You get an idea about what might happen after a disaster that
effectively destroys
most of the world. What remains are men in a cabin and primitives on a
valley floor.
There is a weapon on each side the holders of the weapon think it will
allow them
To assert their predominance over the other side. Each side has a
leader, a leader that is unscrupulous in dealing with his own people.
I played with that idea and those characters after I’d quit a very
unsatisfying job for one of the titans of the rocket industry that had me
working three different shifts in sequence, an abomination then as it is now.
As far as other personal aspects that played into the genesis of the
catastrophe idea there was the separation from my wife that ultimately led to a
divorce and the loss of my three children.
But as the idea of the struggle between what ultimately became good and
evil continued to fill my mind I spent time with the two boys who were now in
my care for the duration of that summer. Every day
was special as I watched them play in the water, at the park and at the
movies.
With an old Underwood typewriter I started writing what would become
“The Rifle.” I wrote ten to fifteen pages a day as the characters developed and
the plot played out. Most of the writing took place while the boys were taking
naps in the heat of the summer afternoons.
Finally the novella was finished and sent off to an agent in New York.
Days passed and there was no word and then a letter arrived from the agent
filled with high praise for the novella. She thought it was a morality tale and
would present it to publishers with that viewpoint in mind.
She was very diligent in sending the manuscript around, but even with
her glowing interest there were no publishers interested in the book. She reluctantly
sent the manuscript back and I had to live with the rejection and depression
that accompanied spending all that time, getting high hopes and then having the
reality of the publishing world set in.
It took years of different kinds of writing before “The Rifle” was
published. And that publication would not have happened if the digital world
and Amazon had not opened Create Space.
How many times does it take before the germ of an idea makes
the leap into reality? Somewhere in the fog of the past I read Moby Dick for the first time. I think it
was after I’d seen the John Huston movie with Gregory Peck as Captain Ahab.
Nothing clicked then.
That reading stuck with me as I worked a variety of jobs to
keep the family housed, clothed and fed. Still it didn’t heap me or task me
with anything but the strange tale of the white whale and what would be
classified today as a maniac in charge of that whaling ship.
Then in an epiphany I thought: “What happened next to
Ishmael?”
He was shipwrecked as the white whale attacked and sank Pequod, drowned the rest of the crew and
took Ahab made fast to the whale by the harpoon and lines circling the beast
much like fishing nets and other gear entrap modern day whales.
Ishmael didn’t have a thirst for revenge, but it seemed
reasonable that members of Ahab’s family did. Not only did they lose the ship
but they also lost a family member to what had become a mythical monster. There
was only one way to avenge Ahab and that was to prevail upon Ishmael to lead an
expedition to find and destroy Moby Dick.
With those thoughts a plot developed along with characters
that would ship with Ishmael on the quest to put an end to Moby Dick.
I wrote twelve hundred pages over a number of years until I
found an agent who by happenstance had taught Moby Dick at the college level.
He was as enthusiastic about the possibility of selling the novel as I had been
about writing it.
He said the book was too long and I followed his advice
cutting it down to a more manageable size as well as eliminating the prolog.
After I was satisfied that I had done as much as possible to the story I sent
it to him.
He tried valiantly but the usual response he received from
publishers was “I didn’t even finish reading Moby Dick!” He relayed that
disheartening news and I let the story die for the time being.
After the turn of the 21st Century I wanted the
book published so I went to what was then considered a “vanity house” and went
through the process of getting the book published with the title the agent had
given: Moby Dick: Ahab’s Revenge. The
publishing house was difficult to work with since they made many errors in
translating the typed page to the printed one. Ultimately the book was
published in both hard and paperback editions.
And that was that, or so I thought.
In the meantime I became connected to Create Space and
published a number of other novels, but I was never satisfied with the Author
House version of the story, so I made numerous corrections including giving it
a new title “Ishmael’s Quest” before I published it with Create Space in
paperback form.
We examined the Create Space edition for July Digireads and
it was another chance to make a few changes that sharpened some of the passages
and satisfied me that the story was a good one. For me it had solved the
problem of what happened to Ishmael after the end of Melville’s Moby Dick.
What is being a member of a cult really like? That was a
question that had bothered me for a long time. Time spent examining and
practicing various religions from the Catholicism of my father (couldn’t
understand any of the rituals or why I was even in that church in San
Francisco) to a rather basic protestant set of beliefs in a small town in
northern California to a full blown participation in the Catholic ritual during
and after the birth of my first child. Sometime between then and the third
child the Catholic ritual became stale and meaningless. In the past I put up
with the fire and brimstone sermons and dutifully went to confession and
participated in the Eucharist sacrament, but when the time came to reject all
of that I was ready. The elation of asserting myself lasted for a number of
years. Then meeting with some people who were New Agers that had successfully
passed through the flower children rite of passage, I became enamored of how
happy and grounded they seemed to be.
So I went to a couple of their meetings, listened to their
Guru Ma and finally agreed to spend time in their environs in Southern
California.
What I experienced during those three months was almost a
combination of Boy Scout camp and a minimum security prison. It was an
interesting experience but as with the other cosmic answers it wasn’t for me so
I came back to my home in Sacramento.
Various life challenges awaited me including getting married
again (number three was the charm, but I hoped that number four would be).
Another child came along and I did my best to apply the
lessons I’d learned with my first family.
All that was a precursor for the novel “Akasha” that I
worked very hard on to make the cult experience as realistic as possible. Of
course there had to be a plot and the one that sufficed for the story appeared
to me to be as close to what might have been as I could make it.
The characters in the novel are composites of people I
related to during my cult experience. Guru Ma has passed to the Great Beyond
(or in her case to the realm of the ascended masters) so the guru in my story
though based on Elizabeth Clare Prophet lives on in her fictional world.
We have examined “Akasha” some time ago and that examination
should stand by itself, but these few brain droppings might help you as reader
get a glimpse into the byzantine workings of a cult.
What role did an argyle sock play in the genesis of “Operation Belize?”
I entered the room thinking I was fully prepared for any
questions that had to do with geography, world politics and history.
The first question was about the latest jet fighter to be
introduced into the Air Force’s collection. The media referred to it as the
“swing wing fighter” and that label was okay with the panel even though it had
the traditional “F” number assigned to it.
The next question was about the Vietnam War and what I
thought of it. I tried to be as circumspect as possible saying that the history
of Indo-China was rife with conflict and many attempts by China to influence
the political outcomes in that country.
Other questions about various trouble spots around the world
were what I had prepared for and I gave answers that appeared to satisfy the
panel.
However, when I was asked about the US policy in Belize I
was stumped. Where was Belize? After a pregnant pause the unbiased member on
the panel said I might know it better by its original name: British Honduras. I
had to admit that I didn’t have a clue what the US policy was for that country.
That answer caused the panel to confer among themselves.
When they had finished I was told that the interview was over.
As I was getting ready to leave the room in the Post Office
building, the State Department representative said that the Navy captain didn’t
approve of my wearing argyle socks. He said they were probably a gift from my
wife. I didn’t argue the point. He also said that because I was an older candidate
I would be hired at a higher rank.
Fast forward many years. I didn’t get the Foreign Service
appointment but the memory of being at fault for wearing argyle socks came back
again and again as I thought about not getting that job.
I became so caught up in the original interview that I
started a research project on Belize. That research led to writing the novel
that ultimately bore the title “Operation Belize.”
We have examined Operation Belize in an earlier Digireads,
but I thought having a look at how the novel came about might add to the
pleasure of reading it.
