To my late friend Bill Stubbs. I will miss you

I will admit that I am not good in posting a remembrance post. But then again, a memorial, a remembrance of my late dear Friend Bill Stubbs. I don’t know where to begin.


We message each other over facebook and chit chat on the phone. Topics varies, from everyday life to writing. His forte is mystery and suspense, my forte is science fiction, with other things sprinkled in.


I kept odd hours while Bill was a morning writer. Originally I had planned to invite Bill to the Writer’s Night Quills facebook group.

Even though Bill and I have different views and opinions. We agreed, and we disagreed on things. We remained good friends. Last time I chatted with him was on March 5, 2015.

Sometimes life deal us with a bad card. Over the summer, I often think about him. Hoping things would mellow out for Bill and he would be home writing. His wife/widow kept me informed regarding Bill.

Here’s to you old man, it was my honour and great privilege to be your friend, you have been a faithful friend. I will miss you.


Your best friend Barry.

My midweek check, boy I’m late

ROW80LogocopyThis is my late midweek check-in for Wednesday October 19, 2016 and it’s Thursday. To be fair, I missed Sunday’s check in due my internet outage. Well anyways on to business.

  • I still have yet to prepare for NaNo.
  • I’m getting to the good stuff on the Passage by Justin Cronin.
  • I dug up several one of my old WIP in the short story folder of my Scrivener folder.
  • I’m real behind in tweeting on twitter

While sipping hot tea, I was thinking about the female character. The FMC in one of my WIP is the older woman, while the MC is younger, ergo I had him to age him up. I used several pics as a general idea, a snapshot of the female characters. Sansa Stark from Games of Thrones, Maergery Tyrell game of thrones and one chick I can’t seem to remember her name.

back online again, thinking oh yeah

My internet went down on Saturday, cutting me off from the digital world for two days. I wasn’t able to participate Saturday’s write in. With nothing to do, I continued reading, well listening to the Passage by Justine Cronin. The internet came back to life around afternoon.

The previous write in in tiny chat room was interesting. We had a Wrinkly Old Dude, Flash Gordon showing his shrivel up cigarette, and one loud black dude cussing.

This upcoming Tiny Chat write in, the room would be secure and private I think, less hassle from freaky lurkers.

I admit that I haven’t been writing for several days now, Helen one of my long FB friends is in the middle of writing a short story starting from last week, I believe.

Quick wrap around the dog house

I wrapped tarp around the dog house, to prevent more dry rot forming around his little house. I roughly added red tape around it to prevent the wind from snaking its way through the tarp. Of which I will have to remove.



The spot around his dog house is muddy due to melted snow and the sprinkle of rain, I can’t move him to another location, one, my yard is small, I always keep an eye on my dog from. my office/laundrymat.

And here’s a picture of Sped, thinking the mobile device is strange looking device or tasty treat.


I stapled the tarp down on several locations, it looks better without the red tape. I don’t want to attract bears and wolves to my dog.


My Midweek check-in, oh dear

row80logocopyThis is my afternoon check-in for Wednesday October 12, 2016. I admit that I haven’t been writing as I should. But discussion and pinging ideas back and forth my writing ooze once more.

  • Reading the passage by Justin Cronin is coming along nice and slow.
  • Created a diverging story from my WIP it’s still in the note stage via steno book, of which the diverging tale would probably standalone or a short story. As a friend says, don’t plan too much on the story.
  • Still lagging on my tweeting.
  • Will continue to work on several of my original WIPs.

I was pleasantly surprised that six composition notebooks were also included with other notebooks. One edge of one notebook is a bit wrinkled, but no matter I will use it first.
I used one of my two remaining steno books which I had saved since 6 years ago. I wonder how this new diverging tale would look.

Not too many moons ago, I was told to age up the main character from 16 to 21. Ergo I aged him up to 18. As my FB friend had said, it would be considered as child porn, even though the male is 16 and the chick is 20 to 38, when they go at it. Chow for now.

Back again, a sad note and random stuff.

ROW80LogocopyJust another ROW80 check-in Sunday October 9, 2016 and I am a day late. 2016 is an interesting year with bumps and hiccups.

I would like a moment to remember a late good friend of mine. A cool dude who had long bout of illness, you’ll be missed by everyone you chatted online. I will post a late memorial on my blog.

