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Hello again fellow writers!

Sparing you the long list of reasons, many of which appear on page one of “Excuses For Not Writing”,(which will be out in the fall with a major publisher) let me just say Thanks to a writer who pointed out to me yesterday the actual amount of time it had been since my last post.                                                                                                                                                    Denial is such a sweet thing until shattered by reality.

So here I sit answering the call of the wild, the wild within me. Or maybe I’m just trying to quiet the accusing voice of guilt, or the deafening scream of fear.

I must tell you, to many of the authors and writers out there in internet land, that without your example and diligence many of us who aspire to write would quickly get, and stay, lost. Lost to time, endlessly chasing the tail of our dreams…  (I’m laughing, trying to picture myself doing this)

I write, sometimes, a trucking blog on another site that I actually visit occasionally when I run out of reasons not to. I’m one of those types who has to come to the end of myself to be able to see clearly where I’m at on the writer’s road.  More often than not, like right now, I am horrified at how much time has passed since I turned in any direction but a straight forward charge. All too often, too focused too far ahead, I neglect the foundational, the “here and now” aspects of effort that more experienced writers understand. Why is it, even the most talented, determined people still fall prey to this bottomless pit?

I can’t answer that.

I wish I could, but instead of trying to reason it myself or find someone to whine my finely crafted delusions too, (which I could easily do), I’ve chosen to sit….and write.

Victory? No. Triumph? Not even close.

Sweaty, bloody, battered, hotly pursued by the demons of my soul I climb over the last obstacle in my journey to salvation? Getting warmer………maybe.

The reality is that, for me, this is more than just a learning process. It’s a gauntlet, of sorts, that I am, at all costs, determined to “endeavor to persevere”  within. That is, if I can stay the course long enough to develop as a writer the skills and the bodies of work that might qualify me to stand alongside those who have gone before me. Those, whose example and courage has cut a trail through an otherwise impassable wilderness, one I never could have hoped to find my way in.

For some of us, the horizon of our dreams may be obscured by the clouds of our pasts, circumstance or doubt and fear. I would be the first to step forward to serve as the poster boy for the “unlikeliest” of survival stories, forget about ever hoping to be counted among the few successful “writer’s” of our day. But, just to still be alive.                            A living witness to the portion of dimension between the moments that will define my life, moments I cross between hanging precariously over the abyss of time, on the bridge of hope.

The moments I live and die by.

That I may yet become a “writer” remains to be seen, however, I am thrilled to keep putting one foot in front of the other here on the writer’s road.  Some of you are too far ahead, in the distance for me to see you, but I have your tracks here in the sand before me……Thank you for that……

Now, if I can just keep moving and not stop long enough to be too pleased with myself….

Characters in the 2 stories I am working on, soon to be set once again into motion, haven’t seemed to notice the timeless freeze frame they’ve been in, and still are, in….. except for one Chase Rage. He keeps looking at his titanium Seiko Dive watch and giving me that “look”…..shattered glass falls from his tattered clothing, the blood of an “innocent” runs down his face….millions of lives and the fate of several nations hang in the balance…..his co-worker, a lovable ditz and  trusted friend, mother of a 4 year old that could be his,  just took a bullet to the head, a bullet that was meant for him…..the bad guys are about to find out why he changed his name to Chase Rage..and why he’s decided “To Hunt the Hunter”

Chase says “we have to move”.  He’s scanning the surrounding office towers through the infra-red vision scope on his suppressed assault rifle…..the power outage due to a horrific west coast storm…..he’s taking the shot….

Keep writing writers! I Love ya!

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