You may, or may not have noticed, that I renamed this blog, ("Blog," we need to come up with a different word. When I say "blog," It reminds me of the sound you make when you've had to run to the bathroom. Poor, "blog," it's an ugly word, we need a pretty word.)
This is now Dave's Place. DL Daily created the scene of a newspaperman rushing to get his story out. That nothing else mattered, but the story.
Dave's Place better suits my line of thinking. If I could, I would buy some land, put homes on it where family and friends could live. A place we can work, play and relax; always at the ready to help one another. A place to lay your burdens down and send your prayers up.
Over the past year I've been a chauffeur of sorts, driving, and/or accompanying many a person to this or that hospital or doctor. It's opened my eyes as to how much we already depend on each other. All of this going has been on my time and I'm glad I was able to do it.
I've gone not only with family, but with friends and acquaintances.
Each of these souls had a story to tell. I listened, I mean really listened, to each of them and could envision the life they had lived. None of them had walked through life without experiencing joy and sorrow, boredom and excitement. No one reaches the ice tea, porch swing phase without some broken tea glasses, and the porch swing chain breakin' a time or two.
I haven't written anything for several days. I thought I was good. Thinking can be a danger to your sanity. This past Friday, 01/05/2018 marked one year since my wife, Susie, died. 2017 was, for me, a terrible year. I knew if I sat down at the computer to write, I would either cry or push myself away.
That peace that passeth understanding wasn't anywhere to be found for much of 2017. There were days where I would just lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. Days where I would open my Bible, then put it away without reading a word. Days where my greatest hope was that no one would call or drop by.
I had no will to write, to work, to play. When I did do anything, I would have to talk myself toward doing it. Loudly saying, "David, turn on the light! Clean up! Get dressed! I just didn't care.
One morning I awoke, eyes on the same ceiling, and I just yelled out, "God, I'm tired of this crud! I want to get back into life!" No, I didn't jump out of bed with a smile on my face. I just laid there saying over and over, "I've got to get my life back."
By the end of that day I was writing again. A few days past that, an individual called me and offered to pay me to do some yard work around their place. So that's where I'm at on this tenth day of January, 2018. Oh, and now when my Bible is open I read the words.
That yard work job won't last forever, so yes, I'd be a happy man to see that my stories have been downloaded. If you want to share them with family, friends and others, I say go ahead, you should be allowed to do what you want. Just go to BOOKS/STORIES.
P.S. My wife Susie, used to take care of uploading my book covers to creatspace for my novella series. I've had a handful of folks say they want a book in their hands. I'd love to oblige them, but I'm having a bit of trouble getting the cover I submitted approved. Any of y'all familiar with gettin' covers approved. If you are and would be willing, comment, send me a message or email please.
Well what do y'all expect from me? I write, dig in the dirt, and yell at God.