Child of God and a follower of Christ.
Depression fighter.
Spec Fic writer and artist.
STEAMM lover and a 2A supporter.

These are my stories.

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Study. Practice. Learn. Draw. Write. Breathe. Live.

Gathering and uniting the Forces of the Warriors of Spe C'f Iic.
Bringing understanding. Lighting the darkness. Defending mankind from ancient evil.

Too often, I fail God, but He picks me up, cleans me off, and helps me to continue on the journey of living life, writing, and drawing 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.
Record-breaking earthquakes hit Klamath Falls, Oregon, and Seattle, Washington while I lived in those areas as well. Much of my writing takes 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."
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 and artist.


For the thing I greatly feared has come upon me, And what I dreaded has happened to me.
I am not at ease, nor am I quiet; I have no rest, for trouble comes.”

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.

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 31:3-6 King James Version

He has filled him with the Spirit of God, in wisdom and understanding, in knowledge and all manner of workmanship, to design artistic works, to work in gold and silver and bronze, in cutting jewels for setting, in carving wood, and to work in all manner of artistic workmanship. Ex35:31-32 NKJV

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



21 December 2022

13 Years

Happy Winter Solstice.  It's been 13 years since I published my very first blog article.

My blog is 13 years old, and I haven't published an article for almost ½ that time.  

And prior to posting in 2016, I hadn't posted for 3 years. 

I started this blog as an attempt to help me get my writing done.  I guess it didn't work out so well. 

 

As I write this article (OCT 4, 2022 – 9:42 AM) I am in Facebook jail for another 24 days.  So I am hoping I will get a number of blog posts written that I can schedule for future publishing.  I have written some on my "I Werewolf."  I'm trying to figure out how to turn my "Blood of Patriots," in my "Twilight's Last Gleaming" series into SpecFic rather than leave it as a simple near-future thriller. 

 

In my last post, I said my drawing journey started 28 years ago in 1994.  And yet my writing journey started 50 years ago, in 1972, when I was 12 years old, and in 7th grade.  My science teacher gave us an assignment to write a short story.  I can't remember if the story was specifically to be science fiction, but mine was.  It was based on all the comic books I had read, and two kids got superpowers after being radiated by a meteorite that had crashed to earth in the middle of town. 

 

That short story was 11 pages long and a day late.  My instructor told me he really liked the story, but because it was late he had to lower my grade to a "B." It was that short science fiction story for a science class, not a writing  been class, that got me started on my hero's journey, but I rejected the call to adventure for a very long time. 

 

In high school, I took all the science electives I could, but I also took all the extra Writing class electives I could take, this included having to journal every day.  In high school, I didn't want to blog my thoughts and feelings and have my teacher read it.  So I journaled things like "well, here I am journaling.  don't know what to write, but I've gotta write something."  Imagine 15 mins of journaling that every day. 

 

I ended up having to take a 5th year of high school.  It was during that time that the entire school system was given a special test.  Based on my scores my high school counselor called in my mom and me, and told us that I was really smart, but a late bloomer, and I was put into a special program.  In this Quest program I was assigned any teacher I wanted to work one-on-one in a  mentorship program.  

 

When I was asked who I wanted to work with I told them, "Mr. Capra," who was my writing teacher at the time.  Unfortunately the depression I've dealt with my entire life kept me from being to get any extra work done, so I wasn't able to take advantage of my high test scores, and being enrolled I the Quest program with a writing mentor. 

 

Later in college I started journalling again.  This time for real.  I journaled by hand and kept my pages in a 3-ring binder.  I did this until about 20 years ago (+/-), at which time I started journaling in word documents, one document for each year.  I did this until 2015, and used OneNote to journal for two years.  It was also in 2016 that I started drawing in my sketchbooks.  I also used these same sketchbooks to journal in and it seems that may be why I no longer used OneNote to continue journaling. 

 

And that brings me back to my drawing sketchbooks.  Going through the old sketchbook pages got me wanting to start journaling again, and to even start blogging again.  I'm also drawing again.

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