There are little tiny paw prints on my deck.
I wonder who made them.
Something raced…
Something waddled towards me.
And behold! Mystery solved.
Quite the Life (and all in Times New Roman 10pt!)
(we’re doing something different. let me know what you think)
It is December and soon we will celebrate another turn around the sun. We are never alone on this journey, and I wonder how many appreciate we circle the sun, our sun circles the near clusters, the near clusters move through a great arm of the Milky Way, the Milky Way travels with it’s galactic neighbors in a near-eternity long dance, and the universe itself expands and we move on an arrow’s trajectory with it.
Taking all the accelerations, all the motions, all the movements into account humbles me. Philosophies range from a single Great Creator to the randomness of quantum strings, and I add the caveats that if there is a single Great Creator, their mathematical skills are amazing, and if quantum strings, go deeply enough in the quantum universe and there is no such thing as randomness.
Read further in this newsletter and you’ll notice some different formatting. Many thanks to Sister Rika Chandra‘s help and guidance (I’m not visual, she is) in making “A Twelfth of Carrabis” more readable and (we hope) more engaging.
I mentioned last month I’m thinking of redoing my website. The redo is ongoing albeit slowly as some changes require a bit of coding (blech!).
RoundTable 360° – Our 26 Dec 2024 RoundTable 360° session is How Do You Bring On the Magic?
Regardless of your discipline, you entered it because something inside you drove you to it. Creators have a special place in society – they are gods of the universes they create. Most original source creation myths involve a sacrifice. December’s RoundTable discussion is about what creators must sacrifice in order to create. Do you channel The Goddess? Are you inspired (which originally meant “breathed in by God”)? Do you meditate and let the Muse overwhelm you? Do you see things and hear voices? Are you transported elsewhere and simply document what you see? What drives dancers to dance, painters to paint, actors to act? December’s RoundTable is about bringing on the Magic. Join us and share your magical experiences. http://nlb.pub/RoundTable 8:30amHawaiinT, 10:30amPT, 1:30pmET, 6:30pmLondonTime, 19h30 CEST. |
Zen Citizen – I mentioned Sister Vineeta Kommineni’s social experiment, Zen Citizen in the August 2024 Newsletter.
Zen Citizen’s goal is to provide clear, comprehensive, and practical information on government procedures to help Indian citizens defy demands for bribes and access Government services conveniently. By walking through the application process with citizens, and refining the guides based on real experiences – similar to ‘what to expect when you’re expecting’ – Zen Citizen aims to make a dent in petty corruption and restore the stigma associated with it in India. I’m thrilled to report Vineeta’s been approached by funders who’ve already offered to support her work and make things happen. Way to go, Vineeta! |
I had the pleasure of working with some gifted young writers this month. Several asked if I knew of any good critique groups. I’m in one myself and have been in several.
I offered to ask around, hence I’m asking; are you in a critique group and are you accepting new members? Do you know of one which is seeking new members? Let me know, and thanks. |
Carol’s Christmas and Quirky Christmas Stories
Last month I mentioned Sister Liz Tuckwell’s MoonSleep and Other Stories. This month Liz shares two seasonal treasures, Carol’s Christmas and Quirky Christmas Stories (co-authored with Rose Bishop). Carol’s Christmas is a modern retelling of A Christmas Carol. Carol meets Patrick and falls in love. But one terrible night, just before Christmas, she sees another side of Patrick. Can she forgive him? With the help of three unexpected Christmas presents, she makes a decision… Quirky Christmas Stories is an anthology of twelve quirky, darkly humorous Christmas stories for you to read curled up on the sofa when the long winter nights draw in. Why is Santa stalking a couple? Who will protect seven-year-old Jeannie when a fake Santa comes to call? What is the real story of the first Christmas? Why is Christmas being celebrated in November? What happens when you summon the Genie of the Bauble? Take a read and enjoy. |
Writers’ Month Long Workshop – January 2025’s writers’ workshop covers many if not all phases of craft and storytelling. The January workshop is on Wednesdays, 8-29 January 2025, morning and evening openings available. Sign up here. |
A Holiday Giveaway – Brother Greg Hickey (who’s been generous with giveaways and advice in my newsletters) is asking for a quick favor as 2024 comes to a close. He usually puts together a brief reader survey around this time of year, and is asking people to participate. It shouldn’t take more than five minutes to finish, and will help him better connect with readers.
As a thank you for any assistance, Greg’s giving away a signed cover image from any one of his books to one survey respondent. If you’d like to win the prize, please enter your email address at the end of the survey. |
White Heron: A Creation Story – Sister Amy Olmedo released her premier novel, White Heron: A Creation Story.
