Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Research for "Would You Like Borders With That Socialism?"

The archive of William F. Buckley, Jr. appearances on C-SPAN is a gold mine of excellence, especially for most topics that will appear in Would You Like Borders With That Socialism?  The lecture that inspired a Kennedy post from yesterday had enough references for a small book all by itself.

Looking into the debate Buckley had with Rothbard on privatising light houses today.

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Monday, November 21, 2011

Interesting Blog Traffic

Mostly over at http://SukiProject.Blogspot.Com, getting daily traffic stepping one post at a time back through the archives.  It has been going on for a couple of weeks.  Traffic is reported coming from a Linux system, Firefox browser, Santa Clara, CA on Psinet, Inc. Besides the interesting attention, they manage to show up as a "new user" every hit.  As of this AM, they are probing the September, 2010 archive.
On a positive note, I bought the http://Liberal-Fascism.Com domain a few weeks ago and it directs to my the new blog for the new book project http://WouldYouLikeBordersWithTheatSocialism.Blogspot.Com

Jonah Goldberg's great work, Liberal Fascism, is one of my sources for my book and I am glad I was able to grab the domain before some ill-intentioned Marxist did.

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Monday, August 8, 2011

The Worker’s Perspective by Anonymous

The Worker’s Perspective by Anonymous
- My Worker’s Diary
July 2011

After over a decade of Bush misery, Obama’s seeds to bring fairness to the workplace have begun to sprout. The Republicans took away my study grant, but Obama provided me a job to spread the word to my fellow workers in Appalachia.

When I finally found a temp agency that was not still in the clutches of Reagan/Bush I rejoiced with shots of amethyst. The remnants of fascism are still strong. When I asked if I could join the union right away, my placement worker just laughed and gave me more paperwork. The health insurance payments are a crime! When National Healthcare kicks in, they will be sorry. The wages are a crime too. I have three degrees and could really do some good to enlighten the other workers. Maybe I should just report from the belly of the beast as I work out a plan to liberate my oppressed brothers and sisters.

The campus bus does not stop at the plant. It is hidden in the mountains someplace, probably to hide the miserable conditions from the general public. I doubt OSHA even bothers to stop in since it is too far for green electric cars to do a round trip and everybody knows that they are just Nixon-era agents of corporations.

Day 1
A caring person answered my posting to the community boards for a ride. She takes classes at the college and works near the plant. When she mentioned her five children I gave her some pamphlets for Planned Parenthood. She smiled and turned on some country radio station while she smoked Big Tobacco. I feel sorry for her and I cannot wait to share my experiences with her on the way back to campus. She works at a truck parts plant nearby. I gave her some more literature from my bag about the hazards of chemicals ignored by the EPA. I also gave her some information on government programs for green General Motors vehicles. Her truck was an ancient post WWII gas guzzler of the variety that should have been shredded in the 1970’s. I could tell from the shine that big Wall Street had her brainwashed into using even more toxic chemicals in her life.

The Capitalists have really brainwashed the people here at the plant. They are like zombie drones sitting in the Big Tobacco addict table. The vehicles of choice are of the planet killing variety. Big redneck trucks and ugly domestic gas guzzlers.
Looking forward to ten hours of pay while I write some poems and help others to see the true path to equality. These capitalists just do not know who they are dealing with!

Big Brother is still alive and well. I must have been outed by them and was stopped before entering the workers area. A worker’s supervisor said I had to go home because of my sandals! He sarcastically asked if I brought other shoes and I just laughed at her, then went outside to the tiny “non smoker” joke of a tent and waited for my ride. I got quite a few poems done on the iPad while on the man’s dime.

The nice worker who gave me a ride must have forgot she was giving me a ride back to campus. No doubt due to the toxic chemicals in her cigarettes and in her worker’s hive. I spotted someone with a city sticker and got a ride from him. We had a good chat and I identified the common sayings of capitalist victims around the world: “they pay good”; “I have a real good job”; “benefits are great”, etc. The funniest was “Obama damn near got us shut down, but my Congressman kept us open”. I am sure he really believes that. It got funnier too. He says he works on a machine that makes hundreds of thousands of items every day! I now nobody needs that many items. Capitalists always like to exaggerate their productivity and he has falling for their lies. I gave him some literature on how collective production is the most efficient production and he smiled as he spit Big Tobacco into a Big Soft Drink container.

