The Bible Is a Parable: A Middle Ground Between Science and Religion
And last but certainly not least, I thank God for the level of health, both mental as
well as physical, that I have been preserved in, that has allowed me to participate in this
latest rendition of the -Impossible Dream. |
Beyond that I would have to speculate as to what other blessings may have been
bestowed, but I have been encouraged into a -Literary Witness | far beyond what I could
have ever expected to see in myself until the wonderful occasion that has now come to
Now, this is where most authors thank all those who were instrumental in bringing his
work to the point of publishing, with the editing, polishing the text, etc. Mine has been a
unique and very different experience.
Within the group of authors wherein I learned the craft of writing beyond the limits of
essays were two with very obvious differences, who became important to my initial
Fred Perry, aka -Dallas | from his very colorful background in intelligence, had an
eye for detail. The background context that appeared in his works taught me something
about seeing beyond the story line of my first effort.
Naida West kept insisting, -You have to make your character think and feel beyond
just acting and doing. Her stories of the California Indian culture brought historically
known persons as well as those who were unknown to life for me through that technique.
As I persevered in my new vocation, many stories were incidentally related during
meetings about the impossibly chaotic condition that the publishing world appeared to be
descending into from the late ‘90s and beyond. Unknown authors seemed to be
increasingly locked out of any possibility of getting any kind of notice whatever.
The adventure that I was having buoyed me beyond the concerns of any kind of
readership possibilities, as I worked through my first and then into this, my second effort.
I never even tried any of the old ways or their alternatives (self-publishing, etc.). The
stories told as others engaged themselves in these pursuits were enough to encourage me
to look elsewhere. A certain disquietude began to disturb my peace of mind as the
realization began to dawn that a literary witness would be useless if there was no
opportunity to share what had been so avidly compiled. I looked into subsidy publishing
at some point but found it to be much too expensive for my level of resources.
Over a period of time I became aware of an ad appearing periodically in my
Washington Times subscription touting a different kind of publisher. I finally broke down
and read it the next time that it appeared.
Elderberry Press seemed to be a relatively small but different kind of publisher. One
who actually read manuscripts sent for evaluation. Of course he was a subsidy publisher,
but the cost was half of my first inquiry. David St.John‘s operation was different. A print-
on-demand breed who was into electronic publishing, the kind that I had heard the big
publishing houses were trying to ramp up their operations to include as a hedge against
complete failure. There would be none of the book inventory problems I had heard so
much about during my adventure in prose.
Now with two books published and favorably reviewed, I seemed to have sidestepped
all of the sad stories that I‘d heard so much about, an exercise in serendipity far beyond
any understanding I have of mere coincidence. A neophyte, potentially frustrated writer
to a published author without falling into any of the potholes that I‘d heard others wail
about. How should one assess that circumstance? Just plain good fortune? This list of