Looking for one or more co-authors to contribute, critique, help publish a book

[peacecoast]

I am looking for one or more co-authors to contribute, critique, help publish and be the face of a potential book (Connecting the Covid-19 Dots).  Already more than 500 pages, it encompasses much of what I’ve learned from David Icke and Richard Willett’s work, and questions the history of the universe and past civilizations, religion, politics, science, health, education, and, well, everything.  It exposes the lies about climate change, gender issues, wars, fake pandemics, false flags, technocracy, digital IDs….every aspect of globalists’ attempts at total control.  It contains definitions ranging from scientism to the fraud of virology to kakistocracy to nudging to predictive programming to disaster capitalism to…on and on.  I hope it can become a textbook or reference book in the form of a timeline, with a huge section on “covid” and associated issues, and a section on solutions.  With 45 years of experience in public and alternative education as a special education teacher and language specialist, I’ve found that the general public has a short attention span, inadequate reading level, and disinterest in past and current events.  This book would provide short pieces of information, definitions, and links to books and online materials.  Please respond if you have writing/publishing experience and wish to document and question history, educate humanity, and encourage solutions.

[Jade]

Hi. I was gonna ask something similar about beta readers for an upper MG/YA fiction series I’m writing — different style to yours, but same intention: planting those little seeds of critical thinking.

I’m not a professional or anything, but I’ve got a BA in English & Media and an MA in Screenwriting, and I’ve done some work on spectatorship studies. So this might be helpful… or you might think I’m talking rubbish (hopefully not). The first thing I’d ask is: who are you actually trying to reach? Different people respond to different tones and levels of detail. For example, my readers are 10–14, so I have to sneak the ‘truth bombs’ in through story, humour, and character. If I preached facts at them, they’re gonna bin it — feels too much like school.

You mentioned wanting to reach people who struggle with concentration or aren’t into reading or current events. That’s great, because publishing (and most media) mainly targets the educated, urban, middle-class crowd. That leaves out a massive chunk of people — shop workers, tradesmen, drivers, care workers, etc. I don’t think they’re disinterested. It’s that books rarely reflect their language, humour, or worldview. A lot of writing also comes across as talking down to them, intellectually or morally. So you’d have to relay your message in a way that feels more entertaining, natural, and light-hearted (if this is the audience you’re talking about).

This is partly why Tommy Robinson-type voices have grown. Whatever you think of him (full of shit stooge or not), he sounds like a normal person and doesn’t mock working-class perspectives. There aren’t many people filling that gap, so people gravitate to the ones who do. So you have potential there to pitch in that kind of direction. 

Anyway, I’m rambling. But I do think you’ve got a good idea — the key now is figuring out which demographic you’re aiming for, so you can speak to them in a way they’ll actually engage with. There’s no one-size-fits-all approach, but it’s definitely worth exploring different ways of getting the message out there. There are plenty of open-minded people willing to question things — you just need to speak to them in their own language, so to speak. Easier said than done, I know, but I’m sure the outcome will be worth it 😀

[peacecoast]

Hi, Jade, thanks for communicating.  The current book is factual, a timeline of “history” with emphasis on the convid era and its tentacles.  It could be a textbook or reference book.  I would also like to write my memoirs now that I have a grandchild.  I’m the same age as David Icke, so I’ve lived through the decades of the Viet Nam war and peace movement, assassinations, women’s lib, hippies, the environmental movement….and I saw the Beatles in concert!  I travelled around China before it was westernized.  As a special education teacher, I witnessed the explosion of children with disabilities and chronic diseases corresponding to the expansion of poisonous injections.  I raised my sons vax-free, healthy and smart.  I admire your creativity, so if you are interested in co-authoring a young adult fictional memoir which weaves in accounts of historical events, please let me know.  I can provide the core content.

[Jade]

Oh wow. That sounds like a great idea for your grandchild. I like the idea of using a fictional character in place of yourself, feels very Bukowski like with the Hank Chinaski character. Allows you to write your life story without admitting culpability to any misdemeanours 😜

My nan wanted me to write her memoirs when she was dying (cancer). I knew she’d had a pretty colourful life, and as a child she’d suffered cruelty at the hands of nuns in some kind of care institution. But she was rambling that much about stuff I didn’t believe in at the time that I thought the meds had done something to her brain, so I brushed it off. She was talking about things she’d experienced such as criminal exploits (which I knew she had plenty), witchcraft, rituals, cults  etc—and had I have known then what I know now, regarding how the world actually works, I’d have actually listened. But as it was, I thought she was talking jibberish. I feel like such an idiot, it would’ve been illuminating to say the least.

You sound like you’ve had a lot of eye opening experiences throughout your life too. I love listening to how peoples experiences shape their perspective and world view.  Makes for great storytelling. I would be happy to help you in any form I could.

I don’t have professional book writing experience (I learned screenplay). However, I’ve outlined a 12 book series, nearly finished 1^st draft of 2^nd book, which is part of my 1^st trilogy about reptilian infiltration and mind control.  

