Changes to come

 

With the blessings of the Samurai, I have come up with some ideas that I will be rolling out on the site to help it out.

Without emasculating the SamuraiMarine style here, I would like to see if there are any women out there that read this site and if so, what they have in mind.  What they would like to see on this site.

So Ladies?   What do you have for me?

HMU, Girls!!!

Greets to the Samurites

Howdy lovelies…

I would like to introduce myself.

I am Deborah Razzner and I have been invited to take the reins as an administrator on this site.  I have been reading it a while and emailing with the Samurai himself for some time… so when he offered me this chance, I could not say no.

Well, I guess I could have, but where’s the fun in that.

So…  I am here now and you can expect to see me on here writing from time to time and I will be taking a role in reading emails and comments from the community at large.

Again… Thanks Samurai for inviting me and I look forward to many years joining in the fun!!!

Writing – My Friend, My Foe

 

I like writing…  most of the time.

I hate writing… some of the time.

Since I was very young, I have liked telling stories.  I can remember making up stories about spaceships and monsters and telling them to whomever would happen to be willing or captive to me at that time.  Most of the time the unfortunate victims of my stories were my family.

Of all the people that listened to my stories, it was probably my mom that was the most supportive of my efforts.  Maybe she saw something in me that needed to be fed or nurtured, but she helped me.  I can recall when I was about ten that she bought me a nice laptop desk.  Remember, this was in 1978 and there were no PCs or laptops then. There was good old pencil and paper (my mother did not let me use pens until I was older because she felt that pens were too permanent and you needed to be ready to edit.)

When I was a little older, she gave me her Sears electric typewriter.  It was a huge beast weighing in at at least forty pounds.  I would sit and bang on that thing all night, if I were given the chance, and some times I did.  I can recall one night I was typing and then  I heard this banging on the wall.  Turned out it was about two in the morning and the wall my desk was against was where the neighbor’s bedroom was, and apparently he was not pleased with my burning of the literary midnight oil.

To date I have yet to have anything published in the mainstream.  I have a couple items on Amazon and am working on several more that I plan to flood Amazon with here in the near future.  But I am not a person that you would walk into a Starbucks and drop my name and see anything more than a confused look.  You will not walk into your nearest Barnes and Nobles and see my stories anywhere.

But I keep writing.   I do it because it is almost an addiction at this point.  I keep a laptop with me most of the time and a recorder with me often.  If I am not in a position to write down an idea, I will make an audio recording that I can go back to at some point in the future.  I am feeding the addiction, but it is one that I am mostly proud of.

It is not easy to do what I do, at least not for me.  I can write for hours and most of the time I will walk away from my work feeling like I have accomplished something.  Then there are the times that I will write for hours and look at what I have put out and think, “What in the hell was I thinking?  What is this S**t?”   But I never delete my work, at least not anymore.  I only did that a couple times and trust me, that is a pain worse that the realization that what you wrote may be on par with Mailer or McGonagall.

But in light of all this comes the realization that though my love of writing, I may have created a prodigy.  My son, who is only four and a half as of my writing this, has the talent of the tale.  He will sit and talk to us about zombies, monsters, spaceships and anything else that is going through his little imagination at that time.  For his age, he is a pretty skilled storyteller too.  When he tells his tales, he is very animated and he stories are extremely descriptive.  He will go into details about the people, characters and locations when he is telling you these tales.

It is my hope and fear that he will be, as I became, and aspiring writer.  Someone that shares the gift of storytelling with those around him.  I only hope that he is more successful at it than am I.

So keep your eyes out for stories from my son… Gideon S. Wright, due in your local book stores in about fifteen years.

 

Why do we fall in love?

 

Love is a strange thing.   It is wondrous, joyful and one of the most beautiful feelings you can have.   It can motivate you, drive you to levels you may not be able to acheive on your own and it can push a person to live a better life than the would have otherwise.

But love can hurt.  Like when the time comes for your child to leave the house, or when someone you love has to leave, either by design or by chance.  Or when a loved one passes on and leaves us behind to try to fill in the empty void that was the place that once held their presence.

One might think that it is easier to not love at all when you think of the pain that comes from the loss of a love.  That the emptiness in your heart and life are just not worth the effort of having someone there to begin with.  You might also think that maybe love is some cruel joke that life plays on us, to give us that beautiful feeling that lifts your heart and makes you feel like you can do or be anything, but then it can be so easily dashed away…  leaving you so hurt and vulnerable.