Day 2
I looked through my closets and found a long forgotten pair of wooden shoes. The irony was too delicious to resist, so they will be my work shoes while I continue my mission.

Some internet research revealed that the closest I could get to the plant using public transportation was about a mile away. If this place was such a great place to work you would figure the public busses would stop there. I decided to leave early and try to carpool with another worker when I got closer.

I thought I saw the woman who gave me a ride the day before, but those horrible planet killing trucks must be common around here. To speed up the process, I waived some food stamps to try to get a fellow oppressed worker to stop. One of them did, but he thought I had car trouble and did not want any food stamps. More brainwashing was obvious from him. He did not believe that the management of his plant made millions while he made nickels in comparison. He was so programmed that he thought I was not going to be paid for yesterday either, even though it is the law.

I brought some clove cigarettes with me to blend in at the Big Tobacco victim table. When I was about to sit down, I let my shirt open a little to show the Fidel t-shirt beneath it. They just looked at me like I was from outer space. Small wonder, since they were wearing NASCAR hats and Mega Corporation this and that. Someone asked if my shoes were “approved” and I asked “approved by who, some corporation?” Of course they did not have an answer, a sure sign of their fascist regime brainwashing and a need to be enlightened.

After a little while of enduring their poison for the cause, I lit up a clove. They gave strange looks and left as a group, all muttering something about new people that will ruin their quotas and mess up production bonuses. Yea, right, like any corporation really does that. It is all just a shell game to keep them oppressed and avoid hiring more people. Everybody in college knows this. I left some worker’s literature on the table before I left to go to work.

The corporate goons looked me up and down and said I was “allowed” to work. I guess my mini-strike yesterday did some good. We were ushered to a pathway intersection and ordered to exercise. I thought this thing went out with Hitler? Maybe they were trying to mimic the camaraderie of socialized worker’s conditions, but it was just a sham. If these Capitalists were really producing what they said, we would be exercising at our machines.

Some corporate goon pretended to be glad to see me today and I know he was looking at me for another excuse to send me home. Their experience of dealing with me the day before got the better of them and he paired me with a young worker. I know he was setting me up to fail. My instructor was a tiny woman who had no chance of working the heavy machinery surrounding us. We all know that women don’t get a chance in our society, especially in a factory. I just smiled, knowing how I would make his plan backfire.

As she spoke, I began to suspect that she was another corporate insider posing as a worker. She showed me how to load and unload the machines and bragged about how high her production was. She told me that If I got on as a regular, I would see bonuses and riches beyond anything at a union factory. I could not help but laugh aloud when she said old factory at this spot was union, but it went out of business. If only she knew the truth, that whatever was here before was shipped overseas by Bush and his goons just to destroy unions.

She did let a secret slip out and I am not sure if it was intentional. She claimed that all of the supervisors got paid off of our production and so did the managers. It could be true, and it would explain why they treat workers like slaves just like in the days of the Reagan and the Czars.
I needed a rest but I did not see any chairs at our work area. It reminded me of the Walmart horror stories Ezra Klein used to post on his blog before he sold out to a corporate newspaper. She continued to talk as she randomly went to different places around the machine and pretended to do things. She said the machines in our area cost millions, which had to be a lie. If they were that expensive, everybody would be a government certified engineer from NASA.

When I sat down in the lotus position, she laughed and told me I could not do that. I think she noticed how I was studying the machines and making notes. She told me to put my note pad away too and I could not use my iPhone either. The excuse was safety, but we all know what it was because “outsiders” were not to know what was in here. Little did they know, they were giving all of their secrets to an outsider!

As I watched her during the five hours before lunch, I saw what a scam this was. The machines ran on air! Air is free, but they are charging people for that too! The more I watched, the more I saw that this was just an expensive way to keep people from working. My Socialization Theory Professors were right. Every single thing in the industrial age was made to eliminate workers and provide comforts for the rich.

