Thursday, January 30, 2014

Free Book - Feel the News

Hey Readers,

Especially folks who are hearing about Ukraine in the news. If you would like to get a real feel for the landscape and culture - download Unseen for free.

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Monday, January 20, 2014

MLK Day - The Place Where You Live

Been thinking about this day and the impact to our lives today. The amazing thing is that in many cases our children can't even imagine an America of institutionalized racism. How amazing is that?!

In 2010 I wrote a short article for Orion Magazine. It speaks to the Southern American landscape....

Home is a 1936 refurbished ‘family’ off-shoot of the original plantation house.  Our acreage is part of the remains of what was once a 3000-acre family-owned farm going back to 1803.  In this community our house is more connected to the builder’s family name than our own, so etched in the minds of the locals – “oh, you live at the Wilson place,” and “you’re on the hill.” My pride has moved past the offense.

My neighbor cuts miles of trails through the 80 unspoiled acres behind us, has for over 20 years.  It’s not his land but he cares for it and was allowed to build a nice lodge and stone fire-pit for himself there.  It sits upon a giant granite cliff overlooking the life-teeming marsh below.  My part is to visit the little lodge on weekends with my children to swing and rest in the hammock that spans the rustic interior walls.  Once my boss visited from Ireland and was amazed at the way one property would seamlessly roll into the next – “where are the stone walls?” 

Folks here clearly reject the idiom that good fences make good neighbors.  This amiable attitude has been shaped through generations.  My house tells also of their sense of the practical and functional. This morning I passed through the hall of my house where the former wood furnace was centrally placed, once radiating heat in a way that shows an understanding of efficient thermal engineering.  I stepped into boots that are always by the back door. Walking outside, I watched my children making much of fallen branches, black walnuts, and mud.  I wanted to check for deer that rest on pine straw beds in the small forest at the back section of my land.  Arriving there, I looked again at the carved granite stones that were once the foundation of the slave quarters.  This often forces me to better balance the peaceful feel of my community.  The rocks are the foundation to the very worst of human nature.  And that mind-set, like the rocks, is not easily visible but firmly planted and unmoved. 

Have the best Tuesday possible (if you took Monday off)!

Sunday, January 12, 2014

What did these guys talk about...

This is the photo that has inspired the latest project. I think it's cool. But I am a guy who saw the TV show 'Friends' and said, "that won't last."

So I'm cautious with my opinions of cool...let me know if I missed the mark again.

In reality I have tied these guys to Baraboo, Wisconsin. Well, indirectly, for the purpose of telling a story. Much of this story is a mystery to me at present. But there will be two stories that work together throughout the novel. One with scenes back in 1910(ish) and another in our present day.

Have the best Monday possible!

Monday, January 6, 2014

Social Climate Change

Well, Climate is kind of a big thing - not sure we can stop it if it wants to change ;-)

There is a real 'cold-snap' in America this week. And my mind has been on Ukraine - some thoughts specific to a working novel.

Got me thinking of a Ukrainian author I really enjoy reading - for a fun read, I recommend Death and a Penguin - Andrei Kurkov.

He recently posted his winter scene in Kiev. There is some hope there for impacting change. Though I suspect it will always be cold in the winter in Kiev.