Why I Write What I Do

This is in response to a pen pal who admonished me to not write about violence and “occult” things.

There’s a saying that keeps popping up: “Nothing amazing ever came out of a comfort zone.” It really is true. Just imagine where we’d be today if General Washington, freezing his butt off at Valley Forge, had just thrown up his hands and said, “Well, I’m cold, let’s all go home.” I could come up with dozens of examples.

Marie Curie (discovered radiation) once said, “Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.” I have to wonder what this world would be like if we all put effort into understanding each other and the world we live in.

I write about the dark side of nature because, without the darkness, the light is meaningless. “Good” and “Evil” are human inventions, and good versus evil is the oldest story line in human history. You can stop reading my book because a description of lions hunting makes you uncomfortable, but you will miss the story of redemption and forgiveness. I understand that, but it is sad.

There is no “good” or “evil” in nature. There is only a struggle to survive long enough to pass on one’s genes. There is nothing inherently noble, or evil, about nature, it just is. We humans like to think we are above nature, beyond it, but we are not. Sure, our weapons and medicines help us adapt and live longer, but we are not immune to the world around us.

As for “paranormal” and “occult”, take a trip back 1,000 years and strike a match to light a fire. They will burn you at the stake with that fire for practicing “black magic”. What would have been “paranormal” back then is now basic applied Chemistry. The difference is that now we know WHY a match works. Imagine what we may KNOW tomorrow! What we call paranormal, or occultish, or evil may be simply beyond our ability to understand with the knowledge and technology we have now. There’s nothing to be feared about that; in fact, it’s EXCITING!

The only reason we know what we know as a species, is because people stepped out of their comfort zones and found the amazing. I was uncomfortable writing some of those scenes, but I got through them to write an amazing story about the power of forgiveness. I will not apologize for finding the light in the darkness of HUMAN nature. Madame Curie was right, now IS the time (more than ever) to seek to understand more, so that we can fear less. If we don’t face our fears, we become slaves to what we THINK we should be afraid of, never knowing if there was even a need for the fear.

There are some truly amazing things out there. We only need to stretch beyond our comfort zones to find them.

Love,

Monica

“Find the Light”

Got the First Proof Copy

It came while I was busy crocheting.  20160812_170559Wow, there were a lot of changes to make.  I didn’t bother changing formats from the Kindle version, so it didn’t look right in a print book.  Well, I’ve fixed that.

The print version will have a few extra features that the Kindle version doesn’t.  😉

Now to order a new proof!

Holy Cow, I Did It!

I actually published my first book!  I’ve been carrying this story around inside me for about 22 years, and now it’s out in the world.  Well, will be when released on August 15th.  Here’s the final cover:

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Cool, huh?

The Amazing Peaches!

Peaches is an amazing person. I know, I know, I’m biased, but she just keeps proving it. Like last night. I had been really emotional all day, and finally broke down on the way to bed. She wasn’t even in the room, but knew something was really wrong. As I passed her house on the way to the stairs, she was looking at me with her head cocked to one side. When you see that in a bunny, you worry about ear infection, so I always check on her when she does that. She knows this, I’m sure, that’s why she did it. Continue reading

Paradise

Three years from home. Three long years alone. But this is the life an explorer leads, and I would not trade it for anything. As I float in the vast blackness of space, I see a bright blue speck in the distance. It beckons me. Drawing nearer, lush green continents peek out from beneath the pure white streaks of wind driven clouds. Now caught in the planet’s gravity, I choose a large continent to explore and begin my descent. As I prefer to explore green forests, I focus on an area in the middle of this oddly shaped land mass. A wide river that appears to branch into four other streams, all large enough to navigate, looks like a great place to begin my examination of this world. I choose to join the river about one kilometer up from where the rivers diverge. Continue reading

Long Distance Rockhounding

Seriously? How the heck does that work? Simple, someone gives me a rock to identify, and I identify it.

In this case, my uncle in Oklahoma sent a rock for me to look at. It is a very strange rock which, of course, makes it interesting. The rock is very heavy, mostly black, but with a brown “skin” over the outside. The top is smoothly rounded, the bottom dipped in. The broken face is very uniform in color, but looks exactly like broken metal. During an examination with a 30x magnifier, I find a small pocket with globular metallic formations inside. Continue reading

The GMO Question

Let’s define some terms. GMO is an acronym for Genetically Modified Organism, but modified how? There are two main types of genetic manipulation, artificial selection (cross-breeding) and bioengineering. Let’s explore both.

Everything in a grocery store has been genetically modified by artificial selection. This practice of breeding for desired traits started at the very dawn of agriculture. It’s why there are more than 7,500 varieties of apples. Every domestic animal, from your pets to the chicken you had for dinner, has been selectively bred. This form of genetic modification is so common that it’s easy to overlook, but it’s important to remember that these organisms are not natural and would not survive as they are in nature. Continue reading

Uravan, a 2 Year Adventure

In September 2013, we made our annual pilgrimage to Grand Junction. Dad had gotten a pocket-sized Geiger counter for his birthday and wanted to wander around the old uranium mining town to see what he could find. We had stopped at the crest of a hill to check a promising looking rock when a lightening bolt arced over our heads and hit the ground about a half mile away. This was close. Forget your hair standing on end, I heard it crackle through the air. Continue reading

Ghost Truck, Part 2

Everything around me slows almost to a stop. I flip the page again. The picture is of that beautiful green truck with a smiling old man in the driver’s seat. Some of the text pops out, the man had saved milk money as a boy and bought the truck as soon as he could drive. I look up to see the truck has inched closer to me. The old man is behind the wheel, mid scream, with fear on his face. Continue reading