Instead of having workers scoop product into packages, seal them and box them, they had machines doing all of that! The few workers allowed in the factory were doing minor things, like putting empty boxes in and removing boxes. It was an upside down, backwards world! Heavy things were lifted by people and little things were whizzing through machines.

My teacher showed me how to put a pallet into the machine so boxes could be loaded on it, all filled by the Capitalistic job killer contraptions, then we pulled out the loaded pallet with a mini forklift thing. I asked why we did not get a fork lift for this and her lame answer was “the forklift operators pick them up later”. Those forklift operators must be connected to the corporate elite too. I heard they get paid more than we do, but they need a company certification. I checked later, there is no state driver’s license test for forklifts so it must be some secret plan for corporations to take over driving too. As soon as this is in my blog they will be exposed.

When we were “told” we could have a break, I went to and out of the way place to meditate. It was a nice area marked off by yellow lines. I faced Mecca, to honor my Muslim brothers struggling against Western Oppression, and assumed the lotus position on the clean floor. I learned then another duty of the forklifters, they were the factory enforcers. One of them drove up with the forks pointed at me menacingly while honking his horn. I stood up and moved aside when he looked like he was going to kill me. I unbuttoned my shirt to show him the Fidel image and he just shook his head.
After break I returned to my drone spot.

We only got a half hour for lunch. I could not believe all of the plastic utensils the workers were throwing away in the lunch room. Slaves of Big Oil every one of them. I opened my Chinese worker made insulated container and feasted on tofu and brown rice and was the only person using chopsticks in the room.

After lunch, my trainer found me and rushed me to the machines. She said a pallet needed to be loaded and I had to do it myself. Of course it was a trick. My pallet looked like the ones she loaded, but it could not have been the same. I could barely lift it and my shoes slipped on the slick floor. As I fell I felt a camaraderie with an African-American man on a PBS special, who fled to Cuba after his racist corporate zombie coworkers tried to electrocute him at his machine.

When I woke in the infirmary, the company butcher was finishing a bandage on my head. She gave me some pills for pain but I insisted to her that I only use holistic healing and I wanted to be taken to my Chinese doctor in the inner city. A supervisor came by and gave me some booties to wear over my wooden shoes. She said they had non-slip soles and I could rest until I felt better. She probably wanted me back on the front lines as soon as possible, and wanted me to look foolish with the booties. She handed me some corporate propaganda, something about being “productive” and all of the riches (bribes) the company offered to regular employees (drones). It even promoted the lie that we all know that anybody can become the boss if they just “work safe and well”. I know someone who is into corporate medicine, so I saved the pills for him.

When the other workers were taking their afternoon break, I went out for a smoke. Just the mention of the teachings of Mao and Lenin made them think I was auditioning for standup comedy or something. I was warned that the American worker had been brain washed by Rush Limbaugh and other fascists, but I never thought it was this deep. All they wanted to talk about was their gas guzzlers and lie about additions onto their McMansions, as if they really were in the urban sprawl zones. Some of the things they talked about were truly dangerous, like building decks. I asked if they had permits for the decks and they laughed at me, then went on to talk about how they “did not need a license” and “know what they are doing.” These poor people. Nobody should be doing that without a license and think of all the trees they murdered!

Speaking of housing, if this corporation was making so much money why don’t they have worker’s apartments right next to the factory? There is plenty of land around here with only a few squatters sitting on all of this land. Why do they talk about overtime? They are being worked to death instead of BigCorp hiring more people. It is clear, my professors are right, this whole thing is a scam and I am hearing the testimony from the victims. The machines keep people from working, the man makes the few workers they have not been able to kill work extra, they have to drive miles and miles uselessly, all for profits and mirages.

I wrote some more poetry on the iPad until the nurse came by the break table. She said I should have come back to the infirmary unless I was ready to go back to work. I asked her if we were supposed to be free and she nodded yes, but said I was her responsibility until I was signed out. Like I thought, she was just another corporate Nazi with a smile. I followed her back and got some literature ready.

