Fear Is Not an Option

Science Fiction for Thinkers.com / Jonco Bugos

The Biggest Trojan Horse Ever

The Truth Is Up and Running

After two years of writing and many, many set backs — including the loss of 30 pages that had to be rewritten from memory and several health issues on the home front — The Truth Is a Lone Assassin is finally a completed novella. This book is my second excursion into "literary science fiction" and my ninth written work. I published this book earlier today and it's available in trade paperback at Lulu.com. 

In a day or two the Kindle Edition will be "Live" at Amazon.com and then I'll post the promotional video for it. The paperback will be available at Amazon.com sometime in mid-March 2013. The 4-6 week delay is nothing more than the time it takes for any book to travel through regular distribution channels from The Lulu Marketplace. I will not make this book available at Barnes & Noble.com unless there is a demand for it there. My first novella, Blind Fool Running, is still languishing at B&N and that is unfortunate for everyone.

After a short break I'll probably (I'm not sure yet) go back to writing my tenth book and my seventh science fiction thriller, the one I began way back in March 2009 and then had to put on "hold" because of surgical and hospital emergencies for both me and my elderly mother. My tenth book is entitled "The IIIrd Option" and it's a hard science fiction story sculptured around several controversial metaphysical themes, including shadow life masquerading as real life and false human beings who populate planet Earth and many other worlds in The Milky Way Galaxy. It will be the most violent novel I've written so far. And there's a reason for that. The completion date for this thriller is open because I've scarcely begun writing it again. Post Updated 2-8-13 for Kindle Edition availability

A Head Banging Experience

Don't tell anyone but during the month of December I rewrote the 30 pages that went missing last fall from my second novella, The Truth Is a Lone Assassin. That's right. You got it. Jonco Bugos now has two literary novellas under his belt. The Truth Is a Lone Assassin is no Blind Fool Running but it was never intended to be a clone or a sequel or, heaven forbid, a competitor.

But it's a bit of a shocker, if you can allow yourself to absorb and enjoy the important expository nature of the narrative which is, by the way, periodically relieved by the ongoing story line, a rather compelling tale about a man who makes the most startling discovery anyone could ever make. I finished writing this novella on January 1, 2013. Now I'm finishing up the "building" of the the book for paperback publishing.

I designed the cover myself — just like I did for all my books — and I just finished writing the description for the back cover. I also made a new promotional video for this novella, replacing the old video, but I will not air it until the Kindle Edition is "Live" in the Amazon Kindle Store. Superstitious? You bet I am because I know the real truth about superstition. Did I make copies? You bet I did. I have Kindle and paperback backup copies coming outta my ears.

Right now I'm in the process of doing what no writer should ever, ever have to do. I'm doing the sixth "read/edit" of the entire manuscript. Poor Appalachian hick writers like me do all our own work and wear all the publishing hats we have to in order to get the job done. The writer hat is the only one that really fits me but I wear them all. No one else is going to do it for me.

I plan to publish this ninth book in paperback before the end of this month (January 2013) if everything goes right. Then I'll publish the Kindle Edition, which is a digital manuscript of the exact same text, formatted for the Kindle reader and the Kindle apps for Android, Blackberry, iPhone, iPod, iPod Touch, Mac, PC and Windows Phone. And anything else Amazon comes up with for the mobile market.

Wish me luck. I'll need it. I don't think my head can take any more keyboard abuse. Thanks for your time.

My First 11:11 Experience

I'm writing this blog post today to be on record, first and foremost, about something which I have absolutely no interest in whatsoever but, nevertheless, something resembling paranormal activity and the resulting host of social phenomena that have been sweeping a lot of people off their feet for quite some time now. And now it's finally reached me. I don't know all the details about the 11:11 Phenomenon and I'm not researching it beyond a cursory Google Search for some background. Why am I so nonchalant about this? Because I just don't give a damn anymore.

I'm tired of this smoke-and-mirrors world and its fascination with hooded ascetics, robed charlatans and aging baby-boomer relics pretending to be spiritual guides to a higher realm of existence and the corresponding cloak-and-dagger element dedicated to guarding the imprisoned truth so it never gets out. This kind of pseudo-spiritual nonsense with its "cosmic doubletalk" and phony psychobabble is only masking what truly lies beneath, which is the truth about science and mathematics and their whimsical use as tools by invisible beings who violate the natural order of things just to bewitch and beguile hapless Homo sapiens who are always looking for something or someone to take charge of their lives. Instead of taking their own lives in their own hands and making the best of it.

