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Mysteria in Tredecim

Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Book, Chapbook, On Writing, Robin Randle Stories, Where Madness Dwells, Writing with tags , , , , , on 05/03/2016 by wooddickinson
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Update. My novel The Robin Randle Stories, is with an editor. So I’m kind of stuck. That’s not really true, I am trying to get a new old house ready to move into. Our current home was built in 1941 but that’s not old enough anymore. Our new old house was built in 1919. Maybe as you get older you want everything around you to get even more older. I’m just saying.

So about three weeks ago I’m trying to wake up. I’m off the news feed until there is a story worth reading or seeing, that doesn’t have the word Trump in it. So while I’m waking up an idea hits me. When I first conceived The Robin Randle Stories it felt like it would contain three books in it, not just two. I always thought the first two would be the novel but I just felt that a third book would come along to round things out a bit. I didn’t know what that third book was until I was trying to wake up and avoid the new broadcasts.

It would be a book penned by Station Cross, Robin’s partner. The novel is in first person personal point of view so Robin has to be there all the time just like we are. There are things that happen that are a mystery to Robin as events unfold both because she just doesn’t remember things right and she’s just not there when people do other things. I realized Station does a lot of stuff Robin doesn’t understand or know about. The third book was born.

I started writing it and got well into it three times (that starting over again three times) before I got the feel of it right. To pay tribute to the false starts I gave the book three different titles. Station had to work through her “naming” of the book finally arriving at the simple title, The Thirteen Mysteries or Mysteria in Tredecim.

About 13,350 words later I think I have a solid draft. Took me about three weeks to get it to near finished condition. If that ever happens. I don’t know if it belongs in the novel or not. Funny how that works. I’ll let the editor make the call. I will always have it and can publish it as a chapbook if there is any interest after the novel comes out. Can’t sneak it out early, spoilers!

It was a lot of fun writing about Robin’s story from her partners point of view. Station has such a different voice. It is deeper and harder in a way but it does surprise at times with softness. I learned that she carries a different set of worries from Robin’s but no less difficult. So now all the mysteries are explained. How plans were made, what choices brought on later hardships and how Station puzzled out a way to help Robin even when she thought it would be impossible to do so.

I took a bit of time out yesterday to create another teaser trailer for the novel. Guess its the filmmaker in me. I also got Robin’s website up which is where you can see the new teaser. The URL is http://www.robinrandle.com. Oh, the three titles,

Mysteria Eleusiniaas

Sanctissimis Antiquioribus Ordinis Mysteria Eleusiniaas

also know as

The Thirteen Mysteries

(Mysteria in Tredecim)

written

by

Station Cross


Back to It

Posted in Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Block Island, Blogroll, Book, Computers, Exhibition, Fine Art Photography, Photography, Robin Randle Stories, Where Madness Dwells, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , on 02/22/2016 by wooddickinson

sea grass 128I’m getting back to all of this social media stuff. There are days I feel like throwing the iPhone in the trash and turning off the computer like, forever! I think it’s because of the amount of static or noise that finds its way into my email, Facebook and well, everything else.

That doesn’t mean I’ve stopped paying attention just that the amount of useless information that’s pushed on us is incredible. It’s hard enough to read, learn and understand the important stuff in life that the noise has become impossible to handle. I don’t think I’m alone on this. It is a matter of filtering and getting filters in place is hard with our current technology. Current marketing practices demands you irritate everyone to get your message out. Targeting systems are getting better but the junk email just blows my mind.

I’m working on a few things. First my novel “The Robin Randle Stories” is with my editor now. Hope to see it published soon. I’m starting a new novel, “Mercy Lake – a ghost story.” I’m also working on a photography project called “A Study of Pathways.”

I will have an exhibition next summer for the Block Island Conservancy. I’m very excited about that. It’s wonderful to be involved in such an important effort. Here are some websites of mine if you are interested –

Wood Dickinson – my main portal and links to everything else

The Robin Randle Stories

A Study of Pathways

Mercy Lake 

Photographic Portfolio

I’ll be much more regular about writing. I do have a lot to say!

 

Serendipity

Posted in abandoned, Blogroll, Book, Buildings, Robin Randle Stories, Where Madness Dwells with tags , , , , , on 09/26/2014 by wooddickinson

From above

Funny how things work. While looking for something completely unrelated I stumbled on the real Reding’s Mill Pool. This public pool was located just outside Joplin, MO in the tiny city of Reding’s Mill. It was a natural spring fed pool and a memorable place from my teen years.

