Showing posts with label mystery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mystery. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

An Unfolding Adventure...

In a book - not yet published, she writes:

…her strength can be seen in the most blinding of snowstorms, in the small, steady footprints she leaves behind. But the greater discovery is with every season... for hidden in her tracks is the mystery of the snow that never melts around them - as though winter was touched by her growing strength - and waits as a sign of her determination to save it.

Read more about the writer and this inspirational mystery and unfolding adventure story...

Fantasy-Tainted Thriller: Secret of horror novelist's lineage is broken as book wins acclaim


Whois? Joe Hill

Hill, 34, took on his secret identity to test his writing skills and marketability without having to trade on the family name...


Meet Stephen King's son...

For the last ten years, Joe Hill has been writing short stories and wrote an unpublished novel under his pen name. Now he brings us a fantasy-tainted thriller that Warner Bros. has already bought the film rights to six-months before Heart Shaped Box hit the market!

Facts:

The moniker he chose did not come out of the blue. He is legally Joseph Hillstrom King, named for the labour organizer whose 1915 execution for murder in Utah inspired the song, "Joe Hill," an anthem of the labour movement. His parents, who came of age during the 1960s, "were both pretty feisty liberals and looked at Joe Hill as a heroic figure," he said.

"Heart-Shaped Box," a title drawn from a song by the rock group Nirvana, is a fast-paced tale of another man with dual identities. Judas Coyne, born Justin Cowzynski, is an over-the-hill heavy metal rocker with a strange hobby: amassing ghoulish artifacts. The choice of title was pure serendipity. Hill's initial idea, "Private Collection," went by the wayside when the 1993 Nirvana song popped up on iTunes as the author was getting ready to write the episode in which UPS delivers the haunted suit to Coyne. It was then that Hill decided to package the suit in a heart-shaped box.

As excitement percolated about "Heart-Shaped Box," so, too, did lingering questions about its author. Inklings about Hill's family background started appearing in online message boards in 2005 when his collection of short stories, "20th Century Ghosts," was published in Britain.

Still, his pen name had a good ride. The editor of "Heart-Shaped Box" was unaware of the King connection and Hill's agent remained in the dark for eight years before the author spilled the beans two years ago.


More Info:
Mar 17, 12:27 PM EST
By Jerry Harkavy
PORTSMOUTH, N.H. (AP) - Joe Hill knew it was only a matter of time before one of the publishing industry's hottest little secrets became common knowledge. He just wished he could have kept it under wraps a bit longer... read more

Related Site:
Joe Hill Official Website

Friday, March 30, 2007

In Loving Memory - I Want To Give

I Want To Give; a love that smiles, and I know the will of…


In looking back, a young woman discovers her ‘years to come’ and sees her future.

It begins with the sadness of her Grandfather’s passing, takes her back to the memories they shared, and then leads her to rediscover her strengths and instincts as a child when she recalls a single verse [see Luke 2:49]

In loving memory of my Grandpa.
He showed me the Lord.


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For I am not ashamed of the gospel,
because it is the power of God
for the salvation of everyone who believes.
Romans 1:16

‘‘I Want To Give just like my Grandfather gave to so many others and myself; a love that smiles, and I know the will of God and ‘life and work’ of my Grandfather - and both call me here.

~

A Personal Short Story and Memoir:

I Want To Give ~ In Loving Memory & A Single Verse

Her Grandfather passed away last year. She remembers him as always working and smiling, and he loved to laugh out loud. He cared about people and always had a lot to share with them.

On her last visit…

His face and spirit still like a shining star. It always started out she felt inspired; they ate together, caught up on the family-tree, and looked at old photographs.

Grandpa loved to share the gospel. He had a way with speaking out. He was the kind of man to welcome a child on his knee and tell Bible stories. As she got older, she read the Bible and he listened. In all those years, and every time she saw him, he would say, “Jesus loves you.”

They had fun playing board games Backgammon and Scrabble, and when they competed in Croquet they could always count on each other to say, “Let’s go again!” If she were to add the hours they played their favorite card game? It would be a better surprise to count the number of times they charged at the challenge to see who was the fastest; and jumped across the table to reach the last pile, and exclaimed as loud as they could “Dutch Blitz!”

She listened when he talked about his life and work. They were ‘cut from the same cloth’ in the way they shared an understanding for respect, especially for listening and learning.

It was during their last visit, she sensed there was more to their connection…

And, so began the subtle power of God’s enduring grace.


One day in her reminiscence…

Her mother told her of the day she was born: said she was “unusual” in the way that she smiled a lot and was content; Grandpa would always say she had a “beautiful spirit.”


