“I’m the human. You’re the dog!” Therapy on my keyboard. When a writer loses his dog.

Now, she lays on the examination table with an IV in her leg. We petted her and talked to her as she closed her eyes and relaxed for the last time.

 

When a writer loses his dog.
What has brought on this flood of emotions, is the condition of my Pomeranian companion of 15 years. We bought her as a puppy when my construction company went under. I had to file bankruptcy, and moved what I could salvage to Florida. The emotional and financial damage from the Chapter 13 was extremely damaging to my confidence and self-esteem, but Koko helped. She hated sailing, and always wanted to get back to the air-conditioned home, and her fenced in back yard. She slept on my bed, shared my food, and was on my heels at all times. If I worked on a car, or in the garage, I don’t have to worry about her running off. She would always be in the shade of a magnolia tree, or in the grass by the big fern.
A few days ago, we took her to the vet for her shots. Koko has always been overweight, mostly my fault, and recently has lost a lot of weight, and feels like skin and bones. The vet did tests and they came back as terminal kidney disease. She has a year on the long end, now has special dog food, and gets an electrolyte IV. It makes her feel great, and she gets them once a month, at $12.00 a visit. I try not to think about this too much. I have never had kids, and my two Poms, are my kids.

Zenzi, (wolf-sable Pomeranian) is 1-1/2 years old and 8 lbs. She has always had Koko and is sad when they are apart, so I am considering a third Pom.
The Alexander family is up north. I live in East Coast Florida. I am flying up next week to see them. My parents are 84 years old, and it’s been a long time since we have conversed further than Facebook. My wife’s mother died a few years ago and her father is in assisted living, in a private home. It’s cold up there. The news said 17 deg and snow. I keep thinking about Jamaica, but I need to go up north.

(I typed this much, before I went up-north for Thanksgiving. I am now back in Florida.)

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In many ways I wish I had opted for the Jamaican vacation. I bought a coat and some long sleeve shirts before I left, and a few more after arriving. Most, but not all, of the Alexander family, is surviving in the same repetitive life-style they were living fifteen years ago, with one of my sisters floundering, with help and failure so many times, that everyone has now severed their connections. Others have excelled, grown up, and created a great life. My emotions were up and down every few hours, but in general, I tried to keep my opinions to myself. The one common trait that I witnessed after being in other parts of the world so long, is that they seem to acquire gratification from criticizing and speculating on other people, unable to see themselves from outside of their colloquial mold. If I could buy each one a gift, it would be an unlimited airline ticket, with six-month layovers in the countries of their choice. It changes you.

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Upon returning, Koko was looking worse. She was not eating, not drinking, her legs shook when she stood, and diarrhea and vomiting took whatever moisture remained in her fragile body. It was cold for Florida, 55-60 deg at night. Koko would go out, try to poop, get liquid, and then her legs would give out. She would lie in the back yard, in her feces, until I went out looking for her, and brought her back in the house. I blocked her doggy door and spread out a towel on the floor where she likes to sleep.
Zenzi brought her favorite toys to Koko, and laid them down beside her, and backed up to give Koko an advantage to play. After moving all of her favorite toys and getting no response from Koko, she laid on top of her toys and slept beside her.
Saturday morning, I called the Veterinarian. It’s time. Koko seemed to know what we were doing, and welcomed it. Before, she looked at me, to make it better. I could only lie in the floor with her and gently pet her. My voice seemed to soothe her and she would sleep. Now, she lays on the examination table with an IV in her leg. We petted her and talked to her as she closed her eyes and relaxed for the last time.
“I’m the human! You’re the dog!” This is often heard in my house when I think the fur-babies are taking control. Right now, I would gladly give up my authority. Zenzi is confused. She keeps looking for Koko. She comes in my office, sits by my feet, and looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “How can I explain this to her?”

