I stared at an old calendar here
And thought of the bygone days and year
I wondered where the time went
The minutes and hours spent
Like coins to a vendor
Without fanfare or splendor
Dropped out of my hand with a clink
When I longed for a drink
So fizzy and sweet
The pleasure so fleet
Now with a tinge of regret
A feeling hard to forget
To think the moment I savored
No longer full-flavored
But away it was traded
My delight soon faded
The drink I had drunk
My silver for junk
In spite of the repentant sentiment in my impromptu poem, my personal 2011 was productive, stressful, adrenaline-laden and way too exciting. It was a whirlwind year for me. Somewhere between my family, two jobs and wonderfully demanding church service, I started and finished my first novel, "Shinar 54," a work of apocalyptic science fiction. I like to think of it as epic in scope, but intimate in its perspective. Yesterday the local paper, our beloved and uniquely positioned Eastern Arizona Courier, ran an article and a review, calling it "smooth-reading science fiction excellence." This is where I pause and my natural aptitude for narcissism takes over for a one brief shining moment. Check out the links below. Thanks to Jennifer Griffith, local novelist, newspaper contributor, and all-around great person, for the wonderful review. I recommend her delightful novels to one and all. Check out her blog, too, if you like.
