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- Writing “The Dis”
By the time we are thirty years old, we know it’s true: all our abilities are temporary. Our physical and cognitive skills decline, at an ever-increasing pace, as if with a will of their own. - Resurrection
Dear Reader, I have missed you. The twin sisters of winter, Cold and Darkness, sneaked up on me last December with their claws. Now I find myself emerging, like a crocus from the ground, renewed with hope, a participant in the rising fragrance of spring. - Turnabout and the Common Cold
Turnabout is fair play. That’s what one of my physician mentors, Ken O’Neill, told me. In essence, sharp, witty replies are acceptable, even when they flash some teeth. - Day 90 on the Gravanok
It’s been three months today since we set sail with Captain TAT. The boys-a are becoming men-ya. There have been no fistfights in over a week, and we’ve had no deaths, despite the two who went overboard in shark-filled waters. - Rescue is Coming for Those Who Suffer with Chronic Pain
To the young woman, utterly lost and sore-afraid, imprisoned in the Underground, I say, “Hold on!” To the old man, desperate with pain and blinded by the darkness, I say, “I am coming.” Listen for my voice and follow me. I am heading out of this wicked place in due time.
Be sure to check out my most recent publication on The Habit Portfolio: The Ink and the Inkling
I Need Your Help
Dear friends:
Here’s my pitch: “On an ancient dystopian fantasy earth, the incomparable VOICE of WONDER summons two young people from antagonistic Stone-Age tribes to flee their homeland, to unite in marriage—one woman to one man—to defeat an ancient curse, and to become the mother and father of a new people.”
Crumble’s End: A Novel
Two unlikely teenage heroes answer the Creator’s call to run, explore, and redeem a broken land. They are captured by wild beasts, then rescued by strange people; they are imprisoned, and they escape; they fulfill prophecies and bring deliverance. The opposer of the Creator’s plan delivers some hard blows; he gains a large following of Celestial host and even poisons the promised land. But the heroes lead their small nation, comprised of multiple peoples, on a desperate last march to a good land, free of the toxic air.
Dialogues of Solly and TAT
First Contact
February 3, 2021
TAT: Mr. Solly, I appreciate your time. I have been called TAT by my father, who was a writer, so that’s the name I’d like to use for our purposes. I have heard you are wise but compassionate, and eager to help people like me accomplish their goals.
SOL: You have heard correctly. You are a doctor, no? But you desire no title before or after your name?
TAT: You know that I do not. My words must speak for themselves, without announcement, without capital letters. The M.D. is a medical degree, and I trust it will be useful for informing my writing. It should give heft to my medically related messages. But I am gasping beneath the waves of modern medicine. In the words of Edna St. Vincent Millay, I am pinned down and moaning for release. What lost sailor, sinking as I am, would not trade his iron anchor for a floating spar?