She lays, all of the time, in the living room where Koko slept. Her toys are still accumulated there, and she sleeps on top of her biggest one. They used to chase each other around the coffee table, but now she barks at me until I follow her into the living room and run around the coffee table with her. (Yes, I do it.) Poms need partners. I am looking for a female puppy for her. This is a bad time of year for puppy buying with Christmas coming. She may be doing a solo-show until 2020. Affordable POM puppy? Email me! DBAlexander@cfl.rr.com

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In book II of Longue Duree, Extending Life, Louis had a Pomeranian named Koko. He too, went through the above scenario, but his Koko died of bladder cancer. I’ve noticed that many things I write often come true before the book is live. Louis also became a very wealthy man… “I’m waiting!”

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What if: You didn’t have to be sick?

The chemical is a fountain of youth, compound, that they push into testing and production. This is a love story with a fantasy touch. It’s a sailor’s love story, written by a sailor.

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We are born, imperfect humans. Louis was no exception, and while persueing the company of of a wealthy, widow in Barbados, is handed the ingredients for eternal life. Longue Durée, can not only reverse your mind and body to a younger age, but also cures many issues like Osteoporosis and Alzheimer’s.

There is only one catch! It’s expensive.

How would the world respond to such a mericle drug? What would they pay to have all of their pain and imperfections removed? Sounds good, but… what about social security and pension plans. If people don’t die from age, cancer, or a heart attack, the pharmaceutical and medical empires would go bankrupt. The wealthy will still want Longue Durée, but surely it cannot be available to, everyone?

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Book I is available now. Book II is back from the editor and will be live any time. 

Book III is with the editor now, (November 9)

Each book can be read individually, but will be better if read in order.

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Nevis, St. Kitts, Reverse aging, extended life, and a safe haven. Author David Alexander

What would you pay to reverse aging and achieve perfect health? Louis hid the secret on Nevis Island.

 

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Real life research for book one.

Basseterre, St. Kitts, was quiet first thing in the morning. It was humid, 85 deg. and we stopped at an open air bar for a cold soda. The shops displayed all of the same tourist products that you see all through the Caribbean, and at 10am we were still walking with empty hands.

A few minutes later, the gates were opened for the cruise ships and the cattle hit the grazing grounds. We waddled through the lines of the shops and heard similar sales pitches in each one.

I am a sailor, with my own boat. I usually avoid tourist areas and drop my anchor away from the cruise ships.

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Here, the economy survives on tourism. Four Seasons Resort employs 10,000 of the Kittitians. I like to find the islands that have not been corrupted by the desire for wealth. I’ve lived on other islands only to watch cable TV, and tourism, turn a peaceful society into roving gangs and drug dealers. It is still years out for St. Kitts, but they are on that path. The outside force… and big dollar investors, are already here. 

 

Newcastle pottery in the mountains of Nevis, has a woman that forms all of her creations from Nevis clay. When she is satisfied with her work, it is fired behind the building in coconut husks. I bought the piece below for $18.00

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When I lived in St. Croix, I usually had my breakfast on the boardwalk in Christiansted. It was an open air restaurant and I poured some water into a bowl, dissolved a few packets of sugar in it, and the banana birds came from all directions. One time, I had eight birds fluttering around the sugar water. This piece reminded me of that. In the picture, it is on my coffee table in Florida with the left-over EC coins in it.

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I buy coffee cups everywhere I go. What can I say?

Below, I am at the stern of the ferry, with St. Kitts in the background.

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At last, I am walking up the dock toward town. Good vibes here.

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The main purpose of this vacation was to get a break from the fifty-six hour weeks I’m working now. I build cabinetry for 70′ yacht interiors. Each night when I return to my home, I add about 4 hrs a night for my writing, and advertising. (Such as this).

The strangest thing about this vacation was that Nevis / St. Kitts, were the safe havens for the main character in my next three books. As Louis refined a chemical that embellished and extended his life, he became prosecuted by the elite wealthy, politicians, and pharmaceutical companies. He became wealthy and the demand exceeded the supply. Through his prolonged life, and several wives, he escaped to a home in Nevis, in all three books. Nevis is a sovereign country and a safe haven for wealth. I had never been there and had done all my research on the internet.

