It’s been a busy few days here as I’ve mapped out a release schedule for upcoming projects.
Hint: There are multiple in the works.
In addition to Refugee, a Metatron’s Army novel, I have been hard at work on Colony, a brand new series debuting this year.
I’m pleased to report that I have a landing page up as well as an introductory paragraph on the home page.
Check it out!
I’ll continue to post updates on various projects and their release dates in the coming weeks.
Stay tuned.
While working on Advantage, first in the Metatron’s Army series I stumbled on the magick of having a playlist for the books I was working on. Auspiciously, I simultaneously stumbled on music that fit the series in its entirety – for me.
Nigel Stanford’s Solar Echoes.
Though I continued to create playlists for books in the ensuing years it wasn’t until I was inspired to introduce a new series that I circled back around to creating a playlist for it.
New is a misnomer. The idea for this series was born alongside Metatron’s Army back in 1984. Not having bandwidth to do much with it I focused on MA and set it aside.
I suppose setting it aside is a misnomer too because I never fully let go of the idea.
I guess I’m peeling the onion here because beneath the idea was the image – a character.
And beneath that? The look in his eyes.
So much emotion – so much said – but in that moment I just didn’t have the cycles.
I never forgot his expression, nor his body language as he stood in a doorway staring at me as if daring me to – what?
It took decades to comprehend what it was he was communicating and in that time I wrote multiple opening scenes for the story only to curl my lip and set them aside indefinitely.
I wrote an opening scene for Metatron’s Army the summer before my junior year in high school but tossed it twenty years later while sorting through a box of writing that had crisscrossed the country with me for decades; writing that included my very first novel – handwritten in a spiral bound notebook in 8th grade – along with short stories, poetry and other novels typed on bond paper. Needless to say, it was a large heavy box.
I tossed almost the entirety of that box seven years later – five years before sitting down to start Advantage.
From there to Here. As I write this post I am populating a series playlist with music that, like the Metatron’s Army series playlist, is mostly instrumental.
Lots of stuff by Twelve Titans Music.
I spent the day working on the various tasks that go into a project of this magnitude, managing to tackle most of the big stuff.
Including the playlist.
I will be posting updates in the near future.
Stay tuned.
People who’ve followed me over the years know I have a unique history with EMF and GMF Sensitivity. Though I have unraveled the mystery of my sensitivity to technology EMFs – heavy metal poisoning that messed up cell signaling by disrupting electrolytes – I am still aware of various electromagnetic frequencies.
Including and especially the ultra-low and very low frequencies that come out of fault lines in the hours and days before an earthquake.
Though my focus is now on writing fiction, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t learn or validate something about my relationship with these invisible sound waves that have such an impact on our world.
And human health and well-being.
Just before all the virus fun started, our family acquired a bearded dragon. The timing was, like so many things in my life, a happy coincidence. Not.
Not that it wasn’t happy – the timing wasn’t a coincidence. Obviously, the universe knew what was coming and knew what a gift this little guy who isn’t so little now would be.
Well, not that anyone sought my opinion but, he ended up in my space.
It’s technically common living space but as it’s where I do the bulk of my writing, it’s mine.
Over the months I’ve gotten to know this member of the family, his habits, expressions.
Unlike how Ryal Kinkaid refers to the Light Beings, I don’t consider our BD a lizard brain.
Yesterday I noticed he was acting a bit strangely. Since there was a power outage that necessitated we hook the lights warming his space to the generator, I wondered if it had to do with that though I couldn’t figure out how or why that might be the case.
He periodically acted as if he’d been zapped but there was no obvious way there could have been surges that would have caused it. Not to mention I’m so sensitive to electrical pulses I would have been impacted because I was sharing the power strip to which his lights were plugged in – frequently plugging and unplugging devices from it as they needed charging. There was never any dimming of his lights when I did this – no sparks – nothing. ANDDD – he didn’t do it when I was plugging or unplugging the devices – just periodically.
This afternoon I was working on Refugee, a Metatron’s Army novel, when I suddenly felt icky. Ignoring it since there was no obvious explanation, I continued working.
Didn’t work.
I decided to have lunch, see if that might help. Just as I sat down to eat I got a nasty sharp pain in one of my teeth.
As if someone was jabbing a sewing needle up the center.
When chewing didn’t make it any worse, I shrugged it off and kept at the novel hoping – and believing – it would resolve itself.