Why is it that we succumb to something that can leave us so vulnerable, so weak, so open to attack?  How is it natural for something that cannot be seen, touched or tasted, at least in the purely literal sense, to lay us open like a knife plunged into our stomachs?  Why is it that when we feel the heartache of a love lost, we still take a chance and do it again and again?

But with all the broken hearts I have had in my life… with all the pain and burden I have felt as the result of love over my many years, I would not change a thing.  I would not wish any those emotions away or to have never been.

Even with the pain, with the sorrow, the gut-wrenching agony of the loss, the love was something beautiful that will always be a part of me and will always give me some pleasure in its memory.  When I do think back on those loves, I will enjoy the memory and, to a lesser extent, will relish the pain that is there too.

So…  here’s to love and the ones we offer it to, for the better or the worse.  May we never forget how to love and never be afraid to open our hearts to others, even if there is a chance of it happening again.

“Tis better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all”     -AL Tennyson

Are we too protective for our children’s own good?

 

Being a relatively new parent has caused me to rethink a lot of my ideas about parenthood in general.  Most notably of these is the idea of keeping my little one safe from all the harms of the world.  Both the accidental and the nefarious.

When I was little, and this is almost cliche now, I would stay out until dark, play around and in the streets, travel sometimes miles away from the house and never had any communication with my mother until I finally got home.   The rule was that I had to be at home when the street lights would start coming on, and I found a loophole in that by locating one of the lamps near my house that would not come on until well after dark.   I used that as my lamp by which to go home.

Now that I am a father, and living in the world that I live in, I see that children are exposed to so much more than I was when I was his age.   Yes, the world is more dangerous and things move a lot faster these days, but I have to wonder if keeping him close and protecting him from all this is healthy.

At some point he is going to experience the world, and I have to wonder if all my protection that I am trying to provide for him as he grows will help or hinder his progress.   I know that I should be there for him and make sure that he is safe and cared for, but I also know from personal experience that part of what made me the person I am is the mistakes I made, the accidents I had and the problems I caused when my mother was not around to monitor me.  They have become part of who I am.

So the question becomes… By my wife and I protecting and shielding him, are we going to end up stunting his emotional and social growth?  Will he be less of a man because of our actions?

Who is to say.   There are, as I have found out, many sides to the argument and it does not seem that any one has a single answer that they can prove beyond any doubt is the right one.  So it goes back to the old philosophy about parenting that describes it as a crap-shoot.  You take your chances, do your best and let the dice fall where they will.  In time, only TIME and our best efforts will tell.

 

Making a name…

 

I have been writing for a while now.  I have determined that it is a thankless endeavor that, like a an astronomer once said of his own vocation, builds character.

The genesis of this came from an event today, as I walked around my “Day Job” and mentioned to someone that I am an aspiring writer.   I then sent them a link to an item I have published through Amazon.com.

The response made me feel good.  Two of the women advised me that they were in the midst of a celebrity and at one point I was referred to as a “Baller”, which at first sounds bad, but then when I looked it up in on Urban Dictionary, I learned it was a complement.  So even though these two people have not read my work, they are complementing me.

No… I am not complaining.  I would like the support to be more along the lines of their reactions after reading me work, so that they can base the praise on that and not simply that I did write something.

But… that being said… a thank you to Kami and Colleen for their praise… I will never turn my nose up to praise.

Plans for the SamuraiMarine ten year anniversary

I know that it is still a ways off, but I am thinking about some ideas for what to do to celebrate the SamuraiMarine Blog ten-year anniversary.

Yes… September 17, 2015 will be the tenth year of operations for the SamuraiMarine Blog.  For better for worse and with all the bumps in between, we will have been chugging along for a decade at this point.

I am not sure what I will be doing to celebrate the occasion, but I am willing to entertain some suggestions from my readers.

Writing around

As the few of you that actually visit my site may have noticed, I have not been writing the bulk of my work here.  But I have been writing.

I have been trying to find a happy medium between writing her and writing on my HubPages site that I use.  Needless to say, that site has been winning here of late.

But I am going to start putting things up here again as well.  There are some things that I cannot post there with the type of layout that I like for the shorter pieces that I will put together.

So keep your eyes open, people.

 

Another story on the blocks

 

Hello all…

I would like to bring all your attention to my newest story that I put up on Kindle, and that is titled “Three Stories by SR Wright.”

 

Sorry, I could not thing of anything more original for the name, but this is three stories on three different genres of writing. Horror/Violence, Philosophical and Religious.

 

I encourage you to invest the $1.50 in me and give it a chance.

 

Follow this link, Three Stories by SR Wright.

 

Thanks.