I recently wrote an Interview for The Santa Barbara Sentinel, a Local to Santa Barbara publication that is very devoted to the local community, I would love you to read it, got to http://www.santabarbarasentinel.com and check it out.
Download the actual article here in PDF format: Paradise Kings PDF
Hello all,
So, life changes, so many things have happened, I changed the look of my “Blog” thinking that I would get back to it, make some great modifications…..
And…. it did not happen as planned…
so I am spending today working on the look and feel, as well as make some significant comments..
I may even make a post or two
One year and eight months ago, all I believed in, the fairytale romance, the idea of true love and happily ever after ceased to exist.
As a man, many would not think that we long not just to save the damsel in distress, but that she would in turn save us, from the Dragon named Loneliness, from the oppression of rejection or even just ourselves. A hope that we could be happy being not The Lord of the manor but being the one to support and provide in unconditional love.
We have dreams too, many dreams that are all too often never to come true.
For me, that dream came true, for 13 years a bliss above bliss, but then it fell and crashed upon the ground, like Icarus, I flew too high towards the sun, the warmth and the light drew me, like a moth, but the wings came apart, and…. it was done.
I do not look for pitty, nor absolution, I stopped looking for answer, stopped asking why. I just hope and pray and keep praying. I hope to somday greet my love at my door, telling me she wants to come home, with our children in tow, the bright eyed angels I was graced to love as a father does, and as I always will.
My tears never dry, but I am well with that, but I long to kiss her cheek, wish her pleasent dreams and to hold her as she sleeps, in my arms, protecting me from the monsters in the darkness.
Today is like any other day yet unlike any of the day before.
When you take time to look at your life and then compare it to the life you thought you’d have you find yourself possibly disappointed.
But just maybe if you look at it as what could have been and what could be that disappointment that you feel may pass.
However all things change so enjoy the moment live your life and continue to live until that has come to pass as well.
Greetings…
I have been very busy as of late, working diligently on my magazine articles, a 2nd book, a SciFi Novel really, I have been submitting stories to other publishers and magazines and dealing with Health Issues and My upcoming Divorce…
Oh, you did not know…
I am facing Divorce, the fairy-tale love I had turned into a horror story and , to be brief, I am trying desperately to find glimmers of hope that my wife will not continue with the legal aspects and make the final decision, as it were..
I love her, but she no longer loves me, sad but true.
This is pretty much what I look like now, showing my age, as it were…
So, in a hope to find something to keep my mind off of things, I am going to be working out story lines and things here, on my personal blog, I may even update this site to reflect a different way of views and direction.
Friends have said to hope for the best, I would rather Pray for a Miracle.
Ever get a new book, and in the moment of wanting to get into a story that would or could be a great new advent, you skip over the prelude or preface, which contain the back story or reason for the story’s telling, often missing the whole point of things?
Life is much like that, each life skips over the beginning, we often look at wanting the action, the romance, the magical musical experience. But, as often, we find the tragedy, the suspenseful horror, the sad endings.
I leaped into my story, my life, looking for the love story and happy ending, the magical wild existence that all Disney movies promise, only to find I am living in a Stephen King Trilogy, one where the hero leaves in disgrace after saving the world, it abandons him, hanging him to the proverbial cross of his own unwilling creation.
I unwillingly start a new chapter in my book of life, in it, the hero finds himself alone, disowned and abandoned by his kin, his Queen has ripped him from his throne and has expelled him from his one Castle and Kingdom. His children whom he loves have each had a devilishly evil part in his destruction.
The chapter starts with the hero wandering alone in a vast and shadowed wasteland, bent and broken, bruised and beaten, bleeding inside, infected with sorrow and plagued by voices in his head, the echoes of the false accusations and the sound of his lover cursing his name, mocking him in unfounded anger when once that voice beckoned him to bed.
He drags himself through the dirt and waste, towards the dim light that glows just off the distant horizon, bately escaping the blak shadow that is advancing upon his every shuddered step. He looks back, wondering how he missed the signs of treachery, how could he possibly deserved the betrayal, the black blade still firmly lodged in his back, the wound no longer bleeds, and he has gotten used to the pain. His eyes, dried out and swollen from the constant stream of tears, his mouth, twisted from screaming inward, from behind a broken smile and it is dry from a lack of words to say, all his words were used to question and defend. His magic power has depleted to mere parlor tricks and his noble sword has become a cane for a broken man.
As our hero reaches the horizon, he finds the light was not the sun rising on the new day, but the fire and poisonous breath of the demon that has taunted his life. “I have come to finish you, you a once noble adversary, now I almost pity you, one swat will finish you” the demon laughs, but the hero, with his last bit of strength, his last spark of magic, stands tall, drawing up to meet the challenge, draws his dullend blade and stands to the charge, definitely, “here I am, master of lies, I’ve traveld all this way to find you, you thought I was running away, no, I was leading you away from the innocent”, our hero smiles “come, my blade is dull, so it will cause you more pain, the knife in my back is long and sharp, I will remove it and use it to take your hide to make new armor ” the hero steps forward, “come at me, or are you still just a coward”
In the moment their eyes meet, the battle again begins, our hero, determined to continue protect and defend the lives and honor of the very ones that left him to die alone.
Always the King
Always the Hero
Always the Fool