I’ve noticed while rebalancing my electrolytes I’ll periodically if seldomly get pain in my mouth that totally disappears once the balancing has been achieved. Pain that stays away. You know – like a cramp in the foot – growing pains? NORMAL?!
A telltale sound caught my attention at the same moment my visual attention went to a row of windows. EARTHQUAKE!!!!!!
The sound wave travels in a straight line which makes windows “pop” or “crack” – like Rice Crispies.
For years my focus has turned – often along with my eyes – to the direction the earthquake wave travels.
Even when I wake up out of a sound sleep moments before the quake hits. I turn my head in the direction of the oncoming wave.
I knew in that moment my tooth pain would resolve shortly.
As the GMFs that caused it went to zero.
All of a sudden a number of things made sense
Just prior to the small quake he’d been running from one end of the tank to the other, went into his hidey hole then out, down into the greenery then out. AFTER? Totally calm.
As I’ve written GMFs which are ultra-low and very low EMFS, are tied to feelings of despair, deep fatigue, hopelessness
Throughout the day yesterday I experienced a high-pitched ringing that lasted seconds before disappearing entirely.
Which reduced within seconds of the quake, disappearing entirely within forty minutes.
I am back at the novel after a break to share this with readers.
All a day in the life of a writer sensitive to electromagnetic frequencies.
I’m what some might call a synchronicity junkie.
I think it stems from having a gift for pattern recognition.
Though I don’t see an omen every time I open my eyes I do acknowledge that wonderful and often amazing coincidences may be messages from the universe. As such I hold those who act as the messenger in high regard.
Many times people don’t even know they’ve been one making it all the better.
Grasping a Thread. Several months back a friend asked a question, followed by what would seem an innocuous comment about goals. Though I responded that updating my goals was on my to-do list, I didn’t do much other than jot a few down.
I set the list aside and haven’t looked at it since.
Pulling a Thread. What neither of us realized at the time was that her harmless bit of polite conversation let loose energy that had been blocked behind other more pressing needs.
It was the total disruption of the pandemic that allowed for the space in which to address those needs clearing the way to circle back to the goals.
The Spool Unwinds. As the holidays approached, I was putting the finishing touches on Redemption. Without a looming deadline I decided to turn my attention back to the goals, focusing on professional ones first. Before Redemption even hit the press, I’d totally revamped my goals.
I even managed to work in a few personal ones.
The Empty Spool. By the time the New Year rolled around I’d completely revamped my web presence in a manner that reflected the updated goals. It was time to turn my energy back to writing.
It IS Empty! The mental and emotional energy spent throughout the intense process that spanned months left me struggling to get started.
I was spent.
Pick Up The Thread. Though I recognized the need for a break I also knew what would happen if I went much longer without writing.
Panic!
My mind would look for another place to focus and the next thing I know I’d be doing housework!
Cleaning a house that I’d already cleaned.
To prevent such a downward spiral, I went through the motions of writing the next story.
Fortunately, there’s plenty of up-front work to do before I even start typing the first chapter; work that can still make me feel productive.
Pick Up The Spool. As I allowed my energy to recharge, I tested the waters for which of the three stories under consideration I would work on first – by thinking about it.
It’s Still Empty. At this point I realized that while I was comfortable with my choice and the follow-on steps to make it happen, there were problems.
Problems I didn’t understand the nature of though I knew it wasn’t mental exhaustion. I had recharged enough to get back to writing.
I decided to hand the problem over to my subconscious.
I have a trick to help this process using what I learned about the alpha frequency in the Silva Method.
When that didn’t do it, I pulled out the big guns.
For several days I worked through Event Horizon exercises, focusing on a variety of topics only some of which were related to my career.
I gained insight into a number of other non-career concerns and even got the plot for a new series.
Freed of mental clutter I was able to start on the novel.
However…
The Unraveling Continues. This morning while I was going through the routine that primes the creative pump I came to see that the reason I was having trouble was because my goal revamping wasn’t finished.
I debated between running an Event Horizon session or the Free Cell session.
As I’d just done several EVs I decided to try the FC.
I listened to music from novel inspired playlists while playing rounds of Free Cell.
It’s so mindless my mind relaxes – aka Silva Method Daydream State AND Stare – so I can focus on problem solving.
The Free Cell method showed that since the goals for my career changed the goals of the series needed to change too. As I followed this thought through David Bowie and other artists I identified flaws not in the series but with some of the characters.
