About Me, writing

Write A Book!?

A voice boomed inside my head several years ago. Write a book!

Of course this voice came to me in the bathroom of all places….greatest source of ideas for thinkers, aside from dreams and long quiet walks, that is!

I ignored it. I write for a living…mundane and boring and precise writing mind you. But not for entertainment…well, at least not for a long time. What I have written could fill volumes…. Specifications and requirements to capture the visions of others and make them understandable for the magicians behind the code.

Why would I write….a book?! I kept pushing that voice aside. Not now. Not ever. Not, well, maybe.

I am still trying to figure it out. I haven’t written any books yet. But I started this site to push myself to find what I’d enjoy writing about. I hope you, the reader, are enjoying the journey with me. Some fantasy, some fiction, some travel, some things just out of this crazy head of mine!

I also returned to a long lost interest in reading too…I was recently engrossed in a series called Echo (https://dirtyscifibuddha.com/ aka Kent Wayne – Thanks for the trip!) If you like military fighting, mixed with mysticism, mixed with self discovery, check it out.

So, I’ll let you know if, no, when, I write that book. Sometimes we have to listen to that voice in our head, that beat in our heart, that tingle in our gut, to find the right direction.

At least now, I’m listening.

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Building Chrysocolla

— A Snippet on World Building —

Sally and Jim strolled along the newly opened Hamblin space port, so named for its shape inspired by arches on Earth. A laser projected banner waved “Welcome to Aurora, Capital of Chrysocolla” in the distance. The transports here landed with ease; their smooth shiny silver and white exteriors catch rays of the sun and reflect them with each rotation and movement through the atmosphere. The transports are triangular in shape mimicking small gliders, similar to the NASA space shuttle program of Earth from centuries ago. Small transports hold 15 or fewer passengers and had one engine; larger transports have three or more engines.

Jim was astonished with the view. He and Sally had ridden on the transports to Chrysocolla when they first arrived, but he had never seen so many in one place. “Well, I guess people need to travel.” Most people relied on transports to make their way from the one landmass to the other on this planet as well as to the interstellar port which orbited the planet.

Sally couldn’t believe how much change occurred in two decades. They saw Chrysocolla grow from small towns into the massive cities which now took over the prime real estate along the coast. Twenty years ago, settlers would arrive on a single transport every few months and there was no formal “port” for arrival. Now the settlers came in droves daily, meaning more processes to check them in and to ensure contaminants were not brought to the planet.

Sally and Jim’s visitors arrived from the interstellar port. Sally and Jim explained the history of Chrysocolla when their visiting family arrived.

The purple red sky darkened as the sun set and the orbiting moons illuminated the land full and bright. Chrysocolla has two moons, one containing a surplus of minerals. The other contains ice, vital for the survival on Chrysocolla.

Chrysocolla is smaller than Earth by about half. The settlers of Chrysocolla distributed themselves across each of the land masses. Here there are four main continents and a string of islands which circumvent the planet. The planet is also forming new islands from underwater volcanos. Two of the continents extend down from each poles, and the two other continents extend out from a central island found on the equator. Chrysocolla has a variety of climates which were similar to Earth’s.

The capital city of Chrysocolla is Aurora, located on the central island. It is so named due to it being the first city founded by the humans when they landed. Aurora is a beautiful city where the sun rose as well as sat like clockwork every 12 hours. The city originally started as a settler’s village and grew from there. Today it is home to beautifully architected towers which afford the privileged with amazing views of the sunrises and sunsets over the blue-green waters, along with the bountiful lands surrounding the city.

The stars of Chrysocolla do not look anything like the stars of Earth. Settlers would often become confused and disassociated with their locations, no longer able to rely on the North star, Orion‘s belt or any other constellation which made sense to them. Attempts were made by early astrologers to reverse engineer and define similar constellations but it appears that none of the stars would ever fall into the same alignment. When humans would look into the sky it appears the stars are all moving in different directions almost like we are nearing the center of a galaxy with the distant suns constantly changing around us. This is unlike Earth’s stars where, for thousands of years, they have moved in slow predictive patterns humans could decipher.