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She saw her Grandfather much in the same way, and perhaps inevitable…

Soon, every time she ran to the corner store she was greeted with “Smiley!” by the storekeeper. But the storekeeper was not the only one inspired. She remembers it struck her somehow, as if to say she was so grown up and her smile would surely lead to her destiny.

At five years old, she arrived home from summer Bible Camp - a children’s camp founded by her Grandfather, and ran up to her mother in the kitchen with a very big smile and cried out in glee “Guess what, I asked Jesus into my heart!” She somehow knew that in her heart and in her life Jesus would always be.

She felt him in the way she felt her spirit now.

Now she knew God's love.


She then came to learn more of what Grandpa was all about…

Times would come when she would help with the Newsletter - a native gospel newsletter also founded by her Grandfather, and sort stacks of ‘little green paper’ on many tables where together they put them in numerical order and then folded them in half like a book, and she was already excited to know the inspiration books could bring…

Holding her breath, she would always go down the dark, cold basement steps to Grandpa’s library study, at the same time anticipate what she would find next down there - always a new world to explore.

On this day, she found a heavy volume of big, blue children’s books that talked about Jesus and his many journeys. A story in particular, when Jesus was just a boy and went to the Lord’s Temple where he had to be about his Father’s house - and listened and talked with the many scholars there.

It would stay with her ‘for years to come’.

Was God speaking to her there?


With an innate knowledge and respect for leadership and principles she works to share that with people too, and lives to influence people to listen within and to welcome their own spirit so they can see others need theirs too; and shares compassion.

Could it also be, that reading about Jesus and his journeys, and learning from her Grandfather’s influence, is why no matter where she is, even in a cold and dark basement, it always feels like home?

God is serenity. She remembers that summer on the beach and sitting on a rock, and it occurs to her now: she does not remember her thoughts before that moment or who she even was, but she remembers how she felt during that prayer, and ever since then, and that is to always consider God before everything she does and to look after her spirit - she never feels alone - she has never felt lonely.

She knows God is everywhere. He speaks to us all the time. She wants to share that, for she sees there are many people who feel alone or get lonely.

The rock is symbolic; of, no matter the weight we carry, God will always hear us and respond with a smile…

And we will surely feel it.


Now at a time in her life when she is making another life-changing decision, she sits on the rock she founded…

She goes back to her last visit with her Grandfather, and speaks with him once more; at the same time she feels a deep aspiration to change the direction of her work…

Indeed, God has spoken. It was as she sensed before.

Then she hears Grandpa say “Hello Smiley! Bring my work up from the basement and let’s take it to the store!”

Her Grandfather had a sense of humor and he always made her laugh! He also loved candy! But she was not scared to go down the cold, dark basement steps, and do you know why?

Because at the end there would always be a part of him that she would find…

For she had to be about her Grandpa’s house.


He lived to share God’s grace…

Now she works to serve God.

To bring the mysterious, enlightening and wondrous works of God upon her as a small child, and the dedicated ‘life and work’ of her Grandfather - to share their grace and love through her passion for stories and writing that will inspire ‘for years to come’.

To let others know God is speaking to us all the time.


The final step she takes...

She will look back on her ‘years to come’... and happy to see ‘life and work’ are one and the same.

And she knows it is the way it is to always have been - with God.


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‘‘I Want To Give; a love that smiles, and I know the will of God.


~In Loving Memory~

‘‘I had to be about my Grandpa’s house.

In reference to his library study and his ‘life and work’ and a single verse she remembers as a child in a story that stayed with her ‘for years to come’ [see Luke 2:49]

  • What story, children’s book or single verse ties in with your fondest childhood memories ‘for years to come’?
  • What personal discovery is found?
  • When will your adventure unfold? How about now!


Read more about...
I Want To Give and the vision behind ‘for years to come’ in her biography.


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Sunday, January 14, 2007

Inspired by the sounds of Cafe del Mar

Writing for another pleasure...

This story below is inspired by the sounds and music of Cafe del Mar.

  • Have you heard of it?
There is no doubt it knows me... it certainly found me. I wrote the story while listening to their CDs for the very first time. I always thought this would be grand material for stage theatre.

If you'd like to know more, you can find their music at www.cafedelmarmusic.com.

The idea is to play the Volume and Track numbers for each Act and read along.

