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THE EXCITING JOURNEY OF Writing
​a Fictional Book

"IT'S A LUXURY BEING A WRITER,
​ BECAUSE ALL YOU EVER THINK ABOUT IS LIFE."

​AMY TAN






NEWEST BOOK-"MY BEST FRIEND IS" COMING NOV 1ST

10/21/2017
"My Best Friend Is," consists of two short stories about best friends. Stories about sharing and discovery. Laughter and tears. I wrote about  times in young lives in both Jamison and Joey, when a hike becomes a big adventure, and in Three Strikes, baseball becomes more than a game for young Eddy.  

Below the first chapter of Jamison and Joey. The book will be available on November 1st.
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There are various types of friendship, but this book is about best friends. It is a special type of friendship. It is a precious gift given by one person to another.

What makes this friendship so special is it comes with no strings attached. A best friend seems to always be that calming voice of reason, a quiet listener, along with a reassuring hug that everything will be okay.
       
Best friend shares stories no one else hears, they share adventures, and a piece of chocolate cake with two forks. Best friends go out of their way for you because they want to.

When your life is treading in turbulent waters your best friend will always be your safe harbor.

Best friends let you be yourself, they make you smile, and laugh with you.

JAMISON AND JOEY
BY
Robert Stephen


CHAPTER 1

Today began like any other summer day at the farm. However, Joey did not want, like any other summer day at the farm. Not today. He sat on the lowest step of the wooden porch occasionally looking up for any sign of Jamison. In this position to ease his mind, he picked up a couple of pebbles from the ground and absentmindedly tossed them back in the dirt.

            This morning Joey got dressed and was out of the house early. He finished his daily chores, ate his breakfast, and now sat on the porch waiting impatiently for his close friend.
            "Where can he be, Jamison is usually here by now," murmured Joey to himself, craning his neck hoping to spot his best friend. Today boredom would disappear because Jamison and Joey would have a great adventure, at least, according to Joey's plans. Joey knew of only one person in the whole world he could share a great adventure with, his friend Jamison.

            He looked up and smiled. He knew the day would be great. Off in the distance coming up the road was Jamison. Of course, it was at Jamison's own leisurely pace, and as usual, he was daydreaming. Joey's friend was off somewhere, lost in his thoughts, his imagination taking him to places others seldom explored. For Jamison, castles, jungles, wild animals, and hostile worlds were normal. 

            Earl, Jamison's father, worked on the farm with Joey's father and friend Michael Cody. Often Earl Longman, not one for daydreaming, would scold his son and accuse Jamison of wasting far too much time thinking of nonsense. However, Jamison’s grandmother was the young boy's biggest ally. She always defended and encouraged her grandson to have big thoughts and far bigger dreams. 

Today would be a beautiful day if the morning were a good barometer. The summer sky was awash in the deepest bluest color Joey had ever seen. The only exception, a pair of small clouds lazily drifted across the otherwise seamless blue sky.
They were floating together over the tall mountains towards Lightning Lake. 

            Joey saw this as a sign. Two clouds beckoning the two young explorers. On this warm perfect day the boys, like Greek sailors, would follow the wispy call of the Sirens. Their adventure would take them up over those same mountains to Lightning Lake.

            Joey had it all planned in his head. It would take two hours to reach the mountaintop, leaving them three hours of exploration time around the lake, and another two hours to return, just in time for dinner. The plan was perfect, and he knew Jamison would think so too.
            “Hey Jamison, how you doin,” asked Joey, as Jamison came within earshot of his friend.
            “Hi Joey, doin okay how about you? Hi Mr. Cody, how are you?”
            “Hi Jamison, I’m fine thanks.” 
             “Jamison, your father’s out by the barn if you need to see him.”
            “Thanks, Mr. Cody, but I’ll see him later. I was up early and had breakfast with him before he came over here today and I’ll go home with him tonight.”

