Goals for 2015

I gave up on resolutions many moons ago, instead I set goals. Here are the goals for 2015...besides controlling TN pain better.

1A. Edit stories-Ready for publishing.

1B. Finish unfinished stories.

2. Catalog characters and physical traits.

3. Track down missing short stories.

4. Get my grubby hands on a mini ipad. (Good luck)

5. Get one short story published.

An Angelic Visit

I was praying for guidance on what to write next. I wanted to write a short story about Christmas, but wasn't sure how to write it. Last night I dreamed that I was telling others about an experience I had during the 2009 Christmas season. So I went with this story instead.

Christmas 2009 was the dreariest Christmas I’ve experienced since the Jimmy Carter era. Doom and gloom hung over the festive season; no one, it seemed, was in the Christmas spirit. There were only a handful of houses decorated with Christmas decorations and we were one of them.

Shame on me for not writing the date down, but it was near Christmas. The outside lights were aglow as my wife and I prepared for bed. I closed my eyes and gave her a goodnight hug as we stood in the living room.

Old Testament and New Testament writers didn’t have a robust vocabulary to describe what they saw. Today, even with ours, I have a hard time describing what I saw. I sensed something in the living room as we hugged. I opened my eyes and saw him.

The smiling angel was standing in the corner next to the front door. The top of his head touched the ceiling; he was easily seven foot tall. Transparent and Translucent aren’t descriptive enough to describe his appearance. I could see right through him, yet I could see the outline of his body. I didn’t see any wings, but I could see some intricate patterns on his robe. The best way I can describe his appearance is to think of Space Ghost when he was invisible.

I was in awe. I totally lost track of time as we continued to look at each other. I wondered why he was there, why did God send him? I finally returned his warm smile.

I read and heard stories similar to this experience; he was there for me to see him. I knew when I turned my gaze away he would leave. I quickly glanced at my wife’s hair and then looked up. He was gone.

That was five years ago and I still don’t have any answers to why he was there. I know when it’s time for me to meet the Almighty I will see him again; maybe he’ll be the one to escort me to see Him. Perhaps it was simply for me to jot down this little story and wish everyone a Merry Christmas?

So I’ll end it by wishing you a very Merry Christmas!

Cold Front

Yesterday at 3:30 in the morning I awoke to arguably the worst headache I've had since my first ever Trigeminal attack in 1987. My head was throbbing, I took four Advil and rested my head on a rolled towel. The pain ever so slowly ebbed. I called in sick. I spent nearly 3/4 of the day in bed. I saw my chiropractor, but I skipped the therapy, that'll be today. The pain never fully went away until around 8PM.

Today I have joined the human race, the cold front has passed. However, if this is a sign of things to come for the winter...it's going to be a long one.

Research

I can't stress this enough to young writers. It's not the readers job to know what your write is true...it's your job. You have to research or you will look like an idiot, like this know it all kid, to say the least.

Who cares if you write that the Batmobile can travel at MACH 6? It’s make believe, windows and glass aren’t going to shatter when he races by at six times the speed of sound. Who cares if windows will explode, raining shattered glass down upon hundreds upon hundreds of innocent civilians? Trees, vehicles, or other stuff won’t get destroyed by the powerful shock waves. Oh, I won’t mention that the Bat tires would shred to subatomic particles, blow or melt at that speed. Research boys and girls...research.

Maybe next time I'll address all the grammatical errors. Sigh.