Writing a Novel & Publishers

understandingHow much emphasis do Authors put on the cover  of a novel? This is a picture I took for my poetry book Understanding. I think  🤔 it makes you ponder, think about life. That is the idea behind my book. Hopefully you enjoy it because it makes you think. At least I hope it makes you think and be glad you are alive.

I received a phone call from an old friend who left one publishing company after being there for eight years and started over again at the new company. He helped me publish my books, twelve books at this company. He was a great person to contact and was the primary reason I published my books at that particular company. Unfortunately my books are passed on to other people who did not have the same work ethic as he did. Soon I became dissatisfied and moved to another company for my first effort with novel writing. If anything could go wrong , it did with publisher number two.  It took nine months to publish my novel, The Man With a  Limp. Way too long to have the book ready for print. I could not get the communication correct and it was very frustrating. I began to think I made mistake.

I receive the phone call from my friend and he works at getting me to change publishers again; stating he would be the only person to handle my new novel, so there would be no confusion. He pretty much had me sold when He hit my button. Ouch! He said the cover of my first Novel is terrible. I immediately said goodbye and asked him to send me his information.

I fought to have my own picture put on the novel and the publisher said no and sent me to a picture website and I used it for the book. How did you think that experience made me feel? I used my own picture for my second novel and they rejected it. The  publish said the pixels were bad. I told them I know what they are talking about, but the picture conveys the feeling of my book. Either use my picture or I am adios 👋. He acccted my cover for the reason I gave him. What make him the photography expert? Does he spend hours taking pictures  for the ideas of my novel? No, I did, I may not be an expert photographer but I know what I like. How about it writers, what do you think? Does a novel fail because the photo isn’t up to what the publisher thinks or is it about content? You know, you cannot put the book down because you enjoy it so much.

I will keep taking pictures for my novels and let my readers decide. I guess that would make a good contest for a free book 📚. Press the link below for my bookstore and happy writing!

Covers

Take us to the bomb area Captain,” says Lucky.
“Has anyone looked at the videos Captain?” asked Jack.
“Yes, we see a young woman dressed in a hijab and an abaya, the
traditional dress of an Iraqi woman. She appears to be a black woman. She walks up to one of the tellers and seems to ask for the President of the bank. We see the cashier walk to the Presidents office. He leaves the office and walks to the glass partition to talk to the woman, and the bomb goes off. The woman disappears in the flash of the explosion, and the President is bounced over a desk and lands unconscious against the wall, twenty feet away from the blast area. The bullet proof wall saved his life; although he is in critical condition.”
“Can you see her trigger the bomb?” Jack ask.
“No, it is not visible from the view of the cameras,” says the Captain. The group arrives at the bomb Center, and Jazz cannot believe her
eyes. The devastation one person can make is overwhelming for her. She weeps seeing the body parts bagged on the bank floor. Human parts: brains, ears, legs, arms and hands; blood splattered on the ceiling, floor and walls mixed with dirt, plastic and metal. Jazz tells Jack she needs to step outside for some fresh air. Friends, relatives have raced to the bank to check on loved ones who work or use the bank. It has been a long day since the bombing, and the clean up is a slow process. Bagging and tagging to figure out what exactly happened at the bank. Jack walks out to check on Jazz,

Building a Dream

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Do you have a Dream? Is there something you want to do when you retire and are afraid to approach the subject with your mate? Do not feel alone, it was like pulling teeth for my wife and I to make a decision on a wish. For me it was not difficult, but for my wife her home was her castle and you do not mess with her castle. She was the smart person who invested in her retirement. I used my retirement as my business went into decline and my tenacious women made sure I did not use our home as collateral. The one most intelligent decísion we made as a couple, besides getting married. My wife passed away in two thousand and eight and I kept our home for five more years and tripled our investment as I sold our home and moved to Nevada.

It was difficult to sell my home of forty-two years; the memory strings were hitting me hard until I remembered why Nevada was a logical choice for retiring, no State tax and inexpensive living economics. Eventually I bought my dream property in Costa Rica, slowly using my pension to subsidize the build. The cabina is almost finished and I hope to move in by April of two thousand- eighteen. I rent rooms at my house in Nevada to help pay the mortgage and it gives me a few extra dollars for Costa Rica. My brother lives at my home in Nevada and manages the property while I am away.