            As Jamison reached the porch, Joey grabbed his friend and pulled him up the three wooden stairs. "Hey, why are you grabbing me," asked Jamison, but Joey was so excited he ignored Jamison's question. He could hardly wait to tell his best friend his idea.

            “Do you know what we’re going to do today Jamison,” he whispered.
            “No, but I hope it’s fun.”  
           Barely able to contain his enthusiasm Joey pulled Jamison off to the side, away from the opened front door. “We're going to have an adventure, a big adventure!  We're going to hike to Lightning Lake.”
            At first, the statement did not register with Jamison, but when it did, he looked at Joey and said in disbelief, “Are you crazy, we can’t do that. You know my dad won't let me do that, and yours won't either. Do they know? No, Joey, the idea is too crazy. Do you know how long it will take? What if we get lost, no, let’s do something else, something safer.”
           
            "Shhh, not so loud," said Joey squeezing his friend's arm.
            "Ouch, that hurts."
           "Jamison, I've got it all planned out. If we leave in fifteen minutes and go straight there, we’ll be back before the sun goes down. We have to do this Jamison, it'll be the greatest adventure of the summer. Heck, school starts in two weeks, and we haven't done anything great during the summer. If we don't do it, soon we'll be too old."


              "Joey, we're only ten. Why would you say that?"
            "It's what I hear grown-ups saying when they want to do something. Please, you’re my best friend and who better than you. C'mon you know I'm right, and you want to do this with me. What if we go up there and find gold?"

             "What if we go up there and find Indians or ghosts?"

        Together, the two small boys stood on the porch and staring up at the tall mountains. One squeezing the porch rail with fear and apprehension, the other rubbing his front legs with excitement of the upcoming adventure.
           
            "What if we find gold up there, come back with it, and give it to our folks," said Joey. How can they be mad if we bring back lots of gold? Jamison, if you had a kid, and he came back with gold, and gave it all to you would you be mad?"    
            "No, I wouldn’t be mad I’d be happy."
            "That's right, if you were a parent you would be happy and ours will too."
           "Okay, but what about food, we’re going to get hungry?"                                          

           Joey raised his hand, signaling for Jamison to stay put, and went inside his house, only to return seconds later carrying a backpack and two canteens.
            Jamison rolled his eyes and said, “You had this planned, didn’t you? I don’t know Joey,” having second thoughts.
            Joey stepped closer to Jamison and said, “You’re my best friend, and I thought you would be as excited as I am. The two of us climbing the mountain and finding buried treasure. C'mon, isn't that exciting?”
           
             "If we don't bring back gold, I can only imagine how excited my dad will be."

            Joey's friend thought for a long moment before replying, "You’re my best friend too, and yes it would be exciting to bring back gold, but I don't know. My dad and grandma could sure use it. Okay, but you have to promise we'll be home before dinnertime."
            "Of course, I promise."
            Jamison thought for another moment, then smiled and said, "Okay let’s do it."  
            Joey's face lit up then just as quickly became serious as he glanced past Jamison.
            "What's wrong?"
            "Shhh," Joey sounded.
            "Stop shushing me."
            Joey swiftly looked around to make sure no one was listening to their conversation. Like all great explorers, the two boys shook hands and began making preparations.
            "We can leave now everything we need is in that bag."
            Jamison said, “Before we go let me use the bathroom.”
            He left Joey standing on the porch mapping out the detail of their journey in his mind. Jamison entered Joey’s home, said hello to Mrs. Cody, and headed for Joey’s bedroom, not the bathroom. Minutes later Jamison walked out of his friend's bedroom, said goodbye to Joey’s mother and returned to where Joey was waiting. 
            "Ready to go," asked Joey.
            "Let's go," said Jamison.
            Together the two ten-year-old boys set off for the lake. Suddenly Jamison's father, a medium-sized muscular man walked out from the barn and shouted, "What are you two boys up to?"
            Joey answered first, "We're just going up to the tree line Mr. Longman, just exploring that's all."
          Jamison's father said firmly, "You boys come back here; I want to talk to both of you. Still got work needs to be done and you two can help. Joey, you need to help your father more around this farm."

