Creative writing process

THIS is my "writing creative process"I stash folded paper in my pocket, and as thought come to me I sketch them down and then much later on the computer I refashion them into Stories. So far I have four working diverse novels.
HERE is my current one.
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THE CURE CRISIS
.......Scribbled Story Notes-To Self (waiting to be fleshed out):
........................A Conversation...........................................................
- "Wow!"
> "Wow?"
- "You have an interpreter for that script?".. LOL
> "Script?"
- "I can't read cursive."
> "Serious?  I thought you were a Journalist, Brycin."
-  "Yeah I am, Matthew. LOL Just never came across anyone who still used it. Script went out of style about 60 years ago. With dictational-AI or Texting no one even bothers writing in cursive any more.  Kind of a lost art you know."
Matthew:... "In 2013 The Catharsis Church mandated cursive into its priesthood curriculum."
Brycin:... "Ah, so that's what all the post note passing among you fellas is all about."
Matthew:... "Sorry. I'm no longer a priest or Lay Servant as we called them. Here, I'll just re-write the letter for you."
Brycin:... "That Church is something else."
Matthew:... "Yes. They are gaslighting with my head," Matthew said, "and I'm not crazy that's just how they want me to feel, but it's not working; yet."


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I'm Writing A Book

LOOKING To publish my first Novel.  Of course it would be great that it would sell well, but more than anything is the adventure in writing, the friendship that spawned its conception...

THE CURE CRISIS

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JWs Refashioned...

THE CURE CRISIS

CHAPTER ELEVEN:

THE CHURCH
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    The booming voice of the priest bellowed out, "Since the days of the Last Administration, and the revelation that the Iran-Israeli Crisis of 2014 declared the official end of the Church Age; have we all struggled for meaning in our lives!”

    Matthew Daniels had grown up listening to such religious propaganda his entire life.  It seemed that every eight to twelve months, with the revelation of the latest “New Light” a new pet word or catch phrase was being ushered into everyone‘s vocabulary.  The old, out-of-dated phrases became a warning sign to the Faithful that a believer had gone astray.  Therefore, non-believers were easy to spot.  The rhetoric of terminology had changed over the years, but the theme remained the same: The Church was always on some razor’s edge of being snuffed out.  For persecution was a constant threat to stand up against.

   The High Bishop continued his call to the faithful with, “It was then that The Great Tribulation of the Saints began, and the flood gates of hell themselves were thrown open wide!" The speaker's voice rose as Amen resounded throughout the sanctuary's audience.  Accentuating a gesturing hand in the air, the ornately robed figure behind the lectern added, "Yet - yet, with the advent of the Emulator in our midst came the manifestation of the long prophesied Day of Resurrection of the true believers.  The spiritually destitute have been revitalized into the Global Order of this gathered Brotherhood today.  For only with the acceptance of this Divine light is there any hope beyond the sin of natural death.  Salvation is found only in the surrendering-release of the broken spirit, and only in His True Church!"

   The Lee-Roberts device had become a fixture in every Church, and almost as ubiquitous as the Crucifixion itself.  Its use was as common as the collection plate.  Everyone knew that, more than 12 units, (which equated to 12 years of an extended lifespan), caused a permanent side effect on the human body with its discoloration of the eyes.  It became the sign that a true Christian had indeed been “born again”.  For the physical mark of jaundiced eyes was an undeniable evidence of an inward spiritual change.  Sure, you could deny you ‘belonged’ to the Church, but the assumption was always there.  Yes, Satan had his counterfeit organization in the guise of the Underground’s misguiding’s, but it was The Church alone that could save one’s immortal soul; via the Emulator.

   Mathew had believed so much of the official, ever-changing doctrine for so long without question as a child; but, over the last few months he had begun reading the Scriptures himself.  Strange the difference he began noticing in his own head space of thinking.  It was beginning to dawn on him that the context of reading really seemed to vary drastically from what he had heard in Sanctuary all of his life.  For the more he read the more the message of the Church seemed to be beyond disturbing to him. At times it was just downright dishonest.
   One day, while passing along an alley way, one he had been down a hundred times before something caught his eye as if for the first time.  A worn and tattered poster of Smokey the Bear had been plastered on the vandalized brick wall squeezing the two buildings close together.  Its fading, bold print caption still read: ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT remained; the phrase “Forest fires” had been ripped off.  The badly stained poster underneath it was in even worse condition pasted over yet another copy of the same.  But it got Matthew to thinking, and the first thing that came to him was, ‘If not me then who’ is going to bring any change to the Church?
  From that moment onward Matthew Daniels had begun finding himself in troublesome conversation in his Church circles.  After the Sermon-talks on Sunday morning he would ask his own myriad of growing questions during the Study period instead of answering the stated ones.  The frustration of his peers mounted as they tried to fill in all the holes with “proof-text” doctrines that only lead to even more questions in Matthew’s aching head.