In my books, Louis played chess with an old island man in the square by the police station. The old man, named Charles, had never been beat. I went up to a security guard at a bank and described my fictional park. He pointed up the road and told me where to find the police station, and the little park. I told him about the book. He said there was a man that played chess and checkers there, and is never beat… but his name is not Charles.

It was so strange to be walking through the pages of my books. They are all three finished. Longue Duree I, Extended Life, is on Amazon now. Book II is back from the editor, and I am making suggested changes. Book III is with the editor now. “She has been very quiet.”

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Hurricane Dorian, I’m still here!

Humans are such complicated creatures!

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Good morning! Hurricane Dorian just passed us here in Florida, with nothing more then a light rain. We had days to prepare, and even put the boat on the hard. It has seven stands under it and four straps securing it to the ground.

The shutters on my land-home were installed with teak grills, (Extra boat parts), installed to view through them, and allow air-ventilation. Fortunately, none of this was necessary.

The Bahamas took the hit, as we have all witnessed on the TV. Being a sailor, I monitor the comments and pictures from other sailors, and island residents, with considerably more validity then the media.  Already, sailors are organizing material and labor from all over the world to help restore the Bahamas. Word from the island is to wait, for the rebuild. It’s too early.

The best thing I heard in their conversations was  between people still on the islands and people that evacuated and still own property in the Bahamas. They were telling the surviving residents that if their business or property was still there, use anything they need. If it has a roof, use it for shelter. Consider anything that I own, community property.

Humans are such complicated creatures. David Alexander

 

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My new book, Longue Duree, Extending Life, also starts with a hurricane.

Interior decorator, creative lover, from the new book, Longue Durée, Extended Life

She pushes me for every ounce of energy I have, and then finds a bit more. I think of her as a heart stress test, with a happy ending.

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Sometimes, characters are real.

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I had still not recovered from Lottie. She pushes me for every ounce of energy I have, and then finds a bit more. I think of her as a heart stress test, with a happy ending.

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I pulled my shirt tail out in the elevator and walked across the hallway to my condo. When I went inside, everyone was sitting in the living room.

Bark! Bark! KoKo broke the silence, ran into the foyer, and jumped into my arms. The first person I saw was Judy, and her eye contact with me said a lot. I prepared for war, as I walked through the kitchen and into the living room. Celia was standing on the far side looking toward the bar in the kitchen. As I stepped into the room and looked back, I saw the problem.

“Lottie!” I froze in my tracks.
She had shown up dressed to seduce. It was obvious that she knew me well, as she wore black stockings, heels, and a short dress. If I know Lottie, there was nothing else. She smiled at me as she contained a laugh.
I looked at Celia, who sat waiting to see how it all played out.
Lottie stood and walked to me seductively. She put her hands on my hips and kissed me lightly.
“I should have called first. I’m sorry to have interrupted.” Her eyes got watery. She looked at Celia and shrewdly stared her up and down.
“It was good to meet you, Celia. I wish I had more time, but I have to go.” She turned and looked deep into my eyes. She walked past me on the way out and ran her hand across mine as she passed. She didn’t look back.
I watched her as she left, and when I turned back to Celia, she had gone. I heard the bedroom door slam.

Lottie, is a real person. She appears through many of my books, adding a little spice to the chapters. She is, in fact, an interior decorator with her own business. Lottie and Louis have known each other for fifteen years, and have always had a on-demand, relationship, in my books. In this book, some of Lottie’s deep feelings surface.

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I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.
“Lottie.”
“Oh, here it comes, the ‘Dear Jane’ letter!” She smiled at me. “You are too dramatic with this sort of thing. Let me help you out! You have met your soul mate, Celia, and have plans of making a future together with her. You are probably going to eventually get married, and as much as you just love fuckin’ me, I’m not wife material.” She got very serious and looked deep into my eyes for a response.
I sat in shock, staring back.

“Okay! It looks like I nailed it.”