When I was back in my cell, I asked her if she studied Chinese and South American medicine in school and she said no. I gave her a few pamphlets and an invitation to the next Worker’ Rally against Corporate medicine before I rolled over for a nap.

When my shift was over, she woke me and told me I needed to go see my regular doctor and get some rest. I was worried that I was taking up a bed for other injured or maimed workers, but she said I was the only injury that day. It must have been a lie and I worried about who may have disappeared because I was taking up the only bed in the room. She told me I should wear safer shoes to work and tossed around the names of companies known for exploiting Asian workers.

As I waited in the Big Tobacco tent, some corporate goons in training were standing around. I recognized them from the cafeteria at school. All of them business majors, like slave owning really needs to be taught in collage after the murder of Che Guevara for trying to free his people. They recognized me too and pretended to be nice. You know, the big friendly act. I asked what machines they used and they said they were interning, followed by a series of lies. Like they were all certified on all of the machines in their first week, now they are getting supervisor mentoring. I guess it pays to have connections. I have known lots of interns and did my share of peace group and radio station internships, I know they don’t pay. You do them to help for your cause. They tried to get me to believe that they were paid more than me, without a single graduate hour among them. They all offered rides, but I did not want to be seen in their obscene penismobiles.

After almost all of the workers left, I was able to hitch a ride with a maintenance worker. I did not notice the Jesus fish on the back of his truck until after he dropped me off. I did some good with him, since I made him late for bible studies. He tried to give me the propaganda that Fidel was as bad as Hitler and I almost got out, but it was early in the ride and I did not want to ruin my good wooden shoes walking ten miles back.

Day 3
I overslept and called my supervisor for a ride. It took him an hour to call me back! I was frantic and near tears, hoping he would have some tiny bit of that christian charity I keep hearing about from the bible thumpers. In typical hypocritical jack-booted fashion, he told me I was calling in after the shift started and I needed to find better transportation. In other words, I was on my own. I called my temp agency and they took 2 hours to call back! When I told them that I don’t have a car, they said it was grounds for dismissal, because I said I had reliable transportation when I applied. I told them nothing was more reliable that a campus bus and hung up in a rage. I found an old roach and lit up to relax. A few hours later, the agency called and wanted me to come in the next day.

Day 4
I remembered to drink some vinegar before going to the temp office. Just as I thought, they were going to try to bust me on a drug test! I just smiled as I peed in their little bottle. It didn’t matter, they were going to fire me anyway. What business is it of theirs what I put in my body anyway? They asked me about “masking agents”, as if they knew about vinegar making weed undetectable. I played dumb as them and said I do not attend theater productions of “Batman”. They told me I was fired because of “masking” and there was nothing I could do about it. I asked about getting paid and they said I would get paid for all the hours I worked.

I got my pay check and they lied. I only got 10 hours pay, instead of the 30 I earned. When I get done emailing the president, I am going to call Al Sharpton and every other person who fights for workers!

Update August 25th, 2011:  See?  President Obama daid the same thing as me.  Check the video at 00:50.

"Anonymous" is a fictitious factory worker. This was written from the standpoint of the typical liberal as a factory worker. Inspired by “A Librarian’s Tale”, Reason Blog, 8 September 2005 and, of course, the Reason links to this Leftist tripe has gone the way of the internet memory hole, but this three-years later revisionist version is still out there. There appears to be a version on Goodreads.Com (as of Aug. 2011). If anybody has a link to a surviving original I am more than happy to link it here. I just liked the lofty ‘logical’ links that reveal a twisted partisan Leftist point of view. Some incredibly bad ‘facts’ were in the original, as noted in the comments on the Reason Blog. My favorite is the National Guardsmen carrying AK-47's.

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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The SEIU, it all started with Lenin . . .

Well, no not really, Lenin had some wealth redistribution predecessors, but just follow along and there is a little book series tie-in at the end.

Leninists followed, gained predominance, and faded away or became heroes of the Left, until the thought of wealth redistribution as the norm became the common wisdom, predominantly with useful idiots in academia and in the corporate press.

