I was listening to Roberta Flack sing, Killing Me Softly with His Song, this morning and it dawned on me that life was "killing me slowly with its song." I wasn't depressed with this revelation; rather, I was filled with thanks and appreciation for such a full and exciting life. Of course, I have made mistakes along the way and not just a few, but who hasn't?
It's not like I think I am going to croak tomorrow or something. Hell, I have yet begun to fight! It's just that sometimes I believe we should stop and smell the roses, like the old saying goes. I don't know about you, but life seems to be traveling about the speed of light these days, and as I get older, I feel like I'm going to break the light speed barrier at any moment.
Maybe all this melancholy is happening because my high school class reunion is coming up in May of 2011. Good grief, chief, I never expected to make it to the year 2000, let alone to my 50th class reunion! I know, as a newbie author, I am not supposed to give away my age. But, you know what? Screw the system, I have swum upstream my whole life, and I'm not going to stop now. I am what I am and that's the whole of it.
I also know that blogs are supposed to be helpful, but sometimes mine are not. I apologize for that. I can only hope that someone will read this and get the message that life is really a wonderful experience, even with the hard times and emotional roller-coaster rides.
I say go to the reunion, ignore the old folks there, and hang out with the young at heart. Might as well kick up the heels to some classic rock-and-roll and act like a teen again. We will have the rest of our lives to recover from our hurting knees and backs....
I'm just saying,
Mittster
Senin, 06 Desember 2010
Let There Be Four
While I am writing my third murder mystery, The Phoenix Code, which will complete the trilogy, I am also working on the storyboard for a book idea that rattled around in my head thirty years ago.At the time, desktop IBM computers and word processing were in their infancy. Besides, I had no clue how to touch type and writing with paper and pen was way too boring. In other words, I was still too immature to take writing seriously. I did manage to write a few chapters in a notebook, but my girlfriend at the time found the notebook and freaked. She accused me of plotting to murder her in a most foul way and we broke up. I didn't realize, at the time, that my writing was good enough to fool a very smart lady and probably was good enough to publish, in theory. There was no such thing as "publish on demand" in those days.
The title of the book idea is Vectus, and without giving the story away, I can say that the brutal killer is thought to be supernatural in nature. He, or she, may well be supernatural, but the only way you are going to find out is to read the book when it comes out next year.
This much is for sure. You can expect a story that is terrifying and way to close too home for comfort!
Write on,
Mittster
Sabtu, 04 Desember 2010
A Christmas Season Wish
Kamis, 02 Desember 2010
Dreamland
This picture was taken on Maui: Left to Right; Tony, Carol, Mitt, Sandy, Chris, Shannon and Jay.Memories like this are some of the things that make life so special.
I love you all.... Lets do it again soon!
Mittster
Remembering
high school chum Bob Thompson sent me this e-mail:
"I once knew a set of identical twins . WE rode Cushman scooters, swam and fished in Peckstien reservoir. cruised in a black SHOEBOX Ford that had flamed black and white tuck and roll, got BUSTED at the illegal Hourglass drags races out by Mirimar (Me- your POP- Walt and you.) I hope this is not a veiled biography of later days?????
Bob"
Memories flooded into my mind like fine wine and warmed my sense's with youthful recollections of wonderful times gone by. Bob also attached great pictures of his current classic cars, but I was unable to upload the pictures here. He always had the neatest cars in high school!
We look forward to our 50th. high school reunion in 2011, so we can reminisce in person while dancing to rock and roll music and acting like teenagers again.
Would I go back? No, I like who I am and where I am at now. But, it is nice to remember the good times and take the mental time machine back to a gentler era when things were so simple and life was innocent.
Write on,
Mittster
Selasa, 30 November 2010
Eat this!
I have a friend in the UP of Michigan who is really, I mean really, afraid of zombies. Well, I am here to tell her that zombies are not real. They have never been real nor will they ever be real.
On the other hand, cannibals are real, and the history books are crammed full of historical facts proving the validity of cannibalism even up to and including modern time. There are cannibal clubs in America in which the members really eat human flesh! The pictures are so gross I could not show them here.
The American population is at great risk from modern cannibals. They stalk us during the night and the unlucky ones disappear without a trace. Bones are much easier to hide than a whole body. There is no escape, no compassion, no returning from the curse of the cannibals.
There, now don't you feel better. I have cured your zombie phobia forever! What are friends for?
Write on,
Mittster
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