Synopsis: Most people thought Amy had always had the perfect life, and she worked hard to make it look and feel that way. Eventually, the person she saw in the mirror no longer resembled the person she knew and loved. She longed for that woman to return. As her seemingly everyday, unhappy married life was tragically coming to an end, she suffered a car accident that left her with Traumatic Brain Injury. She kept her deficiencies a secret attempting to protect her children. Just as life began to progress, a second car accident left Amy’s body physically devastated as she developed Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Physically, emotionally, and spiritually lost, she prayed daily for God to take her away from this Earth so the suffering would subside. The adversity seemed unbelievable and too difficult to overcome.
Fortunately, beautiful lifelines of hope kept her alive as a spiritual awakening transformed her awareness, and illuminated the light at the end of the tunnel. If you are in search of answers to questions yet unspoken, allow Amy’s journey to be your companion as you uncover your truth and recreate your future. You are worth it. |
I’m Published Here – I did a fair turn publishing-wise this December thanks to 360° nation’s Chief ReImaginator Dennis Pitocco.
Dennis contributed a wonderful foreword to the novel and also published several reader-selected chapters on the BizCatalyst 360° site: And last but not least, the book itself, The Book of the Wounded Healers (A Study in Perception)
Synopsis: Ben Matthews is a mathematical linguist studying spontaneous languages at Columbia University in New York City. Recently home from committing himself to a northern New Hampshire psychiatric center, he spends a relaxing late-May day bonding with his son, Jiminy, at South Street Seaport.
The creature offers Ben its hand. “We are Healers from the Land of Barass.” Ben, aided by The Healers from the Land of Barass, embarks on a quest through Manhattan and learns he’s lost much more than his son, and finds much more in himself. This masterpiece delves into the intricate interplay between trauma, healing, and perception. Through a series of poignant narratives, the Joseph invites readers to contemplate the profound ways in which our experiences shape how we see the world and ourselves. – Dennis J. Pitocco, Chief Reimaginator, 360° Nation I genuinely enjoyed the way Joseph brought the characters to life and the depth of the storyline. Clearly he’s created something unique. – Ipek Williamson, Transformation Coach, Speaker, Meditation Coach, Author Joseph Carrabis is a gifted writer who draws the reader into deep contemplation and self-reflection with each turn of a page, all the while skillfully weaving a story that grabs your attention and holds on till the end. – Othneil Archer, RBN, Sensitivity Reader |
That’s it for December. See you next year!
Enjoy!
Okay, you’ve all been waiting for this one…
Or at least I’ve been promising it for a while…
Pretty much everything covered here is in Writing Realistic Hand-to-Hand Combat Scenes.
Think I’m onto something? Take a class with me or schedule a critique of your work.
Think I’m an idiot? Let me know in a comment.
Either way, we’ll both learn something.
Pick up a copy of The Augmented Man and follow along.
For that matter, pick up multiple copies of any and/or all of my books because it’s a nice thing to do, you care, and I need the money.
BizCatalyst 360°’ Chief Imagineer and Founder Dennis Pitocco wrote a beautiful forward to my The Book of The Wounded Healers (A Study in Perception), and also offered to share some chapters (selected by my first readers) on the BizCatalyst 360° site.
Today’s offering is Chapter 49 – Hormone-Free Dancing In Harlem.
Enjoy.
We left off in An Example of the Experiments, 2 – Fains I with the promise of sharing the original Fains I opening and the rewrite making use of multiple storycrafting techniques.
First, the original’s first ~900 words
Tim screamed. His father kicked off covers and rose quickly. He didn’t bother with robe or slippers and hollered, “It’s okay, Tim. We’re coming.”
Mrs. Young lifted her gown and cursed the folds as her hands fought to find their place. Mr. Young wrenched the door open.
A hallway nightlight flooded their bedroom with dark colors.
“Put on a real light , ” he said as he and his wife raced down the hall to Tim’s room.
Mr. Young entered first. Mrs. Young caromed off the door at the end of the hall.
Mr. Young grabbed Tim as he landed on the bed, his tears washing Tim as he held his son against him, rocking and speaking softly.
Timothy continued to scream, unrelenting, unaware of his father’s arms, each scream higher than the last, longer than the last, each scream more hopeless than the last.
Mrs. Young flicked the light in Tim’s room. His bed held a sweat soaked outline of his body. “Can you move him? I should change the sheets.”
Mr. Young continued rocking Tim, his eyes closed, still holding his son against him, too big to sit in dad’s lap, too terrified not to. “Why bother? The covers are off the bed. Just let it dry out.”
Tim stopped shrieking. His eyes started to focus. He sat up, rigid, arms locked by his sides. He looked at his father.
“You’re home, Tim. Mom and I are right here. Do you know where you are?”
Tim clenched his father like a child seeking the security of its mother’s breasts, sobbing heavily. His body finally went limp and he slept again.
Mr. Young looked at his wife, framed in the doorway. “I’ll spend the night in here with him.***Continue reading “An Example of the Experiments, 3 – Fains I“