The “corporate press” is a term I have not heard much, but I think I read it someplace before, so I will not attempt to take credit for that character string. I use it in the sense of big newspaper corporations, and other big news businesses, that preach for the destruction of other businesses. Their news copy writers treat their business as a special, anointed class of wizards who are free to say or do without any repercussions. Save for the sins of plagiarism or free market advocacy.

So, things bumped along with the stateists gaining more and more power until the Lenin Left finally imploded with the collapse of the Soviet Union. In government, that collapse was real and “big socialism” died in most of the world.

However, in the minds of academics, journalists and other fiction writers, forced economic redistribution was alive and well. The incredibly popular movie, with a large current cult following, Fight Club, has wealth redistribution at its core. The main character pulls a blackmail scam to get a permanent paycheck from his employer, then uses the money to fund a corporate terrorism organization with the aim of “making everybody equal”. The popular, kindergarten version of “equal” is used, i.e., everybody has equal “stuff”. In the movie, that means blowing up several buildings that house data systems of credit agencies. The destruction of billions of dollars worth of buildings and data is supposed to bring everybody with a credit history back to equal footing.

Another odd thing, the Left is the side that says money should not matter, but they are the ones always talking about it, claiming that anybody with more than them does not deserve it, and demanding those with more money than them give them more money.

Fight Club seemed to be a last gasp at serious pop culture socialism, until the copycats decided to emulate the Fight Club model. As anybody in the West should remember, one of Osama bin Laden's objectives was to destroy or damage the financial system of the West by targeting the World Trade Center. Note, bin Laden is no poor young freedom fighter seeking justice. He is very rich and began his jihad against the Soviets, then turned his aim at Afghan rebels who had ties to the West, like the so-called Northern Alliance. After the USA unceremoniously stopped backing the rebels, after the flamboyant departure of the Soviet Red Army, bin Laden continued waging war against the West.

However, there were still rich people in the world. Some adored by the Left, like George Soros, entertainers and professional athletes. Perhaps I repeated myself there. There was a financial “crisis” that would not have been a crisis at all if governments had not rushed in to bail out their favorites like AIG. For some decades the financial markets were not free in any sense of the world. They have been heavily regulated for ages. In a fit of Orwellian renaming, the popular press began blaming the government induced financial crisis on “deregulation”, when in fact there was no deregulation at all, it was reregulation. Skipping the fits of the alleged Conservatives and real Liberals (they are the same thing, they just vote differently) about bonuses paid to executives of bailed out firms, bonuses that were in their contracts, there still remained a group of unpopular people with unpopular incomes.

Enter the heroes on the white unicorns, B. Hussein and Hillary. They vied for the Democrat presidential nomination with ever larger promises to union special interests, with ever bigger threats to redistribute the wealth of any business that turned a profit. They both accepted massive campaign contributions from financial firms and they mostly they attacked drug and energy companies, but the list did not end there.

In a famous Hyde Park summit, Hussein and Hillary divided power, with Hillary, arguably the stronger candidate, handing over the nomination to Hussein and later agreeing to become Secretary of State in the Obama administration.

Fast forward through the first two years of the B. Hussein Obama (mmm, mmm, mmm) administration, that put the previous administration's policy of bailing out favorite corporations on steroids. However, there are more votes in unions, especially public sector unions, than there is in that Connecticut zip-code where the Wall Street class lives. Therefore, besides bailing out favorites in the Manhattan financial district, the Hussein administration bailed out a major employer of the United Auto Workers, by stealing from General Motors debt holders to give the United States Treasury an even bigger bargain to take over the company and give it to the UAW. Not many votes there, but a “nice gesture” for the true believers.

Enter the Service Employees International Union (SEIU) and various public sector unions. Their demands, if followed, would bankrupt State and local governments. They rioted at any offer that did not include every demand of theirs. In spite of their riots, they were routed in Wisconsin, Tennessee and other places. Losing fair and square was not in their dictionary, so Stephen Lerner put on his thinking cap and combined the objectives from Fight Club and Osama bin Laden, and then combined them with the tactics of George Soros to hatch his plot to destroy the American financial system.  There is a transcript at that link if you do not want to watch the video below.

