Posts Tagged ‘life’

So, a bit about writing here, and sort of off the cuff. First of all, I’m working on a couple (or actually several) books at once. But, over the last few weeks and especially the last few days, something else seems to be intruding into my space. I suppose it’s another project of sorts, but I think it’s actually a series, if anything. It’s still unnamed, I don’t know any of the character’s names, I’m unsure of the locations, and I’m only partially sure of one thing—this will be action-adventure/mystery, but in a different format than I’ve ever attempted. It has the feeling of third-person omniscient. A number of factors seem to be coming together in my mind, and really, instead of these being full-blown images, they’re rather more like colors and lumps of emotion, and distant, indistinct voices, much like a softball game going on so far across the park that you don’t know who’s winning or losing and couldn’t begin to care, you’re simply sort of glad there’s a game going on and people are having a good time. Today, I was in Sallie’s bathroom, and she has this huge frosted window. The amorphous image and the colors were not unlike a painting that she did a few years back—one of my favorites among her myriad wonderful paintings, and I was compelled to snap an image of both, since both were available. (I’m showing you both images below.) Anyway, that’s my long way of saying that the idea is still in its early gestation stages and it’s sort of like those two pictures—the window and the painting. Another thing that happened today was that I was on ebay (which is another awful habit of mine, since I have WAY too many books and other things) and it kind of came in from left field—I remembered the 1968 publication (or rather, the re-publication from 1902) of Howard Pyle’s Robin Hood, with it’s green cover and its long, double-columned pages, lavish with pen and ink illustrations throughout. Well, I did an ebay search and bought the damned thing, the same one I had when I was a kid! Another thing I started doing was to search for the old Doc Savage paperbacks and pulps. I decided not to buy any more of those (I have more than a hundred already), but even those images stayed with me. And I won’t begin to go into the hundreds of other things flitting through this little inner space known as the mind of yours truly, but suffice it to say, there’s a whole lot more to it than these few scant elements. So I do know this: it will be action and adventure, it will be in third person (as opposed to the Bill Travis 1st person viewpoint), it will be a team of heroes instead of just the one, it will be righting wrongs and punishing evil-doers and generally supporting the good guys and exacting vengeance upon the bad ones, and it will be in modern times. And that’s about all I know. It does feel, however, like there’s a volcano underneath my feet, ready to explode. I can feel the ground deformation, I can smell the sulphur dioxide. And I’m prepping for a rocket ride. I guess that’s all I wanted to say.


[NOTE: This is the closest I’ll ever come to an out-and-out rant, I promise]

A word about the world we live in and a little different perspective on things. For instance, we see and hear quite a bit out there about “police brutality this” and blah blah blah. Well, I’m sure some of it is even true. Sure, some people go to extremes. They get in the heat of the moment and they go a bit overboard, or even quite a bit overboard. But those are the extremes, and let me tell you, they’re not as common as we’re being led to believe. I’ve known quite a few police in my time, and I have found them to be, by and large, terrifically honest, hard-working and diligent people. They have to be to wear that badge for very long, or at least wear it well.

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               So, while there may be a few instances where things get out of hand and go badly rather quickly (and we’ve all been both assaulted and insulted by the various videos people are posting showing how bad everything is), I propose something new that may help the matter. Let’s–as a people–start reporting it whenever an officer helps someone. Let’s let them know that we think it’s great they saved a life, that they stopped a burglary in progress, that they helped an old woman change a flat tire on the side of the road. You know, many of the American Indian tribes of yesteryear would train their children early on by encouraging every action they saw that was a good and proper action, and they frowned and turned away in disfavor whenever they saw questionable behavior. Now, I know these fine men and women are not children, but the principle is a good one. The worse thing you can do to someone is withdraw your support. I don’t want my local police feeling as though they’ve been abandoned by us. Why aren’t we getting behind them and encouraging their good deeds? How else are they going to continue to do them if we don’t? It’s expecting a great deal out of an individual to risk his or her life for meager pay and…no thanks from the people they are protecting. So, let’s all chill a bit. And let’s restore their faith in us. I think we’ll find it will come back around to us. When we need them, they’ll be there, and we’ll be so glad they came. That’s all I’ve got to say on that.