Those of you keeping up with The Robin Randle Stories know this pool is the scene of a horrific event that keeps revisiting Robin in a more and more detailed and correct form. In the book the location of the pool is Mason, TX. I captured the map image and then found a woman who posted photos of the inside. Enjoy this bit of my past twisted into my imagination and ending up in the life of Robin. Enjoy the gallery below and thanks to Roanna Rose for posting these in some wedding pictures!

And there we were

Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Book, Cape Cod, Chicago, Church, Faith, family, God, Home, Hope, Humility, Kansas City, Love, Patti Dickinson, Poetry, Road Trip, Writing with tags , , , , on 02/02/2014 by wooddickinson

Had a wonderful weekend in Chicago with my wife Patti Shea.
Made me think of this:

“And there we were, in a kind of harmony;
and the evening was so beautiful, that it
made a pain in my heart, as when you
cannot tell whether you are happy or sad;
and I thought that if I could have a wish, it
would be that nothing would ever change,
and we could stay that way forever.”

-Margaret Atwood

During the Time of Shadows

Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Book, Faith, Fear, God, Hope, Monsters, Robin Randle Stories, Trees, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , on 01/02/2014 by wooddickinson
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Black Tower

I was closing on the tower.  It was round with a pointed roof cap a good four stories above me.  It was completely black but not like dirty stone streaked with ages of dust storms and polluted air, no it shined in the tepid moonlight reminding me of obsidian.  No, it was obsidian and the glass surface was covered with ancient words.  As hard as it was for me to believe, the tower looked to be one single piece of stone carved into this shape.  As I approached, it loomed overhead emitting black like the natural glass it was.  This tower had been forged in the heart of a volcano and born perfectly formed just for this purpose.  The writing had been etched with painstaking accuracy onto the tower’s glass surface then fused with a power that made the words glow with light.  Different colored lights passed through the letters as they gave power to these ancient words.  This language was born deep in the mists of my memory.  It was when the ancient gods of the chaos had laid their plans to hold power over all creation.  These words were as old as the wretched seven words of pure magic.

Energy streaked around the tower first in the color of white lightning but then fading to blood red giving way to a pale blue glow.  These sparks of lightning shattered the night as they wove the wicked north wind that was leaving my hands numb.

The trail played out near the base of the tower.  I wanted to keep my distance from the wretched object but that wasn’t happening.  I couldn’t imagine touching this horror.  I found myself in awe of the hopelessness held by this monstrous bit of Wormwood’s handy work.  The wind had taken on the bitter smell of almonds and the frigid air swirled around me like snakes, crushing me with the power of a language I could no longer understand.  It was spinning the terror of the unknowing.  The terror of this tower’s unknowing.  This tower should not be.  Yet, here it was.  I had to do something to get away from this freakish, malformed cold.  I could only hope this chaos wasn’t living inside the tower as well.  I forced my feet into an awkward stumble as I made my way around the tower’s base only to fall face first onto the ground of the redwood forest.  As I spit dirt and pine needles from my mouth I forced myself to get up off the molding ground.  It was then I saw it.  A problem designed to pull the last bit of hope from my heart.  The doorless opening for the tower was a good fifteen feet above ground level.  I just had to be short right?

Words like the ones on the tower

Words like the ones on the tower

Up too Late on Christmas Eve

Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Book, Clouds, Color, Faith, family, God, HDR, New York City, On Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on 12/25/2013 by wooddickinson

FlyLast night I went to see Frozen with two of my daughters. Got home about midnight a bit wired so I sat down and wrote and edited on The Robin Randle Stories. Next thing I know it’s 3 AM! Wow. Now today I’m still working on Robin’s little story but need to call it a day. It is Christmas.

The update is, Robin’s getting close to finished. Some of the transitional scenes near the end are giving me fits but hey, that’s what writings all about. Right? Never give up, Never surrender. You just keep going till the damn thing’s beat you to death! By the way, this photo here is one I took flying to New York in 2005 I think. Just found it and it spoke to me. Post production time on this photograph, three hours. Just sayin’. Oh, and if you want to be a writer, make sure pounding criticism is one of those things that doesn’t bother you.

I wish everyone a wonderful Christmas. Let the light of God’s love shine in your heart.

Peace…

Out – the eBook of 100 in 365

Posted in 100 in 365, Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Black and White, Book, Color, Fine Art Photography, HDR, Photography, Trains with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 12/12/2013 by wooddickinson

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