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Happiness is but a myst
In front of me it always exist Within reach of grasp But nothing to hold Quickly it disapates as I reach It is for me but an illusion Something others can have But I not For 41 years I try For 41 years it is always just beyond I shall never know happiness as I knew it when I were 5. The response for the FREE give away of “The Boy in The Wood” was awesome. Many took advantage of it and the feedback is 5 ***** star positive. I was pleased to see how many copies went out and wish to express my deepest thanks to all who were able to get a copy. I hope those that did will leave Feedback after they finish reading it, and if able leave kind and positive Feedback. Mama always said “if you ain’t got nothin’ nice to say say nothin’ at all.” But in reality I hope all who were able to take advantage of the FREE give away will consider leaving positive Feedback as it is helpful to indie authors. Those that did get a FREE copy and that enjoyed it, please consider buying my other two books, “David’s mark” which is a true firsthand account of some of the abuse I suffered as a child. The book however focuses on one key boy in my childhood, David. My life crossed with his in Houston Texas in 1976. We as well as several other boys were used in what has been called the “Houston Boys for Sale” period. A dark time in the history of Texas and many boys lost their life. Those that did lose their life were written off as drug addicts, boy prostitutes, run aways or throw away kids. It was a difficult and dark chapter in my life. On YouTube is a television news show that aired in 1981 about the entire Houston Boy’s for Sale period, one of the investigators had two attempts made on his life, he carried a bullet in his body until he died. “Still With Eyes Closed” is a dark tale of medical science using genetics to cure all illness and defects. It is interesting that 60 Minutes did a story on genetics being used as a cure on 10-26-2014. What they presented followed the exact same path as my book and it surprised me that the FDA’s response was the same I presented in the novel. Much of what I wrote appears to be coming true as I watch the news. “Still With Eyes Closed” is a fictional medical thriller that gets deep in genetics as the cure for all mankind, but it has a dark beginning and ending. Again many thanks to all who took advantage of the free give away of “The Boy in The Wood”. Click The Cover to Buy the Book
When I was six years old my life took a turn for the worst (See the book “David’s mark” by DeWayne Watts – me.) I had to stop my birth father from murdering my mother. Up to this time my life was “normal”, but that was my limited viewpoint. That event at age six set into motion a series of events that altered my life course.
Think of it this way, up until I was six I was heading down a certain path, for all intents and purposes a safe normal path, at six that path forked and I was forced onto a new path. But I like to think of a Star Trek application, timelines. From birth to age six I was on a standard timeline but then a Romulan traveled back to June 4th 1973 and detonated an anti-matter device. That detonation altered the timeline the standard timeline and a new timeline branched off, one where the Federation never formed and where the Romulans ruled the Galaxy. I still live in that altered timeline. Sometimes I look back and wonder what would have happened if the timeline was never altered, who would I have been, my mother my family. In order for this to work I have to also imagine that my birth father was killed prior to June 4th 1973. I do not think I need to wonder anymore for I was able to look back along the altered timeline and see a glance at the true timeline. How was I able to do so? In order to write my book “David’s mark” I had to invest 7 years of research and a lot of interviews with my mother and several others. From that research and interviews I believe I may have drawn a ‘what may have been’ analogy of the true timeline. So for a moment let’s travel back to December 30th 1972, I choose December because it was before we moved out of the Tulsa House. That winter was cold and I did not get my Ken doll for Christmas, but mom had prepared me for the loss, but she promised he would be under the tree next Christmas, I was looking forward to getting him back behind the driver’s wheel of my truck. The roads were covered with ice and snow and dad was late getting home, mom seemed worried. At 9:00pm she sent me and my sisters off to bed, once in my pajama’s I stood by my window wondering why my dad was late, but my wonder was soon replace by dreams, as I was unable to stay awake. I had not been asleep for long when I was awakened by my mom’s crying and I was still asleep when I entered the living room and two police officers were standing by the door. My dad had lost control of the car and died in a car wreck. Prior to his death my mom and he were going from church to church looking for one we could settle in and it was only after his death that she listened to my Grandma and went to a Congregation across town that taught the Truth. After that first meeting she started a Bible Study and stayed with that Congregation. While making arrangements for my dad’s memorial I had spent a lot of time at my Grandma’s and one dad while my uncle was turning the TV I saw him pass Star Trek, he turned it back and allowed me to watch. That of course started my love affair with Star Trek and science. My mom used my dad’s life insurance to pay off the house in Tulsa and she continued her interest in folk music, getting small gigs across town, soon she landed a recording contract…… Some of the above is fiction, but some is fact. My Grandma was a second generation Bible Student and she attempted to instill in me and my sisters what she remembered. My mom was actively searching for ‘The Truth’, but sadly never found it, and she was good on the guitar and enjoyed playing folk music. I can’t say for certain what would have been, but as I interviewed her she reviled a lot of ‘loves’ ‘regrets’ and ‘missed chances’. Some of which she is now doing. So in the end she became a part of what she would have if June 4th 1973 never happened. Me; I am sure I would have still found Star Trek, and I had a starving thirst for Bible Study. I also love science, physics, math, and writing. I now hold on to these, but unfortunately with awful and painful memories. No I don’t have a pity pot that I sit around on crying, oh poor me, poor me. My life is clouded with nightmares that visit me against my will, flashbacks that send me through time so fast the even Captain Kirk would get motion sickness. These flashbacks are so intense that I even FEEL guilty, or shame or…the flashbacks are the