           Indecisive, both boys stood looking down at the ground hoping to find an answer hidden in the dirt. Mr. Longman's voice was rigid when he next spoke, "Now I know you boys have ears because I can see them. And I know they work, because you stopped moving and even replied to me when I first spoke to you. Now, I bet you can make those legs work too because I want both of you to march over to me, right now."
           
           Hearing voices outside, Laura Cody appeared at the front door to see about all of the commotion. Softly pushing open the screen door she stepped out and watched the two boys drift slowly back to Jamison's father. 
            With a mother's instinct, she asked, "Hey boys, Earl, what's going on?"
            "The boys here are going gallivanting, while there's still work needs to get done. I'm helping Michael, but an extra two helpers wouldn't hurt."
        
         Compassionately, Laura looked on as the two boys walked towards Earl, heads down as though too heavy for their shoulders. She stepped further out onto the porch and looked up at the sky. She closed her eyes as the sun's warmth kissed her skin and took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. It felt as pure as a winter's snow surrendering to a new spring. For a long moment, Laura allowed her imagination to drift to another time.
         
              In a sweet and melodic voice she said, "You know Earl, look at all of this. What a beautiful day, don't you think so boys?"
        
         Joey and Jamison stopped in their tracks and glanced at each other. Joey smiled, "It sure is mom it's a great day." Captivated by the weather and the mountainous scenery there in her front yard, Laura smiled back and asked, "Now what would you two boys do on a day like today?"    
             
           "We're going to the tree line to explore, maybe find some old Indian arrows or something."
       
           Earl sensed what was happening and tried to put an end to the conversation, "There are no Indian arrows up there, boy's there's nothing but trees and a steep mountain."
           
           Ignoring Earl, Laura said, "Indian arrows, wow that sounds exciting. Better than chores which you'll do tomorrow won't you?"

         The two young boy's faces lit up, the corners of their mouths turned upwards, their eyes brightened. The mayor of the town just gave her blessings. 
          "Yes, we'll do chores tomorrow."
            Laura looked over at Earl who rolled his eyes. He knew he'd been outmaneuvered.
            "Tomorrow okay with you Earl?"
       
            Accepting defeat Earl says, "Spoiling over responsibility.  Doesn't look like I have much of a choice Laura, but it will be chores tomorrow, all day. We'll start right after breakfast, and there’ll be no complaining."
            "We promise, chores tomorrow and no complaining," chimed both boys.   
            "Be home before dark, and be careful," said Laura as she glanced over at Earl.
            Joey and Jamison both replied, "We'll be careful," as they marched off to their adventure.


                                                                                                    End of Chapter 1

#friendship,#best friends,#safe harbor,#meaning of friendship,#my best friend is
 

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OMG-I'M OUT OF IDEAS----NOT!

10/15/2017
If as a writer there comes a time when you think you have nothing to write about, I am sorry to say you are mistaken. First push the button inside your brain that is your imagination, then read the headlines in the news.

There are a thousand fictional stories mixed in those headlines almost each day.


Case in point, my book Remain Alive is a science fiction story about Artificial Intelligence, its taking over the world and destroying mankind. AI is the future that is without a doubt. I read an article last year that predicted by the year 2035 the world would no longer use hard currency.

I thought about it and wrote the following two paragraphs , which are in Chapter 1. 


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"By 2039, banking relied heavily on electronics and nearly all transactions were paperless. Money electronically transferred in and out of accounts in seconds. Influential financial institutions began campaigning that real hard currencies were no longer necessary and argued that they were expensive and inefficient forms of making payments. Governments around the world started destroying their currencies and no longer recognized them as acceptable forms of payment.
            Society's enemy had become the corporations, the rulers of the new world. However, even the most powerful rulers have enemies. The corporation's enemy had become the machine. Late that same year the banking system without warning collapsed and all bank accounts worldwide suddenly disappeared. This was the work of the Summation, a single leader. Its reach was worldwide; its center unknown, it had infiltrated and now controlled every human being's life. It was the beginning of the age of the machine and the beginning of the demise of humankind."

