August 14, 2012 by bernibus
I’ve been a storyteller since I was a boy. I just loved to make stuff up, still do. I was often able to spin a yarn with such a straight face and conviction that people would believe some of the silliest things. Now, here I am too many decades later to mention still spinning. And I love it.
Some authors complain that they hit dry spells when it comes to story ideas. I really can’t relate to that. In fact, I find there isn’t enough time in the day to get it all down on paper. I don’t actually write on paper though. By some strange twist of fate I found myself as a high school freshman in first year typing, with about 60 girls and one other guy. But yeah, my intentions were pure…
I guess it was fate or serendipity or something because these days I let my fingers do the walking over the keyboard. Okay, enough already. Be sure to stop by from time to time and leave a question or comment on one of my books or blog posts. I’d love to hear from you. Until then….
I’m fond of inspirational stories. If I want doom and gloom I’ll just turn on the news or C-Span. I really like stories with what I call the passing the torch theme. That’s where one character ends up better off as a result of his contact with another character. I think my first conscious exposure to passing the torch came as a result of something stupid I did as a kid and the way my grandfather handled it. Rather than give me a lecture he let me spin a web, one I remember to this day. Check out House Of Cards…
There are many many mysteries in life. One Discover how a two-year old boy with every reason to be angry changed an entire family with his powerful energy and love. Kane, A Lesson In Love
When I was a kid I had an imaginary friend named Chet. Unlike others with imaginary friends, mine is still around. Sometimes he visits late at night and relates the strangest stories from the Bellingus Family History collection. Read the entire article>> Peyote, Deception and Butterflies
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