Many people enjoy life in the city. I prefer a more rural setting. I consider myself blessed to sit in my writer’s room, stare out the window, reveling in God’s creation. It’s amazing how much joy something as simple as a tree can bring, especially when we find ourselves taking them for granted.
Have you ever paid attention to the seemly millions of tiny insects that abound during the summer months? Imagine the creation of the tiny digestive tracts and nervous systems necessary for the survival of each of these tiny creatures. It takes very little thought to bring this concept to beyond mind-boggling.
Of course, you see this time and time again throughout the world we live. So, the next time you step outside and raise a hand (which we will all inevitably do) to swat that biting insect, briefly remember the miracle of creation before you smash the little blood sucker to smithereens.
I am often asked why I became a writer. In response, many factors come into play. As a career easily fallen into as an option, in my case, it was something I earnestly worked to accomplish. On many websites that include my bio, you see written a story of a man’s diagnosis with Multiple Sclerosis, his loss of employment two months prior, and his ultimate break into the publishing industry with his first novel, Rising Tide. Since that first b00k, I’ve written three more, all following the same genre of science fiction, fantasy and action adventure through a Christian perspective.
In addition to novels, I also enjoy writing blogs and short stories.My ideas are often driven by daily events, things I see in nature or I may go down any path my imagination decides to lead me. I love to write and enjoy the challenges of bringing a novel from conception, working with my publisher through the editing process, doing rewrites and reading the book many times before taking it to print.
For the future, I have just completed a standalone science fiction novel, tentatively named, Dalon Con, The Essence of Time. It is in the process of being edited and undergoing rewrites and revisions. It will be the first time I have delved into the world of temporal travel. Once editing is complete, it will move on to the publishing stage.
The fourth novel in the Rising Tide series is a third complete. As of yet named, it continues to push through an immoral world of lawlessness lead by an evil that possesses intelligence. Jump into the fray with Ben and Eve and follow these warriors as they attempt to beat back the evil that has enveloped their world and attempts to overtake the good that remains.
On the last Monday of each May, we celebrate Memorial Day. We take this day to honor those who have served in our armed forces and given their lives in the defense of this country. I personally salute and give a heartfelt “Thank You” to those who have given their all, so that I may live with the freedoms I enjoy today. This holiday has been observed since the end of the Civil War when it was called Decorations Day. God Bless those who have taken up the cause of freedom for this great nation and their families who have offered a great sacrifice for our home, the United States of America!
Have you ever been on a “sickation” where time was spent recuperating in the hospital? I was fortunate growing up living my young adult life and into my middle age with not so much as a single night spent in a medical facility. . . purdy good, huh? Well, all things come to an end whether they be good or bad.
My first trip to the infirmary came by way of pneumonia. Now, it’s amazing what your mind will conjure up when your body is in a stressful situation. Have you ever heard of ICU psychosis? If not, please allow me to explain the joys of this psychotic condition.
My first stay in a hospital with pneumonia was fraught with wonderful little episodes of ICU psychosis. I will give you a few examples (of which there are many) in an attempt to explain this little slice of heaven.
We moved to a different part of the hospital. I will put my demented spin on what I saw…in the area we occupied, I was staying in a brick home. Within this home sat a silicone dinosaur. I had parked my butt on the back of this large reptilian. My new friend, the dinosaur was slowly absorbing me. At one point, I found myself lying across a toolbox that was mounted to my Nissan pickup.
Imagine arguing with your spouse about moving from something that does not exist (i.e. toolbox). Somethings cannot be done and having to ramble with a lunatic in a hospital ward concerning one of these possibilities is outside the realm of creative thinking.
But, all in all, hospital stays are hard on the patient and the family. Especially, my spouse and loving wife, who never leaves my side throughout the entire stay. God has blessed me in so many different ways and one of those being a wife who is always there for me.
One thing I can always be assured is no lack of material for my novels and the medical miracles that enhance our lives each day we spend on this planet.
Thanks for tuning in and I’ll send out another offering next week.
Any idea of how many types of crystals are growing around us? . . . And yes, I mean growing. For many of the crystalline varieties are edible, and even necessary for good health, i.e. salt and on the other end of the spectrum, sugar.
If you equate the number of stories available as a resource, this would easily keep the average writer going through multiple careers, especially with crystals that never stop growing.
Many new story lines would present themselves allowing the author to expand upon the overall story, even as he writes about the daily conditions within his ever-changing world.
I’ll have to admit this would throw a monkey wrench in the way we write now, but take a few minutes to ponder this notion, wouldn’t this produce a provocative, thought bending way to approach the written word? . . . Just saying. Although I don’t believe it would work for me.
The seasons change as they are wanton to do and in any season there are likes and dislikes prevalent throughout.
Take winter for instance, there are quite a few examples of places inundated with many feet of snow. I know what havoc a quarter inch of ice can wreak on an infrastructure. Imagine as much as ten inches of frozen water laying waste to parts of Canada. This actually happened in 1998 as a storm destroyed the large steel wire carriers mangling them into heaps of rubbish on the ground.
Summer shares its bountiful rainfall, many times beginning in the spring. Often times unimaginable amounts of water inundate settlements and cities alike as summer forces its way through.
Small but devastating vortexes, with winds up to three hundred MPH (known as tornadoes) rip man’s puny creations to the earth.
Finally, one of the most powerful weather systems waits until this time of the year to rear its ugly head- “The Hurricane.” This monster can be powered by winds well over one hundred fifty-seven MPH. It can produce a storm surge (i.e., a wall of water) better than twenty feet high and sized larger than three hundred miles in diameter that precedes the winds and often is more deadly than the hurricane force winds. Your safest bet caught within this behemoth, are five words… follow the yellow brick road.
I’ve always had a knack for retaining arbitrary knowledge. Most people would refer to this as trivia. I call it, UselessInformation. It can be impressive to pull out an obscure piece of data related to whatever you may be conversing about at the time, but it’s still just Useless Information.
On the other side of the spectrum, we have created for ourselves days that equate to Useless Information. Case in point, Valentine’s Day. We have pulled from time an arbitrary day set aside to purchase flowers, candy, balloons, dinner at fine restaurants and whatever else we can think of to celebrate love. Celebrating the affection we have for our spouse or significant other should be done each day.
The next in line to garner an unorthodox amount of time, is a day of comic relief, April Fool’s Day. I know not anything of its origins and perhaps the reason I have not explored this day further, is I just don’t care. To pull an insignificant prank on someone and then scream, “April Fools!” makes no sense to me, so I’ll leave it where it lies and waste no further brain cells on this ill-conceived day.
To properly finish this blog, I will say, “Happy April Fool’s Day!”