worst. I jump at every loud noise, I hate to hear stories of abuse or see shows of people oppressed. What is surprising is that I am told by many well-meaning friends ‘stop dwelling on the past’. A flashback is NOT dwelling, a nightmare and waking up soaked is NOT dwelling, crying because a firework went off and you were not expecting it is NOT dwelling. Worst of all, some of my friends have laughed at my reaction or accused me of over reacting. I have the most trouble with those kinds of statements. Because of that I have found very few people in my circle of friends that I truly trust. If they laugh because I jump and cry because of loud thunder or tease me about it, or they tell me I am over reacting to get attention, I have little to trust in them. Mind you I love my friends, but I find it hard to trust someone who can gain such joy out of my fear. With PTSD my fear is very real and it surrounds me every day. I do not dwell on my past, I don’t live in my past, my past IS my present and it is still happening. I live in fear every day I live. What is "The Boy in The Wood" About? It's Free Till the 24th A Tell all account of the story.10/23/2014 “The Boy in The Wood” Currently there is an Amazon promotion for my novel “The Boy in The Wood”. The promotion that is running is a free copy of the Kindle version. So why the promotion? To get my name out there and give people a chance to read my work so that they will talk about it and perhaps others will buy that book or my other books. So what is “The Boy in The Wood” about? It is a psychological thriller, the antagonist is a woman whose glass tower life has crashed and her reaction is anything but human. But her reaction has deep roots and from those roots branches reach out to her current life. But the story is not about her, she is the catalyst that pushes the protagonist into doing the right thing and she also forces the boys in the story to look deep within themselves to discover who they are inside. The Wood, although personified is not evil or good, it is what you the reader wants to make of it. I have had many tell me this or that about The Wood, which is good because The Wood is what each person NEEDS it to be. The story itself has some truth in it. We did lose our home in 2007 to Countrywide, although we were not in default, and what happens to one of the boys was a reflection of what happened to me. The adventures the boys have are the adventures many boys have, well before the advent of video games and all things that keep kids trapped inside a home. Some of the adventures related in the novel are pulled from my own childhood. “The Boy in The Wood” is my first novel, and I did not use an editor, a huge mistake. After it was published I did have my editor (I brought one on board for my next two projects) look it over, he assisted in the revision. After several attempts I now have this “finished” revision. The story contains two characters that are unchanged from my childhood, The Fat man and The Voice. These two people are exactly as they were when I encountered them as a child. The relationship between the boys is also based in my childhood, but each boy encompasses many boys I knew at different times. Two of the boys have a lot of me in them. Because of that it was difficult to write about the relationship and adventures the boys have in the book, I was attempting to write about some good memories but from a distant viewpoint. So the story is very near to my heart. Although the story is a psychological thriller, it is also a story of love of family, brothers and the love of a father to his sons. I personally never felt my birth father’s love, I did feel his hate, so in the story I project my love that I have for my sons into the father, it is how I am despite my dad. I believe the changes I made as an adult allowed me to put on a different personality than that of my dad. Although I also believe that I have such disgust for my dad that I never wanted to reflect who he was. So in the story I pulled from my own adult life experience and wrote the dad in the story as the dad I am today and the dad I wish I had as a child. The story is far different than most psychological thrillers, it will not end the way anyone expects it to end. In fact some readers have told me they had to read the last chapter twice to be sure what they read was correct. There are a few places that will make it difficult to read so keep that in mind. At the end is what I call the Author’s Reflection, an application of some of the metaphors in the story. I hope you enjoy reading “The Boy in The Wood” and keep in mind the promotion ends tomorrow Friday the 24th, so spread the word, repost to your Facebook wall and Re-Tweet to all, I doubt there will be another promotion like this for “The Boy in The Wood”. Enjoy and thanks to all my readers.  From the Prolog ***************************** They made their way cautiously to the door of The Weapons Depot. The two remained in a squatted position; a smaller target increased their chances of survival. Jeff reached his hand up and grabbed the pull rope that lifted the latch on the door. The squeak of the latched forced Mark to bring his forefinger to his lips and give the shush gesture to his brother. Jeff continued until he heard the click inside the tree house letting him know the brass latch had cleared its resting clamp. He pushed the wooden door open with his free hand while slowly releasing the pull rope. With the door opened the two tiptoed inside, still squatted down. The crates and storage boxes had been moved around. Mark had indeed arrived at the correct conclusion, there intruder had made his hiding place in The Weapons Depot. They followed the trail through the boxes and crates to the back of the storage area. As they approached they could hear the sound of someone breathing and moaning, they heard sounds of cries and inaudible whispers. They stopped their approach. Jeff turned to Mark and mouthed ‘should we continue’? Mark shrugged his shoulders and gestured with his first two fingers, pointing in the direction of the last crate. They move forward. When they made the last turn and looked behind the largest create surprise and shock gripped them both. They froze in disbelief. ****************************** Get it >FREE< right now 10-20-2014  |
AuthorDeWayne Watts: I started out writing short stories and poetry. Some of which was published in the 1980's. I have parts of 5 novels written and have completed 2 novels. I have been married over 25 years and raised 2 wonderful sons who have been a great addition to the human family. Follow me on GOODREADS
The 3 Novels/Books Written By DeWayne Watts
"David's mark"
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"The Boy in The Wood"
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