They were too shallow or otherwise had flaws that were going to cause problems in the very near future.
I’m happy to say that I worked everything out and now have a roadmap forward.
And all because of an innocent question…
Stay tuned.
I would like to take a moment to wish all readers and visitors to this site a Happy Healthy New Year!
May it be better than the one we’re leaving behind!
As the year winds down, I am putting finishing touches on a weeks’ long effort to ensure my web presence is in line with my business as it is and as I look ahead. I’m proud of what I’ve done.
It was a lot of work!
Though I’d originally planned the various tasks to be spread over several weeks, culminating at the end of January 2021, I ended up doing a marathon stretch over several days.
Which I couldn’t have done without the help of my team so kudos to them!
This means I’ll be able to get back to novel writing as soon as next week.
If not sooner.
I learned a lot through this year-end project, including that I don’t want to go through something like this again anytime soon.
I am mentally fried. Definitely looking forward to a bit of New Year’s Eve celebrating at home.
To that end, I’ll be scheduling this type of task management more regularly throughout the year.
To be fair the work I do at end of year doesn’t typically involve monumental shifts as this one has.
What’s New?
What’s Next?
I’m already at work on two new Dragon Core novels.
I have Ghost Games case files in the queue.
I have plans for additional Metatron’s Army stories.
I have a new series in early stages. The badge for this new series is on the Facebook banner.
Stay tuned!
For the past several weeks I’ve been implementing changes to my website as I sharpen my focus and evaluate my goals.
Where I am and where I want to go.
As a nonfiction, it didn’t fit in with my goals for the Metatron’s Army Series.
Details and release dates to come.
Release date late winter/early spring 2021.
Details and release dates to come.
Updates provided as appropriate.
Stay tuned.
*** For those interested in the Lecture on Time, it is available in its entirety in Bishop Pair: Book Two in the Metatron’s Army series.
I am pleased to announce that Redemption, a Dragon Core story, is available for purchase.
It’s one of the longest books I’ve written.
I’ve thoroughly enjoyed working on this story and it’s turned into one of my favorites.
Along with Metatron’s Legacy which was a joy because, taking place twenty years after Adjudication, I had freedom to write a story related to but outside the series.
I have other novels I love for a variety of reasons but these two do stand out.
So much so I find myself reading them just for pleasure.
I have a number of projects in the queue
Stay tuned!
Note: This article is lengthy.
Just finishing lunch and trying to mentally engage with a specific project.
I’ve been trying for the past six or so hours.
I’m not concerned as for once in a long while there’s no deadline to meet and more I know what I need to do and even have the project started. It’s just turning into one of those days where I’m meandering my way forward.
As opposed to running.
My mind wandered back to a day many moons ago, a day that pops into my consciousness quite a bit.
Ever since the shutdown last March.
Long before everything was shut down I attended a presentation at a Marine Center that was cohosted by the US Navy. I struck up a brief conversation with a teen girl whose family was sitting at the same table. After complimenting her on her presentation I asked what she liked to do. Her answer? “I like to write.”
I remember smiling big time at that and telling her “I’m a writer.”
She smiled just as big.
I asked her what kind of writing she liked to do.
At this point I became aware of her parents definitely focused on the conversation.
She told me she liked to write stories to which I explained that’s what I do. I then spent a few minutes encouraging her to write with a specific caveat. Follow your heart.
I went on to explain there would be times she would have to write papers she didn’t want to write about subjects that may bore her, but that they were important to her education as a writer.
All writing is practice.
I wound the conversation down by encouraging her to follow her heart – her inner guidance – as it would never steer her wrong.
I also told her to keep writing.
I often wonder what possessed me to speak to this girl. My stomach was in knots almost the entire time.
Who was I to offer advice? Oh, that’s right – a writer!
My mind drifts back to that young woman in these days of isolation and I think about how much she is missing by not being able to participate in that project aimed at youth. I wonder if she remembers some adult talking to her about writing and hope she is still at it.
Following her heart.
I don’t think I did it because of the messaging I got growing up which was anything but supportive towards writing as a career.
So they could realize their dream of having one in the family they could brag about.
Told to me by a college counselor. Apparently he didn’t think being a writer was a real job.
My parents encouraged me to…FOLLOW MY HEART!!!!
This included not discouraging me from being a writer. Not once.
I’ll admit my path to writing is non-traditional though I’m not sure if there is a such thing as a traditional path to that profession.
