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- Burnout (Part III)
Have you ever traveled through The Land of Burnout? Have you stopped for a meal at Slim’s Bar and Grill? Perhaps you’ve forgotten it all. Perhaps your memories got jumbled as mine did. - Burnout (Part II)
The best way to Burnout is not to follow any map, but to spin in tight circles at your regular job as fast as you can. Every job requires spinning—usually clockwise—though it’s often called something else, like a “Quality Initiative” or “Five Nines of Certainty.” Start spinning immediately. - Burnout (Part I)
If you were wondering why I hadn’t written for six months, it’s because I wintered in Burnout. If you’ve ever stopped there, you understand. How I ended up walking aimlessly across an open, dusty prairie, with paper in one hand and a stylus in the other, I can only speculate. - Embers of Burnout, Flames from Earth
Join us unencumbered across the arm of space and the reach of the ages. Let us consider together our hurts, our hopes, and our dreams, despite the distance, and encourage each other to sustain the embers of life. - A bit of author journey and a smidge of aging humor
I’m traveling today with my son Ben to the American Christian Fiction Writers’ National Convention in New Orleans. My hat’s in the ring there for a First Fifteen Pages contest for unpublished authors.
Be sure to check out my most recent publication on The Habit Portfolio: The Ink and the Inkling
I Need Your Help
Dear friends:
Here’s my pitch: “On an ancient dystopian fantasy earth, the incomparable VOICE of WONDER summons two young people from antagonistic Stone-Age tribes to flee their homeland, to unite in marriage—one woman to one man—to defeat an ancient curse, and to become the mother and father of a new people.”
Crumble’s End: A Novel
Two unlikely teenage heroes answer the Creator’s call to run, explore, and redeem a broken land. They are captured by wild beasts, then rescued by strange people; they are imprisoned, and they escape; they fulfill prophecies and bring deliverance. The opposer of the Creator’s plan delivers some hard blows; he gains a large following of Celestial host and even poisons the promised land. But the heroes lead their small nation, comprised of multiple peoples, on a desperate last march to a good land, free of the toxic air.
Dialogues of Solly and TAT
First Contact
February 3, 2021
TAT: Mr. Solly, I appreciate your time. I have been called TAT by my father, who was a writer, so that’s the name I’d like to use for our purposes. I have heard you are wise but compassionate, and eager to help people like me accomplish their goals.
SOL: You have heard correctly. You are a doctor, no? But you desire no title before or after your name?
TAT: You know that I do not. My words must speak for themselves, without announcement, without capital letters. The M.D. is a medical degree, and I trust it will be useful for informing my writing. It should give heft to my medically related messages. But I am gasping beneath the waves of modern medicine. In the words of Edna St. Vincent Millay, I am pinned down and moaning for release. What lost sailor, sinking as I am, would not trade his iron anchor for a floating spar?