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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.
“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 …
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 …
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.
Saw “Godzilla King of Monsters” with my son last night. There are only 2 possible reviews of this alleged cinematic masterpiece.
Shakespeare: “Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
Hobbes: “And people say that foreign film is inaccessible.”
My mood (“spirits” as they are sometimes called) is a bit subdued. If you saw the previous post about Mother’s Day, pretty sure it seems reasonable. But add to that the lingering bedamned cold and the fact I have a gall-bladder removal scheduled (after about ten years of mysterious double-me-over pain striking at random intervals), then yeah, I could be excused for feeling less gleeful than usual.
On the other hand, my lovely wife has been planning a new office for me at the historic home we are renovating, and it was finally revealed in all of its Coast Guard-themed glory this week.
Above, I’m standing beside a “Quilt of Valor” made by a dear friend in California. In …
4H day is tomorrow, so the kids are walking their animals.
This is Kaylee and Waylon the lamb.
And then from the other end of our street came Kalan, who was in a play with my son, Cameron.
I don’t know much about goats, but I was pretty sure of this young fellow’s breed. Anyone who’s read “By the Hands of Men, Book Five: Robert The Wrath of a Righteous Man” learned a bit about that particular breed of goat.