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Title: Toe Up to 10K

Author: Steven Fujita

Publisher: BookBaby

Pages: 168

Genre: Self-Help

Format: Ebook

In June 2012, Steven Fujita went to the emergency room, and was diagnosed with meningitis. After four days of improvement, he was scheduled to be discharged when his condition worsened dramatically. His blood pressure, body temperature and sodium levels all became dangerously low. He started to lose consciousness. He was rushed to the Intensive Care Unit. He had suffered spinal cord damage at the T4 level. Upon regaining full consciousness, Fujita could not speak, eat, breathe independently, control bodily functions, nor move his legs.

“Once we understand what we have to go through, become resolved to see it through, and know we will survive, we feel our ordeal is not so bad,” Fujita writes. In this book, he takes the reader on a journey of recovery from a spinal cord injury. It is not only a journey of determination and hard work, but of positive attitude, of drawing inspiration, of gratitude towards those around him: his family, his friends, co-workers, and medical professionals.

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Steven Fujita was born in Los Angeles and raised in Torrance, California. He attended college in Washington, D.C., and currently lives in Long Beach, California.

Listen to Steven Fujita’s interview on the Book Club with John Austin, which aired November 2, 2010, about his novella, Sword of the Undead, a re-telling of Bram Stoker’s vampire novel, Dracula.

His other book, $10 a Day Towards $1,000,000, is available on Kindle. This book promotes the idea of using time and savings to build wealth.

His new book, Toe Up to 10K, was released in September 2014. This book chronicles his recovery from spinal cord injury he sustained in 2012.

Visit his website at: www.stevenfujitaauthor.com

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Title: The Darkest Side of Saturn

Author: Tony Taylor

Publisher: iUniverse

Pages: 492

Genre: Science Fiction

Format: Ebook

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It’s 1997 at a mountaintop observatory in Southern California where spacecraft navigator Harris Mitchel and astronomer Diana Muse-Jones discover a dangerous asteroid which may hit the earth within two decades. As the asteroid tumbles through space towards an uncertain impact, Harris and Diana fight bitterly over how to announce their discovery. When Harris goes public to a skeptical world—at the cost of his and Diana’s careers—he sends their already turbulent relationship into a blaze of conflicting passions. As his notoriety builds, a fanatical preacher and his unhinged followers stalk him while an obnoxious radio personality provides disruptive help. Harris becomes an unwilling Pied Piper for his own overzealous followers hungry for belief and eager for guidance into an uncertain and tumultuous future. In this science fiction drama the characters battle each other in contests of Damn your world view! against a background of hard science, religion, romance, metaphysical speculation, and the forces of nature versus human passions and dreams. Meanwhile an asteroid hurtles through the solar system and global salvation or disaster hangs in the balance. “A courageous and visionary work … an instant classic.” —BlueInk Reviews




