Monthly Archives: February 2015

Where do we go from here?

While waiting patiently for my first book to become available, I was working on a second.  That book will now become my third as I have to put it on the shelf because the content of it hits too close to home.  So I am going into the trove of my past once again.  Fifteen years ago and more, my daughter was taken from me.  To keep my sanity, I began to write books.   I now have a small library of completed but not yet finished books.  So, I am brushing off a book that is a novelized and mostly fictional story about my first days in Fairbanks, in 1973.  I have created a fictional story based on a true tragic event and the characters of the book play out their roles with the personalities of people I knew in those days.  The events of the book are mostly fictional.  Fictional events played out by personalities I knew from the past.  I am going to publish this book on my own with the help of two people from the tri-cities.  For now we will call those people Eldon and Frank.  Eldon created this web site for me and Frank edited my first book,  “Black Witch”  I am going to compare the publishing processes of the two books to see what works best for me.  My first book is being published by Authorhouse.  Please understand that I am paying them to do so.

My second book should be out in about four months.  It is a flying story about an airline I worked with in those days, the pipeline days.  Those days, when I was twenty-three are about a latter day boom town.  They are  a lot about three women who prey on the mind of the main protagonists of this book.  My alter ego from those days.  The flying parts of this book called “Slaughterhouse Beach” will be interesting, I hope, to any pilot anywhere.  The men I flew with in those days have my respect in a way that very few people I have met since have ever approached.  If I can accomplish one small thing in this book, then I will succeed.  If I can get the reader to respect those men, given all their flaws, in the way that I do, then I will succeed.

I mentioned above that my next book,  now to be my third book hits too close to home.  In the coming days I want to broach the subject of the new marijuana culture.  The name of this book is “My time with May Jane.”  Again, this book is written around a tragic true story, a fictional book peopled with  the characters of personalities that I have known.  When I have finished “Slaughterhouse Beach”, sometime in March, I will take up where I left off with “Mary Jane” and invite anyone to join into the debate and the writing of this book that you can follow on this blog if you choose.  Hope to see you later.

Climbing the slippery slope

I will soon be on my way.  I’m going to take a journey through the past.  I am about to embark on a road trip which will take me across the southern states from the Pacific to at least Elvis’s house, maybe all the way to the Atlantic.  Along the way I am going to visit people from my past.  At least eleven people from my past.  The question that I find myself asking is do I give these people the image they have known in the past or do I dump the real person of the present day on their doorstep for them to examine or maybe kick around?

I think that answering that question is a lot like writing a book.  Should you clothe the characters in phony clothes and give them shiny personas that will intrigue and entertain the reader?  Or should you take the hillbilly that lives in your soul and let him smell up the room as he dumps the garbage of real life on the carpet of the reader’s fantasies?  Does art exist in the truths of all the tangled up brain cells of us aging baby boomers?  I’m not a real Hemmingway fan but he said that it is the obligation of an author to “tell one true thing.”   That’s hard to do when that one true thing may be a dart in the ego of a friend.  When you just spray pages with action, clichés and pretty images it’s good for sales and nobody really has to look into the mirror.  Is that a good thing?  Should a guy try to climb the slippery slope of art only to be criticized?  Should he try to set free some sort of the art that his soul holds prisoner?  Does the author really possess art in his soul or just the garbage of living on this planet for sixty years.    Some people call Miley Cyrus an artist.   Not me, I call Maya Angelou an artist.

I think most of us really do possess art in our soul.  I think art is the spirituality some of us pursue, others ignore.  The problem really is that most of us will fall and slide down the slippery slope of trying to set art free from our soul.  Talent is the cleats that keep you upright on that march up the slope.  Discipline is enduring that steady march against overwhelming odds.  If you possess no talent or do not have the discipline to succeed you will fail. Proceed at your own risk, I guess.  The process of changing words on a page into animate, breathing, life is tantamount to sculpting a statue and watching him walk away.  Then you have to throw in imagery and symbolism and infuse that statue’s brain with the devil of life and the magic of that vibrating energy we call God.   I will fail in the quest for art, I think.  My hope is somewhere along the line that some artful young genius will discover just a small germ of truth in my words.  I hope that germ will someday germinate in his brain and then bloom into a word on his page or a color in his painting or a scene in his movie.  And please understand that the word “his”, in the context of the preceding sentence, in my dictionary, is transgender.

We live in complicated times.  I was listening to a disc jokey on a radio station the other day.  He said that “Fifty Shades of Grey” was the top selling movie of the current weekend.  Then he said “You know what the top selling movie last weekend was?  “SpongeBob Square Pants.”  A pretty strange dichotomy of our society.  Anyway, the road trip begins when my book finally becomes available.  Look for it soon.