November 19th, 2022

    Today was a fantastic day. My wife Averianna Jewel Nunies inspired me by showing me a new website that helps to build maps for a fantasy world. She showed me another application that allows you to also create Artificial Intelligence creations of characters. She finished NaNoWriMo in two weeks and did well over the word count. Also, we went to a terrific bookstore in Hilo, called Bookbuyers and got her and me a bunch of books. I love books. 

    Her interest in world-building amazes me. Writing different iterations of other worlds remains one of my talents as it is my favorite pastime. My opportunity remains character-building. This is from reading so many books and not having to create my own characters. Laziness comes from the practice of not having to think about the person and what they actually do in a story.

    One of the books that I read this weekend was called, Lessons from a Writing Life: Sometimes the Magic Works by Terry Brooks. He wrote about his experience in writing his Shannara books. He tells a compelling story about his journey from studying to becoming a lawyer, then ultimately embarks on telling his action stories the Shannara chronicles. He talks about his methods and rules to write good adventure stories. He says to read, read, read, outline, outline, outline, write, write, write, and repeat, repeat, repeat. But, also to make a really good point stand out that one should make sure to do their best work.

    The lesson I learned regarding writing to be very honest is the fact that practice makes perfect. If you want to write a fantasy fiction novel then you should start immediately making it the best masterpiece that you have ever done. Remember to tell stories remains a good human skill to pass lessons on from one generation to another while we no longer can contribute to the Earth.

Until the next post, please know that I write from the heart and I look forward to sharing more inspirational stories.

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Problem Solutions and Recommendations

A long time ago- I would listen to people's problems and give advice to them whether they liked it or not. The only challenge is that I was quick to give an answer and call it a day. For the sake of time, and not wasting my time, at least that was my perspective, I told the personal a quick answer. The truth is that one must have good communication skills to assess a situation prior to giving a solution to a problem. 

 

This concept goes for other countries engaging in war. I really do not know too much about Russia and Ukraine but the fact that they were once upon a time all the same people for good and bad reasons. This reminds me of other countries like China and Hong Kong, and Taiwan. The UK and Africa. France and Tahiti. The USA and Hawaii. I am utterly confused as to why the United States of America would engage in either helping or sanctioning other countries. Do we the people want the USA to engage in sanctions with other countries? Or do we want Peace to spread across the globe? Do we have the right to make those decisions and act? Do the people write to their congressperson to engage in these activities. I am confused. Because we get intelligence through our federal agents and other important key players in gathering information.

 

Do the media report on everything that they see and therefore may be causing a sense of recency bias? Are they responsible for the dissemination of knowledge and does the viewer need to use critical thinking skills to make their own decisions? I feel that the latter is the case.

 

Do the media know that they are leaders in information and should really ensure that the right amount of information must be reported. Also, what is the purpose of a media agency to insight war or to help inform the people about the things going on at specific moments in time? Are they the real historians of the past?

 

The Potential Future

Artificial Intelligence was introduced to the Higher Education system not long after the ending of the Terminator series. The Terminator, an amazing series showed the horror of artificial intelligence gone wrong. Society did not listen…

The battle rages on between people who do not want to work and want machines to do everything for them versus the CEOs who wish to remain leaders of various industries who want to do things in a physical office. 

“Alice, you know this Financial Aid packaging system?” Bernard asked Alice.

“No.” Alice was not really paying attention. She had deadlines to call Academic Affairs to get them to waive certain courses in a student’s schedule. She was only half paying attention because of the stress of talking to students trying to become better citizens.

“This financial aid system really is SKY NET. Remember how in Terminator I, there was the main character named John who had to stop the ending of the world by stopping the Artificial Intelligence system from unleashing nuclear bombs on planet Earth."

“OMG.” Alice squinted looking at Bernard thinking about what he just said. She felt as though Bernard was on to something. 

“There is something going on in our world today. Everything is changing. Retail stores are closing, the only thing that we will be able to do in person is probably eat at a restaurant or go to a ball like in the 18th century.” Bernard’s eyes grew big in his excitement. 

 

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The stresses of being a counsellor to students with endless problems really debilitated Bernard’s plans to earn a PhD and become a professor. Like any other goal that working adults set, Bernard had many challenges. Right after work, Bernard would go straight to a bar and have lots of drinks. On a good day, Bernard would go straight home and went straight to bed. 

Bernard found himself in the future but as another being. In his dream, he was no longer wearing a blue polo shirt, Khakis, and black shoes. He has a metallic glimmer emanating from his entire body and ran without effort. All around him he saw blue orbs flying all over the place. The orbs came from what looked like metal cubes floating in the sky. The planet was dark and the only lights that he could see came from a spacesuit that he wore. The blue orb came straight for him he jumped in the air seemingly with less gravity and flipped over only to find a red orb projected from his robotic armor. He fought and fought only to wake up in a puddle of sweat. 

When he awoke, he went straight to the bathroom mirror and looked in it to see what the hell happen in his dream. He was bionic like Robocop and did not understand where this dream came from.

