Moving the Mountain


Well, with the old writing partner showing up and revisiting older materials, I thought I should go looking for the old notes and such and bone up on the material.

I should have taken my shots first, before venturing into that jungle!

Is there really that much DUST in the world? About half of it is now taking up residence in my lungs!

Note to self: “do not ever store older writings in those conditions again!!”

As harrowing as the venture was, I’m glad I risked life and limb to pull the stuff out of the deepest darkest recesses of the large storage shed.

(You know the type of shed… the one where you put things that you “might need someday” but suspect you won’t, so you won’t care if some random fire takes it all.)

This reminds me of a cartoon I saw on Abstruse Goose some time ago. (I’ll have to look for the link.)

Jesus is pointing to a mountain and says that of you have faith, the mountain will move.

Some heckler stands up and says, “Prove it!”

Then Jesus sighs and leads his followers away. They return driving bulldozers.

The heckler says, “Oh, you meant that kind of faith.”

The statement at the bottom says: Jesus, the most misunderstood man in history.

Seems I got the wording a little wrong but here’s the link:

In any event, I moved my mountain only to present myself with a mountain of pages to go through.

I sure hope this is worth it!


Partners in Clime

My ancient writing partner has recently returned to Phoenix after many years of residing (and not writing) in Minnesota.

Now that he has retired, he is interested in resurrecting the story production.

The original story was developed by a gang of four in Phoenix in 1972 and though the “silent two” did not lend a hand in the writing of the stories they did support the creation of plotlines, characters and such.

If the thing had sold in Hollywood, they would have been involved in some aspect.

When the project remained unsold, we each went on with our lives and the other three found other interests. Survival requires such things.

I continued to write on the Lycron subject but did not have much luck selling any portion of it. Still, though, it might be lucrative in the future and I kept up with additions to the canon.

One of the group never left Phoenix. One moved to North Dakota and has begun writing on his own, and doing quite well. One is returning to the hot desert of Arizona and I am living in climatological comfort in Northern Virginia.

Climate probably has nothing to do with writing.

And the fact that two of the original group are back in the heat where it all began probably does not mean much either.

More important, of course, is time enough to write. But even that is not the most important.

I think that would be the need to say something.

And that is the only climate that matters.