Big Moves, Sandhill Cranes and Writing

 

Please don’t gasp. Yes, I’m actually writing a blog post and not just relying on other talented bloggers to fill my pages. Okay, now you can gasp.

Actually I’m writing on my own blog because I have a guest post coming up in November and thought it might be nice to add a bit to my blog.

As some of you know I recently moved from my ‘home’ in Thailand back to the States. I must stop referring to my move as it’s beginning to sound a touch tacky, but I do still miss the quiet of Thailand.

We moved to a fascinating spot on the East coast of Florida called the Treasure Coast. That in itself got my attention. It’s called the Treasure Coast because of the number of Spanish galleons that sank off the coast during storms. To date I haven’t found any bullion or jewels lying about on the beach, but I do keep my eyes open while fishing.

My expectations of the move back far exceeded reality for me. Actually my wife, who was born in Thailand, wanted this return. Don’t get me wrong. I love America and the cornucopia of different people that live here. I just… well, the truth is I’m a recluse by nature and I’m pretty sure it’s in my genetic makeup, so I enjoy solitude.

STOP THE PRESS: My wife just yelled to come look. There was a raccoon looking in the front window. She, my wife, loves wildlife—as long as there is a window between her and the action. One other thing I enjoy about this area is the abundance of wildlife. We are in a Sandhill Crane area and everyday families come to our yard in pursuit of insects buried deep in the ground. The birds are beautiful and can be very loud, but that doesn’t happen often. My first encounter with a family of cranes was exciting. I was outside closing a window I had been repairing and I heard… you know the noise the Velociraptors made in Jurassic Park while searching for prey? Well that’s what I heard. I turned to find a male crane with its wings spread six feet wide and those prehistoric eyes staring at me while protecting its mate and young one. I excused myself while moving slowly to the door. We’ve made friends since then even though I refuse to feed them.

Osprey Nest

Osprey Nest

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Now, where was I… The biggest problem with our move back was my muse refused to move with me. She was happy in a land far away.  The good news is, as of late, she has been stopping by for visits trying to determine if she likes the new surroundings. I have my own office with a real desk and that seems to help. I can look out my window—which I do a lot lately—and see the canal and open space behind our little house to give the illusion of being all alone. I do have some very fine neighbors and not only are they friendly but quite an eclectic group from different parts of the States, England and the islands too.

And so goes my return to life in the States. The jury is still out, but if my muse stays then so will I. I’m also trying to learn the new posting method for WordPress, so please forgive the lack of… extra stuff

Have you made any big moves that disrupted your routine?

Back Home?

I can’t believe I haven’t posted anything since March of this year and people are still following me. Thank you all.

My wonderful wife and I purchased a house in South Florida July of last year and tried to settle in to Floridian life. Julee took to it with a smile and a feeling of ownership. One of her goals has been to have her name on property in the States, if only to show others that she is an American. The concept is a bit foreign—no pun intended—to me, but I’ve learned that when she’s happy I’m happy.

After 10 years in Thailand I too was ready to try life back in the States, but not with her zeal. To be honest, it didn’t work for me. Please understand that I love America and the people. One thing I missed in Thailand was the diversity of people that the States offer. I just couldn’t get my head around all the… rules of engagement and so I slowly slipped back into my hole, looking for the day I returned to Thailand. This post is a bit of a rehash of a previous one, but I do hope you’ll forgive me as I learn to blog again.

Well, we made it back to Thailand for three months and it was pure joy for me. For my wife, not so much. The weight of the world—and family— came off my shoulders. But as intended it was only a visit. I stepped off the plane back in the States and the bad leaped at me. I sought my hole, but my wife wouldn’t allow it.

It’s been four months now and I finally have found enjoyment with all the rules of play, family, expenses and those damn taxes, insurance, cable TV and the rest. I’ve also broke my addiction of watching TV too much. The best news is I’ve finally started writing again and it feels good. It may not be good writing but it’s good for me. I’m still an early morning writer which interferes with fishing, but I can do both—just not at the same time.

My first starfish

My first starfish

Big Snook

Big Snook

At the beach with our daughter at the beach

At the beach with our daughter at the beach

My blogging friends and fellow writers have been an inspiration to me and several have published new books that I hope to help promote in the coming days. Eden Baylee and Britt Skrabanek are two writers that will impress you with their talent.

I’m amazed at the people I’ve come to know through social media. All of you who read this simple blog have filled in the hole and I’ve thrown away the  shovel!

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I’ll also be promoting my latest book as well. Not that many readers, so far, but it’s a great story with great reviews, take a look.

