Monday, December 5, 2011

what happened?

I went to the reunion for my high school 30th in July. Came back and headed right into a VBS program and school. I haven't seen my story file yet. Here it is December. You might say the burners are going full blast right now with homeschooling teenagers, coaching at a local university (new job) working the old job at Price Chopper and teaching rounds of 3 months each at church.  Boys have scouts, soccer and archery during the week, to boot. So writing in on the back burner simmering for a while.

Merry Christmas to you and your family.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Reaching the joining chapters

I have finally edited the first part of the book to death. I'm at the joining chapters where the book will either break and a second book started or it will just flow into the second part of the longer story. It's only 258 pages, but I can see the first book stopping in this area.
A death has occurred, the hero (Noelle)  feels forced into starting the quest for the Firestones, if not for herself then in an attempt to stop war from coming to her homeland. She will have to leave home and travel through the forest and mountains with the army. She will be split from those she is most comfortable. She will have to fight for her life and those around her. She will have to learn to depend on Elohim (God) and stand on her own feet to face a dragon.  Book 2 deals with the whole issue of learning who she is and what she believes. A couple of younger characters show up in this story,  so Noelle is no longer the youngest, they help bring out a bit of maturity in her.
I'm definitely having fun with the story.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Unforgiveable and forgiveness

While the oldest was in a fly tying class tonight, I had the chance to write.
My character is in a train boxcar with a Vietnam Veteran (Hobo) she asks him if he has ever done anything unforgiveable, but still been forgiven. She is thinking about herself.
He tells her a story of a young private that somehow, while trying to strap some grenades to his belt,  fumbles it and knocks the pin out of it while in the middle of camp. He panics and throws it. The grenade bounces off the tent in front of him and rolls over to a table where his captain is writing a letter home. Through reliving the scene before his eyes, he tells how the captain forgave the private, told him 'thank you' for sending him home and that Jesus forgives him too. The captain then reaches upward as if someone unseen is bending down to pick him up and dies.
My character asks if the private ever forgave himself for what he had done. "No, not until tonight. I think it is time to stop running away from forgiveness."

Have you forgiven yourself for things you have done? Or are you still running away from forgiveness?