Saturday Project Ideas!

So I have started trying to get myself out of the rut I allowed myself to fall into. It’s time I took some time to plan these projects I’ve been thinking off.

First thing, to all who do read my posts and stories thank you. If you like that than please share my posts with your friends. Leave comments in my comment section as well. There is nothing better than knowing what I write actually interests people. If you like that then think of throwing a few dollars to me via Paypal or Patreon.

Projects are what we call things that take up a lot more than just a simple instruction page. They are things that involve resources, information, hard work, and a bit of dedication.

I want to bring a tiny community to the Granbury, TX area. I think it is a great place to do so. Far enough outside DFW that you can enjoy the natural beauty of the Texas geography, but close enough to go and enjoy Ft. Worth’s sites.

First though I want to build my own. I recently ordered Tumbleweed Homes construction DVD. It’s in the mail and will provide a lot of good information. I also ordered a book on tiny house design.

This however brings me to a problem. Just buying a trailer for the build is $7,000USD before you take into account delivery. That gets you to close to $10KUSD I don’t own a truck that could transport it either.

One of the places I want for my tiny town is on the Brazos and costs $270,000USD.

So I guess part of the solution now is figuring out the financial part.

Of you like the idea of a Texas big tiny house town than I will appreciate any support for the idea. Material, moral, or financial.

I would also hope if you like the idea you would support it by setting up shop here. I definitely would be willing to help anyone who wants to build a tiny house RV or cottage in this projected community. You can also help develop businesses for income here.

I don’t know if this will work out, but one should be willing to try.

I will post GoFundMe links here shortly for the projects. Maybe we can do something big with little homes!

It’s about more then just your Feelings

I saw this article linked on Facebook on one of the groups I follow.

You can read it here, but I can already tell you a bit about it. It’s basically a condemnation of futurists because they might be mostly white old men as opposed to young trans-gendered whatevers.

I’m getting sick and tired of these children trying to make everything about their private parts and how they are being oppressed by having to go to a different bathroom then they want to. These children seem to think the world is nothing but a racist sexist world, and that all their problems can be laid to rest at the feet of white men. They refuse to accept that their failures are on them, and not on anyone else.

They refuse to accept that a persons destiny is decided by them, but only if they will take responsibility for it.

I doubt the will grow up, because they have been raised to believe they don’t have to live with the consequences of their actions.

Sci-fi is supposed to be about the future, about dreaming of a world that we could reach. They focus however of this SJW BS on only the most superficial of aspects.

This is supposed to be able looking to the future and seeing a world we can strive for. Or looking to one of our possible futures as a warning.

Books like 1984 and Brave New World.

Television and Movies like Star Trek and Star Wars.

I’m worried that this generation only thinks in terms of what’s cool and what is in it for them singularly. WE were all trying to come together and become one happy human race in the Civil Rights Struggles of the 60’s, the Economic and Cultural Struggle of the 70’s, the Cold War and the rebuilding of hope through the 80’s and 90s. We hit the turn of the millennium, and after 9/11 everything went straight to Hell. And it hasn’t started getting better yet.

The new Racists are the ones who are trying to blame all of societies ills on white men. The ones who are trying to say only certain lives matter and a hashtag is all you need to start a campaign of hate.

I look the future without the hope I used to because of this. I end up drowning myself in a sea of old stories, tv shows dedicated to science and learning about how one can learn about science. (Mythbusters)

President Obama was elected his first term on Hope and Change. On the idea that We Could Do This. I voted McCain… I’m afraid I was right in that vote now. He didn’t bring us hope and change. He bought us division and condemnation if we didn’t march lock step with him. He said we’d already been to the moon and cancelled out return there. He has not supported new ideas and new hope.

At least it feels that way to me.

I read a think on IFL science where MIT may have come up with a way to make Fusion Reactors more probably at a time scale NOT in the next century.

It’s a cautions hope.

This became a bit of a post… I should post this on my personal blog I think.

Hills

We had been riding for days across flat land as far as the eye could see, there were barely any trees, and wild herds of bison roamed without any other real concern as we moved along the land. It had been rather dull really, seeing nothing but grass waving in the breeze as far as the eye could see, but it also made it easier to see any bandits that might cause us any problems along our journey.

It was early spring, the temperature across the plains of Texas had been pleasant enough. The sun not too harsh just yet in the season. Though to be fair the trip from Dallas to Fort Worth had not been to difficult with the mostly flat landscape our horses had to cover. But we were heading towards the south southwest now, towards Granbury. It was just as we were reaching the top of one particularly large rise when we saw it. Spread out for miles in every direction.

Hills and trees covering the whole land. The expanse of country before us seemed to go on forever. Patches of Dark Green blowing in the wind with the lighter grass flowing around like waves on the ocean. We couldn’t help but take a moment to just appreciate this view of God’s creation before continuing on to Granbury.

Hopefully this is a good sign of things to come.

Quick Story

So I’m once again just writing short blog posts every day as I can. I’m trying to get into a rhythm where I create new content and tweet short lines every day as much as I can. Part of the thing that has held me back is that I have problems creating new stuff. I write but I get nowhere sometimes.

I figured I might be well served in just writing out a thought, no real structure or plot line, just a line of thought where I start at something and go from there.

So let us go check the Reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts page and we get this one.

Write the thoughts of a guilty man on death row as he finishes his last meal.


“They denied the appeal, I’m trying to convince the Governor to grant a stay, but it’s not looking good.”

So, this is what it comes down to. A lawyer who was assigned to my case the only one fighting for me. Even now, at the end, he’s still fighting. I have to admire his dedication. Frankly I had given up hope long ago. Not because I thought it was useless, that I was going to be railroaded and executed for a crime I didn’t commit.

I am guilty.

I killed that bastard. He had murdered and raped so many women and children. But because he was never caught, never suspected, always clean, I was the one looked at as the criminal. I ended his life, but due to the fact I had hunted him, found him, and had evidence convicting him it was assumed I was the one guilty of his crimes. And you know what, I can live with that… or in this case die with that.

I know what I did, and what he did. And if it gives his victims some comfort to look at me, damn me, and watch me die than so be it. I don’t have anything worth living for in this world anymore. That animal saw to it.

They even kicked in a hate crime charge because that psychopath was black. I kill a rapist and murder of women and children and I’m guilty of a hate crime.

They aren’t wrong. Ever since he took my little Amelia away from me I’ve had nothing but hate in my heart. It was all that sustained me through the long pursuit. Even now, especially now it’s all I have in my heart. My hatred is not turned towards those who convicted me, or him though.

It is turned towards myself.

I went down that dark road of revenge, or hatred and rage. I will pay for it with my soul. The Priest will be by soon to offer me some comfort before the end. I am not a religious man, but I think, for once, I might ask for something.

The priest is here, the time has come.

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.

Organization? Not Really!

So I am trying to figure out what I should do as it relates to content. I have more than enough ideas to create a ton of posts for all stories and posts for the groups. The problem is that I get too worked up over work.
I don’t make the money I used to. I live with Mom and Dad again. Keeping the sites up is basically the only thing I have to hold on to at times. It gets a bit depressing.
So I could use some recommendations on how I should go about creating more content. I want to make my sites and groups worth the time to read, if not a few bucks from the readers.
Comments are open and welcome.