Tuesday, November 15, 2016

The Fear Factor

Hatred, fear of terrorism, fueled this year's American election. Everyone was looking for someone to blame for the state of the world and felt that hiding in the racist, bigotry and umbrella of hate, they would be protected better than by voting on a future. In my book "The Need for Lightning" I used just this premise for  the story about a United Earth that becomes so paranoid that they ban all spacers from returning to Earth after an outbreak of a virus on Mars that spread to other spacers quickly, eating away the body in a slow painful death. I threw in Aliens from other planets for good measure. The World President after the painful death of his son, goes about rebuilding the armed forces to prevent anyone that travels in space from returning and branded them criminals. This is as much as our President elect going to ban all Muslims from entering the USA and rounding up of all undocumented aliens in the USA. The wall will be the first step in the plan to become a closed society under the control of the rich. In a way the book I wrote a few years ago will become sort of poetic of our current state of affairs for All Americans. 

Talk back, I'm listening as Always to what you think.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

As the reality of the new America sinks in, I'm back to writing and reading again.

It is hard to believe the results of our election but having to choose the lesser of two evils, the American people wanted a change. Any change would do in their minds. I hope we don't live to regret it. My first books were the apocalyptic series called "Lightning in the Tunnel" I just hope our new President doesn't make it come true. Drop by Amazon and check it out called "Lightning in the Tunnel- in the Beginning" for those wishing to see what would happen when the President pushes that nuclear button.   

Now, I can concentrate on writing again instead of the election. It has side track me on several occasions. I should be able now to finish "Saddle Spur" and get it ready for editing. It took me almost three hundred rewrites to get my first series into print. Saddle Spur will only take me twenty rewrites, so I must be getting better or under the illusion that I am. LOL

Talk back, I'm listening. How many rewrites did it take you? Have a great day and pray for World peace and harmony.

Friday, November 4, 2016

Hi, Wildoats back again.

Picking up where I left off. Remember, John worked in a leather shop to create my first halter, bridle and repair my first saddle. The saddle was the one thing I couldn't stand for the longest time, but each day John placed it on my back until it became second nature. The most important thing John taught me was to leave the barn whenever anyone new came to the farm. "Someone might take you away, so you have to learn to hide yourself." John told me. There was no way anyone would separate my Pal and I.  So I gladly learned with his teaching how to quickly escape the barn and hide, letting no one else near me. As spring came and went each year, me and John were almost inseparable. He started hanging bags of seed on the saddle, that was no bother. I learned how to walk the rows being planted and not step on the new seed that would bury it too deep. After each day in the fields, I enjoyed rolling in the dirt after he removed the saddle, or jumping into the water and swimming with John, Caleb and Chloe. Sometimes even the dark, gray-haired man would join us. It was in my third summer when John saddled me up like normal, then he said to me, "I'm going to climb on your back, don't buck me off". I wasn't sure about this as he put his foot in the stirrup and swung upon my back. He didn't weigh much more than what I had carried for him before. He was gentle as he sat on me, petting my neck saying, "Take it easy pal, it is only me on your back." His loving touch kept me calm, so I wouldn't buck. We stayed there for a few minutes while I adjusted to his weight. He took the reins and slowly turned my head, directing me to move in that direction. I responded and we went for a short ride. When we returned to the barn, he and I were excited, experiencing this togetherness. After that, neither of us could wait until the next time. I felt John's unhappiness when a buckboard showed up with his injured Pa and John worried he might die. When his father recovered and returned back to the war, we both were happy. The first time John fired a thing he called a pistol from my back, I did get spooked, but a few calming words from my pal and I was alright. He used the pistol whenever hunting rabbits, becoming very good at hitting his target. The first time he took what he called a rifle, we went deer hunting far from the farm. He bagged his first deer while sitting on my back. John was always talking to me and explaining things as he saw them. Sometimes he would ask my opinion and since I knew yes and no answers, I usually answered him back. He soon learned that if I had no answer or opinion that I would respond by blowing air out. This is my story about how we became such pals. You can read our adventures together in Saddle Spur, the story of John and I.

Thursday, November 3, 2016