoy, by the way). I wouldn't have to because a fair publishing industry would recognize the worth of what I am doing.

But that's not the way it is. Even so, I'll continue to press on. I'll write my stories and turn them into books and I'll sell them to those who appreciate my endeavors, to those who love my characters and the situations they encounter.

So, I'll end this with a quick advertisement: please purchase one or two of my books -- more if you are so inclined. Support independent writers and artists. We entertain you, make life a little more pleasant, and sometimes offer you something unique and beautiful. I am Thomas C. Stone and my author website is www.thomascstone.com. Thanks and, as always, happy reading!

Sunday, November 10, 2019

Bowie Trade Days Book Signing

Yours truly at my book signing today; trying to look serious and failing. Thanks to all who came out! I had a great time and was humbled by those who came to see me. Next weekend, weather permitting, I'll be set up outside on the square in Decatur, Texas. Hope to see you there! Thomas C. Stone.
Signing a copy of Sandy Pearl and the Blades for Annaliese.

Sunday, November 3, 2019