Chrysocolla was chosen by the humans to settle due to its mild climate and similar growing seasons as those of earth. It is located in the perfect position from the sun to encourage year-round production of foods. It’s soil is fertile and varied. The mountainous regions host the ability to grow teas and coffee, necessary non-potent elixirs for the human race. Chrysocolla also contains wide open plains where barley, wheat, corn and other crops are grown for consumption. Humans also brought with them knowledge of agriculture and of terraforming land to meet our needs. In low-lying boggy areas we figured out how to plant and grow rice, cranberries, and peat. The grasslands also contain areas to raise livestock, however livestock here is diminutive in size to that on Earth. Cattle grow to be the same size as a sheep. It is a commodity which only the rich and well-to-do can afford. Most inhabitants survived on chicken, fish and beans, if any protein at all. Endemic flora are more brightly colored than it’s equivalents from Earth, which make for beautiful displays during blooming seasons and better tasting foods for eating.

The seas cover 80% of the planet. However, humans find it difficult to travel on the open seas except in the calmest of situations. The two moons create rough seas and prohibit much sea travel. Only the strongest cargo ships make it between the lands. Satellites were deployed so a similar methodology of GPS is available however it didn’t help in those places where the skies are still dark. Additionally, satellites deployed by the settlers had issues mapping the sea floors due to some interference which appeared to be generated from the planet’s core. The seas, with the two moons, drive the rotation of Chrysocolla on its axis. The seas are plentiful with seafood similar to that of Earth, but had other wonderous creatures as well. There is a race of humanoid-like beings living in the seas, commonly referred to as Mermaids and Mermen by settlers. Contact with these beings is limited to date, but we are aware of each other’s existence.


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El Avion

Costa Rica – 2015

We happened upon a restaurant as we left our day at Manuel Antonio. It was called El Avion. It was a unique restaurant built around a plane with a bit of a scandalous history.

The host escorted us to a table overlooking the coast and the Pacific Ocean. We ordered drinks and relaxed after our trek through the park. I looked over photos of the sloth and the monkeys eating and dropping termites from the trees, along with the beautiful scenery I captured. My attention shifted.

I looked over the mountainside and watched macaws fly by and settle in the treetops. I turned my attention towards the restaurant. It appeared to be made out of local hardwoods. We sat in an open air section; the cross breeze was refreshing as was my iced drink on this hot and humid afternoon.

I sat there, looking at the fuselage of the plane the restaurant was built around. I watched a man playing with his two kids, going in and out of the plane and walking around the restaurant. It brought a smile to my face, although I am not sure why. Kids just make me smile sometimes.

I sighed a bit, then turned my attention back to my adventuring cohort. Our meal was served and hit the spot. I continued looking out over the lush vegetation below us, amazed by its beauty.

A rainstorm rolled by, refreshing the air. The water poured off the side of the building, splashing down. I could get entranced watching rain fall. I wished to linger longer in this place; it felt familiar to me.

However, it was getting late and we needed to go. We finished up paying and headed to our little car to find our way back to Playa Bejuco to join the rest of our party.

A nice memory from a great trip.

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Answers?

Perseverance rover landed on Mars today.

Will we find evidence of life, now or in the past?

Does this start the race towards our future or are we looking into our past?

Are we just stardust, assembled and reassembled throughout the ages?

Do we all have past lives, future lives, and entwined existences in the here and now?

Is there such a thing as a soul, a life force?

Do we have a reason for being, a reason for longing, a reason for life?

So many questions; will we ever find the answers?

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Busting Plateau One

Four miles everyday, 10,000 steps. Everyday.

17 pounds down in 5 weeks, 22 overall,

Now a 2 week plateau. I feel like a yo-yo.

Pushing through heel pain.

Icing doesn’t help.

Forced to rest.

Swelling and pain ease.

Half workouts for now.

Finally!

Movement on the scale in the right direction.

Not giving up!!! Time to mix things up…

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Finding Who We Are

Interesting thoughts fill my mind. As I age, I find I am removing layers that adulthood has placed on me as a person.

I think back to simpler times, happier times, and although I keep moving forward, I find that the rediscovery of cherished memories help me define where I want to go.

Recently, someone asked if a teenager could even know what they want out of life. It makes me think.

As we go through school, we layer on the expectations, education, and grow.

We move into adulthood and go into service, college, and work. We add on more expectations, more knowledge.

Some marry, some don’t, some have children and we layer on more experience and learn to appreciate other people’s needs in some cases. We take on obligations and make promises as well.