I took my own advice and went into partnership with my Girlfriend who puts her money to work to build our dream house located San Luis, Tilaran, Costa Rica. We bought a small piece of property over looking Lake Arenal. Are there times when you and your spouse can not agree on your project? We can have some heated discussions but always bow to reason or find a  different way to do the project. Having a mediator helps us out a great deal and we seem to bow to reason. When we get angry with each other we remember how lucky we are to be able to live in two countries and spend a reasonable amount of money to enjoy our passions. We are fortunate persons who found love later in our life’s  and we are enjoying life together.

Our families told us we were nuts to move to Costa Rica. You could of fooled me! This is the best years of our lives together! Do no not fear the darkness, embrace it.

Pura Vida!

Life

“Port of San Luis
The Port of San Luis is a quiet little hamlet
A few Ticos and Gringos are happy to have it
A hotel and restaurant and a nice looking dock
A place to have your boat disembark

A nice park to play with the dogs
Or to be lazy and lay around like a log”

“Just down the road from Tranadora
Good place to read a book or enjoy the outdoors

You can kayak or water ski
Fish or just let nature be
Lake Arenal is a beautiful place
Away from the worlds hectic pace

I like to sit on the grass and read
It is a place to go that is free.
Eat at the restaurant or bring a picnic
Walk the beach and view Costa Rica’s uniqueness

It is quiet and makes you feel serene
For my dogs and I it is the place to be
Pura Vida!”

Excerpt From
Poems from Costa Rica
Timothy Nugent
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The Rains of October.

03920F97-EB18-4746-8C5B-CD9C56433786.jpegYou people in the cold North East; Do you get tired of the snow? In California’s Northern Cities do you get tired of the rain? I remember my service days when I was stationed in Requa , California, high up a mountain cliff, a radar station overlooking the Pacific Ocean as an auto mechanic. I lived through one hundred and five inches of rain, I swear I was growing mushrooms on my skin! I could not wait for the rain to stop. I live in Aguacate, Costa Rica now and love it, but in two thousand and fifteen, I believe we hit the two hundred inch mark of rain. I do not complain about the rain; I walk in the rain and thank God for the beauty rain creates.

This October, we had a considerable amount of rain and I wrote quite a bit. So much writing I got tired of sitting on furniture. You ever get tired of sitting? I wrote so much it made me tired. I love to write!  Today was a beautiful day, but the day before it rained forever. The lightning lit the dark sky and the thunder shook the house.  It amazes me the amount of rain produced by this storm. The river was overflowing with rain water. One of my friends went to Tilaran and could not get back to Aguacate. He had to stay at a hotel in Tilaran because the road was closed. Seven mudslides from Aguacate to Tiliran, but the next day he made it back to Aguacate. As he described the road on the way home his eyes would widen. Stacks of mud and debris four feet high in seven different areas of the road. I wrote away at my casa and did not venture out. Two or three days later I went to Tilaran enjoying a clear beautiful day.

Do You ever confront a storm or do you wait it out? I am almost finished the manuscript for my follow up novel of the Man with a limp. It is called the Chameleon Returns. A few more chapters to correct and I will send it to Litfire Publishing. My first novel is in the printing stage and should be out soon. I hope you have a chance to read my first novel. Critics are welcome! Until then, Pura Vida!

The Chameleon

Excerpt from “ The Man With a Limp

The restaurant is full and a young man with a backback sits in the middle of the restaurant. He is a college age boy, blonde hair and blue eyes and dressed expensively. He puts his backpack on the floor and goes to use the restroom. He is gone several minutes and I call Lucky. Max comes charging through the door as Lucky follows. Max stops in the middle of the room and sniffs. Suddenly he turns away and charges over a table and attacks a man and knocks him to the floor. The Man pulls out a detonator and Max bites his hand so hard he twist off two fingers and the man was unable to push the button. Lucky rushes over to grab the detonator from the man. It is a wireless remote. On the mans body under his baggy shirt is a vest of C4. It would have killed hundreds of people. The young man comes out of the restroom and three agents grab his arms and frisk him. Another detonator, the agents handcuff him and find C4 in his backpack. The Agents take him to a special building set up specifically to interrogate any terrorist at the event. The word is instantly sent out to look for pairs of individuals working in tandem. Lucky tells his people it only takes one explosion to cause enough distraction to set off several more bombs. Lucky receives a call on the beach. Another bomb is found in a trash can . It has a timer set to go off in four minutes. Lucky grabs a bomb box hooked up to an off road vehicle and rides to the trash can. A minute and a half left on the timer. He looks at the timer, lifts the trash can and puts it in the box and locks it quickly as the bomb explodes bouncing the box up in the air, ten feet up and back to the ground. People scatter from the vicinity;Lucky talks to the command post and ask if they see any one leaving the bomb that just exploded. The boss sends him a picture of a young man with a backpack wearing sunglasses, a Giants baseball hat, yellow Hawaiian t-shirt and black shorts with Monarch butterflies on the shorts. Lucky puts out a search for the Boy. ABC anchor Tom Malloy sees the boy in the middle of the crowd, and notifies command. Things are happening quickly. Lucky notifies the sniper on my restaurant to look for the person in the middle of the crowd and shoot him dead if he pulls out the detonator. The sniper finds the boy and watches him look up in the sky as if he was praying. A fire rings out and the boy drops like a pile of washed linen. He had his hand in his pocket. A young girl, standing next to him has blood splattered on her face and bikinied body. She stands stiff and frozen like a little Barbi doll, frightened, tears rolling down her checks. Her eyes frozen in time, unable to comprehend what just happened. Lucky runs up to her; a towel in hand her softly ask her how she is as he gently wipes the blood from her face. She collapses into his arms as he holds her tight and listens to her sobs: ” what is happening here? She ask. Lucky calms her down and gives her to a medic. An agent finds the detonator and the boy wrapped in a vest of C4. “what is with these young boys becoming terrorist? Where are they getting C4?” Ask Lucky. The agent does not respond, he has no answer for Lucky.

