The room after life

the room after life

The caffeine delivery system wasn’t working as efficiently as normal. Here was the soothing hot water with its familiar taste warming the back of his mouth, but the morning fog wasn’t lifting. The jolt of go-get-them wasn’t jolting. It all just didn’t seem as urgent as before.

The events of the last 48 hours hardly seemed real. The visit by the mysterious stranger, the delivery of the unbelievable package, and the struggle for sanity – it all melted into one confusing ball that seemed beyond his reason to suss out.

He took another sip of the coffee, then buried his upper lip into the mug to pull in a full gulp. Come ON, brain, he commanded silently, make all this make sense. If the puzzle wasn’t solved by 10 o’clock this morning, the courier would go back without what they were demanding of him, and the game would be lost. Continue reading

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you made you what you are today

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“You made me what I am today, Mentor.”

“Me? Are you kidding?” Mentor said. “Haven’t you paid attention? This –” resting a hand on the hero’s chest – “this you were born with, endowed by our Creator with the power to speak, to act, to make your life and the lives of others better with your gifts.”

“But you –”

“I’ve been here to enlighten you to help you discover your gifts and how to use them. I’ve encouraged you to get out there and see what you’ve got. Maybe I’ve entertained you to make sure you were having fun while you learned about yourself. But you did the work, you did the training, you built yourself into who you are, kid. I didn’t make you. I just showed you the way.

“So many others out there are waiting for permission – waiting for someone else to tell them who they are, when the miracle of themselves is right there already, waiting to be discovered. You didn’t wait, kid. You went out there and empowered yourself. Thanks for the vote of confidence – it means I did a good job of pointing the way and then getting OUT of the way – because YOU made you what you are today – and don’t let any well-meaning fool tell you otherwise.”

4 role models

4 role models

People I have wanted to be when I grow up:

Ray Bradbury, Paul Harvey, Kenneth Robeson (Lester Dent), e.e. cummings …

The truth? That’s pretty much the whole list.

Bradbury, for the way his words dance.

Harvey, for the voice and the storytelling.

Dent, for writing 180 novels in 180 months, give or take.

cummings, a long time ago, for being free.

There are many, many others I admire,

and many many others I would emulate if I had the chops –

but BE? Who did I want to be? Those guys.

Now that I “am” grown up, I still do.

Bradbury, Harvey and Dent showed up for work. They did what they did all the time for as long as they were able. (I never learned much about cummings and his work habits – or I’ve forgotten – but I bet he did, too.)

I want to be that guy. Those guys.

What a ride it has been.

What a ride it will be.

The monster under the bed

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“I’m the monster under the bed,” the boy cried.

“That’s nice,” said Mom. “What makes you a monster?”

“Well, I – I roar and I scare little boys.”

“You ARE a little boy,” she said. “Do you scare yourself?”

He looked thoughtful. “Sometimes.”

This gave Mom pause.

“Why do you scare yourself?”

“Well – that’s what monsters do! I wouldn’t be much of a monster if I didn’t scare myself sometimes.”

“OK, how do you scare people?”

“I don’t want to scare YOU, Mom.”

“Oh, come on, I like being scared.”

“You do?”

“It can be fun.”

“Well – I eat them.”

“You eat people?”

“Yep.”

“How do you get your mouth big enough to eat someone?”

“I think that’s what scares them.”

“Oh, this I gotta see.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Come on, son, scare me.”

“You won’t like it.”

“I promise, I’ll like it. It sounds cute.”

“Well, OK.”

Dad came home a few hours later.

“Where’s Mom?” he asked the little boy, who shrugged and crawled under the bed.

“What are you doing under the bed, son?”

“Come see.”

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a sound tells a story

[thump thump thump]

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… there? …

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2X2L calling CQ New York – Isn’t there anyone on the air? Isn’t there anyone on the air? Isn’t there anyone?

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