I hope those that follow my blog will continue and I’ll try to do my happy blogs.

About a few of the pictures of me holding fish. First, the big one was released and second; it isn’t cold. One friend commented that she didn’t know it was so cold in Florida, ha! It’s my Thai style sunblock. That day reached 95 degrees. I had no idea you can catch starfish with a hook. They’re a bit crunchy as sushi–joke.

November Madness in Thailand

I Won last year and will do it again this year
 

 

 

 

 

I want to thank you all for your support and good thoughts and prayers during this hard time Thailand is going through now. It does continue. The Government has promised the water to be gone by the New Year—of course they had promised it to be gone by the end of November.

I have not written these stories to try to elicit sympathy on my part. The suffering of the Thai people does deserve thought but they are recovering and smiling again.

I’ve been asked by a few why I don’t move back to the States and the answer is this land has touched me and revived me. There’s always a little suffering to make us appreciate the joys of life.

While we’ve waited on the waters to leave we have spent most of the time on out little farm planting harvesting and admiring the beauty of the mountains and people. Our tapioca is thriving and we anticipate a bumper crop sometime after the new year. Our small crop of corn is in and mostly consumed by us. We did give some away to neighbors. We have cucumbers, peppers, beans, papayas, coconuts, mangoes and many bananas coming in and we do sell much of that to help sustain our small farm. That’s really all we asked of the land. To provide enough money for us to plant again.

I’m a writer in Thailand and book sales have been good. I’ve gotten some great review for In Search of a Soul and am finding it is a story that appeals to women—which is a pleasant surprise. Women like the main character Douglas Durian and I quote from reader, Kathy Lynn Hall: “Douglas is unknowingly strong, sensitive, noble, honorable, wounded but a retrievable man” and readers like the strength I give to the female characters.

My other book, Tyler Hill’s Decision has also received some wonderful reviews from readers and that truly is what it’s all about. Many, many novelist know they will never be rich from their work and money had only a small part to play with why they write. It’s the words from readers that we live for. It’s funny how we writer live for the words of readers just as much as we live for the words that flow through our fingertips.

I haven’t been very active this month on my blog or the social media. November is a time of pressure, pleasure and uncertainty for thousands of novelist—new and experienced. We join one another to participate in National November Writers Month (NaNoWriMo). During this month we push ourselves and one another to write at least 50,000 word of a fresh new piece of work and to be declared a winner, The prize…? A small sticker we can put on our websites that announces we won. The true prize is that this great organization, The Office of Letters and Light, collects donations from the participants and sponsors and they use the money to help and educated young potential writer and give them a chance to learn to let their dreams and daydreams reach paper to thrill friends, family, and readers. So far this fine group has collected $500,000 this year. And so far over 2 billion words have been written!

Without writers can you imagine how dull and lifeless this world we live in would be? No movies, songs, books and every other type of media would exist without someone to put them into words first. To teach our young ones this form of communication is one thing we can all do to help make a better world.

My twelve year old Granddaughter, Nickaisha, recently wrote a wonderful article on prejudice and it was publish in the school paper and held a place of honor in the school display case. Can you imagine the pride I feel for this beautiful young writer?  

The story I’m writing for this November may never see the light of day because it is so different from my normal writing. I have taken a monster—a predator of women and children- and try to ask the readers to like him and have sympathy. This goes against everything I believe. What worst crime could there be? I am only a few thousand words from completing it and I do believe I have done what I set out to do. Do you think you could find it in your heart to forgive and understand a fiend? Perhaps one day I will offer this story to an agent and find out. The working title is On The Menu.
I’m writing this post today to give you another view of a writer’s life in Thailand. I have come to see that I live to write and write to stay sane—not sure if the sane part has worked out, Ha! I’ll only leaves this post as a feature for a few days.

I had planned to publish my third book this year. A fantasy that I’m sure readers will enjoy. It is an Avatar-like tale about a people fighting for the freedom and their very lives. I am holding it back for a short while I do some final rewrites. I expect quality in my reading and so should you! Look for Outer World Prairie very soon.

Next post I want to tell you about a plant we grow on our little farm. Wars were fought and colonization took place because of this plant and others. This plant and its fruit is still a mainstay in every society today. It is what we call black-pepper. And it is amazing.

I hope you enjoyed this look into the life of a writer and I really hope you’ll give my books a try as a paperback or ebook. And I would love to hear from you about my writing. I and many writers are blessed to be living in this age but we all put the readers at the top of the pedestal and give you thanks!