A random mess of writing…unedited…

Hello and a good morning to you all.

It’s a little after seven a.m., I’ve got my first cup of coffee in hand, and I’m plopped down in my recliner. I put the finishing touches on the draft of Clown World yesterday. I’m bored. My mind isn’t churning out new ideas at the moment, and nothing has captured my attention, as of yet.

I started reading The Sea Lion by Jack London. It’s an old adventure tale about a young man at sea. I’ve enjoyed it so far. One thing I enjoy about old books is that it’s like looking back through time. From your pedestal in the modern age you can see the attitudes of the past.

Take this passage from the book. “‘Cos you’ve got a blooming’ soft skin, you ‘ave, more like a ldyd’s than any I know of.”

In these enlightened times, at a minimum, the old man would stand accused of being a bully. From my earliest days, I read books about cowboys, sailors, and soldiers. Those hardened individuals who overcame tremendous odds and rose above their circumstances.

These types of stories are necessary. In the scenes and theme and plots, something stirs in the heart of the reader. When I started reading the book, my mind took me to the many boat rides I took with my dad and brother. We’d ride out into the rush of current on Pearl River, or Talahalle, and excitement would fill my heart.

Even when my career ended in the military, I wanted to be on the water. There’s a preternatural calm that comes from being near the it. For years, I dreamed of being a modern age Huckleberry Finn or Tom Sawyer.

It’s never too late to pursue your dreams, but in my case certain dreams have a time limit. I’m older now, and should have chased a career on the water when I was younger. I’ll stick to riding in my brother’s boat, and seeing where the current takes me.

Y’all take care.


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