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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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.



I am a Speculative Fiction writer who is a Christian and struggles with depression, which, until recently, went undiagnosed since at least high school.

Sometimes, way too often, I fail God, but He picks me up, cleans me up, 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 am again working on 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.

16 February 2010

Beauty From Ashes

I’ve been kindda bummed out recently, and have let it affect my blogging and other writing. I think I have finally recognized what is causing me to feel so crummy.

In DEC a friend died, and I attended his funeral. Early JAN marks the death of my mom. Late JAN marks the murder of a co-worker. Valentine’s Day marks my brother’s choking accident and his subsequent brain damage. FEB also marks the murder of my cousin’s son. MAR marks 4 years since I changed churches and marks 4 ½ years since being able to see my extended family.

So why am I writing about this? Because it affects who I am and how much effort I put into writing articles for this blog, as well as the other writing I am doing. A few days ago I got into my dashboard and started fooling around with the design and layout of the blog. I added some images and linked them to some of my favorite sites, removing the link from the blog list. I fiddle-faddled around, while trying to think of something “meaningful” to write and post – nothing came to me.

At the same time I had been involved in a Facebook discussion about facing intruders in the home and it reminded me of something that happened to me so I sat down and started recording that story. In the middle of editing “Midnight Snacks,” and in the middle of fiddling around with the layout I decided I needed to post “SOMETHING” so I posted the first two paragraphs below as part one of “Midnight Snacks,” thinking this would help me to sit down and write something more “relevant.”

Time passed and I still never came up with anything I saw as having value. Last night was prayer meeting, and I was thinking about all the death and other losses in my family, and mentioned them for prayer. Today I made a quick FB post, and then started thinking that maybe I should post this here on the blog.

So there you have it – a bit about me and who I am, and what makes me tick, what affects my stories and how. Seeing as how I have posted part one of “Midnight Snacks,” I will see about doing another edit and posting part two by the beginning of next week.

A quote I am trying to remember was posted on Spirit 105.3's  facebook page, - A good attitude and the right focus help us to handle life joyfully, even though it doesn’t change our circumstances. So what’s unseen and eternal that we can look at? The character of God is an excellent place to focus. He is good, He is just, He is forgiving, and He is faithful. Pondering God’s character can give us joy in the midst of our struggles. — Anne Cetas.

And in checking FB to get the above quote I saw that a friend posted: “DeWayne, just remember, in your weakness He is strong. He will carry you through.” My response is that by posting this and admitting these things affect me and that I am indeed weak, that God can then indeed work through my weakness.

God Bless.

09 February 2010

MIDNIGHT SNACKS

PART ONE

The voices in the living room awakened me from an already fitful sleep. I’d gone to bed early – had an accounting test the next morning for which I wanted to be well rested. I’d left my summer term college roommate, and his female visitor chatting in the living room, and wished they’d argue a little bit quieter, and felt like going out and yelling at them, but that would only wake me up even more, so I tried to ignore them.

Rolling back over and trying to ignore the voices, I hoped to get back to sleep. Recognizing that the voices were NOT those of my roommate and the girl that had been visiting him, and becoming more alert, any hope of drifting back to slumber land eluded me. Listening rather intently at this point to determine if it was our next-door neighbor, also a college student staying in the same apartment complex for the summer term I determined it wasn’t him either. Growing concerned I tried to place the voices in the room on the other side of my bedroom wall, and pondered what to do.