 

Looking for excitement in reading

img_3198My first venture in writing a adventure type novel, “The Man With a Limp” due to be published at the end of October; is a mixture of adventure, romance, and friendship. Some times I like getting lost in a good adventure book. How about you? As a kid it was the Hardy Boys Mysteries  or Mark Twain. As I grew older I read less because I was so sports oriented and wish I would have read more often. I had neighbors who were school minded educators and had an opportunity to follow their examples as good students, but would rather play volleyball at the beach and drink Ripple Wine. Go figure! How life turns lemons into lemonade! How about you? Do you have the same kind of memories and regrets?

Nowadays I can not seem to find enough times to write. I go in spurts and write six to eight hours a day putting random Ideas on my I pad notebook pages. Do you like to write? Do you care what people think about your writing? I hope they enjoy my thoughts on the written page and find it is a pleasant escape from everyday drudgery. My days are always filled with excitement as I take a deep breath and thank God I still have an active imagination. I often think of a young friend named Tom; I would ride my bike to his house and we would play cowboys and dinosaurs. Maybe that was the beginning of my creative verve.

I hope you have an opportunity to preview my web page; understanding-online .com

Press the link below for my bookstore and look for my release date for my new book;

The Man With A Limp, coming at the end of October. An except from my Chapter called The event is below the link. Thank You, Pura Vida

TMNugentBooks LLC

Adventure

The restaurant is full, and a young man with a back-pack sits in the middle of the restaurant. He is a college age boy, blonde hair, blue eyes, and dressed expensively. He puts his backpack on the floor and goes to use the restroom. He is gone several minutes, and I call Lucky. Max comes charging through the door as Lucky follows. Max stops in the middle of the room and sniffs. Suddenly he turns away and charges over a table and attacks a man; knocking him to the floor. The Man pulls out a detonator, and Max bites his hand so hard he twists off two fingers and the man was unable to push the button. Lucky rushes over to grab the detonator from the man. It is a wireless remote. On the man’s body under his baggy shirt is a vest of C4. It would have killed hundreds of people. The young man comes out of the restroom, and three agents grab his arms and frisk him. Another detonator, the officers handcuff him and find C4 in his backpack. The Agents take him to a unique building set up to interrogate any terrorist at the event. The word is instantly sent out to look for pairs of individuals working in tandem. Lucky tells his people it only takes one explosion to cause enough distraction to set off several more bombs. Lucky receives a call on the beach. Another bomb is in a trash can. It has a timer configured to go off in four minutes. Lucky grabs a weapon box hooked up to an off-road vehicle and rides to the trash can. A minute and a half left on the timer. He looks at the timer, lifts the trash can and puts it in the box and locks it quickly as the bomb explodes bouncing the box up in the air, three feet up and back to the ground. People scatter from the vicinity; Lucky talks to the command post and ask if they see anyone leaving the bomb that just exploded. The boss sends him a picture of a young man with a backpack wearing sunglasses, a Giants baseball hat, yellow Hawaiian t-shirt and black shorts with Monarch butterflies on the shorts. Lucky puts out a search for the Boy. ABC anchor Tom Malloy sees the kid in the middle of the crowd and notifies command. Things are happening quickly. Lucky informs the sniper on my restaurant to look for the person in the midst of the crowd and shoot him dead if he pulls out the detonator.