  • You will need Volumen Siez - Tracks #4 and #12
I wrote a total of six Acts - here there are two. I've not included the final Act--simply to keep it a mystery. I've always loved mysteries :)

BEFORE YOU BEGIN:
  • You MUST put your headphones on if you're playing the songs and have the music LOUD! It MUST be headphones because just to turn your speakers up on your computer is nothing close to intense. These songs are written with an intensity in mind that is shared and captured when you are completely within the world it comes from. You can NOT be completely lost in this particular world if you are not wearing your headphones. SO GET THEM! Find your headphones and plug in--you DON'T want to miss this!
  • You will need about 20 to 30-minutes here. I suggest you get started with a glass of wine or your favorite liquor or coffee :) You're going to need it.
  • Also know, this is written for both men and women--so neither is going to get bored and you may want to call out to your partner to join you here. Yes, really. Really. My last reader said it was "mind blowing!"
  • Try to follow along... listen to the music and read this a few times and you'll catch on.

Note: I had A LOT of fun writing the story for Track #12! It's James Bond 007 style :) The story was so much fun to write that I'm thinking of making it longer, it's still way too short for me.

Have Fun! You can finally begin now...



Cafe Del Mar

Volumen Siez - Track 4


Act 2

"Embraced in Time"



The world is

still...


And Time, as

it was,


is changing.

.....


~Her~

She is a vision, and

naked in his eye.


Quietly still, behind

a mask of feathers.

.....


Somewhere around her, voices

are chiming...


but she waits

for his whisper...


...for his touch.

.....


Lips red, full

and looking so divine.


Her mind escapes

to this haven...


Strength in cologne, and

a crave to devour

such power.


Sheets cascade down, and

all around her.

.....


Knows nothing of

what's to come,


but senses not a stranger.


And hums a song...


"...caress me,

my soul will be yours,

to encumber night."

.....


~Him~

Staring from afar, a

dark intensity

extends the room.


Like a seductive flame, flutters

to the dance

of her breath.


And seduction is

all around her...


and is completely taken

by her name.

.....


Her look, it's

in his eyes...


Searches for a heart, she

continually caresses,


for a gentleness she yearns, only

he can give,


and hears only...

her voice whisper his name.

.....


He senses her every secret

desire, and is turned

by her willingness.


By the small of her back,

pulls her to him.


His fantasies about to heighten her

every moment...


and their every moment is their way.

---


~They Meet~

There they stand alongside

a wall,


sheets of snow silk and

night satin.

.....


Escape in their senses, and

won't ignore...


the sacred burn.

…..


And suddenly...


...like sorcery, the

sheets fly like sparks;


so strange.

.....


Longing for his

touch,


she ruffles her back

to his chest.

…..


His arms cascade

around her,


and

brush her cheeks.


Trace her lips

for a secret kiss.

…..


Hot pleasures, warm

and deep...


in her ear.


Her skin is soft,

sleek, and


he gives in to her

motions burning.

.....


A force caresses her

thigh, and


slowly...


leads in a cadenza all their own.

…..


Her moans dance with

his every move,


and he buries his face

in this swan.

…..


And both captured, move

with more velocity


in their breathing.

…..


Cologne is so intoxicating...

…..


Swaying herself before

him,


their lips meet...


without touching.

…..


Staring deeply, arms

wrap


to lock hands

above their souls,


where a distance

is captured, and


an unspoken power...


she is allowed

to touch,


and prepared to hold.

.....


His eyes hold hers

with a force...


she draws upon.


And for a moment...

they become lost,


in the grace of their bodies rocking.

…..


Nakedness penetrates

their deepest thoughts.

.....


Like a feather, he

teases her lips...


with his own.


Then parts them harder

for a taste...


of more.

…..


His desires release, as

her body shows

him...


uninhibited direction.


An intensity that carries them...

to the edge as one.

.....


~Embraced~

Tranquility,

in voices...


...all around them now.


Peer outside

the veranda...


where ocean tides dance

along the shores.

.....


And so, they meet.


...............................................

Cafe Del Mar

Volumen Siez - Track 12


Act 4

"The Secrets of Time"



Not of the heavens,


Or below.


And beneath a canary’s

yellow wing…


You won’t find the

secrets of Time…


it’s not there.

…..


Like that dark,


Double 07 Man

with the gun,


And the ladies...


locked in his hair,


it’s not there.


Only lust can be found.


But still beware!

…..


Wandering, searching

far,


What can be found…


In the depths

of despair…


Unless you’re not there.

…..


Time is…


in the middle of secrets...


...not found.

…..


Time…


where is Time now ?


Not here...


nor there.

…..


Time, you naughty

shame,


You played a game,


You dare!

…..


Time goes on...


But is it lost?