Thanks very much for the opportunity to participate in your
blog. I appreciate the effort and hard work you put into this site.
About Some Things Asteroidal
The Darkest Side of
is, among other things, an asteroid story—an astronomer and an
engineer co-discover a two mile wide asteroid that might or might not hit the Earth
in 16 years. Their conundrum (besides the potentially illicit affair between
them that the asteroid exacerbates)  is
how to announce it without making jackasses of themselves.
Since the story is about a fictional dangerous asteroid, and
since we know that real asteroids present the Earth with problems now and then,
I’ll say a little about them here. If you want to either put your mind at ease
or scare the b’Jesus out of yourself—depending on how paranoid you are—read on.
Do we need to worry
about an asteroid collision?
In a word—NO.  It’s not something you need to lose sleep
over. If you allow a few more words, it’s a very low probability but very high
consequence event. It’s like that old fighter pilot’s saying about flying: “99%
boredom, 1% stark terror,” except for large asteroids it’s more like 99.999…
(and a lot more digits) boredom, and a teeny tiny little bit of really stark terror.
If a two mile wide asteroid like the one in the book hit,
the explosion would be like detonating the whole world’s nuclear arsenal,
except nearly a hundred times larger. It would likely induce “asteroid winter”,
causing crop failures and 100 times more deaths than from the direct blast
alone. Hundreds of millions—maybe even billions of people—including you and
everyone you know—could die of starvation and wars because of the collapse of
So, it’s not likely to happen, particularly in the short
term, but over the long term the odds go up. If we wait long enough, we will be hit, the question is whether
it’s in tens of years, or thousands, or millions, or longer. For the big ones,
it’s millions, like the six mile wide asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. But
then, that was 65 million years ago. Are we overdue? To paraphrase Ray
Bradbury, “Does something wicked this way come?”
Regardless, if we find one with our name on it in the short
term, small or large, we better do something about it. That brings up the next
If an asteroid impact is predicted, what could we do and how much time
would we need?
We’d need lots of lead time. It
takes a few years to build and launch a spacecraft and a few more years to get
there and do something. For some asteroids, like Bennu (500m wide), we already
know the risk more than 150 years out. It’s about a 1:1000 probability of
impact in the last part of the 22nd century. We won’t have to worry about it,
but the children of our great-great-great grandchildren might.
Others might pop up with less
warning. If it were a really big one, say over a kilometer diameter, we’d
probably need at least 15–20 years to do something about it—even earlier would
be better. We’d want to deflect it. We’d want to send a spacecraft out, or
maybe even a fleet of spacecraft to nudge it a little bit. Not much, just a few
millimeters per second. That’s enough, over a decade or more, to cause it to
One way to nudge it is the old tried and true method of the
movies— nuke it! But nuke it very carefully! Some asteroids turn out to
be rubble piles of rocks barely held together by weak gravity. If you’re not
careful, you could turn what would have been a rifle shot into a shotgun blast
and be worse off than before. Nuke it, but a little distance away so that it
vaporizes some of the surface rather than blasting it apart, and the reaction
drives it in the opposite direction.
If it’s smaller, say around 100
meters wide like the Tunguska asteroid of 1908 that leveled most of a thousand
square miles of Siberian forest, we might do with a little less warning time to
mount a mission with nuclear devices, or we could do other things if we had
more time, like hit it with a massive spacecraft going as fast as we could make
it go. That would be like the Deep Impact spacecraft that we deliberately drove
into Comet Tempel 1 in 2005. You might need to hit it with more than one to get
it moving enough.
If it were still smaller—like the
20 meter asteroid that exploded over Chelyabinsk, Russia last year (generating
an explosion 25 times the Hiroshima atomic bomb)—and we had plenty of time,
there are other methods like zapping it with lasers from a fleet of spacecraft
to vaporize surface material and depend on the reaction to nudge it. Or we
could even hover a spacecraft nearby and use the mutual gravitational
attraction to pull it, like a gravity tractor but a very weak one.
If you want more information about asteroids, I suggest
Googling names like “Asteroid impact” or “Asteroid deflection,” or going to
Wikipedia for the same topics. There’s also the NASA Near Earth Object Program
web site at neo.jpl.nasa.gov that
has great detail on potentially hazardous asteroids, but maybe too technical
for some.
One last thought:
Why should I read The Darkest Side of Saturn: Odyssey of a
Reluctant Prophet of Doom?
Why wouldn’t you if you want to know the fate of the
universe, the meaning of life, and the answers to other religious,
philosophical, and metaphysical questions, all of them asked and answered in an
alternate universe? That’s not even to mention the illicit romance between
Harris and Diana, the co-discoverers of asteroid Babylym, and the ballet thrown
in for added entertainment. You know, all those things like asteroids,
religion, sex, metaphysics and dancing that just naturally go together.


Tony Taylor spent a long career navigating NASA spacecraft—including Voyager, Cassini, Mars Polar Lander, Galileo, and MESSENGER—to every planet in the solar system. He graduated from the United States Air Force Academy and earned an MS in physics from the University of Arizona. Tony and his wife, Jan, live in Sedona, Arizona.