I know, I know. A bit ominous, but my post continues. You're probably asking what has this to do with price of bananas. Nothing, except today October 15, 2017 I came across this headline and subsequent small article from Yahoo Finance.

 Brittany Jones-Cooper Thu, Oct 12 12:59 PM PDT Yahoo Finance

These countries have gone mostly cashless

They say that cash is king, but newer and more convenient payment methods are gunning for the crown.
These days, more and more countries are adopting cashless payments, which includes credit card purchases, contactless payments, mobile banking apps and digital options like Apple Pay. To see which countries were adopting cashless the quickest, Forex, a global travel site, conducted a study comparing 20 of the world’s largest economies.
In the report, Canada was singled out as the country most embracing cashless technology, which could be attributed to its population changing attitudes that began several years ago. A recent survey in May found that 50% of Canadians are ready to get rid of banknotes and coins. While a 2013 MasterCard survey found 90% of the total value of consumer payments in Canada were made through non-cash methods.

​My two paragraphs seem to be two decades too late, events may happen sooner than I wrote about.Is it something to be concerned about?
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​The point here is that even something so small can be the linchpin to a great story.

So next time you're wondering where the next idea is coming from, mix your imagination with a small seemingly unimportant story you found in the news.   






#imagination,#importance of imagination,#power of imagination,#internet,#imagine,#storytelling

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IN SEARCH OF PERFECTOS MAXIMOS

10/11/2017
Perfection –the highest degree of proficiency, skill, or excellence. For most of us mortals it is an unattainable goal. Why?
Who amongst us would we trust to tell us what is perfect or what is not?
 
Why all this gibberish you ask? Because when it comes to writing a novel, most of us flounder looking for the elusive creature known as “Perfectos Maximos.”
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This creature is extremely rare and impossible to catch. If you do find one and touch the head of Perfectos Maximos it can and will destroy your creativity.  How and why you ask?
 
Perfectos Maximos does not exist except in our minds.

Writing is an art. It takes time and constant practice. No one ever reaches perfection in their writing. Perfection is a mystery, the Fountain of Youth, Shangri La.

Writing novels are different from "How to," or "Self Help," books. Subjects I know nothing about nor do I care to. I'm a storyteller, plus my whole life I always chose the harder road. Maybe one day I'll change, but I doubt it.

The creativity begins inside of you. "I have a story," you say, but I ask, "Do you have the desire to write that story?"
Will you sabotage that desire by telling yourself, "It's not that good?"

Accept the fact that you are you going to make mistakes. Once you understand that important piece of the map, begin.
But you hesitate and say, "I want it to be perfect." 


Do you mean that you want no misspelled words, a clear story line, interesting characters, interesting dialog, a story so compelling the reader could not put it down?" Is that what you are looking for? Those are just the tip of the iceberg. There is so much more to learn.

This post is not to dissuade you from writing but to encourage you to start. I read these few words recently and they say everything you need to remember. Burn these into your psyche and never forget.
 

           Don't over think your craft — simply trust your ability

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Start with only one objective. That you will finish, no matter how long it takes you.

While you are on your journey be open to discovering new things. To survive, you must have one mindset in particular. 


                        READ, READ, READ.

Every author who has come before has a story about the trials and tribulations of how they became novelists. Read their biographies, but above all read their novels. Two at a time. That way you can compare styles.
 
Find a couple of good books on, "How to Write a Novel," and read those simultaneously. One I like, "How to Grow a Novel-Sol Stein," is very good.
 
Write your story as you are reading those books because you will re-write it at least two more times.
 
Above everything else, you must be patient with yourself. In time the transformation will emerge and your writing will improve.