In the real world, Lottie has hired me several times to do custom cabinetry in the multi-million dollar estates that she decorates. She usually moves into the home that she is decorating, while an owner is out of the country. She answers the door barefoot, in a dress shirt from the owners closet, and makes me an expensive coffee while she wakes up. As I work, she goes for supplies in a pair of Daisy-Dukes, a tank top shirt, and a jacked up 4WD pickup. She’s as wild in reality as she is in my writing.

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The Truth beneath the Fiction. Excerpts and explanations.

“I didn’t know the human body held that much blood.”

 

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Louis and Celia spend some time ashore in Christiansted, St. Croix, USVI:

They are returning from an expensive restaurant.

We took a taxi back down the hill at about nine, and when we saw how lit up the downtown was, we decided to get out early, and walk back to the apartment. We stayed on the covered sidewalks in the populated areas, and I kept noticing the dark alleys that separated the buildings. I noticed one alley that went along an old Danish building that had the doorways all recessed about five feet into the sides. There were wrought iron gates, custom made to fit each opening, and giant elephant ear vines growing all over the sides of the stone and across the wrought iron.
“Celia, come with me.” I took her hand.
“What are you doing?” She reluctantly followed.
I led her down the dark alley, checking each gate as I went. All were locked, until we reached the third one on the left side. I opened it a little.
“Step inside.” I raised a vine over our heads.

I pushed the gate shut, and we had about four feet of privacy, to a solid wood door. It proudly exhibited a hundred years of peeling paint with a pile of fragments lying along the threshold. I pushed Celia against the stone, and pushed my body against hers. She gasped and looked into my eyes. I kissed her passionately, as we silently listened to the voices of people still going down the illuminated sidewalk. We had to be quiet. I put a hand on each of her legs and slowly raised her dress above her hips. She was apparently prepared for my imagination. There were no stockings or panties. I dropped to my knees and widened her legs. She put her hands on my head, leaned hers back against the cool stone, and closed her eyes.
“Oh! Oh!”
“SSShhhhhhhh!” I resumed my exercise of self-control.
She pulled me back up and unfastened my belt. She was becoming impatient.
We heard footsteps running toward us. Louder… LOUDER! Until a black man in dress clothes stopped in the middle of the alley, six feet from us. He spotted us as he stood frozen, with no place to run.
“’ERE!” He pushed a small package about the size of a large book, through the gate. It fell on the ground, as I pressed my body against Celia for her protection. He started to run back toward the street when… POP… POP…. POP… BOOM… BOOM… BOOM! The gunshots echoed through the alley. We heard several men running toward the man. I peeked through the vines as they went through his clothes looking for something.
“NOTHING! IT’S NOT HERE!”
They left as fast as they appeared, and I just barely caught a glimpse of a black van with dark tinted windows rapidly leaving.
I picked up the package and zipped up my pants. Celia was hanging on to me and I could feel her shaking.
“Come… quickly!” I whispered.
We started to run out of the alley. We both froze in our tracks when we saw the man’s body.
“I didn’t know the human body held that much blood.” I checked him… just in case.
“Look!” I held up the lanyard around his neck that displayed his photo from West Indies Research in Teague Bay.
“He’s dead. Let’s get out of here!”

We ran to the end of the alley and looked up and down the street. It seemed clear, so we crossed into the shadows to the other side. Celia’s heels clicked across the blacktop. We were both watching every moving vehicle, afraid that the van may return. We rushed up the hill to the restaurant and up the stairway to our apartment. It felt safe, and I locked the deadbolt on the door. We went to the balcony and slid the glass door open. I walked out and leaned on the railing looking back down the hill at the buildings we had just left. Celia hugged me from behind, as she leaned her head against my back and let the fresh wind clear her mind.
“I was so scared. I’ve never seen anything like that!” she said.
“Hey! The package!” I remembered.


Reality.

I have ate in the restaurant they just left, looked across the table to see my sailboat in Christiansted harbor, walked the streets at 9:00, and there is an alley with recessed doorways and rusty iron gates. I was just in St. Croix last month, and couldn’t find it?

The murder was actually on St. Thomas. Some men making a drug deal, thought that a tourist saw them, and shot and killed him to be sure. His tourist friend, told police that he had no idea why they shot him. They hadn’t seen anything.

