Connecticut, has within it many cities and towns of course like all the other states,yet, I have seen one of it’s cities slowly go downhill and still not recover since the 1960s. Waterbury, the Brass City they call it, has become a city of slums and unemployed people. A city bordering on, destruction in my opinion.

            I grew up in Waterbury for my first fourteen years of life, I was born in Saint Mary’s Hospital and lived in the north end projects called Broadview Acres at the time. It was and still is a project of brick building apartments filled with every race, and color you can think of. You learned back in the 1960s to get along with all or get the living shit beat out of you, plus you also learned to stand up for yourself. So it wasn’t all bad back then, but Lord knows the city has gone to the dumps since.

         The roads are falling apart, potholes destroy vehicles everyday as people try to survive and look for jobs. The factories are gone that made Waterbury the Brass City of America. There is no more, Anaconda, Timex, Chase Brass and Copper to employ the masses.  neighboring Naugatuck used to provide jobs for people too it is gone for all, as Uniroyal went, in the late 1970s.  Blue collar workers who once manned factories that created weapons and ammunition for our military are all gone too.  They now walk the streets homeless, begging for help with signs, saying, will work for food. It’s a sad city these days folks and no one is bothering to try to bring it all back.

                 Waterbury’s mayor have taken so much from it over the decades that the city has nothing left to fix it’s infrastructure and bring back jobs. They keep bring merchants and stores in, which ultimately close because the people have no money to purchase anything. It’s an endless cycle, that drives Waterbury deeper into a rut, these days. The drugs and alcohol problems in Waterbury alone might be one of the highest in the States period is examined close enough. No help is coming either, as the mayor gets richer, The Governor gets richer and the politicians of all parties do too. When will Waterbury, get a Mayor who can fix it and clean it up? When will Waterbury lower the taxes on companies that can build and employ people once again, the companies that left were taxes out and fined out. Too many regulations and taxes have killed the area period.

            As Waterbury, Connecticut, continues to slide deeper into the slum land of the world, people are leaving in flocks like birds  migrating to new areas where the jobs are, if they can. Leaving behind those who have no money or income or strength to get out by themselves. It’s a sad sight to watch as a person who grew up here. What used to be a proud city is now a city crumbling into pieces and falling into ruin, sad ya ask me.

 

 

If you write, you must have had a dream at sometime in your life. Or you had an event or problem you couldn’t solve. Or things didn’t work correctly for you so you remember it clearly and have to tell it

Do it on words people understand, don’t force a dictionary into their hands

Ya don’t have to do Sick and Jane but you do have to make it understandable for all to read.

I am learning myself that it will take a lot of time for me to get over 50 pages, or 50,000 words and it may never happen for me, but I can try.

Currently, I am working on a story, and I hope when I am done, it will be good enough to make a real book out of it. I shall see, and when I finish, I hope to find an editor and publisher for it. Time shall tell, and I shall dream.

I have wrestled with many decisions in my life, from the change in my childhood of how to behave and disappear, to my military endeavors over the 16 years and the decisions of what to do with my first marriage when it ended. The best thing to do about my daughters when my first marriage ended and what I felt proper for their safe keeping and growing up. It was the hardest decision I ever made, to leave them behind with their mother and grandmother and uncle, but my choices were few to none. I had no place to raise them in and no money to do it with, and I knew my ex-wife would raise them, I just didn’t know she would screw it up, which of course she did.

Now don’t misunderstand me, I love my daughters and always will till the day I die, but, my ex-wife used them to get revenge on me and that was sick.  she brainwashed my eldest into believing something that never happened and almost cost me twenty years of my life, by false accusations. The second daughter is selfish and a user of people, all she wants is money from me and calls me her ATM to friends and family, So, I have surrendered talking to her these days, after a confrontation on the phone with her husband.A man is limited by the courts on what he can do, or say about all of the above and I am sorry for that for my girls and for me.  For they will never understand, why I was gone and they will only understand what their mother and grandmother told them, that I abandoned them, that is bullshit. Yet, it is what they believe.  Maybe one day they will get it.

Onward and upward so to say, one day at a time is all one can do, with so many things in life to take care of and watch.My daughters and grandchildren are one part, the second is my second wife and her cancer and our daily life because of it. I take care of her all I can here at home, cleaning her and dressing her and feeding her and then transporting her to Doctors and tests. Plus I do all I can around the house to help her and myself live properly. It’s not easy, but life goes on. Each day is an adventure when you are not sure each day if your partner you love will wake up again. But life goes on anyway and the only one to mess with Mother Nature is Father Time so to say, and that has been one hell of a relationship in this world.God Bless all, for we have to keep going until we can not anymore for it is all we can do.

Will the Republicans react soon to President Trump’s plans and what he is doing with China,Germany and now Mexico?

61 years old is to me a life longer than I have ever expected to life, believe me. I survived many things.in my life, that others wouldn’t even.think of. I am not complaining OK just stating facts.

I always believed because of my lifestyle I would not make.it past forty. I think my decision to go military for all the time I could saved me  and made me a.better.person and.man. It helped me to mature and.slow down and think before acting. God Bless the Military for that.

Now, I sit patiently and.wait for my wife to takes shower, or to complete a doctor’s appointment for her cancer, and consider my self so lucky to have her. She supported everything I did from the day I met her. I will be here with her till the cancer takes her no matter what. I will always love her no matter what, even after she is gone.

Writing has become just fun for me and a way to relieve stress and tension and get out subjects I don’t discuss verbally, at times. relationships come in all forms and I have written about some of the ones in my life and others I have left out.

