Project Nemesis by Jeremy Robinson.... Keep out of the hands of our government leaders!

Reading the title of this review, you have to wonder if I am some sort of conspiracy freak, or just a freak in general. The fact is, I bought this for my kindle just before bed last night, and started reading as soon as I woke up this morning. There might have been some teeth brushing in there at some point, but the morning is a blurry memory. I discovered I was trapped. Project Nemesis had it's hook through me, and I read it straight through. I was thrilled as it was finished, and yet sad because it was over. I thought, "Should I have read this more slowly, savoring it like a fine wine?" and realized "No way, this is no fine wine, this is that 21st birthday beer that haves you at some point howling to the moon, making inappropriate jokes to nuns (who shouldn't have been at the bar in the first place), and even though the night is a blur that has you completely unaware of your surroundings, as you are swept up in the magic of this great event. You remember your 21st for years, even though you can't recall exactly what made the day a blur, you just smile and know that even though you accomplished nothing that entire day, you enjoyed yourself more than should probably be legal. So as I said, don't let this book fall into the hands of government officials, because they sit on their butts doing too little as it is. This would bring all progress to a complete halt. LOVE THIS BOOK!

Whatever Star System you use for ranking, just hit the highest one for me, and write a little  + sign next to it.

You Chronic Pain Slackers!

As most of you know, I am in the process of disability. Why? I need a full hip replacement. I have a broken T1 Vertebrae. Most of my Cervical disks are completely degenerated. My Lumbar disks are degenerating rapidly as well. The arthritis in my spine is ridiculous. Lets not even get into Depression. My point is, I live in pain.

Granted, I will always be in pain, even if I get my disability, and the insurance benefits that go with it, which will provide the necessary medications and surgeries I need to continue down this road. But with the treatments I need I will finally be able to focus on writing more than 500 words every other month or so because I can't focus through the pain like I do now.

People say "Sitting down isn't that hard, why don't you spend all your free time writing?" Well, I don't have time to get into every single injury that I have, and what my pain level is like every day, so I'm going to start just dousing people with gasoline, lighting them on fire, and once they start screaming in agony I'm going to roll my chair over to them and tell them "I'd really enjoy a fresh new short story right now! Get to typin'!"

There's nothing like sitting down thinking "what should I name this character OMG I FEEL MY FEMUR PUSHING UP INTO MY STOMACH!"

I love writing. I miss writing. I plan to be write until I die. But I cannot do it full time right now, and unless I develop a psychic typewriter like in Stephen King's The Tommyknockers that writes my stuff in my sleep, people will have to be patient and hope I get the help I need soon. Once that happens, perhaps I'll write something truly breathtaking... or something that makes you want to punch the breath out of me.... but at least I'll be writing.

Welcome to the new blog, same as the old blog!

Well, as of tomorrow (June 23rd, 2013) I will no longer be using my website nicholasmay.us due to my current situation. I will still have my facebook page, both author and personal, and will carry on the bit of blogging I do back here on the old blog.

FREE today and tomorrow only, NOW AND THEN on Amazon!

Alright, listen here. I like free stuff, YOU like free stuff. I like stories where the character will face life and death for family, YOU like stories where characters will face life and death for family! So quit monkeying around reading this, and go get my best selling short story "NOW AND THEN", available only on Amazon!

I MEAN IT! Stop looking at funny pictures of kittens in pirate outfits and pinning it to your board. Go get the story while it's free you pirate kitten loving ninny!!

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"NOW AND THEN" by Nicholas May FREE Oct 12th & 13th ONLY!

Of all the stories I have put out there, and the ones I still have up my sleeve that only a few have seen, there is one that outsells them all 10 to 1. "NOW AND THEN" only available at Amazon, will be FREE this Friday and Saturday, October 12th & 13th ONLY!

Here is the Amazon Synopsis:

WARNING! GRAPHIC (i.e. Realistic) VIOLENCE! How far will a man go when he finds his brother in trouble with a local mob boss, and how much of himself will he give up in order to save him?

When a man finds his brother being beaten and threatened with death by a local mob boss and his thugs, the man is forced to call up skills he possesses but does not like to use in order to save his brother's life. When he is forced to pit his skills in an illegal cage fight against a vicious killer to save his brother, the man, and the men that dared to threaten his brother, find out what happens when you test a brother's love.

But here's the deal. If you like MMA, you will like this story. If you like Fighting, you will like this story. If you like Brotherly Bonds, you will like this story. If you like seeing bad guys get their asses handed to them by no nonsense good guys that are even scarier than the bad guys, you will like this story! You know why?

BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL SICK PUPPIES, AND I LOVE IT!!!

So this Friday and Saturday, October 12th and 13th, go to Amazon and download a fast paced, ass kicking, punch you in the face and hope you had it coming type of story to read for the weekend!

HAPPY READING! (Or Else.)

Experience... The real building block of life.

Time can be broken down into many different categories. Years, weeks, days, hours, seconds, hell even nanoseconds! But should a life be broken down by those same categories?

I have been alive for 39 years and 11 days, meaning I am 341,640 hours old. Sure tells you alot about me doesn't it? You can just put me in the 300K to 400K LifeSpan Box on the shelf. Wait, you mean they don't have those?

Life isn't just a compilation of the minutes you've been alive, but of the blocks of time in which you were building certain experiences.

There is the 15 years that I was in school, that was Student Nick.

There is the 7 years I was working at and managing a Formal Wear Store, that was Formal Nick.

There was the 30 years spent as a fighter, either in the martial arts, in the streets, in the ring or on the mats, or in my spirit, that was Fighter Nick (He could beat up those other Nicks.)

There is the 13 1/2 years that I have been a Father, now I'm just Dad. (This Nick is old and broken, and would beat the hell out of Fighter Nick if he ever harmed my children. This Nick would destroy the world to protect them.)

There was the 17 years I spent as a married man. That was Married Nick, and the combination of both of our mistakes, stubbornness, and lack of communication that ended Married Nick. 

Like time segments, these blocks of experience are what we add up to compile the person that we become to those around us, and are how we are remembered. So when we are doing stupid things, or doing nothing at all, we need to look around and realize this is the crap filler, the stuff in hot dogs you don't want to know about, the additives and preservatives we ignore because if we knew what was in something we would be disgusted by it. So why do we ourselves allow our time to be filled with these crap fillers and wasted moments when we could be doing something meaningful that actually adds to how well we are put together once our blocks of experience are compiled?

Trust me, I am as guilty as anyone. I sit here in pain, KNOWING this is when I am supposed to be writing, but instead I find things to watch online because it hurts so bad to focus. But nobody will remember how many episodes of a TV show I watched. Nobody will know how many movies I've seen in my life. They will remember the experience blocks. They will remember the moments that I touched someone. My children will remember the lessons I taught them, the hugs I gave them, the laughs I brought out of them. My friends are gone for the most part, but I bet they will remember me, because I tried to be a good friend, and because there were times when I failed and lost them because of it... but I will be remembered, for good or bad.

Things like Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, Texting, have all given us reasons to make most of our lives now nothing but the filler, the hidden stuff in hot dogs you pretend is really pork or beef. I wish I could go back and just be Happily Married Nick, and change things, knowing what I know now. Never go on the Internet, when I could have just wrestled with my kids, or read them a book. If they were here now, I guarantee you I'd be surrounded by them, because we all know how fragile and important time is now. 

Who knows if I'll defeat the odds and make it through the next year. Who knows if some miracle will happen and I last another ten or twenty. I just want to stop piling filler onto the experiences that made me ME, so when people look back they don't have to dig through the rubbish to get to the Man.

Let me be a lesson to all of you. I had talent that I wasted. I had skills that I lost. I had love that I took for granted. I physically hurt people because we had to prove who was the baddest. I emotionally hurt people because I had to prove I was right. I've been emotionally hurt by people who had to prove THEY were right. I hurt every single day because of squandered abilities years ago when I was young and stupid. I had an IQ that could have guaranteed a full ride anywhere I wanted, but I wanted to run the streets instead. I was an idiot.

But I also had wonderful children who are in my heart every second, even though I see them only once a week or so. I once danced to a love song, with the love of my life in my arms, one ear bud in my ear, and one in hers, as the rest of the world had no idea we were an entire world of our own. I've written stories that will be around long after I am gone. They will still be available after my children's children are gone, I created things out of Nothing! I have done wonderful things.

Building blocks of experience. That is life. Not years. Not money. Not power. Experience. You are the only one that can decide if they are good or bad. All of the bad experiences I've had, now that I look back, only I could have put me into a position to have them. So love with all you have, live every second of every day, instead of just adding in more filler.

Review of Dead Heart by Brandon Ford

Dead Heart by Brandon Ford
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

At first I was kind of repulsed by where I thought this story was going. Even as I was about to get grossed out, I did recognize that I was being grossed out by exceptional writing. It was believable, and very well done. The truly scary thing is, I think the scheme going on in this book is probably really going on all over the place, which makes me want to be cremated instantly.

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