In which I discuss being a Child of God, a Christ follower who fights depression,

who writes Spec Fic, makes photographic images, and is studying art and illustration,

who is a STEAM lover, math and computer tutor, and a 2A supporter.


My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the King;
my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer. - Psalm 45:1 King James Version

And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us,
And establish the work of our hands for us;
Yes, establish the work of our hands. -Psalm 90:17

And I have filled him with the spirit of God, in wisdom,
and in understanding,
and in knowledge,
and in all manner of workmanship,
To devise cunning works, …
to work in all manner of workmanship.
… and in the hearts of all that are wise hearted I have put wisdom,
that they may make all that I have commanded ... - Ex 31:3 King James Version

The heavens declare the glory of God;
and the firmament sheweth his handywork. - Psalm 19:1 King James Version

By the word of the Lord were the heavens made;
and all the host of them by the breath of his mouth. - Psalm 33:6 King James Version

Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
Or ever You had formed the earth and the world,
Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God. - Psalm 90:1-2

Thou, even thou, art Lord alone;
thou hast made heaven, the heaven of heavens,
with all their host, the earth,
and all things that are therein,
the seas, and all that is therein,
and thou preservest them all;
and the host of heaven worshippeth thee. - Nehemiah 9:6 King James Version

For, lo, he that formeth the mountains,
and createth the wind,
and declareth unto man what is his thought,
that maketh the morning darkness,
and treadeth upon the high places of the earth,
The LORD, The God of hosts, is his name. - Amos 4:13 King James Version

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Bringing understanding. Lighting the darkness. Defending mankind from ancient evil.


My heart is sore pained within me:
and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me,
and horror hath overwhelmed me.
I will call upon God;
and the Lord shall save me.
Evening, and morning, and at noon,
will I pray, and cry aloud:
and he shall hear my voice.




Sometimes, way too often, I fail God, but He picks me up, cleans me off, and helps me to continue on the journey of living life and writing for Him.

My childhood home was Alaska, where I had a fair share of adventures, and misadventures, including surviving the largest recorded earthquake to hit the North American continent.

I attended college in Oregon, and currently reside in the Seattle area. Many of my Works in Progress take place in the beautiful Pacific Northwest.

In 2nd grade I became an avid reader, and in 7th grade I began the struggle with myself, and God, of whether or not I wanted to accept the title "Writer."

Since JAN 2016 I've been taking Prozac and I use this blog as a way for me to get myself to work on self-assigned writing projects,

a way to encourage myself to get on with the adventure of being a Spec Fic writer.

21 December 2009

REFLECTIONS

The following is an article I wrote for the "Reflections" group at my church in 2007

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Thoughts race through my mind faster than I can type – or even record them on tape, as I tried earlier. I started attending a writing group at the Bothell, WA library Friday, 07 SEP 07, and Saturday, 22 SEP 07 I started going to a group called “Reflections” at Cedar Park Assembly of God Church. It is for people who want to leave a written legacy to their family. Those who have already been regularly attending had written, and read, several interesting stories about what they did this summer, and I am hoping to use these ramblings to get my thoughts in some semblance of order to present to both groups.

Thoughts race through my mind covering everything from childhood to recent events, and I am having a very difficult time focusing on what to write about. I believe this is from both having started attending these writing groups recently, and also from having stopped taking melatonin / valaerin to help me sleep. I have always had an over-active imagination and someone suggested taking melatonin, and it did indeed help me sleep. However, and this is a big “however,” when I take the melatonin (or valaerin, which somebody else suggested) not only does it help me sleep, it has the side-affect of killing my creativity. So I have stopped taking the pills for the last two nights, and indeed I am back to being kept up half the night with my imagination running wild. I will just have to decide whether or not this is the price I am willing to pay in order to do creative writing again. I tried before to stop taking the pills, but at that time I had not been trying to get back into doing any writing, so I just decided it wasn’t worth being kept up all night.

Thoughts race through my mind faster than I can organize them, thoughts about the numerous stories I have left in various states of incompleteness, ranging from a mere idea I jotted down a slip of paper, through some assignment for college that I handed in and never tried to do anything else with, through projects that I have snippets from various scenes recorded but I have not worked out plotting or characterization, through what am I going to try to write about to leave as a legacy. I am hoping that attending the writing groups and trying to spill my thoughts in these ramblings will help me to get my thoughts organized and headed in a specific direction, in order to get going on some of these ideas / projects.

So since these ramblings are partially a result of joining a group where we are supposed to be writing a legacy to leave to our families, and 2 of my 5 nieces enjoy writing (and know I enjoy writing, and have therefore asked me to read their work), I’ll start by telling you all about my interest in writing. I first started to like writing in 7th grade while attending Seward Grade school in Seward, Alaska, let’s see…that would make it 1972, 35 years ago. But wait, the story actually starts 5 years earlier in 2nd grade when I got placed in a remedial reading class (of all things – when I was in 9th grade I was tested and found to have a 12th grade, 6 month reading level). As I sat and listened to my classmates reading, stammering and unsure of themselves, I was leaping ahead in the book (“See Dick and Jane “), keeping the page being read aloud bookmarked with one finger and every time I heard the rustle of leaves, I would pause in my own reading, and flip back and make sure I was still keeping the correct pages marked, then plunge ahead with my own reading. Every so often the teacher, Miss Enatti, would call on me, “DeWayne, would you read the next page please.” With a sigh I would mark my own personal pages, and go back to read where the last student had left off, and then when finished go back to where I had been in my own adventures in reading. Ever after I was a voracious reader, reading everything from “Tom Swift,” “The Hardy Boy’s” and “Nancy Drew,” to science fiction (please it is not “sci-fi” unless it is a grade “B” movie from Hollywood), and yes - comic books, to Greek, Roman, and all mythologies I could get my hands on, folk tales, Aesop’s Fables, and Grimm’s Fairy Tales, to eventually getting my hand’s on Tolkein’s The Hobbit, and The Lord of the Rings,” and inhaling them 4 times (so far).

It is certain that all this reading affected my writing during that 7th grade writing assignment. The assignment was to write a short (2 page) science fiction story. This assignment was not handed out by my writing teacher, but by my science instructor of all people. My story ended up being eleven pages long, and a day late. My instructor told me he liked the story, but he would have to give me a “B,” instead of an “A,” since it was late. It was this assignment that first sparked the embers of my interest in creative writing, and the many more that followed throughout high school and college only added fuel to the smoldering desire of my wanting to write.

Although I have enjoyed creative writing since 7th grade, I never tried to do anything with what I wrote, but my councilor told me that I should try submitting my work. She also said her friend had had problems getting any writing done until joining a writers group, and suggested maybe I should try finding a writing group to join that would give me a swift kick to do more writing, and to do something with what I write. Well, here I am – six months later (procrastination is a terrible thing to waste) having joined two writing groups that I had not looked for, but found despite myself.

Thoughts race through my mind, thoughts about the writing groups. Will they do me any good?? Will they do my writing any good?? Will I do anything with what I write?? Will I ever finish these ramblings?? Only time will tell. In another 35 years (if this world is still around) we’ll see what kind of legacy I will have managed to leave my 5 nieces and 2 nephews.

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