Update

The writing is going well. It's going to be longer than a short story. There's just too much to cram into that small a space. Since he gave me the Ok I can tell you that my collaborator and spiritual guide is none other than our own Rev. Paul. At the risk of making him a target for anyone who is also writing he is an absolute gem and an indispensable source of knowledge, both scriptural and secular. The man is Wicked Smaht as Borepatch would say. Thanks Rev.

Car Guy will be here this evening. We're going on out annual long ride starting tomorrow. Probably be four days. We're going out to see his daughter and miracle granddaughter. If anyone doesn't think the power of prayer works miracles that little girl is proof that it does. She should have died. She should have had extensive brain damage. She should have crippling physical limitations from her injuries. She has none of that and there's no explanation other than God. Your prayers mattered. I am utterly convinced of that. Thank you all.

We're also going to be dropping in on Instinct to see his grip making operation. Car Guy wants a pair for one of his innumerable 1911s.

I'm turning the place over to DO and Sarge. They'll keep the riff raff out and hopefully do a little sweeping. Getting kinda gamey in here lately. DO will handle Sunday Kipling. Pictures and a write up as soon as I get back as well as some thoughts on carrying on a motorcycle.

In the wind tomorrow for a few carefree days on a motorcycle with my best friend. It's going to be fun.

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Writing

I have had a story idea running around in my head for a few months now. It's been keeping me up nights though the subject materiel is...sensitive perhaps. It has both intrigued and bothered me. I've been uncertain as to whether or not to try and write it or even if it should be written at all. 

After talking it over in cyberspace with someone who's morals, integrity, wisdom and knowledge I trust (and who shall remain nameless unless he decides otherwise) I am going to make the attempt. I remain uncertain of my ability to bring the gravity and talent the story requires but I'm now determined to give it my best and at least try.

I'll be posting pretty light here while I at least get the outline and basic story written. I apologize for that and beg your understanding. Sunday Kipling at the least will continue as always. Maybe Angus can fill in for me on occasion. He's usually good for a chuckle or two.

If the writing goes well I may post a snippet or two here. If it doesn't I'll delete this post and swear I never even heard of such a thing :)

Thank you all my friends. I'll see you soon.

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From A Friend

Daphne has written a story about her beloved dog Max that is so sweet and powerful it is beyond me to describe and I love her for it. She's a very talented writer anyway but when the subject is so near to her heart she's magical.

I cried when I read it because I know of what she writes. Many of you will as well. That bond, that special bond with a beloved dog can't be adequately described it can only be experienced and talked about among those who understand without the words.

Thank you Daphne. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for putting into words about your beloved Max what I cannot about my Trooper. Thank you for remembering my own grief and bringing me the comfort of your faith.

My friend.

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A Writer Speaks On Writing

Face it, most of us at least fancy ourselves as writers or else we probably wouldn't be blogging and commenting. The mere fact that I can't write like Heinlein or Twain doesn't discourage me from throwing out my scribblings for public perusal.

I've always enjoyed the act of writing. Putting my words to paper or scattered bytes in a computer is both cathartic and my single creative outlet. There's more of the knuckle dragger to me than the Bard but I do so enjoy the process. Even unread, the words we write and the things we write about resonate with someone, even if only ourselves.

Kanani, a terrific writer I admire and read daily, gives good advice to budding wordsmiths here. She talks about the potentially crippling effects of a bad English teacher. Frankly, I slept through high school English classes but I'm sure if I had been awake and aware I would have met the very teachers she talks about. It's worth a read if just for the reminder that talent, however great or minuscule, needs to be nurtured if it stands a chance of flowering.

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