This was apparently on 16 March 2011, as noted in a different article but not in the Blaze article.

The first leg of Lerner's stool of destruction is to encourage more home loan mortgage defaults.  He wants to organize anybody who is "under water" on their mortgage (home worth less than the loan) to default and refuse to pay until kicked out of the house.  This comes very early in his presentation.

Now, in reality, most people do not want to do this but there is a significant number of people who have chosen this route.  The fact is, the segment that is doing it really cannot afford to pay on loans that the government forced banks to give them.  The others, i.e., the people under water due to declining real estate values, pay their mortgages when they can afford to and will probably continue until the property value returns to what they paid, or until they pay off their mortgages.

Lerner continues with his hate at financial institutions with a plot to enlist students with educational loans.  He wants to get them involved in refusing to pay their student loan payments and destroy the banks that way.  One problem with that, the government guarantees these loans so the banks will still get their money.  The government will get its money from the students too, since you cannot bankrupt a student loan, the feds can attach wages and use any other number of tactics to make sure they get paid before the student eats.  New student loans have been completely a government operation for almost one year.

His third "idea" is to strike if banks do not give municipalities and States special deals on loans.  This one is curious, since governments typically issue bonds themselves.  Certainly they try to enlist the assistance of financial institutions to help sell the bonds, which Illinois recently discovered has its limits.  When that debt ravaged State recently decided to issue more bonds, no financial institution would do it.  So, Illinois is engaged in a direct online sale of what amounts to a government junk bond sale without the attractive corporate junk bond rates.

All in all, Lerner sounds like he is trying to pull off a financial terrorism without violence.  Oh, did I say without violence?  My mistake, no Leftwing plot is complete without violence.  He wants to combine all of the above with riots and disruption of commerce.  So, what we have here is another real terrorist, on American soil, without a religious angle other than Leninism.

I did not notice any advocacy for taking out unsecured debt, maxing out the credit line and refusing to pay.  There is little that a lender can do if someone does not pay on unsecured debt, besides wrecking the person's credit rating.  If enough people could be convinced to commit that form of financial suicide, rather than the ones he mentioned, the financial institutions involved would get a mosquito sting that might actually be noticed, followed by people who may actually need credit being unable to get it in the future.

So, how does this tie into any book of mine?  In the second Suki series, Suki With A Twist, the financial environment of the 2030s is a reaction to what Lerner advocates.  "The Collectors" are allowed to impress overdue debtors into employment to pay off their debts.  They have broad rights to a person's labor that is not already exclusively contracted.  Drugs that we know as illegal are legal in that future and so is prostitution.  An ideal client of a lender would be a sex worker with a taste for drugs, since they have talents that are more valuable than real estate in the future.  If the lender plays their cards right, they could gain an asset with a cash flow that pays many more times than what they would have made off of a paid off loan.

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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Nancy and the Boss Part 3 Now Available

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Married to the increasingly servile Edward, Sarah’s life is about to undergo a dramatic turnabout; both at home and in the workplace.
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Monday, January 10, 2011

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Married to the increasingly servile Edward, Sarah’s life is about to undergo a dramatic turnabout; both at home and in the workplace.

Having aroused both the interest and the lust of Nancy, her new Personal Assistant, Sarah finds both herself and Edward at the mercy of the older woman and her equally deviant husband, Joe. Armed with knowledge that could damage Sarah, both in the workplace and domestically, Nancy uses her power to take control of her “Boss” for her own ends. 

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Friday, January 7, 2011

Debating doing Facebook

I took a peek at Facebook a few years ago and hated it.  Same thing with MySpace.  My best friend loves it and she helps get the word out about the stories, especially the ones she helped with.  I know others who are on it, but they don't talk about it much.

For some reason I can tolerate Twitter and have enjoyed blogging for years.  No rush, I suppose.