I’ll post a chapter to give you the flavour as the description doesn’t sound MG/YA friendly at all, but I think I’ve made it work. It’s a bit rough atm though. No point trying to rewrite or edit until I complete the whole trilogy. But you can grasp my style….hopefully. 

 

[Jade]

Sorry if it’s a bit long for here. And if anyone else reads this and would be able to give feedback it’d be much appreciated. I really value peoples opinion on whether they think this has viability as a children’s book…or if you think it’s shite, say that too so I know if I need to up my game. I don’t get offended 👍

Chapter 3 – 

The classroom hummed under the strip lights. A poster of the solar system curled above the whiteboard, the colours so washed out it looked more like a load of dishwater circles than planets. Typical Carter — he’d leave it there until it fell off the wall on its own.

Jack Furey leaned back on his chair, balancing dangerously. He was twelve, tall for it, broad across the shoulders, already built like he belonged in the year above. Dark hair never sat right on his head. Brown eyes didn’t give much away. He wasn’t bad-looking.  A couple of girls said he looked “interesting”, but that usually changed five minutes after he opened his mouth. Fine by him.

“Science,” droned Mr Carter, tapping the sad-looking planets, “is the pursuit of truth. Facts. Evidence. Certainty. Unlike myths, stories, or—”
His gaze locked onto Jack.
“—conspiracies.”

Jack twirled his pen. Same Carter routine. The man thought reading the textbook in a monotone voice would magically make everyone trust him.

“Facts change though, don’t they Sir?” Jack said. “People used to say the Earth was flat. Or that cigarettes were good for you. So science isn’t truth — it’s just today’s best guess.”

A ripple of laughter skittered across the room. Jack didn’t smile. He wasn’t trying to be funny.

Carter’s mouth tightened. “Science isn’t a guessing game, Furey. It is proof. It is trust. You would do well to remember that.”

Jack dropped the chair legs forward with a bang and met his gaze. “And all I’m saying is — question everything. Especially people who tell you not to question anything.”

The room buzzed. A couple of girls whispered by the window. Emily — always posing like the world was her mirror — rolled her eyes.

“Here we go,” she sighed. “Jack’s Daily Doom Hour.”

Jack ignored her.

“It’s like the Titanic,” he said. “Everyone remembers the film and the love story — which, by the way, never happened — but nobody talks about the weird bits. Like how a bunch of important rich guys —who complained about government banks— all ended up on that ship at the same time and then — splash — gone. But sure. Total coincidence.”

Emily folded her arms. “It did happen. Or they wouldn’t have made a film about it.”

Jack stared at her. “Emily, they made films about talking penguins. That doesn’t make them real.”

Someone at the back couldn’t help a laugh.

“And the moon landings?” Jack continued. “Flag waving perfectly in space, no stars, no crater under the rocket. But yeah, science.”

“You watch too many weird videos,” Emily muttered.

Someone groaned. “He’s on one again.”

Jack pressed on.

“Think about history lessons. Half the big fights started because someone claimed someone else started it. Same as the playground. You shove someone, pretend they shoved you first, boom — instant excuse for chaos. People in charge use fancier words.”

That actually landed. A few kids nodded — you couldn’t survive Year Seven without learning the art of the fake shove.

“Whatever, Jack,” Emily said. “You’d argue black was white if it annoyed someone.”

Jack didn’t rise to it. He wasn’t after anyone’s approval.

Mr Carter cleared his throat sharply. “Furey. Perhaps you’d like to test your scientific theories after school,” he said. “In my classroom. With a mop.”

Jack let the silence stretch.
Then:
“Wow. Practical science. Finally.”

Laughter burst around them. Carter slammed the register shut.

Then the doorway darkened.

A man stood there — crisp suit, shiny shoes, expression carved out of ice. His eyes swept the room, paused on Jack, held.

Jack’s stomach dipped.

Principal Starmore. The ghost in the corridors. The replacement for Mr Goode. The one nobody had officially met yet.

“Just looking around,” Starmore said, voice calm and empty. “Continue.”

He walked on.

But something cold stayed behind.

“Who was that?” someone whispered.

“The new principal,” Carter replied quickly. “Expect… changes.”

Jack tapped his pen on the desk.

Behind him, whispers swirled.

“They said Goode jumped.”
“No, my mum reckons he had a heart attack.”
“In the middle of a storm?”

Jack spoke without looking up.
“Or maybe it wasn’t an accident. Window wide open, storm raging… bit convenient, don’t you think?”

Silence.
Then louder whispers.

Carter barked, too quickly, “Don’t be ridiculous! Tragic accident. Nothing more.”

But Jack saw it — Carter’s hand tightening around the marker. His eyes flicking — just once — toward the window Goode fell from.

Whatever Carter believed…
it wasn’t the official story.

And that was all Jack needed.

[peacecoast]

Jade, I wish I had your creative ability!  You tell a tale and provide a lesson without sounding preachy.  I hope we can connect further after the holidays.

 

[Jade]

That’s very kind of you thank you 😊And yes. brilliant. In the meantime, enjoy the festive period 

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