Over the course of a couple years, he continued to have nightmares. Almost apocalyptic in nature. What the hell was happening in his brain he thought to himself. Was it the talks that he had with his boss about the future? 

 

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Bernard walked into his boss’s office to discuss his work. Alice continued to type.

“Have a seat,” Alice spoke to Bernard without making eye contact. She continued to type super-fast like a robot.

“I have something interesting to tell you.” Bernard opened his eyes wide with excitement. “Did you know that in the year 2030 they will not be oil left of this planet?” He could not hold his theories in any longer. He had to get them out. He had to tell them to someone. “The world as you know is changing. I predict that gas prices will continue to skyrocket. How much is the gas today?” At this point, Bernard had difficulties breathing because he said too many words in one sentence.

“Bernard, you have a really good point. A gallon of milk is about 10 dollars now and it really should not cost that much. What about the poor people who cannot afford to get milk, bread, and eggs?” Alice predicted the closing of the famous dairy in Hawaii called Meadow Gold. She even predicted the closing of a famous bakery called Loves Bakery. She sat straight up in her chair and fixed her clothes so that she looked presentable. After all, she was the boss. “The things we talk about in our meetings truly changes the way I look at the world.” Alice exercised every day and believed that she should work her butt off.

 

 

Saturday, February 19th, 2022

Today, I woke up around 7:00 AM, I slept at 2:41 AM. Truthfully, I am bored if I am not productive. I do not want to be part of anything, and it must be something that changes the world. So, I need to learn, read to share important content that can help the next interested writer.

Now, I wait for a Nook reader to download. As you can see, I can get easily distracted.

So distracted that I lost the pen I was writing with for a moment. It was green now it is black.

Randomly- I thought about a solution.

Okay, I found it. I want to use the green pen until the ink from this pen is all gone. With the different colours that you see, you will know if it is true or not.

Distraction pause that causes me to break my train of thought. Seen my dad go out to smoke, went out to follow him and my brother did the same. Older brother syndrome. I am the boss syndrome.

I am going to write something random here. Just to fill the space.

Now, I will begin a Peter Elbow and write to the end of the page today. A friend said that it is snowing in New York City; therefore, it might be a super cold and windy day. Gom on Crystal Mountain- Gom and the Crystal Stairs, Gom and the Great Glass- no- Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Willy Wonka and the Great Glass Elevator. Dune by Frank Herbert was a good book- it is funny how books with all these fake stories, sleeping is good for you. Snacks are a big part of 17 Live, a streaming platform that I do and the funny part is that streaming is like having a zoom meeting. Many people don't know this but I sing as well the things I create or experiment determines who we are.

 

Writing Routine

Another writer writes for about one to two hours in the morning. Another writer may write in the morning only like Ernest Hemmingway. A retired editor says to write four to five hours per day if you can. A USA Today bestselling author says to write four to eight hours per day until you can write twelve. Of course, I exaggerated this one a bit because this is what I will follow. Okay, so let us try this. Since it is February, I will now write two hours per day and increase it every month by one hour moving forward. The act of writing by itself will not do but rather create something from my own mind for TWO HOURS per day for now.

How does your main character, Stewart feel?

 

Now it is my turn: colours of Stewart

Stewart feels emotions like excitement and enthusiasm. He goes on a field trip because he just loves museums. At first, when his teacher said, next week we will be going to a museum, he was so excited the next day that he got his clothes ready for school the night before. Stewart did not have the time to wait for no man. Stewart behaved like an education warrior.

In the scene when he pricks his finger on a wooden box as in the "Dream of the Rood," he gets the feeling of actual regret because Stewart loves his friends, he loves the comradery. This love for others did make him feel afraid, afraid to do things alone. Afraid to take the risk. Afraid to be alone in the big bad world- whether it be now or in the ancient past.

Aren't you tired of big banks and companies making money off of you?

When I was a kid, my mom and I opened up a bank account together in the hopes of teaching me the responsibilities of saving money. Of course, she had to open the account because I was only a mere child at 10 years old. Once I got the taste of this type of practice of collecting money I did not stop there. By the time I was 13 years old, I saved up $7,000. If you really think about it, then you will soon realize that I could have probably paid for my entire Undergraduate Degree in English with that money. Because I wanted a car as much as my brother I gave my brother $3,000 so that he could buy a second car, my brother needed a car to drive to and from work. As a 13-year-old, I finance his car with no expectations or payback whatsoever. My mom claims that my brother paid for my graduation party with the money that he was supposed to pay me back. I do not want payback. Nor will I ever ask for anyone to pay me back. Keep in mind, that this same year, I had all my relatives finance my awesome set of hockey skates made by Charger. Mind you back in those days it was $76. If you look these same skates up today, then it will cost roughly about $50 at the most. Fast-forward until today and I cannot even ice skate because of Cervical Spondylosis, but I must say Mahalo Nui Loa to all my relatives who financed me.

Here is where I save all my money now: Albert