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Monday, January 3, 2011

Beginning with Characters vs. The Story

Had an interesting discussion with another new writer over the weekend.  He is Sci-Fi and a little of our conversation was about our shared like of that.  The bit I am focusing on here is what makes for a better story, character driven or story driven?  He seemed to have the same attitude I had before, but was kind enough to listen to my recent anecdotal experience.

As a reader, I was always under the impression that the characters made the story.  If the reader felt something about the characters, it made the story enjoyable to read.  I took that approach with my first two series, Suki and Suki With A Twist, which were read by a few people.

My attitude changed when I began working on a new story/series late last year.

As mentioned in some of my other blogspace, my character developer and one of my beta readers, both close friends of mine before we started writing together, gave me the beginnings of a story and asked if I could make a "real story" out of it.  That story became Controlling Sarah, now wildly popular on free sites like BDSMLibrary.Com, Literotica.Com and others.  A better edited version is even selling Kindle copies.  By wildly popular, I mean it climbed to #1 on BDSMLibrary and stayed there for the month of December, 2010, also it is getting between two and three thousand new reads per day at Literotica.

I cannot claim that I write the same way now as when I wrote the Suki series and I cannot claim that the readers at the sites cited do not know about my other work.  More actual evidence: Suki II: Sunshine Returns is available free at BDSMlibrary.Com and was posted one full month before Controlling Sarah.  Suki II had all of about 3,000 unique readers last I looked, after being available there for about two months.

The big difference is: Controlling Sarah is a story driven work while Suki is character driven.  Let me back up a bit, I am not saying that I was handed a story idea and outlined it, then added characters.  Controlling Sarah had characters, it began as a fantasy chat between three people (IIRC only three), but those three different people chatted about events, touches, feeling, smells in an environment that they imagined.  I expanded what they gave me, used much of the chat as dialogue, then gave the characters more depth to match their actions and reactions.

Conversely, Suki began as a rough idea of a romance that happens in the near future.  Friends of mine who began the project with me helped with detailed character development and we had a set of well defined characters in a few days.  When certain things came up, I built new characters to handle that.  When I got to the point that I thought I had enough characters, I stopped adding them and had to explain someplace in the story why, for example, Suki's father is not around, but she works with her mother.  Her father died on a business trip when she was ten became several paragraphs of story and gave some trauma to her youth to explain her behavior in her 20s.

My new editor at FemDomCave.Com likes Suki II and is going to post it in their free area as I write Nancy and the Boss, an adaptation from Controlling Sarah that fits their site better.  However, even that story is more character driven, i.e., I have a whole set of characters and need something for them to do, or I have and event happen and send in characters to handle it.  Sort of seems like real life, right?

Writing fiction is not real life.

I never expected to have to tell people that fiction is just made up, but I do all of the time and I have complained about it elsewhere.  Story vs. Character is an area that I did not anticipate.  Unlike real life as a manager of real people, facing problems and assigning the right person to solve the problem, the writer is creating the problems and the writer created the characters to prevail or fail at solving them.

In my more recent, and much more popular stories, the story is outlined with what the characters involved are doing.  When the story is written, what is going on in the scene is written first as the narrator, and then it may be expanded into character dialogue and action, i.e.,  "Show vs. Tell".  This allows me the flexibility to keep the word count within the target range.  Now, I am not saying that stories are an either/or proposition either.  I am not aware of any stories without characters, nor am I aware of any books that are just characters without a story either.  Seems impossible to me, but I am talking about which end to begin with, or be closer to, when a story is begun.

In my current work-in-progress, Nancy and the Boss, I already had a story.  My editor did not like the way the victim characters acted, they were not acting victimized, at least not acting victimized enough.  More accurately, he complained that they submitted too easily.  That problem was easy enough to fix by moving around some events from the original and having the victims react to a more traumatic event near the beginning of the story. I did have to change the make up of the victim characters too, toughen them up a little.  My villainess was already mean enough.

Still, the WIP is story/event driven rather than characters-in-search-of-an-event driven.

Yes, I am sure there are other factors.  I had better editing help in the latest stories and my fiction writing has improved over time.  Also, I finally embraced narrating in past-tense, which seems to be a big deal for some readers.

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