I have grown up around wealthy people. That has enabled me to work for, and with them as I shaped my own life. At twenty-two years old, I helped build condos in St. Croix and managed the condo-accounts of 47 millionaires. They landed in their private jets, and I picked them up at customs. In my (Longue Duree series), you will find yourself saying, “Nooooo! No one would do that.” But I was there. Wait until I release “Insomniacs” It’s a crazy world.

In Longue Duree 1, I have had readers question the period of time between Celia’s husband’s death, and the time she makes love with Louis.

(My 2 part answer)

First, when two people are alone on a sailboat for months, or even weeks, there is a bond that forms. You depend on each other to stay alive. When you are in the middle of an ocean, with nothing to do but stay on course, and read a book, your mind strays in the having sex direction. (I am an experienced sailor)

Second, and this is not in the book. Celia was very smart and manipulative. Later in the book, when Louis met Celia’s sisters, this was made clear to him. The possibility exists that when Celia found out that her husband was spending time with his secretary in Switzerland, that she planned an exit strategy that included his death, and  horny Louis, fell victim to a beautiful redhead with a custom built sailboat. (It works!)

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Author finds his religious answer in YouTube music video. Longue Durée

I found today that the emotion that drives my writing, and my confusion, is anger.

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Book author cracks his own

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I was just watching a fantastic video by a musician named Hozier on u-Tube. In his song (Take me to Church) he expresses his frustration with organized religion, and sees his woman as his new church. He says he feels closest to God while having sex. He sings of worship, sacrifice, and amen! As I listened to the words, I suddenly had clarity of my own situation.

I just finished a three-book set called Longue Durée. Through all three books, the main character Louis Bautista doesn’t hide his resentment for organized religion. Things he does, things he allows, and things that he instigates, make it clear that Louis has an inner battle with a bigger power. In book three, Louis is married to a girl that is very religious, and they, after other failed marriages, succeed in becoming parents. By this time, Louis has become very wealthy. Their son has become a research scientist, breaking all the rules of science and God. His wife tries to show him how he is angering God, and Louis, keeps funding his career to prove her wrong. This is just a back-story in the books, and not the main story.

Sometimes writing is a form of therapy. This one has been coming for many years.

Reality, takes more work then writing a book. From the time I was a child my parents pushed religion at me. It was burnt into my mind at an early age; therefore, I am still haunted by the teachings to this day. I spent years in classes, theology, ministry school, and even bible studies at home. I am not a person that blindly accepts something that will shape my life. Things have to be proved to me. I, for lack of a better word, graduated, and was qualified to be a minister. After years of study and research, I kept running into a barrier with each religion. I was not looking for a barrier. I wanted to believe. I do Believe! But, just as in my books, man’s greed and corruption can take the most beautiful gift, and corrupt it.

I grew up in the Bible Belt, Ohio, Indiana, Tennessee, and Kentucky. When you are deeply surrounded by the faith, it’s hard to see beyond the congregation. I moved out of the U.S., back into the U.S., and now live in Florida. I have been in many countries, islands, and oceans, with drastic financial ups and downs. When you get out of your little… space, the big picture gets clearer.

God and I communicate in prayer. Prayer is not for public display and when I pray, it is usually very personal. I must believe? I keep going to him.

I found today that the emotion that drives my writing, and my confusion, is anger. At first, I thought that for some reason I was angry at God, but that didn’t make sense. Hozier’s song, as out there as it is, showed me my problem. The anger is at man’s attempt to use God to manipulate the sheep. It’s never enough, I’m always guilty. I’m tired of feeling guilty. I tried to be a sheep. I can’t do it!

I have written twelve finished books, so far. The inner battle of the author shows in them all. Now that I realize I am doing this, perhaps I will change my style.

Longue Durée book 1, 2, and 3, do a fairly good personality profile of me. I was surprised! Only you will know that! Read book 1, and let me know what you think.

Longue Duree, extending life,

David B. Alexander

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