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On Robin Randle

Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Book, Indie Author, Robin Randle Stories, self-publishing, Where Madness Dwells, Writing with tags , , , , , on 10/09/2018 by wooddickinson

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As many of you know I had two knee replacements. Recovery from this surgery entails much more than the physical aspects of the legs and knees. The impact on your spirit is overwhelming. I wasn’t warned and didn’t anticipate this aspect of the surgery. There is no physical therapy to help you regain the use of your spirit. It is a fight you have to take up day by day and on your own. As you regain physical strength you do begin to feel better but that journey back to your prior level of activity from a mental and spiritual level track much slower than your body. For me it took almost two years to regain my passion, desire and drive to restart the effort to get Robin Randle published. The novel will be called, In The Region Where Madness Dwells § During the Time of Shadows – A Robin Randle Story. I know and that’s from a guy who likes one word titles.

I am changed after the knee replacement adventure. I haven’t returned to photography nor have I returned to active web development. I’m sure these things will come. But the one thing I am passionate about is seeing Robin Randle’s book get published. I know at sixty-six years of age I’m not going to play games with unwilling or unimaginative publishers. I did that in the movie business and succeeded but I just don’t have the time to play those games again. It seems the book publishing world is collapsing much like other traditional types of media distribution. In that I mean, music, film, art and the like. Most publishers are only interested in celebrity written books or best-selling authors. They don’t care anymore about authors writing to a smaller more eclectic audience. Translation, these publishers don’t care about these smaller eclectic audiences. I guess I don’t blame them. I mean it’s all about money isn’t it? So what to do?

I decided to join the indie nation as an independent author who will self publish for the time being. My hope is I will be able to reach the audience that may enjoy this book. As I prepare for this effort I will need your help. I see MailChimp in my future which means developing verified mailing list so people can be kept up to date on all the publishing goings on. I have a laundry list of things to do from blogging to website redesign. The book is finished, edited and ready to go. It is now in the hands of those doing the layout and cover artwork for both a nice paperback version and an eBook version.

I’m hoping to get a fan base built for Robin. She is worth it. I’m not going to ask for financial help through a fund site, I’m going to foot the bill myself this time. I believe in this novel. There’s more to the story of this book than I have told you and maybe I will share as time goes on. I ask you to support this inaugural effort. I will need your help and for that help I promise you there will be another Robin Randle novel coming soon. She just keeps bugging me. Her next book is called, Legends of the End – A Robin Randle Story and I’m 49,000 words into the manuscript as of today. It is a completely different kind of tale but 100% a Robin Randle story. I haven’t written a one-sheet for it yet but I will soon so I can tease you. If I get the support I need to launch my first Robin Randle novel then we can have fun bringing the second novel to publication. Stay tuned.

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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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The Key to Hell

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!


 
 
 
  
 Interior of pool. By Roanna Rose 
 
 
 
 
  
 Hidden by brush. By Roanna Rose 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 Interior of pool. By Roanna Rose 
 
 
 
 
  
 Interior of pool. Was filled with water. By Roanna Rose 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 Part of the pool building is a restaurant now. By Roanna Rose 
 
 
 
 
  
 Interior of pool. By Roanna Rose 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 Interior of pool. Notice mural painted on the pool wall.By Roanna Rose 
 
 
 
 
  
 Interior of pool. The area was filled with water. By Roanna Rose 
 
 
 
 






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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






		





		
		

			

			

		


	
	


	







	

	


	
					
		















	
	
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