new title, new genre, and new FREE promotion

I recently finished a project that has been wanting to be written for some time. Yeah, couldn’t stop myself unfortunately. Though some probably thought an intervention was necessary to stop me. But, that did NOT happen.

So, My Thoughts About Random Nonsense: A Non-fictionalized Guide to Positive Existing is ready to be read! I think of it as a companion guide to my first book My Life As A Retail Pharmacist: A Fictionalized Memoir. I had the Yin and now I have the Yang. I am finally complete. Even though the two books  couldn’t be more different, each is worth the read.

To celebrate, I have decided to complete this trifecta of craziness with a FREE promotion today only!

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I was having issues uploading My Thoughts About Random Nonsense to my widget panel. It’s a personal problem. I’m adapting; it’s all good.

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As always, thanks for reading!

My Thoughts About Random Nonsense: A Non-fictionalized Guide to Positive Existing

Merriam-Webster just added, like, 690 new words recently. And I wondered if positive existing would be one of them. But it wasn’t. The words appear separately, of course, but not as a concept like positive thinking.  Since that is what this nonsense was all about in all its randomness, ….

 

That is the beginning of the end, so to speak—the opening to the conclusion of this book. Yet, it also exemplifies my unorthodox approach to presenting how to positively exist.

The self-help/motivational genre is flooded with some really evidence-based books written by some really smart people. Well, there ain’t nothing factual about this book. And I ain’t that intelligent—the only letters after my name are RPh.  

But I’ve survived. And continue to do so despite the is-what-it-is circumstances that riddle everyday existence. It’s been a struggle, let me tell ya’. However, I have collected an arsenal of ways to deal with the been-there-done-that’s in this game called life. 

The book opens with a brief introduction where I openly proclaim I lack the educational credentials to be a self-help author. But, like everyone else, I have found ways to function, often quite positively. And I figured I had something to say that might help others do the same. That is what the remainder of the book details: My thoughts about random nonsense.

 

Back in 2012, I released My Life as a Retail Pharmacist: A Fictionalized Memoir. Over the course of that story, my charmed reality spirals out of control. A minor misunderstanding with a customer escalates in ways only fiction can detail. 

Since 2019, a series of unfortunate events happened that yielded the potential for another downward spiral. These were real life situations that only nonfiction can produce, though—none of which were minor.

This book was inspired by both counts: A earnest attempt to remain positive amidst the challenges.  

It’s often said that life imitates art.

In this case, that art is both fiction and nonfiction.

In my case, it’s an interesting read either way.

Five star review for 265 Linn

5.0 out of 5 stars

 

Life is full of chances taken, roads not followed and detours that can derail what we thought our lives would be. Follow the residents of 265 LINN as their temporary home becomes a springboard to self-discovery, life’s adventures and learning to go with the flow, or if the path less taken is what one desires, to have the courage to forge forward with renewed strength.

Robert Bradshaw may not be a household name in the world of independent authors, but he deserves to be as he can tell a story that is as entertaining as it is relatable in the scheme of life or the life we live sometimes in our minds, thoughts, dreams.

A group of friends are all invited to share a life changing experience with a wealthy friend who is generous to a fault. To call them a band of misfits is the perfect description as they take their scrambled lives to a new state, new experiences and an opportunity for a direction do-over.

Pleasantly surprising at how highly entertaining and quirky this one can be, there is a love story, a new understanding between family members, the courage to boldly go into unchartered territories and secrets revealed.

I loved each character, they were flawed, human, far from what their stations in life would label them to be and the vulnerability was off the charts! In a perfect world we would all have secret pillars of strength to lean on, someone to give us the tools to “fix” what needs to be fixed and a seemingly endless pot of gold to do it with, if necessary.

A fun read that kept me reading, often smiling and feeling like I was part of this story or least wanting to be! We all need an escape from life, to come back to reality feeling good is the icing on the cake! Robert Bradshaw has given a place to go to and the address is 265 LINN!

265 Linn – cover artwork by Jack Rutkowski

265 Linn synopsis

               John David Smith is the self-proclaimed king of the Chicago business world. He has good reason to assume these accolades—he manages the most successful boutique investment firm in the world. Consequently, attaining such lofty status reaps its share of unforeseen calamities. Margaret Connors, J.D. Smith’s admin assistant, helps the best she can to control such damage. Unfortunately, she causes more than her fair share.

               Steven Porter, Pharm-D has just received a horrific blow to his already bent ego—the last in a long line of rejections: He was callously downsized from his corporate pharmaceutical position. So, Steve decides to follow his best friend John David back to Iowa to finish his MBA internship. When his wife accepts an overseas work assignment, his attempt to reclaim his life fails. Miserably. Change is always difficult—at age fifty-two, it definitely requires intervention.

               Captain Dependable Dan Brady has had his share of tragedy over his thirty-five years. His older brother James, John David’s college friend, died when Dan was young. Then, his wife, Abbie, succumbed to her long battle with cancer. Heeding advice from his mother, Dan decides to take advantage of being an Army veteran and attend college.

