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About Brian B Baker

I write horror stories, review books, and talk about depression, and how I get through all of it.

I will not go quietly…


There is a lot  “Shut up, you lost”, “it’s over, just shut up!”

No, that’s not happening.

 I will not go quietly.

I will not sit in the corner and take my medicine.

Every time he does something that goes against the morals I’ve been taught, I will stand up. I will not shut up, I will not hold my tongue.

You can’t tell me to be quiet when the rights of freedom are going to be lost to those with brown skin, those in the LGBTQ community, and those of faiths who are marginalized.

I will not go quietly. I will not stand aside. I will fight with my last breath for those who will be marginalized by the incoming administration.

I will vote, I will stand against the hate of those who fight against me and I will not go quietly.

Keep Moving…

Where the worlds meet, the future lies, and its stark and filled with uncertainty.

Each moment is confused, disturbed, and oftentimes it’s lying a puddle of its own blood.

The future isn’t what we wanted it to be; the darkness has come.

There are moments of clarity, but they’re fleeting and confused.

The coherence of the lost souls, the damaged, and the suddenly derided are lost in the future.

With a contemptuous rage, they spoke and the lost souls will move on, but the rage keeps going? Does it?

In the pain they’ll huddle in the corner and keep moving, the must keep moving…we must keep moving.

This morning, my son asked what we did last night, I replied, “We cried.”

“You’re kidding me?”

He knew what I meant. When I dropped him off at school he said, “Be safe, dad.”
“You too, buddy,” I replied.

I’m not gay, not brown skinned, but I am an Atheist.

Today, I woke up after a fitful night of sleep and crying while I held my wife and we tried not to talk.

Today, we learned how much hate there is in our country, but we should have been paying attention over the last eight years, we would’ve seen it.

In every question of a black president’s birthplace, in every meme deriding him and in every person who didn’t support Gay marriage, it was staring at us, but we chose not to look.

We chose not to look for we thought better of our fellow Americans.

Our thoughts were not put into real action.

We had them, then let them go without the action of removing people from our Congress, without the oversight needed to make them understand, we’re not like that.

As someone who writes for a living, I will be writing more.  America is still dealing with its racist past and it doesn’t want to let go of it.

America hasn’t dealt with its racist past and it doesn’t want to let go of it.

I’ve loved this country since I learned about Thomas Jefferson.

Today, we found out the truth of the majority.

We discovered we’re not the greatest country in the world anymore.

We learned that hate is still strong and there are people who support hate against races, religions, and skin colors other than white.

 

 

Teaching my son, that learns like me…

 

When I was in junior high, I hated school. I dealt with bullies; my grades sucked and whenever I mentioned the bullies to my father, he’d side-step, “how are your grades?”

What I recently realized through watching my son struggle with school is that I may have a learning disability.

He has issues with focus, I do too, but mine isn’t as pronounced as his.

This realization came to when we got his grades and how hard school is for him.

My wife doesn’t understand it because she learns the way teachers teach. I always hated those kids.

School for me was hard. I sat in front of the room, couldn’t have distractions and my son, he’s the the same way.

Now that I’m aware of this, I have to remember how I learned and teach him to learn.

Some teachers don’t care what your issues are; they’re in the classroom to teach those who don’t have the learning issues, this was obvious to me many times in school.

When I had a problem or didn’t’ understand something and asked for help, they acted put out by it, “Why can’t you just learn this?”

I know this is why I read so much as a kid, and still do. It’s the main reason I hide out to get my word count for whatever WiP(Work in Progress) is befuddling me.

Books were my escape from reality; video games are his. It’s his way to escape from the world and problems he’s dealing with, and I guess my wife and I didn’t understand why until now.

I think I wanted him to be more like my wife and get the grades and not struggle, but that’s not the case, and he needs that extra attention.

Do your kids learn like you or your partner?

What I learned after a year of writing full-time.


You have to know what you want in life in order to attain it.

At 14-years-old I wanted to be a writer but was rebuffed by my father. “You can’t make money doing that.” He said.

Well, I may not be making money, yet, but I’m closer than I was a year ago stuck in a dead-end job that left me hating my life at the end of the day.

In the past year, I’ve written four short stories and one novel and I’m trying to get a novel on Amazon by the end of October.

Here is what I’ve learned in the last year of writing full-time:

  • You must create a schedule for yourself and stick to it.
  • You have to write every day, even if that writing is a blog post, you must write.
  • You must have a damn outline. This is the biggest for me. It gives me a path to the finish line. Before I was only writing and not finishing, if I have an endpoint, I get there.
  • You must go it alone sometimes. There are times you must lock yourself away to get writing done. People you love will have to understand that. If they don’t, they’re not worthy of your attention.
  • It will be harder than you think. You must push through those moments when the words suck and you hate the story. You must find yourself in the words and never leave until they’re done.
  • You must have a creative outlet other than writing. It doesn’t matter if it’s photography, painting or anything else, but you must have another place to create or you can get fried.

I could put more than this and it might be too many but in the end the most important is that you get words on the page.

If you’re not getting words on the page, you’re not a write, period.

Peace,

Brian