Thursday, April 24, 2008

We miss you George . . .

“What students would learn in American schools above all is the religion of Jesus Christ.”

-George Washington [speech to the Delaware Indian Chiefs May 12, 1779]

Monday, April 21, 2008

They have been warned.

I am astonished that you are so quickly deserting the one who called you by the grace of Christ and are turning to a different gospel--which is really no gospel at all. Evidently some people are throwing you into confusion and are trying to pervert the gospel of Christ. But even if we or an angel from heaven should preach a gospel other than the one we preached to you, let him be eternally condemned!

Galatians 1 6-8


But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it. But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with that. People who want to get rich fall into temptation and a trap and into many foolish and harmful desires that plunge men into ruin and destruction. For the love of money is the root of all kinds of evil.

1 Timothy 6 6-10 (partially)

Thursday, April 17, 2008

What do you think?

Agent Rachelle Gardner held a two-part contest on her blog. Stage one required the submission of a first line.

Congratulations to Richard Marbry who won with the following great line: Things were going along just fine until the miracle fouled up everything.

Stage two required using Mr. Marbry's line (or one out of a few honorable mentions) to write the first 300 words of a novel.

Congratulations to Lea Ann McCombs for her winning entry. Very Good. And Congrats to you Mark for honorable mention.

Now back to me - While I didn't enter stage 1, I did enter stage 2. Something about Richard's line got me going. And, while my entry is not nearly as good as Lea Ann's, I was really happy with the results.

My Entry:

-----Things were going along just fine until the miracle fouled up everything. There was just one problem: Deaver didn’t believe in miracles.
-----Time to investigate.
-----He immediately ruled out human error since he was the only human involved. Oh, it’s not that he considered himself infallible. But his rare past mistakes came at those few moments of the day when he couldn’t stay focused on the task at hand. Those few instances when the need for food or sleep required some of his attention. Drawbacks of being stuck in the body of an imperfect species. Fortunately, that would soon change. After his transformation, he wouldn’t have to worry about such mundane tasks. Unfortunately, for now, he’d have to deal with his present reality.
-----Back to the investigation.
-----Though he supposed the wind could have gusted, he doubted that explanation. He had monitored the wind speed up until the moment. One to three miles per hour without exception. Not enough to cause a problem. Besides, considering the day’s weather, that possibility, if it occurred, could also be deemed a miracle.
-----Since he had personally calibrated his equipment and re-checked them several times in the three hours prior to the moment, he also ruled out the possibility of their failure. No, there must be another explanation.
-----Maybe the girl had something to do with it. A sixth sense, maybe? Did she know to turn out of the bullet’s path in that minute moment of time? To turn just enough to make sure the bullet hit her barrette? Is that why, in that moment, she ¼ smiled?
-----He picked up his rifle and focused the scope on her hospital room window. Can you feel my presence? The drapes opened revealing her form.
-----She turned and looked directly at him. And smiled.

At the moment, I want to continue writing this story. But, it's tough to judge your own work. So, what I want to know is: Would you keep reading this? Does it intrigue you? Is it weak? Any other thoughts?

p.s. Remember - It's impossible to hurt my feelings.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

In case you're wondering . . .

I am feeling better but I still have a bad cough. Nothing like the throat and sinus problem I had for almost two weeks.

I never went to a doctor growing up. When we got sick, which was rare, we sweated it out. Orange juice, chicken noodle soup, and the sofa.

I remember one time when I got a bad case of poison ivy which caused my face to swell so much my nose almost closed up, I had to sweat it out. No medicine, no itch cream. Only aspirin and aloe vera plants. I don't blame my dad - that's how he grew up. He didn't know they had all them new fangled drugs out there.

As a kid, when I was told that a friend went to the doctor, I thought the worst. If he had to go to a doctor, it must have been really bad. Nope - I found out later - people go to the doc even for colds. Really!!

( Hey Ryan, You were at the doctor's office so much, I can't tell you how many times I thought you were going to die. Then later I found out your experience was normal, not mine. )

Okay, I'm starting to babble, so I'll sign off now . . .

Sunday, April 6, 2008

And the winner is . . .

Not me, but I did have my first name-calling this weekend at the Jambalaya Writer's Conference. Honorable mention (which means I came in second or third) for novel excerpt (1800 words).

Unfortunately, I missed it because I've been ill for the past five days. So I'll have to wait another day to hear my name called in recognition for my work - which as you writers know, means a lot in this solitary endeavour.