Steam... continued.

Clipping of the New York Times posted to the journal of Edward Sart

June 1897 

           America’s greatest scientists converge upon a small Texas town. As previously reported, the airship that crashed upon the tiny town of Aurora, finds itself under the microscope of much scientific speculation. Judge Proctor, on whose land the ship exploded, claimed salvage rights of the craft soon after on-lookers began to surround his farm. The judge, an amateur astronomer of some local note, instantly recognized the potential of such an incident and sought the town’s help in gathering as much of the debris as possible. “I knew the skyship was a value to any man of science and thusly wanted to preserve as much as I could.” The judge said.

          Thanks to the good judge’s reasoning, great men of science now pour into the town to examine and take away portions of the craft. Among those of note just arriving at the site are the famous Mr. Edison with his protégée Mr. Tesla in tow. With so many great minds examining the craft who knows what the future may bring!

Steam

Clipping of the Dallas-Time Herald posted to the journal of Edward Sart April 1897

         At about 6 o'clock this morning the early risers of Aurora were astonished at the sudden appearance of the airship which has been sailing around the country. It was traveling due north and much nearer the earth than before. Evidently some of the machinery was out of order, for it was making a speed of only ten or twelve miles an hour, and gradually settling toward the earth. It sailed over the public square and when it reached the north part of town it collided with the tower of Judge Proctor's windmill and went into pieces with a ghastly explosion, scattering debris over several acres of ground, wrecking the windmill and water tank and destroying the judge's flower garden. The pilot of the ship is supposed to have been the only one aboard and, while his remains were badly disfigured, enough of the original has been picked up to show that he was most likely a Martian.

I'm going to try and write a steampunk story.

Wish me luck!!

When I was a child I tried my hand at writing stories. I enjoyed it. I never went to school to write and I wonder what my life would have been like if I had. I think I have this notion that writers are artists and I have no idea what artists are all about. My wife was once married to a painter and she tells me stories of his adventures.

I don't have adventures...I just like to write, maybe that makes me an impostor in this art thing. I listen to other writers and I wonder how they came up with their ideas and sparkling prose. I'm writing a book, although right now I'm stuck at 40,000 words.

I wanted to become a lawyer before I died because it sounded neat. It was hard work and a lot of money and time. In the end the law has caused me a lot of pain. I charged too little and did too much. As I sit here and write this I wonder if it was all worth it. I think I did a lot of good, but I wish I enjoyed it more.

The law is more like verbal math than writing prose. You have your issue, your law, your facts, and then the analysis. Logic was never my strong point in school but I guess I got good at it. The whole legal process so formulaic that for a while I couldn't figure out how the "real" world worked anymore. I don't need all that to write. I just need a pen and paper.

I enjoy writing, which makes it feel like I'm cheating somehow.

So

What the hell am I doing in Charleston, S.C? Family issues and burn out mostly. I'm not practicing law right now. Honestly, I was losing my mind at the violence and the work load so taking a break was something I needed to do. Will I practice again? I'm not sure of anything, but I am happy with the break.

What's life like down here? Its hot....its very very hot.
What am I doing? A little bit of everything but a lot of writing mostly.

New things for 2011

Lots of things have happened to me in two years. I've moved, retired, and now I'm not sure what I'm up too. Stick around and find out!!!

You can tell its Spring.

I've got DV clients coming out of my ears, crazy men kidnapping their children and nuts creeping out of the woodwork.

What in the hell you ask does this have to do with writing?

I write the same way I read...to escape. That's why I like fluff fiction. I've never had the inclination to write the great American Novel. I just want to have some fun. I know there are monsters in the world, I see what they do almost every day.

When I try to freaking relax I just prefer my monsters have tentacles.