I read many books of almost all literary genres except science fiction and pornography. I usually read three or four books at a time. I almost do not leave home, my hobby is reading and writing. I also read books on computer graphics, software, new technologies, episodes of World War II, and so on.

I've read most of the books by Peter Drucker and Philip Kotler
I also really enjoy reading the books of a Brazilian author: Mario Pessoa.
They all teach many techniques.
There is a technique I have not read in any book: the technique of Ave Maria. The Church is wise. Note that when praying the Ave Maria we began praising Mary, she is very happy. Then we ask her to pray for us sinners ...

Computer and ereaders.

I was born in Rio de Janeiro in 1933. My father, born in 1898, was an admiral of the Brazilian navy and teacher of Portuguese. He was very demanding, but very loving. He had a lot of culture. My mother, also very loving, was a typical housewife, daughter of a doctor. He intended to study engineering in the United States, but during World War I his father, an owner of the German Mill, went bankrupt and died of grief because the English navy blocked the transportation of flour to Brazil. Then my father went to the navy. During World War II, he traveled several times escorting Brazilian merchant ships to the Antilles Sea, just like merchant ships were escorted by the US Navy. My mother and my brothers suffered greatly because the German submarines had torpedoed many Brazilian merchant ships. My father was the most formal and well-mannered man I've ever met. He read a lot, wrote very well and demanded that the children also read a lot. One of my brothers is an engineer and the other is an economist.

My desk is large. It has about 100 x 80". On it are my desktop, two printers, scanner, a 30" TV monitor, keyboard, cell phone handset, ereader, conventional earphone, and sound box to hear things attached to emails. I do not listen to music as I write or read, but sometimes I hear Lili Marlene, Frank Sinatra and the three tenors. Around my desk many book shelves. In another room, many other books, 300 more or less.

Ever since I was a teenager. I love writing.
In Portuguese I write very easily.
If you ask me to write about the flight of the fly, I am able to write in Portuguese several pages.
In English it is more difficult because the grammatical structures are very different.
It's Shakespeare's fault!

Because my name is not Sidney Sheldon, Ken Follett, Cormac McCarthy, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Raymond Chandler, etc.

The motivation to write this story was so obvious that I even wonder why another writer did not write it before me?
Look closely: the presidents of two countries equipped with nuclear ICBM threaten each other. "The US should know that the button for nuclear weapons is on my table" / "I also have a nuclear button, but it is a lot bigger and more powerful one than his, and my button works!".
I can swear that in modern history there has never been anything like it.
Never Hitler threatened Churchill or threatened Stalin, Hiroito never threatened Roosevelt, never Eisenhover threatened to launch an atomic bomb on Hiroshima or Nagasaki, never a president tweeted anything.
They look like two teenagers playing fireworks or superheroes from comic books.
But they are more than characters because they are real, I see them every day on television threatening each other, with the aggravating fact that both have ICBM!
Hilarious and comic, or tragic?
Fire and fury! Oh my God!
Batman or The Joker?
Dick Tracy or The Trump (I’m sorry) The Tramp?
Mandrake or the Cobra?
This story is so obvious that until Jan 20, 2018, I was very worried that another writer would post a conspiracy similar to mine.
No one posted, alea jacta est, my book is on the road awaiting for the success!
Eureka!

To know that even after my journey to heaven, my work may remain alive for centuries, secularam.

Opening the window, giving me an odd opportunity despite being a foreign writer, treating me very seriously.

Reading the interviews of the authors, the summary of the books, the press releases, etc.

They mean more than I deserve.
Thank you very much.

I was teenager, i don't remember.

William Faulkner, William Styron, Clarice Lispector , Raymond Chandler, Fernando del Paso, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Cormac McCarthy, Henry Miller, Joyce Carol Oates, João Cândido de Carvalho, Leonardo Padura, Virginia Cowles, Sidney Sheldon, Ken Follett, to name just a few!

I open the window, I hear birdsong, I look at the blue sky of my tropical country, I see my pets (two rottwillers, Don and Princesa) (two cats, Tim-Tim and Kate), I smell coffee, bacon, the fried eggs, my wife and my kids kiss me, and my computer that I never turn off awaits me hoping I type another poetry. I'm very happy.

Reading, reading and reading.

The cover of my book has four graphic elements:
1-The name of the book causes the reader to associate it with a well-known public person.
2-The word assassination is very strong.
3-The Eagle, universal symbol of power, strength, authority, victory and spiritual protection.
4-The inverted White House represents an undesirable episode of relevant historical significance.

Initially, I design the master line of the plot. I start writing like I'm watching a movie. The characters are emerging naturally. I'm worried about not leaving lint. Synchronicity is critical not to let the main characters disappear. At the same time I'm collecting historical facts that can be embedded in story. I write down in a notebook words, phrases, things the press publishes so that everything can make sense. Many times I spend many hours to write a simple page. To write a book is to seek perfection. It's very difficult and tiring. But in every respect it is very gratifying. I love writing.

To name just a few:

In the book Fable, by Faulkner, the General said that that war can never be stopped because it is of the essence of human nature since atavic times. Infortunately, the history prove it.

Writed in Portuguese, O Coronel e o Lobisomem (The Colonel and the Werewolf), by João Cândido de Carvalho, is the book I have enjoyed most in my life. Written in an unusual and extremely creative language, it can hardly be translated into another language: "To win this battle, that he himself account, Ponciano faces enormous beasts, tries the bohemian life in the city, fights thieves, gets passionate anxious maidens and, finally, use all its cunning to disenchant hauntings. "

The Man Who Loved Dogs, by the Cuban writer Leonardo Padura, is a masterpiece that tells of an intense conspiracy devised by the communist regime to assassinate Leon Trotsky, in Mexico. The technique of narrative and the preparation of the murder are excellent.

The book The Phantom Major, by Virginia Cowles, is a fantastic and detailed account of the activities of small groups of English fighters who successfully sabotaged General Rommel's troops during the WWII Montgomery's Africa campaign. It's one of my bedside books.

Eye of the Needle, by Ken Follett, is a masterpiece of suspense, intrigue and dangerous machination of the human heart.

I had the encyclopedia "Treasure of Youth focused on young people and children, published initially in the 1920. It was part of the education of thousands of people". It was made up of 18 volumes including many stories. I read it every day. I am very old (84), I do not remember which was the one that most impacted me. They were wonderful!

The cover of my book "Ronald Crump: Assassination" has four graphic elements:
1-The name of the book causes the reader to associate it with a well-known public person.
2-The word assassination is very strong.
3-The Eagle, universal symbol of power, strength, authority, victory and spiritual protection.
4-The inverted White House represents an undesirable episode of relevant historical significance.
For the happiness of the free world she's still standing on her head!

I'm writing a story of suspense. I'll probably need another six months to complete it. I also intend to publish a book of poetry. They do very well for my soul. As I write them in Portuguese, I will only publish them in English if I convince myself that the translation reflects exactly my sentiment. In my book, the heroine asks: "Are You also a poet? "
The mastermind of the murder replied:
"I've written a poem or two... "
"Then, write one for me," Maureen asked.
He replied, "I don't just make poesy: It grows like flowers on the branches of inspiration! "
***
[It was due to this phrase that the CIA identified him. Excuse me, dear readers, I cannot now disclose anything else. Please read the book...]