Other subjects include; romances, my daughter, and murder mysteries and just mysteries for younger folks. I did a How to one in my So, Ya Wanna Write Do ya!, I did some shorts, on my years in an institution and why I was there, such as The Chase and End, and The Children Center  of Hamden. Yet I am finding people don’t seem to read anymore or my work just isn’t good enough, which ever it is has slowed me down and basically began to discourage me in writing much more.

My latest one I did, I called Ms. Amazing’s Battle is all about my wife’s current fight with her cancer which has gone from breast cancer to bone cancer from 2006 to 2016, and how we are now on her third chemical concoction, and how we continue on to fight still.

While writing is a therapy for me and a pleasure to get it all off my shoulders and chest, I have also done books of poetry, two to be precise. Some Love poetry and some not, and all of my works can be found on my Amazon Kindle- Author’s Page-https://www.amazon.com/William-McCurrach/e/B00CQMGTSM/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

I have also tried memes to sell them and gifs, but I guess I am just not interesting enough to sell them or smart enough, so I also do this blog. Nothing works it seems to me, so I have ceased for now with all the writing and promoting of them and if they don’t sell I have no idea what to do next.

In closing today’s blog, I want to say this, I grew up in the 1960s and 1970s, times were different and so were people. Yesterday Mary Tyler Moore passed at 80 years old, sadly. Many of the legends and greats of entertainment have passed in the past few years, and it is a shame, for they not only acted and won awards they taught as they did. That was important to the generations of the 1960s and 70s, for it shaped many people and children back then. Good-Bye Mary Tyler Moore and May You Rest in Peace.

William M. McCurrach

 

 

We shall have to live with the choice of Donald Trump as President, and pay for the mistake so many Americans have made , by voting for him and so many Electors did too. In the end it is only for four years and any executive orders he signs to change things can be revoked by the next President. So we shall see just how much damage this man can do in four years.

As to my writing, well my decision to hold off releasing anything more to the public at this time is going to stick for a good long time i think. I must admit I am disappointed in the fact, my little stories do not sell, at all. I guess writing shorts, is for jack London only or Steinbeck ! Seems the only thing that may sell is my reputation period, going down the tubes. Sadly, I guess, I shall have to do what Donald Trump should and Hillary Clinton did, ya can’t win or lose and not believe it, right? Comes a time when one must accept the facts and surrender, or keep banging my head against a stone wall it seems for no reason, other than to write for my own pleasure.

Next subject, I am 61 years old today, and now officially have hit the years in life I thought I would never reach.  I am proud of my life so far, I have accomplished things and overcome things many may never do. First off, I have out lived both of my parents who died at 55 and 59 years old respectfully. I have paid off not one but two mortgages between the first and second marriages, I so far survived lung cancer, since 2012, when it was discovered in me. I have honorable discharges from The U.S. Army, U.S. Army national Guard, and three more from the United States Navy. I completed the only college degree, in my family , in 2007, in Hotel and Restaurant Management with the Honors of Alpha Beta Gamma and Phi Theta Gamma, and awards from the school too. Not bad for a man who just turned 61 huh?

I also have two daughters full grown, redheads, 4 grandchildren by them too, two girls and two boys, and two step-children twins by my second wife’s daughter. I think I did OK, if you ask me.  As to the future I know not what may be next, but I do know I am taking it one day at a time is all.

My wife’s cancer which has gone from breast cancer in 2006 to bone cancer in 2016 ten years later and her fight with it continues for us both. Each day she wakes up and survives is a blessing to me, and we share each day well with conversations and laughter and smiles. She is now 76 years old and I am 61, yes I married a woman 16 years my elder and have never regretted it.  I know I shall cry and miss her when the ultimate happens, but, I will never regret one second with her.

Ok  For today I shall leave you with links to my latest short stories and hope you have it in your hearts to try them for the cheap prices I have put them up for sale at on Amazon’s Kindle E-Books:

                      Thanks for reading my blog, and you can consider any purchases you may make of my books, a donation to my wife’s fight against cancer!

Thanks:

William M. McCurrach

Seems to me, President Trump is lost in saying there were 2 to 5 million illegal voters in the election. If he is smart he.will shut up and accept his win.  He just.has.to face the fact, Hillary is.more popular than he is and move on. Silly bastard.is being 100 percent stupid !.

Every  story I write or tell starts with a basic idea and grows from there, most of mine are about murder, mysteries or love and a few about child abuse and growing up.

They all seem to be a way for me to let out inner feelings and emotions trapped inside me, over time, in my life. And once I get them out into a story I usually relax and take a deep breath and move on, do other writers, I don’t know.

I do know I get frustrated, because people don’t read them much and I am not selling any it seems. Must be either my language, topic or the fact I am not a professional writer at all, but a disabled veteran just trying to do something for myself and my wife. Whatever the reason they don;t sell, I have tried to find a way to sell them believe me, I just think it’s time to surrender to the idea they won’t sell.

I will never be Doris Kearns Goodwin, Dan Brown, Robert Ludlum or Stephen King that is for sure, but at least I try and maybe one day someone will like what I wrote who knows when. I write because I need something to do as a disabled veteran and because I feel the need to tell stories and create them. That  is alI write for I hope that is understandable for all.

Shall I continue to write, even if they don’t sell, most likely I will for it is therapy for me and gives me something to do. But will I publish anything anymore I am beginning to doubt that one for I know as sure as I sit here no one reads them or cares.