As a Christmas gift to all my readers, I have lowered the prices on the novel I spent a majority of 2012 working on: The Stagner Chronicle. I will not be receiving any money from the sale of the book–that’s the only way to get the price so low. If you do download it for free or buy a cheap version of the printed book, I hope you will be kind enough to provide me with any feedback or reactions (I can never get enough feedback).
Merry Christmas to you all! Enjoy!
31 years after the conclusion of America’s Second Revolution, those involved in the events release “The Stagner Chronicle.” This oral history documents a drastically different history from the one set in the history books. While living in a dystopian America, three young men and women accidently spark a revolution. When they are declared enemies of the state, the trio must avoid capture or risk being thrown in an underground prison-known as a Black Site. Meanwhile, The Revolution gains some real traction.
It’s been a great Christmas. With dozens of family members here last night, the evening went by in a blur. I received the most amazing gift from the most beautiful girl I’ve met. A large leather-bound journal for my travels. It is something I will cherish in my time away. I am so happy to have people in my life who understand me so. I love each and every one of you.
I started off today by watching Les Miserables with my parents. It’s pretty much a tradition in my family. We have gone to many Broadway shows in New York over the years…but nothing could beat out Les Mis. The story is so powerful. Love. Heartbreak. Revolution. Inequality. I do wish to read Victor Hugo’s novel some day. Maybe while I am in Morocco. I have a long list of books to read. With twenty days left until I leave, my list of things left to do is dwindling. It is enough to keep me busy. I will be in Morocco soon enough. As those around me always like to remind me–my time in Morocco will be over soon enough as well. Hopefully my lovely lady will be there when that time comes.
I can only hope.
Here is a new batch of poems my nearly a decade ago:
There are some 30 people coming to my parent’s house for Christmas Eve dinner this evening. I can’t wait. I love being around my family during the holidays. I hope all my readers are enjoying their Christmas celebrations. Not to ruin the spirit, but I woke up with guns on the mind (that’s what happens when you engage in Facebook debates I guess). I spent the morning working on another piece regarding my country and it’s disgusting gun-rights offensive. I just hope something is actually going to be done this time.
I wrote a lot today. I’m not one for giving gifts. I just can’t bring myself to buy things–even if it is for other people. So I write personal letters. I ended up writing four this morning. I only have three left to write. I’m going to do my best to write them tonight; I like the idea of resting during Christmas Eve and Christmas. It’s starting to feel a lot like Christmas.
I’m watching the Broncos kick butt right now. This will be their 10th win in a row. I am going to miss watching them when I am in Morocco. I mean, the game is fun. But it’s a great way to spend time with my father. I will definitely miss that. Well, 22 days to go until I leave. I’m trying to cross at least three items off my to-do list today. Today it went from 41 to 37. I need to keep it up.
I’m spending most of my days learning Arabic and going through hundreds of pages of manuals for the Peace Corps. I am trying to do as much as I can right now so I can take a couple days off and truly kick back and enjoy myself for Christmas. It seems to be going pretty well. I believe I just finished the last of the readings. Now I just have a checklist and lots of language preparations left.
There are a lot of interesting questions that have cropped up. Cross-cultural understanding. Universal rights. A lot of these questions I will encounter once I make the move to Morocco in 23 days. The big question right now is a living will. I am leaving one behind with my parents. We’ve talked about it before, but I understand the need to put it all in writing. It’s strange thinking through the multiplicity of way you could find yourself in a end-of-life situation. Moreover, I’m a little surprised at my own beliefs …and how little I would want to be kept alive artificially.
Today my family is celebrating an early Christmas for my nieces That’s part of the practice when parents have joint custody. It’s sad that they won’t be around for Christmas, but I’m glad they get to see their mother. I wrote both of them letters to start to prepare them for the written communication I hope to have with them while I am in the Peace Corps. It’s interesting how my writing changed in these letters. I tend to write for young adults and adults. Writing for pre-teens is different. I don’t want to say anything that will go over their head, but I don’t want to talk down to them. In the end, honest writing is usually the best. As always.
I’ve been keeping a close eye on Gangnam Style the past few days. It looks as though it will hit 1,000,000,000 views around the moment the world is supposed to end. It’s fascinating watching the comments flow in. So many people are begging for Psy to take down the video and save us all. I know a lot of it is people messing around, but it’s still strange to watch. I love this about the Internet. It’s like watching the internal monologue of humanity–as it tries to convince itself that it’s not crazy.
I spent four hours with my family today. My cousin’s little girl just turned one year–and we all gathered in Denver. It’s nice when this time of year rolls around. I get to see my family so often. Thanksgiving. Birthdays. Christmas. New Years. It’s great. It’s exhausting but it’s nice to keep up with everybody. There are suddenly so many young children in my family. I can’t help but wonder when I will have the young child at the party.
This evening needs to be spent on two things. I need to write my 1,000 words. I also want to start reading “The Road” by Cormac McCarthy. So, before I go, I am going to leave you with one of the better poems from my early teenage years.