  Then one day the stomach churning realization struck Matthew undeniably when an Elder, Jonus Neardan said, “Need to be careful with all the questions Matt, some folks may think you’re becoming an Apostate.” Truth of the matter hit him square in the face. He was an Apostate.  Death was now on his heels.

TIME TO BLOOM!

These are harsh words to myself.  Probably shocking to those who tend to know me best. They were for me at least as I scribbled them down before I re-wrote them here.  I sketched out the years of my life, and the "time-travel" of it all. Seems my Time has arrived to "step-up". All the brooding thoughts have simmered long enough. Looking over my life, and placing tick marks on a page, adding all the years up and in the grand scheme of things; interesting. 

   Having no idea the number, nor the quality of years remaining - dawn has come.  Seems there may be more years behind me than what lay ahead.  Yet it is that very fact of not knowing either that lends itself to hope and optimism. An anticipation of what lies ahead and of what can only be touted as "achievements" to come.
   Goals? I have a few. What? Shall I "risk" placing them here in full view? Why not? If I fail (though I vowed that is no option), none have cared to ridicule me for those past failed goals more than myself.  Maybe in the sharing some fair amount of encouragement (I will take it or leave it for again, I have determined to do this thing); or good sprinkling of inspiration may befall others afraid to fly as I too often had been.
  I chose to be optimistic, hopeful and eager in what is yet to unfold in the three goals I now set before myself, namely:

(1) Complete a Leadership Training Camp Course at work.
(2) Seek a promotion from that fruit, as an Orientation Instructor.
(3) Publish my first novel.

For me these are high goals to be achieved with rewards in themselves; but none greater than in the experience of their journey toward completion.

I just turned 50 in July, 51/52 would not be a bad deadline!!!!

Captain Jonathan

"...   Wisps of cool clouds rushed by the opened windows.  Some of the guest stood looking out of them in awe of the outstretched city below.  The Air-ship they were in was docked to the roof top of a skyscraper; yet it’s powerful silent engines kept the craft’s movement to a subtle sway.  The main dinning room they were all in was almost filled to capacity.  Supposing to be “spacious” for small groups, the lavish furnishings of the dinning hall felt a little cramped with bodies and bustling with voices.  No matter, they all enjoyed themselves.

   As the dispersed gathering began to mingle among themselves and take their seats again, the Air-Ship Captain passed by Steven with an unimpressed look, “That thing had better not get lit either or we’ll have more than words this go around.”
  The man was the quintessential Pilot dressed in formal his black suit, gold trimmed cords, medals and the winged Air-Ship patch on his left arm denoted that he was the best of the best.  Fearless even in the face of the likes of Steven Richard Padgett; head of the Archaic Observer Newspaper, the last vestiges of print still in circulation. Steven gave him a grimacing look in return.  ..."

~THE CURE CRISIS

TCC - THE CURE CRISIS...

THE CURE CRISIS... 

(A work in progress.)

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THE CURE CRISIS

   I am currently striving to write a novel entitled: THE CURE CRISIS.  A former co-worker, Shawn Farrar gave me the basic idea.  Though I have developed a great portion of the details myself, Shawn's concepts are just amazing to me, so I give him the by-line name credit.

 The plot is: A man on the run is divulging his "tell all" story to a journalist.

 The setting is mainly a Starbucks patio.

 The genre is Science-Fiction.

 The Background:

    "...The Cure for everything came the Fall of 2018.  In that year two major events that changed the world came in the fields of technology, and medicine.  Then with the combination of the two....
      After 27 years of global protest and civil uprisings over the ‘Eugenics War’ the United Nations stepped in and became the governmental presence behind the heavy regulations imposed upon the Emulator’s production and use.
     Under these new sanctions against global population control two main factions arose throughout the world: The Church and The Underground.  The institutionalization of a regulatory commission, headed by various religious organizations splintered from governmental controls creating a new religious faith.  The New Life Emulation Church.  Under the guise of Christianity it made the Lee-Roberts Device their main doctrinal focus, preaching: “the means of the resurrection in Christ can be had today through Science” at a price of course.
   The second faction was The Underground. They were in reality: loosely-affiliated, autonomous groups that ran in a mafia-style fashion.  The Emulator’s use was heavily regulated by the United Nations, leaving only skilled technicians as mandated operators; yet the “business” could be privatized.
  By use of this device assisted suicide became legal.  Even “regular” suicides decreased dramatically.  Individuals with Chronic diseases could be paid for their own self-terminations with the Insurance funds going to their families; and of course a large portion going into the pockets of whichever faction carried out the procedure.  The use of the device’s collected “souls” could be designated for the life-extension of loved ones or donated to the needy; there again, as seen fit by either one of these ’privatized’ factions. "