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Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Block Island, Book, Fear, God, Love, Monsters, self-publishing, Writing with tags , , , , , on 10/10/2018 by wooddickinson

Hekate's KeyAs preparations get underway for the release of the first Robin Randle story I want to give folks a heads up on things. Websites will be changing so watch for that. My blog is 10 Past Midnight and is located at http://www.10pastmidnight.com. Probably where you are right now. I plan on using this blog as my main launch point but I want you to know about a few other locations on the Internet. Most will carry the same information. The Robin Randle site is up for major work. The mail list sign up is on this blogs home page. Right side of the page. I’m using Mail Chimp and I think it is safe.

https://www.facebook.com/TheRobinRandleStories/
https://www.facebook.com/10pastmidnight/
http://www.robinrandle.com

I need every ones help in putting together this mail list. Did I say everyones help? Share with your friends, blast social media, what ever you’d like. I’m not proud. I promise I won’t hit you with a 100 emails a day but it will be the best way for you to find out when the book is going to be released. I will probably do an early release date that will include a limited number of signed copies. Detail to follow.

As for my new novel, Legends of the End, Robin finds herself in a situation the likes she’d never dreamed of facing. There are horrors pulled from Howard Phillips Lovecraft’s mythologies intermixed with the realities of Robin’s life. I don’t want to say too much as it might end up being spoilers for the first book. Here is a short clip. Enjoy:

Legends of the End by Wood Dickinson ©2018 All Rights Reserved

Once I got there I raised my hands then brought them down together. I held them before my chest, I gathered my power, my angelic power hoping to knock this creature away. I didn’t care what Alex saw anymore. I worked my hands together like I was molding clay but this ball was no clay. I said, “Ialpurg noar .” (The burning flames has become – translated from Angelic) .and a glow of light began to build up from my palms. I looked up at the creature, it had become aware of the power I was attempting to open. It let go of Alex and started backing away. The light I held became bright like a small blue star in my hands. I tried lifting my hands so I couldn’t express that power away from me and into the monster but it never left my hands. The light just got brighter until I had to drop it. The star lept into me and I stiffened for a moment then glowed. What a shit storm. I couldn’t believe this, any of this. This was not happening. The shock of absorbing the energy I’d created was just too much for me. Things began to spin. A darkness creeped into the edge of my vision and I felt that horrible feeling you have when you know you’re going to pass out. I fought it, then I was gone.

Outrage!

Posted in Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Climate Change, Faith, family, Fear, God, Humility, Love with tags , , on 04/07/2016 by wooddickinson

4289975I get up this morning and I’m greeted by a news story on the radio about Ted Cruz making an unfortunate campaign stop in the Bronx. A man named Rebel Diaz yelled, “He is anti-immigrant. He denies climate change. He’s a right-winged bigot and he’s not welcomed here.” Wow.

I’m an artist and writer. The freedom to create work that may express a certain viewpoint is critical to me as it should be to all Americans. Expressing one’s opinions is part of the social discourse of our lives. Without this, we simply lose an entire part of who we are as individuals. Mr. Diaz has a right to his opinion and a right to express it in a peaceful manner. So does Ted Cruz. You may not like what Mr. Cruz has to say but vitriol is never a proper response. Respectful discourse is at the core of what we Americans are.

We as individuals must respect the views of others. We don’t have to be open to listening but we must act with respect. I think so many of us use our loud voice so we don’t have to truly listen to another’s views. I mean listening is dangerous because if you really listen and seek to understand (not agree) to another person’s feelings, thoughts, ideas you might find that you have to rethink your own views and maybe, just maybe change them.

For those who don’t know here is the first amendment to the constitution of the United States-

Amendment I

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

No where in this amendment does it say I have the right to scream and disrupt public assembly. What it does say is that we have the right to assemble as a group to protest and give voice to our political beliefs but it must be done peaceably.

You don’t need a law degree to understand the constitution. It’s very plain. For instance, like it or not, the second amendment says we the people have the right to keep a well regulated militia as well as a right to keep and bear arms. Don’t shoot (pun intended) the messenger.

Amendment II

A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.

Agree or not this amendment guarantees two things. #1 we can maintain a well regulated militia (army) and #2 we as individuals have a right to have a gun and use it when needed as long as its use isn’t in violation of the law meaning the commission of a crime. What it doesn’t say is that individual states have the right to control my ability to do so.

As an artist I feel all of the rights guaranteed in the constitution must be protected. I may not like it but when you chip away at one part you chip away at the whole. No good comes from that.

Remember our Declaration of Independence says –

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.

What that means is we the people are in control not our government. Remember that we fought a war to gain relief from oppression by England.

I’m just sayin’

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

Where I’m At

Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Fear, Hope, Humility, Love, Need, On Writing, Trees with tags , , , , , on 12/14/2013 by wooddickinson

eco-friendly-signChristmas looming and I’m still back in October. I just get stuck there every year. I love days in October when the wind is blustering about and stirring up leaves and making a mess of the world. It reminds me of my mind. Those days late in October when large quantities of leaves come down from the trees like rain I’ll just sit on the front porch to work soaking up this rare kind of day. I smile at all the folks that seem moved to rake up all these fallen leaves as fast as possible. It’s like that chaotic mass of little multicolored objects all scattered across the yards, piling up in the corners of our world and creating nesting places for the brown recluse spider are just too much of a reminder how little control we have.

We like to believe we are masters over this earth, capable of bringing this mighty planet to its knees when the truth is everything and I mean just about anything going on inside and outside in our lives; is out of control. Chaos is part of the natural order of things and who are we to disturb that beautiful chaos of fall thinking that when the yard is all cleaned up, every leaf tucked away in its eco-friendly bag set out at the curb on Monday as yard waste for the trash pickup fellows, that we are any closer to order in our lives than we were before all that effort was spent.

We are fairly powerless really where just about everything is concerned. My advice is not to worry about the external trappings of life but rather seek the internal peace that comes from living a life where paying it forward, humility and quiet are the norm.

As an artist it’s in those quiet moments that I just might possibly glimpse a bit of what’s real in the universe.

peace..

PS – the free tip of the day: After you’ve written a part of your next great american novel, use a program on your computer to “speak” it to you. Listen closely and you’ll be amazed how hearing the writing lends an amazing perspective and an opportunity to fix all those nasty little writing quarks that drive editors (and readers) nuts. Remember, these are stories and stories are meant to be heard.

 

The Touch

Posted in Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Faith, family, Fear, God, Home, Hope, Humility, Kansas City, Love, Need, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on 11/06/2013 by wooddickinson
like a whisper
my hand plants in yours

unaware

scared you’ll pull away. 

no I pull, no risk, can’t risk

when you sleep sometimes, I steal a touch,

placed my hand upon your back
but
only for a moment.
 
sometimes you reach out to me
take my hand
 
I feel life unfolding like a breath
knowing it will be gone soon.

what is it that makes your touch so powerful?

only you

it holds me in fear and awe,

i wish for it

that you will snuggle toward me in the night
needing me

like air.

11/5/2013 – fairway, kansas

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