But, are we growing or layering and covering up our true selves?

I hope it is a mix personally. The child who loved to swim and walk in nature can still find peace when in the pool or on the trail as an adult. A person can stand in their home and realize all they have doesn’t really define who they are and can start to shed it all to get to where they want to be. The woman who has struggled her whole life with emotions and self-doubt can grow and learn from them, and appreciate how those same emotions can guide her to find her true self.

Promises and obligations should be kept, especially to children and parents who deserve all of the love and care in the world. Sacrifices still will be made.

But, I look at my parents and grandparents; contrasting their lives. Both sets of my grandparents met in school, married, faced trials and tribulations, but stuck through the rough years and both surpassed 50+ years of marriage.

My parents met at roughly the same age, but as they grew, they changed and needed to go separate paths to find their own ways through life, finding different partners better suited for their vision, even with a child in the mix.

Each person’s path on this journey called life is different. We have to respect that if nothing else.

Here’s to the journey, for it may not be straight, hopefully it isn’t always boring, and may it lead us to better places, whether that life was imagined at age 14 or discovered at 75 or a blend somewhere in between.

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Break In – Chapter 7

“Is Officer Tatum in?” Carol asked the officer at the counter and nervously tapped her short nails. The deputy looked her over and waved her back to his office.

“Bill, hey, I needs some information. A little background on this whole fiasco at Shana Lee’s place. Could you help?”

Officer Tatum looked at Carol with a perplexed look. “What do you mean background? Shana dropped all charges, there’s nothing more to cover.”

Carol had to decide quickly how much to reveal to Bill. She hemmed a bit before continuing on. “Can you just help me close out the facts on the original arrest of John and, more minorly, the night his vehicle was vandalized? I want to confirm I have the right dates.” She handed her notes to Bill.

Bill looked her notes over, and looked back at Carol. He knew she was digging for more information for some reason, but hadn’t put why together yet. “Well, I can help you with the vandalization, but John was arrested by the county police, so I don’t have any of that information. You’ll have to head over to the county seat to get any details there.”

Carol smiled, she was getting somewhere with her research. At least she didn’t hit a brick wall.

Bill looked up the case number in the computer. “Carol, this is a very old case. It was a paper file according to the system and was never fully scanned in. Unfortunately, we had a fire a couple years ago, those case records are long gone.”

Carol grimaced. “Does the system at least give a date? Maybe I can find some info out another way.” Really, all she needed was the date to confirm her suspicion that the diary was Johanna’s.

“The file here says March 23, 1999. But that’s the day it was filed. Looks like it was March 22nd, or that weekend at least,” Bill commented. “Heck, that was the year after I graduated!”

Carol looked at Bill. He appeared much older than a man approaching 40. His hair was already mostly grey with just a few remnants of brown.

But that date ties to the journal’s dates. “Bill, thank you. That’s just the information I need!” Carol stuck out her hand and gave him an enthusiastic shake.

Bill wasn’t sure why Carol was, well, ecstatic with just the date. He looked at her puzzled. “Just be careful out there. Not sure what your getting into, but stay out of trouble.”

Carol smiled, but it wasn’t time to reveal her hand just yet. She was still putting together the pieces. “Sure. Will do. Thanks again, Bill!” With that she waved a farewell to him and headed out the door.

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Accidental Hike

It was 2004. Unemployed for the second time in a year and a half, I found myself needing to get away from the job search for an afternoon. Nature walks have always calmed me. So, I picked up my camera and decided to head over to the Alafia River park. It offered some fresh air and a much needed escape from the frustrations of a job search.

I parked my car at the Equestrian Trail entrance. It was marked with a hiking marker, so it wasn’t just for horses. I located a map and had planned a small loop I estimated would take about an hour, along the east end of the park, jumping between the blue, white, and green trails.

As I started out, the trail took me alongside some fishing ponds to the property line of a neighboring ranch. Cows dotted the pastureland adjoining the trail. I took my camera and focused in on a black cow with a white egret on its back in the distant field, capturing the moment and then continued on my walk around the edge of the ranch.

I heard a rustle nearby. Ahead of me, at a bend in the trail, a large steer with crooked horns peered at me. We were separated by a fence, but he watched me as I walked by, snapping shots. His horns made him look confused, as if he were asking a question.

