How to Enjoy a Fun Vacation on a Budget!
Does your job make you want to say, "Beam me up, Scotty?" Do you keep staring out your window, praying to see the Doctor's blue police box materializing on your front lawn to zip you away to new and old worlds? Would Chewbacca and Han Solo's faces appearing at your door be a welcome sight? Then you don't need a mere vacation. You need an extraordinary vacation!
"But I don't have much money!" I hear you saying. "I can't afford to leave my pressing responsibilities behind." But what if I told you that you could take that extraordinary vacation, it wouldn't cost you more than a few dollars, and you'd physically never leave the house?
You guessed it. Your get away from the mundane world, to spend hours of glorious fun in another world, awaits you in an exciting book. Once you find yourself in another world, on an adventure like no other, your mind will be far away from your day-to-day world. You will literally be on vacation for less than $10.
Your mental health may depend on reading fiction books.
Reading fiction has been shown to:
- Bring new experiences to your life, as if you'd visited the places described.
- Stimulate your brain with new experiences and information, reducing memory loss and promoting growth.
- Increases blood flow to the brain.
- Introduces us to a broader set of experiences.
- Provides a real relaxing and stress-reducing break from daily life, enabling you to tackle your responsibilities with renewed energy.
Do you want to get away on a small budget? Reading an enjoyable book will do the trick. But where to start? There are certainly a lot of great books and authors out there. But I know the books you'll find here will provide the entertaining vacation you're looking for.
My name is R. L. Copple. I have written several fun science ficton and fanasy novels that will accomplish the above benefits. To start your vacation, visit my author store, or browse my published page, which includes samples and links to find them at Amazon and other online retailers.
Thank you for dropping by. Now, grab a copy and go enjoy your vacation. You deserve it!
Thu, 20 Mar 2014
Until then, I’m treating you to a special story. Back in 2007, I participated in a contest at Ray Gun Revival Magazine (no longer in operation). It had to be under 500 words and deal with “space monkeys.” I entered the following story, and ended up winning 3rd place. It also appeared in a special edition of the Ray Gun Radio podcast which is still available.
Sit back, relax, and enjoy the story!
I told headquarters their idea proved they had developed a case of monkey madness. Never give a monkey a man’s job. But did they listen? No. They trained and installed monkeys through the whole fleet. And now I’m sitting up in bed, a monkey holding a ray gun to my head.
“We’re taking over the ship,” the leader signed to me. “You’ve been holding out on us, and we want our due.” He bared his teeth. “Are you going to hand it over willingly, or shall we take it by force, Captain?”
I signed back, “How about a third option? You would get a lot further if you simply did your jobs.”
Hoots and howls arose among the group of monkeys filling my quarters. The leader stayed focused on me and smiled one of those cheesy monkey grins I’d seen on old TV shows. “We put up with those jobs so we could take over. Stupid humans didn’t see this coming.” He raised his head upward in a victory howl.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. You pulled one over on us.” Actually I hadn’t been totally blind to the possibility. “I’ll need to give the order.”
He swung his limp hand at the com panel. “Remember, we have a ray gun trained on you. One false word . . .”
I paged the kitchen. “Release the bananas.”
“Aye, Sir,” crackled back over the com.
“Truth be told, I have a few in my quarters.” I pointed at a locked storage door.
He nodded and jumped up and down. I opened the door and passed the bananas out. Hoots and monkey calls rang through the room. Soon they crammed the well preserved yellow delicacies into their mouths. Smacking noise vibrated through the room. Ten seconds ticked by before they all dropped dead in quick succession.
Food remains one of the most powerful weapons. In this case, the poisoned banana.
A call rang through the com. “Engineering, Sir. The monkeys are all dead, but we have a problem.”
“The navigation controls have been set to fly us into the nearest star.”
“Unset it then.” I felt impatient despite myself.
“Can’t. The master controls are in a room so small, only a monkey could access them. We would have to tear through the anti-matter bulkheads to override and change course.”
I pounded my fist on the desk. Blasted monkeys! I told headquarters the idea reeked. Especially monkeys designing ships, much less operating them. They’ve made monkeys of us all.