The Cute-Meeter

The Cute-Meeter

 

At Pennsylvania University, the head of the graduate department, Joseph Blough, called in his favorite TA, Candice Striper.

“I perused your proposal. You have got to be kidding, you can’t earn your PhD on such drivel.”

“But Professor Blough, it's ground never covered before. Think about the advance in human psychology, the breaking of myths. It could put PU on the map.”

Blough was somewhat swayed by the idea of trading integrity for economic gain. But Candice was all wrong on two counts. She shouldn’t become the subject of her own experiment and with her figure-skating figure, and being gorgeous, God forbid my wife would hear my thoughts, Chinese face, and silky raven hair down to her fine derriere. I have to stop.

“So, Candice, because of your beauty, I hope you don’t mind me stating the obvious, your little experiment will be ruined the moment you start.”

“Thank you, professor. That’s just it, the prettier I am the more likely this experiment will work.”

“That’s the problem.”

“I’ve tried hard to get somebody, anybody to help me.”

“Try again.”

I've reached the end of the internet

 I may be changing direction in my writing. I have written award-winning romance novels and yet haven't sold that much. I don't care for the reasons why. It could be talent, marketing, whatever. I'm moving on.

My first novel Neanderthals and the Garden of Eden sold a ton (approx. 5000 copies) but the romances didn't get close. In spite of that the publisher The Wild Rose Press took me in and I wrote an important novel about racial hatred, Cinnamon & Sugar. It sold less than 500. BTW, there's only one race, the human race. The Nazis would like you to believe there are more than one. Don't buy into their propaganda.

I'm not giving up on writing. It's more like a hobby than a profession. But I have decided to write what I want no matter what it is instead of writing romance because I think it will sell.

So here's my projects that I have yet to pen or had abandoned:

The Girl With Seven Boyfriends (one for each day of the week). I'm on page 85. This one is too sexy for words. And I hesitate to put certain things my bad girl does into words. Perhaps I'll use a non de plume.

A children's book (my idea is top-secret). This should be fun and short. You know it takes way too long to write a novel.

I have an idea for a short story or novella. Anyway I'm not sure which project to do first.

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On another subject, I believe we are near the end of the pandemic and I want to say one thing about the foundation of many religions. The golden rule. This means that one should treat everybody with the love you would hope they would show you. In short, those who refuse masks are saying I don't care about you. Those who don't get vaccinated, much the same.

I know priests that say the same but oddly some priests seem to promote the opposite. I just listen to what Jesus said and follow it.

The good news is we may all soon go back to a world in which masks are not needed in general and vaccines become a matter of personal choice (just like the flu vaccine).

I know when I write these thoughts s I may lose readers but I never had that many to start with, lol.