Below, my mostly squared away desk, including the keyboard tray I made from original house baseboards.
I feel like I’ll be able to start writing again, now. I’ve found a cluttered desk is the death to productivity. Read up on it, apparently your brain feels like it needs to check everything in the environment before it can focus on the task at hand.
Or, it’s a hold over from my Coast Guard days, when I had to have my Rescue Swimmer gear organized so I could find life-saving equipment at a moment’s notice in the dark, while dripping wet and slightly hypothermic myself.
Speaking of those days, here is a class photo from Coast Guard Aviation Survivalman School.
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I recently was selected for a Bookbub promotion, which introduced the “By the Hands of Men” series to a whole new group of readers.
Some of the reactions have been just marvelous. I hope I am never so jaded by my progress that I lose my sense of gratitude that someone finds my books compelling or entertaining or perhaps even enlightening.
A Six Book Series Worth Reading.
“I have not committed myself to a six book series as I’ve never believed an author could sustain a story and keep it interesting for that long. I was proven wrong by Roy Griffiths with this series which I found myself finding time to read rather than to sleep. I wouldn’t recommend reading …
A little something to look forward to (mine is on the right)…
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The “SmashCut CineFest” film festival happens Thursday. There, I’ll be receiving my “John Milius Screenwriting” award, hosted by Taliesin Nexus, a group of creative folks rather more interested in liberty and freedom than whatever is the woke subject du jour.
I’m hoping I might, just possibly, meet the man himself, the legendary Mr. Milius (whose career I can’t even begin to capture, except to say “Conan,” “Red Dawn,” or “The Wind and the Lion.”). No one’s promised an introduction, and Mr. Milius has been ill recently, but if my life has proven anything to me, it’s that a kid who mostly grew up in Nebraska can – has to – dream.
Still, I’m going to the Dream Factory …
We arrived in Texas in February of 2018. Besides everything else that was part of the move, like starting a new job, throwing bunches of stuff in storage, new Driver’s Licenses, etc, we started work on renovating a historic home in our new hometown (population 652). How historic, we didn’t know. The tax records show it as being built in the late 1930s.
Our down-to-the-studs work on the home became more like archeology. It turns out the back 2/3s of the house was built in 1937, while the front 1/3 is a tacked on old Baptist church from between 1860 – 1880, based on the construction materials and techniques used (rusty iron nails shaped more like splinters, barn-wood, and even …
When you hear someone whinging about needing a safe space to shelter them from the trauma of hearing speech they don’t agree with, refrain from the urge to slap them silly, and have them read this article instead.
Copyright 2019 · Roy M. Griffis – Storyteller