               When circumstances offer the opportunity for each college-bound enrollee to navigate their own crossroad, their paths collide head on. Worst of all, John David’s son, Max, is coerced to live his senior year of college with his father and this newly formed band of misfits.

               As with any new school year, an orientation introduces each main character, allowing insight into how they arrived at The Little House. Then, the real story begins. Over the course of two semesters, the events unfold like a playlist; highlighted song lyrics shape each chapter. Graduation forces them to go their separate ways. Fortunately, the now and forever bonds forged during their time together will never be broken.

Follow the characters as they deal with the past, present, and future of this once in a lifetime chance to regain control of their flawed realities.

               Welcome to 265 Linn—the walls don’t talk, but there is a story to be told!

Loveuary is in the air

Yep! February is all about love. That IS why Hallmark dubbed it—loveuary!

Here at adamthomasrph.com, we’s gots the love, baby! Well, in FREE love story downloads, that is.

Granted, the Free-for-all ALL for FREE is today and NOT Valentine’s Day. I decided to get a jump on the holiday and promote early.

The drill is the same: click on a jacket icon and download the title.

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Even though My … Fictionalized Memoir is NOT a love story. I couldn’t NOT included it! Because, like, I love that story and it’s, like, My Life!

 

 

The adamthomasrph.com Christmas tradition

“It’s that time of year, when … .

… I post about challenged AND struggling. Christmas Carols. If this was about people that would be an everyday occurrence, of course. But I’m not. Instead, I am highlighting those treasured classics that will always be a blog tradition.

  1. Schizophrenia — Do You Hear What I Hear?
  2. Multiple Personality Disorder — We Three Kings Disoriented Are
  3. Dementia —I Think I’ll Be Home for Christmas
  4. Narcissistic — Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
  5. Manic — Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and . . .
  6. Paranoid — Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me
  7. Borderline Personality Disorder — Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire
  8. Personality Disorder — You Better Watch Out, I’m Gonna Cry, I’m Gonna Pout, Maybe I’ll Tell You Why
  9. Attention Deficit Disorder — Silent Night, Holy OOOOOOOOh look at the Froggy, can I have chocolate, why is France so far away?
  10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder — Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bell …

Ho – Ho – Ho Merry Christmas!

revisiting an SNL Thanksgiving classic

Last year I decided to shake up the Thanksgiving Adele post by adding another similarly themed video.  Hello – bad idea. (pun/reference totally intended) . This year, I decided NOT to mess with tradition.  Besides, it’s really funny.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanks, Adele!

the key

Quite some time ago, I was fortunate to listen to a little ditty about an actual key. Oh, Jack and Diane had nothing to do with that ditty either. Apparently, the storyteller found a random key around his house. Since he had no idea what the key unlocked, he tagged the key and placed it in a familiar location just in case he remembered After a year, he came upon the key again and realized he still had no clue of its purpose. So, he threw the key in the garbage. If he didn’t need the key in an entire year, he ain’t gonna need it in the next ten, eh?!

I was both amused and intrigued by the tale. So much so, I decided to use this concept when housekeeping. I have never been much of a pack-rack. As far as I am concerned, either recycle or just throw the damn thing away – if it doesn’t have a purpose I don’t have a reason to keep it.

Fast-forward to present day.

I recently purchased an older car. When the previous owner handed over the key to the vehicle, he said he had misplaced the spare. Since I would be the only driver, this wasn’t that big of a deal. However, every so often I would have a panic attack about either losing the key or, worse, locking it in the car. I queried the dealer about a replacement. Not to my surprise. a new key for my old car was approximately $273 plus $150 to program the key.

A bit rich for my car-ry ass.

The seller told me he would keep looking. Silly as it may sound, I believed him. In the height of a recent attack, I messaged him again. It had been a minute, so it was warranted. Much to my dismay, it remained lost. Ugh! I went back to the dealer to see what options existed. To my surprise there were a few.  And, it confused the shit out of me. The original price was for a key, the fob/remote control, engine sensor, and the programming. All this for a 2007! Ugh, Ugh!! Thankfully, all these things could be acquired separately AND much cheaper. Unfortunately, I am not a gear head. I was completely overwhelmed with his explanation. Don’t throw me any shade, okay!? For something as simple as a replacement key, it was  anything but. In his vast expertise, Mr. worker dude was done with me and my ignorance as much as I was done with him and his explanation. Ugh, Ugh Ugh!

Finally, he suggested a valet key. All that will do is open and lock the door manually which would definitely curb some panic. More importantly, I can upgrade at any time.  He would just need the car AT the dealership to program it accordingly. (insert: guttural noise of frustrated disappointment)

For now though,  I am content with my decision. I guess I will just unlock that door if and when something happens.

Then again, maybe lock not.

 

welcome Autumn

A poem written by my wonderful mother –

Welcome Autumn
The hot summer winds have whispered  goodbye.
I greet this new season with a welcoming sigh.

Orange golden hues; the rusts and the reds,
such beautiful colors leave little unsaid.

The falling leaves rustle ‘neath my feet.
A colorful quilt, covering yards and street.

These autumn months give me time to prepare,
my heart and my mind for winter’s fare.

An album by a cool pianist –

George Winston – Autumn

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