I walked a little further along and found a shady spot to stop and take a drink of water. I looked around at the time, and thought I should have already come to my turn for the white trail, but did not recall seeing any markers. I must have misjudged the distance, so I continued on the blue trail, watching for any markers.

Along the way, I snapped some photos of a few birds, dragonflies, and butterflies. This was back in the day of film cameras, so I tried to limit my shots. I contemplated doubling back on my walk, but knowing I had already walked for an hour and a half, reconsidered and kept moving forward.

The trail led me to a clearing with no shade. At this point, I knew I had missed my turnoff. I spied some powerlines off in the distance and made my way to them. These would lead me back to the road along side the park hopefully.

An osprey flew overhead. I captured a couple shots and pushed on. I wished I had a way to figure out exactly where I was, but this was in the days where cellphones were just phones, not the smart phone contraptions. That, and there was no signal on my Nokia anyway to make a call.

I could hear traffic off in the distance and continued towards the sound. Finally, I saw a truck pass by on the road ahead. I knew I was headed in the right direction after what was now at least 3 hours of walking. As I approached the road, the trail I was on split into two directions.

Again, I guessed wrong, thinking I had doubled back on my walk, and headed westward along the trail. In 20 minutes, I found myself at the main entrance of the park. Relieved, but more than a mile from my car, I walked up to the ranger station.

Sweaty, thirsty, and exhausted, I asked for assistance from one of the rangers to get back to my car. The ranger smiled a knowing smile. “It happens all the time. Do you remember where you parked?”

I nodded, too tired to blush or be embarrassed, and muttered “The Equestrian Trail entrance.” The ranger drove me back over to the car. I climbed in my hot car, and blasted the AC. I was never more happy to have an air conditioned car in my life. My one-hour walk had turned into a four-hour unplanned hike. This is where I learned my first hiking alone lessons — always bring water and a snack, know your route, and when possible, don’t go it alone!

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Seven Falls

It was a cold winter’s day after in Colorado. She was visiting on a whirlwind trip and falling in love with being in the Springs.

Bundled in a sweater, jeans, and shoes good enough to walk in the ice, she walked into the Seven Falls attraction with her main reason for her visit.

As they stepped out into the basin, a wintery scene appeared all around them. The snow had paused, but the falls were mostly frozen. Snow dusted areas in shade.

They decided to climb up the steep staircase to get a better view, stopping to take a photo now and then. The falls dripped icy cold water in places and they could see the water running in some places under the ice crust.

It was chilly, so she huddled against his back, stealing some of his warmth, and holding his belt buckle to steady herself as he kept her going up.

The craggy rocks and evergreen pines filled in the scene around the falls. They ascended to a platform and wondered at the scenery for a bit.

The snow began to softly fall as they descended back down the staircase. She grew sad, as her trip was going too fast. She could only hope that she’d make it back here someday.

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Swimming with Sharks!

I stood on the back of the dive boat, ready to take that great big stride. Below, ominous shapes of sharks swam back and forth. Our guide insisted they would not harm us, but their black shadows were unnerving.

Settle to the bottom, line up, and enjoy the show, I repeated in my head. The viz was amazing in the clear blue waters off of the John Pennekamp Coral Reef State Park. My first certified dive, and we do it with sharks!

My heart pounded as I took the leap. The water however provided a different solitude than being above the ocean. No sounds of waves smacking the boat. No birds squawking overhead. Just the sound of my own breath and the bubbles coming from the regulator as I exhaled.

My diving partner was already ahead of me so I sunk down beside her and settled in. The rest of our group lined up as well. Our instructor descended with a bucket of chum, feeding our friendly sharks.

I was amused. The sharks looked like hungry kittens, each trying to get some treats from the bucket. It was obvious these sharks knew the routine!

As the sharks swam around, we were encouraged to stroke their sandpaper like skin. Some of our class had to be instructed to keep their hands balled up — no one wanted to lose any fingers. The sharks were harmless nurse sharks, but they still could bite!

Nearby, a barracuda hung out, enjoying any treats that floated his way. Looking back, he was scarier than the sharks.

Eventually, our new friends moved along and our dive soon ended. We ascended back to the boat and headed off to our second dive site for the day. This was an adventure never to be forgot.