I can honestly say I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
I only know that I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was 3 and I’ve been writing ever since.
It’s in me.
Not Just Writing. I found myself recently encouraging another beautiful young woman facing the challenges of lockdown.
A dancer.
The challenges she was facing were numerous. Not only were they being asked to dance over zoom – alone– they were being forced to find a place to do so.
Oh yes, everyone’s home can double as a dance studio.
We talked back and forth and I offered some suggestions on how to turn a small space into a makeshift studio.
Hanging mirror doors and installing a barre are relatively simple. Framing a closet is also relatively easy. I know – relatively – but it can be done.
What came out of the conversation, however, was something that sent me back into writer mode. This beautiful woman told me she didn’t know who she was if she wasn’t a dancer.
She’d been dancing since early childhood. She was watching helplessly as many of her friends – faced with restrictions that made dancing a shell of what it was meant to be – drop out.
My heart hurt that she was at a point many of us find ourselves along life’s path…who am I?
It was a point I found myself at once upon a time.
Did someone say once upon a time?
I told her that dancing is a form of creativity but that the creativity is in her soul and that if dancing was not the outlet it would take that was okay because it would find another one.
I then backed it up with … of course … a story…
I told her how I had been training for the US Olympic Gymnast team – was told I was the next Nadia Comaneci – when two weeks before Olympic training camp I suffered a brain bleed that left me blind, paralyzed, and in a coma.
Needless to say – bye bye Olympic dream.
I told her that in the rubble of my dream I reconnected with the earlier one – of being a writer and while the rest, as they say, is history, the point of the story was that I was born a creative – as was she – and that that creativity would find a way to express itself no matter what.
I told her not to give up on dancing and that life has a way of working itself out but more importantly I told her that she is not the dancer so much as a creative spirit looking to express that spirit of creativity and that I was 100% certain it would find a way.
Addendum. I didn’t whitewash the pain or frustration. I told her that yes, the disappointment and frustration was formidable.
I’d felt a lot of guilt because of what I’d lost – weirdly enough.
And then…
Angels in Disguise. I shared two events of significance – both facilitated by coworkers in the tech industry – that helped me move past the pain.
Writers Wanted. One day early in my tech career I happened to mention to a coworker I wanted to eventually be a writer full-time. Turns out, so did she and what do you know, so did another colleague who’d overheard our conversation and came over from his cubicle to join.
You haven’t lived until you experience the rat in a cage life of working in a cubicle with your alloted space for mementos. Provided they met with corporate approval of course.
Interestingly all of us were pursuing different genres.
What started as a random chance conversation turned into a mini support group.
Last I knew, Mary was able to “quit her day job” after getting a contract and winning an award for her first book. Jim had an agent shopping his manuscript around. Yes, this was years ago but I’d like to think they are still following their dream.
Olympic Reroute. I was having lunch with two sales reps who had also been on track for the Olympics.
This was several years after leaving that other company and relatively close to when I quit to pursue my own writing career.
One was a Canadian who was – interestingly enough – on the gymnast team.
Had it worked out we would have competed!
The other was a guy who was on the US Olympic tennis team.
I was a bit puzzled by the sighs and lamenting that accompanied their stories. I knew what had happened to my dreams but what were they feeling?
What they told me changed my world.
“It was the 1980 Olympics.”
My reply was “Yes, I remember this – I had the brain bleed in the summer of 1979.”
“Don’t you remember? We boycotted the Olympics that year!”
Um, no, I was kind of busy trying to learn to walk again.
That wasn’t a pity party statement so much as an explanation of why that wasn’t topmost on my mind of missed Olympic opportunity.
For the next hour we talked about our feelings at having spent years of hard work – the commitment of ourselves, our families – only to miss an opportunity.
This conversation healed me in ways I can’t express, and I am forever indebted to these two individuals for baring their hearts and souls that day.
As we concluded lunch all of us agreed that in spite of the deep disappointment, our lives were rich, filled with wonderful experiences. Most importantly, each of us had found ways to channel that creative passion that put us on the Olympic track.
The Canadian found a passion for horses and she competes – successfully.
She also has a beautiful spirit and sense of humor that makes this world a better place.
The gentleman found an outlet for tennis in teaching inner city kids not only tennis but how to find that passion within themselves.
Something he credits his dad for teaching him.
I shared these stories with the beautiful dancer to further explain
Hell, maybe she’ll end up being a best-selling writer…
