Peregrine Arc: An Author's Scratchwork
Listing some personal goals below that are related to my own writing. I kept them short and to the point. Have your own you want to share? Leave them below and I’ll take a looky-lou. I believe in encouraging others, especially fellow writers, on reaching their goals and dreams, too.
I look at goals as something to steer towards on the horizon. Even if we don’t meet them all, what did we learn and gain along the way?
Welcome to Day 12 of Blogmas 2018. We’re halfway through Blogmas! I’m reposting a sample paragraph or two of my novel here for you to read. Enjoy, my little Arcians. Ker-kaw!
Like what you read? Thirsty for more? Then scurry on over and consider picking up a copy for Christmas. You can choose between ebook and paperback. If you have Kindle Unlimited, it’s currently free. Parts of the novel take place at Christmas time so feel free to bring it to your family gathering. Prop it up against your glass of egg nog and dig in, my friend.
And have no fear when someone gives you a peculiar look at the dinner table. You’re reading literature, after all.
Continue reading “Blogmas Day 12: “Memory Bound” Paragraph Preview (Indie Author)”
Humans are very good at killing each other. They’re also very good at justifying why they kill. I believe in order to kill a person, the human mind must firmly believe the other is exactly that–an other. The other is a stranger, different from you, and therefore inherently wrong because of their differences. The other’s existence is perceived as competition for resources that enable your “right” way of living. The other, therefore, becomes unworthy of resources, any semblance of mercy or even existence. This “reasoning” quickly snowballs into hatred, takes root in the soil of self-righteousness and grows tall and strong. Pretty soon the other is blamed for peripheral things, such as lack of work, a lack of prosperity or a lack of notice and regard that you clearly deserve. The act of killing is just a short step behind this hatred, patiently waiting to leap down from the rafters.
I think this is why the rabbi in the dusty sandals said murder begins in the heart. He knew; he told us. And yet we’re not listening. We’re killing, instead. Why? Because people who hate believe they are right to hate. And people don’t like to be told they’re wrong.
A.R. Clayton 