One thing you folks will always get from me is honesty. Pure and simple. Last night I was online, placing an advertisement for the new edition of The Four Bloggers of The Apocalypse on one of the sidebars of one of my ten blogs here at Blogger when the lights in my writing room began to flicker, off and on, on and off. My computer screen dimmed and then brightened again, several times. The three green lights on my modem went out and the red one came on. I'd lost my Internet connection. The lights upstairs kept flickering, almost like Morse Code. Hurricane Sandy was still two days away from us, so it wasn't that. A misty rain fell outside and the air was still.

I rushed downstairs and asked my mother (who was watching TV) if the lights had flickered downstairs as well and she confirmed that they had. The TV set was still on but the picture was just snow (white noise). I walked into the den where I have a digital clock on the bar with no battery backup in it. Whenever there is the slightest power interruption, this clock begins blinking 12:00. But, it wasn't blinking and the lights were still flickering all over the house, but not outside, not anywhere in town that I could see. The clock on the bar said a steady 11:11. The current real time for U.S. Eastern Daylight Saving Time (we set our clocks back in Pennsylvania to Standard Time at midnight on Sunday November 4th this year). That's right, 11:11 was the correct time on all the other clocks in the house and on our wristwatches.

When the lights stopped flickering in our house and the TV came back on, the bar clock said 11:12 and this, folks, is a very disturbing but very true story. And, no, I don't like it. I don't like it one damn bit. But what are you going to do? Just like everyone else, I'll keep living my life like always and continue writing and being the primary, at-home caregiver for my 81-year-old mother. And I'll keep trying to become a better person each and every day. I don't need "spirit guides" to tell me that. Living and evolving is all that's required of any of us. Living our lives as best we can, each and every day, while looking forward to tomorrow.

Post updated 5-25-14: Disturbing "otherworldly" phenomena is so prevalent in my life that I often ignore it and put it "on my back burner for later". The following is no exception, except that I actually forgot to blog about it. Why? I suppose it's because I no longer give a shit. I'm more impressed by a passing sun shower. Anyway, here goes. On Veteran's Day, November 11, 2013, I walked outside to look at the sky. I had a feeling that the dark-souled powers-that-be just might pull another 11:11 stunt with me, knowing I would kill them outright if I got the chance. I'm not kidding, either, and they damn well know it. I wasn't expecting an 11:11 blinking clock stunt again or another staccato light show in the house and it's a good thing they didn't try it because NOTHING they do to me is FREE. There will be a payback and it will be fatal FOR THEM, a "second-death fatality", no less.

So, around 6:00 PM or so I looked up at the twilight sky from the entrance to our patio and saw an orange ball ascending from the treetops northeast of me, from where I figured State Game Lands 101 would be, about three miles East North East of my house. I knew it wasn't a plane or a star or a satellite, based on my own late 1960's and early 1970's UFO sightings. It "rose" straight up and then flew toward me, making an angled, directional change of course that no human aircraft could make, not even a helicopter, because there was no sound whatsoever. It split into "two round orange balls" at the point where I figured it would be about halfway between the "10 Acres" area of State Game Land 101 and my house. Then it slowly flew above me at what might have been a thousand feet altitude and on an "ENE to WSW tack". And it made no sound whatsoever, at least none that I could hear.

There was the hint of a dark body to it but I couldn't make out its true shape. No airplane at that altitude could fly so slowly and I've never seen light patterns like that. The two orange ball lights appeared to be at least a hundred yards apart and were situated at the nose, but beneath what appeared to be a dark circular "saucer". Somewhat below those orange balls and at what appeared to be about three hundred yards behind the dark, semi-amorphous shape were two lights that did not blink. A green "starboard" light and a red "port" light, both of them about a fourth the size of the front orange lights, which only glowed. They did not shine. And, the red port and green starboard lights, which ought to have been blinking, were on all the time. What did I do? I gave them the finger, said "Fuck You" to them, told them I wan't afraid of them and then went inside. I had supper to prepare and THAT was the most important thing that evening. NOT playing hide-and-seek with high-tech slime who deserve to be exterminated. And THIS, people, is a true story. No shit.

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