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“No,” he answered with painful honesty, “none of us do. But here’s what I do know. Your blood pressure has been steadily dropping despite experiencing stressers like the interview DHS conducted. Your body temperature is dropping. Your pupils are dilating slower than normal. You were complaining to the agents that they were talking too fast, and you’ve been describing your vision as blurry. As strange as it may sound, I believe this drug you were injected with slows the human body down considerably, and it does so on a subcellular level. I’ve never heard of such a drug before, and it doesn’t match anything Innovo Pharmaceutical research disclosed to us.
“Despite the fact that we can’t isolate the drug from any blood or tissue samples, we’re moving forward with the theory that these rogue doctors developed a drug that slows down cellular activity and—for whatever reason—they injected you with that drug.”
His voice sounded faster than normal. All of theirs were. They didn’t have the high-pitched fast-forward quality you might expect to hear when things speed up, but they sounded muffled, like I was listening to their words through a blanket. I rubbed my blurring eyes as the room seemed to pitch to a five-degree angle—just slightly off-kilter. The moment reminded me of a time from my youth when I’d had an inner ear infection. We were living in the hurricane shelters in Texas, and I remember stumbling around the house, bumping into walls and doors. Now, even though I was strung to the hospital bed with a dozen electrodes, I just knew that one step would have me toppling.
“Daddy!” Bella’s cute little voice pierced the air as she rushed past the doctor and nurses and everyone else in the room with blind enthusiasm. Seven years old and oblivious to everything except wanting her father. It was only when she grabbed my arms and got close that she realized my body was drizzled with wires. “Daddy, what is all this stuff?”
Miranda and Amara followed with a hospital worker in tow. Franciscus snapped at the worker that my family needed to leave, and the next few seconds were a buzz of everyone talking over each other.
“—they can’t be in here right now.”
“Martin, are you okay?”
“—isn’t the best time—”
“—going on with my husband?”
“—not going to tell you again to get them out of—”
“Nurse, check those connections to make sure it is reading right—”
“—let go of my daughter!”
Nurses and a new doctor quick-stepped past my family and the agents. One woman was talking to another so rapidly I couldn’t even make out what she was saying. The world turned about fifteen degrees sideways, and instinctively my hand reached for the railing. The air felt hot as nausea swelled, and I took a deep breath to keep from dry heaving.
Bella yanked on my fingers. “Daddy, can you take me to the vending machines?”
Amara snapped at her little sister. “Stupid, how is he going to take you anywhere! He’s in a bed!”
“Ma’am, we’re going to need you and your children to step out—” Agent Franciscus raised his voice.
I closed my eyes to gain my composure. They were moving and walking and talking as if I were watching a surveillance video through my own eyes.
“Hi, Daddy, how are you hey you look funny are you playing around Daddy stop playing around Momma Momma Daddy is acting weird!”
Bella’s sentences were all blended together, and before I could respond she was being pulled from the room by my wife. I blinked hard and flapped my eyelids to keep them from stinging and—hopefully—to clear my head. I tried yawning to pop my ears, thinking perhaps they were clogged. A second later Dave stood by the bedside, shaking my arm.
“Martin Martin are you okay can you hear me what’s wrong Buddy you’re not looking so hot can you please just say—” Dave was talking as if on fast-forward, his words riding one upon another.
“Slow down,” I started to say, trying to cut through their rapid speech and the concern on their faces. “I feel very strange—”
The nurse cut me off. My voice sounded raspy in my own head, and low-toned.
“Martin why are you talking so slow do you understand what I am saying?”
“Yeah, but you can’t talk so fast—”
“I need you to tell me what you’re feeling right now.”
I tried to get a word in edgewise. “I’m trying to answer, if you would let me—”
Amara had been standing in the doorway, watching the chaos from a distance after being yanked into the hallway by somebody on the staff. She ran back into the room with the hospital worker chasing after her. “Daddy why are you talking like that are you fooling around you’re fooling right come on Daddy tell the truth you are playing right you are pretending right Daddy?”
“No, sweetie, I’m not. I don’t—” I couldn’t even finish one sentence as the girls kept talking over me. The woman grabbed Amara with both hands and pulled her kicking and screaming from the room, her face flushed with anger as they rapidly sank backward toward the hallway. “Let go of my kid!” I tried to yell, but the command stalled in my throat and sputtered out like a whisper.
“We’vegottotransporthimtothelabrightnow . . .”
The room became a swirl of battered sentences strung together and overlapping. The doctors and nurses took the foreground, asking me questions, never waiting long enough for me to answer. For split seconds I could catch the movement behind them. Miranda was holding onto Amara now, dragging her from view. The hospital worker was bent over the crying face of Bella.
“. . . thereisnosignofastrokewe’veplacedacalltoLangleyyesIunderstand . . .”
“. . . sealoffthisareafromvisitors . . .”
“. . . goingtoneedtotransporthim . . .”
Life turned sideways as they wheeled my gurney from the room and raced to the rooftop. Tears were building in my eyes again. I had to resign myself to quick glimpses of the world as I shut my lids and peeked from behind them when something caught my ear or moved me enough to rouse my curiosity.
By the time they got me into the medivac helicopter, I finally understood what Bruchmuller had injected me with. Those four syringes were the culmination of what these doctors had been researching. The world wasn’t speeding up; I was slowing down.
I had become the rat.
Would you ever travel forward in time if you knew it was a one-way trip? Mr. Martin James has no such desire, but after being injected with a mysterious drug against his will, Martin hurtles through the years. This cruel twist of fate forces him to watch his children grow up and his wife grow old in a matter of days. Only an elusive group of scientists have the ability to stop his nightmarish journey; the very people who injected him in the first place. And while Martin James hopes to find a cure before everyone he loves is gone, others are uncertain if his journey can be stopped at all.
W. Lawrence weaves a future history filled with the best and worst of humanity, highlights the blessings and curses of technology, and pushes the limits of faith and hopelessness. Above all, Syncing Forward is a tale of one man’s love for his family, and their devotion to saving him from being lost forever.
Where to purchase Syncing Forward
The Author
W. Lawrence’s Website / Twitter Facebook  / Goodreads
W Lawrence was born in San Francisco, California, and moved two dozen times before settling in Pennsylvania with his extraordinarily patient wife and two precocious daughters. He wants a boy dog. He works in the world of corporate security as an investigator and professional interviewer/interrogator.

Lawrence is obsessed with 5K zombie runs, comes home empty-handed from hunting turkeys, and loves non-fiction books about pirates. He has no problem reconciling that his two favorite shows are Downton Abbey and The Walking Dead.



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