  • All right, on to ROW80 check-in business.
  • Reading the Passage by Justin Cronin. It’s coming along nicely.
  • Writing is oozing along.
  • Lagging behind on my tweeting

I was chatting with Lisa in chatzy room about which time frame the main character hails from, a few other ladies in the room got the gist where I am heading with the story.

random thoughts, Bill and my dog.

Taking a selfie with my dog is difficult, trust me the dog is three years old and he will nip at me and lick me. The dog doesn’t like his picture being taken, or the mobile device is emitting radiation that my dog doesn’t like the literal vibes coming from it. After bribing Sped with milk bone biscuits, I snapped pictures of both of us. And emailed them to his wife who is now a widow. I will miss Bill’s sporadic articles. From what his wife/widow told me, Bill loved the pic of me and my dog Sped.

I dreamt that my dog jumped into a ditch, gone through ice and thin coat of snow, he went still in the water; I dragged him out of the ditch water and preformed mouth to mouth. As soon I blew into his snout, the dog got up. After waking up, I don’t know what the dream meant.

It could be something pertaining to the future or recap of what had transpired. Or it could mean that my friend had passed on is in the proverbial paradise. I don’t know what the image of Sped meant. But I dreamt that my dog had drowned in a ditch months ago. I thought little about it until now.

my midweek check in, oh boy

ROW80LogocopyAhoy there, this is my midweek check in for Wednesday October 5, 2016. I’m going off topic for a bit and will return to scheduled program. With autumn arrived a few weeks, ago, changing colour of leaves adding a nice hue to the surrounding landscape.

A few days ago, there’s a sighting of large bear at the local dump, cue Yogi the bear, without Boo-Boo. Rummaging its nose through the trash, looking to stuff itself before winter arrives. And lighter side of news, a polar bear cub was reunited with its mother, after the young cub was found close to town.

Back to writing. From previous post, I mention that I am working on several random stories. I kept a mental note of them, of which I should write them down as notes. Most likely they would be short stories and allow pieces to fall into place.
Reading the passage by Justin Cronin is progressing nicely, I haven’t reached the good stuff yet. But I’m getting there.
I will get back to my Neglected WIP before I forget about it.

  • Prepare for NaNo. And NaNo is just around the corner glaring at me.
  • Continue tweeting.
  • Working on random stories. Possible short stories/
  • Work on several my old WIP that I have neglected
  • Read the passage trilogy by Justin Cronin

Truth is indeed stranger than fiction. After reading an online article about Muslim woman who had decapitated several members of ISIS after she lost family members to the fiends. If I read it right, she burned their bodies and cooked their heads. That’s one way of avenging her loss. It reminds me of a saying on how vicious and vindictive a woman would react.

Speaking of which, on my closing note, one of my female characters is vindictive and psychotic to a degree. I borrowed one of the online pictures of Emily Blunt and some other chick just to partially flesh her out.

Ahoy there Fellow ROw80ers, I’m back

row80logocopyWell this is the start of ROW80 Round Four and I am late again, with a new game. Now we ROW80ers are checking in via Facebook, jumping up and down, arms waving, saying “Oh, pick me, pick me.” And so I will cram my ROW80 goals with my check-in.

  • Prepare for NaNo. And NaNo is just around the corner glaring at me.
  • Continue tweeting.
  • Work on random stories. I have several ideas I want to play with.
  • Work on several my old WIP that I have neglected.
  • Read the passage trilogy by Justin Cronin, Legion: Skin Deep by Brandon Sanderson, Stained by Blood (A murder investigation) by Douglas J. Hagmann, reread Dreamcatcher by Stephen King, and Ghost in the Machine (The Sphere Cycle book 1) by Kayla Hoyet.
    On to my check-in, I prepared scrivener project (NaNo Random P), for I plan to write two or more stories.

The Internet has a treasure of both useful and useless information. Though I haven’t written a single lick of word.

On some lighter side, instead of singing “I’m every woman.” I will be singing, “I’m every weirdo.” And a few other things.

Monitor causing issue with my laptop

All right, I figured out why there was hardware error. It turns out that my desktop monitor has caused issues. So far so good, my files and my work remained.

A weird thing is that it’s an LCD monitor 21.5 W TFT, connected with HDMI. I disconnected ASUS monitor from my laptop.

Either that I would get an HP monitor or use my ASUS monitor when watching flicks on a laptop. I turned off my external keyboard for a time being. My eyes readjusted to the fifteen inch laptop screen.

I will have to rotate using and not using my ASUS computer monitor. It would be less of headache.