                                                                                #writing,#how to write a novel,#how to become a successful writer,#how to author a book,#how to grow a novel

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MY BEST FRIEND IS

10/8/2017
Friendship
I think Muhammad Ali, the great boxer, said it best: "Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It’s not something you learn in school. But if you haven’t learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven’t learned anything."
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For all of us, friendship is a precious commodity.
To me real friendship comes with no demands, no judgments, lots of laughter, honesty, and love.


My next book, "My Best Friend Is," coming November 1st of this year, is a book with two stories about children and friendship.

"Jamison and Joey"- The setting is on a farm nestled in mountains. The sky is bluer than blue, the trees are tall, and the mountains surround a place called Lightning Lake.

The two boys set out on an adventure that ends up more than they bargained for. Faced with a deadly storm, ghosts from two centuries ago, and a grizzly bear the boys only have each other to depend on.


Three Strikes- Eddy spends months practicing pitching, but why? In an act of selfless determination he teaches a community the meaning of friendship.  

I'll talk more about these stories and the process as the month goes on.

Nobel Prize winner in 1957 for Literature, Author Albert Camus eloquent statement is a proper close.


"Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend." 

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YOU'RE QUITE THE CHARACTER

10/1/2017
Creating interesting characters for stories takes practice. All writers, even the best, look for ways to improve.

Stop and think about what makes an interesting character. Consider the people you have met or know. A favorite uncle and his boring wife, your aunt. Are there people you envy, and why? People you despise, why?

Look at those around you as characters in a book and embellish their personalities. Mom is a good cook. She is meticulous about the ingredients of each dish she makes, the preparation, the cooking utensils she uses.

Create a character who is a struggling chef in a restaurant.
 

The chef is too busy to go to the farmers market for tonight's patrons, one a famous person, but sends his trusted assistant. The food and the assistant never arrive back at the restaurant. The night is a disaster.

How would the chef act? What would he or she say? What happened to the assistant and would the chef's meticulous mannerisms be important to the rest of the story? Do you introduce another character to help or hinder the main character?

Would one build a house without a foundation? Of course not. Could you build a story based on the example of the chef? Without the chef's particular characteristics what good would the plot or story be?


The writer Graham Greene once wrote.


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 I agree, once the character takes hold you become an observer.

If you need help on how to build and create characters there are hundreds of books and articles about the subject, which I have several.


One I found was quite simple and helpful, and it's free. Here is the link creating a character.
Writing fiction takes practice. Developing interesting and believable characters is part of the process. 


We're Writers-We See the World Differently

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A pedestrian walks down a busy street with one thought. "I must arrive at my destination." 
A writer walks down the same busy street with many thoughts.
"Who lives and works behind those doors.
Fifty years ago. Fifty years from now. 
What monsters lurk in the shadows.
An unnoticed nickle on the ground. 
A window, a table, two chairs, a couple falling in love.
A lone soul, hands in pocket, head down, shoulders bent, everything lost.
A boy and his scruffy dog running down an alleyway. Bumper to bumper traffic, anger, happiness, laughing, yelling."

To a writer, every thing they observe is a prop for their stories.


#writers,#imagination,#stories,#character development,#building a character,#character,#plot
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    Robert Stephen.
    What makes a writer? What do you envision when you think about that question?

    Someone sitting by an open window looking out over the ocean, desert, mountains? Rainy day, foggy, sunny? 

    My definition of a writer of fiction. A person who drives himself or herself to the edge of insanity when writing a story to the best of their ability that you the reader find entertaining.

    I can honestly say my life has been interesting, far from boring.  Land baron, restaurateur, photographer, artisan, author. A life full of ups and downs. A life full of stories.

    Along the way I've met hundreds of people, some interesting, some not. Some dangerous, some beautiful, some kind, and some cruel. During my lifetime I've even had my heart run over a couple of times, but when all of it is said and done I wouldn't trade it in. 


    Writing has always been inside of me, but the siren never called to me. I wasn't ready until one day in October of 2015 when life said, "Start writing."

    Writing is a long journey, full of many perils, but don't be afraid it is an exciting adventure! 

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