I walked out and sat down with the dogs for a minute. When I came back in I looked up it was 2019. Like the expansion of the universe, I feel like my life is tearing by at an ever increasing rate. There's some magic happening there, but not the good Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny kind. The color is leaching out of everything, wrinkles are popping up, everywhere, and I have long since recognized that the concept of baldness is a myth. Nobody ever told me it was a freaking hair migration and worse than that, on the trip between my formerly luxurious head and my ears, ass, toes, back and everywhere else on my body, that the hoard of roaming hairs would propagate like crazy? When the cat crept out of the bag on that well kept secret and I took an inventory of the new crop virtually sprouting from my, ears, I couldn't help but wonder why all of the secrecy and thought that maybe a little transparency from my older friends would have blunted the shock. Then again, when I stopped to think about my grandparents for instance, I could only thank God that I was spared the details.
2018 brought retirement in June and an apartment in the barn. That was a lot of work and really shitty pay. 2019 has so far, conjured up a a trip to West Virginia to bring home a SuperCub which is just too cool.
2018 brought retirement in June and an apartment in the barn. That was a lot of work and really shitty pay. 2019 has so far, conjured up a a trip to West Virginia to bring home a SuperCub which is just too cool.
So, I'm obviously crappy at writing here but there is a good side to that, I've been writing elsewhere! Book one "Side Road to Nevada" is done and available in it's current e-version from amazon. Side Road turned out okay. Definitely not great but okay. A weird aspect of story telling on this scale that I had not expected, is how hard it is to gauge how your material is being received and perceived. That was surprisingly difficult. The thing is, win lose or draw, I like writing! Okay, really, I love it. To be able to create, on every level, a universe with whole people and events and crumbs on the floor is just too cool. So, Side Road will get rewritten at some point, for now I just want to work on Cycle Seven and another short story, as yet un-named (it's about a conversation between an old farmer/pilot and Genghis Khan who has been reincarnated as a Golden retriever).
I would like to think that I learned a ton from that experience and possibly, that I've improved. I am currently on what I hope is book one of a trilogy. "Cycle Seven" is also lightly science fiction and basically introduces your new friends, the characters and sets up where the rest is going, all to shit.
Dusty, a very bright young red head from Idaho gets recruited to a new university started by a rich philanthropist where he can pursue his science outside of the demanding world of academia. What he discovers is, a star that is the twin to ours that has an "event" which, from 1.7 million light years away, looks scary. The scary part is that our sun seems to be on a parallel path and what Dusty infers, from his programming is that, it isn't going to be good. He also discovers that Dr. Anderson, the founder of the university is a fake and cheerfully steals his students brilliant ideas...
The other thing I'm doing is rebuilding the Skywagon. The paint you see on that photo up there? It's all gone as are the radios, seats and everything else that won't make it completely dissolve when removed. It's getting a "bush" style makeover with new radios, cables and a complete inside and out corrosion removal and re-coat.
I will try and update here at more reasonable intervals, like less than a year.
Chris Allen
I would like to think that I learned a ton from that experience and possibly, that I've improved. I am currently on what I hope is book one of a trilogy. "Cycle Seven" is also lightly science fiction and basically introduces your new friends, the characters and sets up where the rest is going, all to shit.
Dusty, a very bright young red head from Idaho gets recruited to a new university started by a rich philanthropist where he can pursue his science outside of the demanding world of academia. What he discovers is, a star that is the twin to ours that has an "event" which, from 1.7 million light years away, looks scary. The scary part is that our sun seems to be on a parallel path and what Dusty infers, from his programming is that, it isn't going to be good. He also discovers that Dr. Anderson, the founder of the university is a fake and cheerfully steals his students brilliant ideas...
The other thing I'm doing is rebuilding the Skywagon. The paint you see on that photo up there? It's all gone as are the radios, seats and everything else that won't make it completely dissolve when removed. It's getting a "bush" style makeover with new radios, cables and a complete inside and out corrosion removal and re-coat.
I will try and update here at more reasonable intervals, like less than a year.
Chris Allen