Life in the Philippines. World travel. Mid-century. For context, see my essays, starting with https://johndyerwrites.com/2022/08/19/one-to-nine-1-john-dyer-writes/
Alan Razovsky’s 8mm Travelogue — 1963-1965
Watching the Mousehole
Not with the patience of a cat; I have too many things to do. But I did notice, out of the corner of an eye, the appearance of Vivek Ramaswamy on the campaign trail — polling at 1.5% alongside Mike Pence, which isn’t great although it’s certainly more attention than I’m getting.
So, good for him. The man has an interesting story and an energizing message. If you care about politics, you might take a look.
https://www.facebook.com/VivekGRamaswamy
Image by Markus Bieck from Pixabay
Stepping away from the WIP
After a few weeks working on the ninth (and presumably last) volume in the Anye Universe books, I’ve decided to give it a rest. The fourth book has lain fallow long enough for a fresh restart, so that’s what I’ll do until inspired to switch horses again.
Here’s a look at the first chapter of Vacuum Forged after some brutal cutting. Who knows what it’ll look like a month from now.
Part 1 – Chapter 0
First House, Planet Vidura, 70,000 BCE
Upon the sixth anniversary of First House’s instantiation, Master Sa summoned his three most important cub-school students to tell them what they were.
Spring was early in the Northern Reach. The scent of young blossoms drifted through parlor doors. Birdsong rang in the air. Tree pollen tickled noses. It was all, said Master Sa, an artful deception. “We call it the Anodyne Virtuality.”
Continue reading “Stepping away from the WIP”Alan Razovsky’s 8mm Travelogue – 1961 – 1963
Life in the Philippines. World travel. Mid-century. For context, see my essays, starting with https://johndyerwrites.com/2022/08/19/one-to-nine-1-john-dyer-writes/
Dad passed away in 1999, so there's no indexing this. Please comment if you recognize people or places.
Alan Razovsky’s 8mm Travelogue – 1959 – 1961
For context, see my essays about the expat life, starting with https://johndyerwrites.com/2022/08/19/one-to-nine-1-john-dyer-writes/
Alan Razovsky’s 8mm Travelogue 1956-1959
For context, see my essays about the expat life, starting with https://johndyerwrites.com/2022/08/19/one-to-nine-1-john-dyer-writes/
Souled — John Dyer Writes
Intelligent and entertaining stories developed for a thoughtful audience.
What if science was to prove the doctrine of the immortal soul? Amil Leyta intended to work in orbital manufacturing, but his studies have taken an unexpected turn. He’s built a device that images the essence of life, evoking the discovery that there’s more than one type of soul.
They appear on his monitor at deathbed vigils, shining bright across the boundary between dimensions. He imagines they’re angels, guiding spirits to the between-life, and wonders if the Gods will allow what he must do next.
Because Amil knows how to bring them here.
All my titles are #KindleUnlimited.
Free Blender 3D Model
Last year, I created a posable flying house model in Blender for a book cover, thinking I might later use it in Unreal Engine. I have since discovered there aren’t enough hours in the day for me to develop that skill set.
But it’s a cool model. Maybe there’s someone who’d like to fool around with it. There’s a narrative universe, and associated character art begging to be modeled and rigged. For a look at that, click here. For the story behind the model, click here.
If you’re interested, tell me in the comments.
Crowdsourced — John Dyer Writes
Let’s share an experience. It won’t take more than a minute unless you want it to. Call it a favor, an act of generosity. Click in the box below the image where it says ‘Free Preview’.
Read a page or two. See what happens. I’ve been writing for ten years. This is my best work. It deserves an audience.
You can be part of that.
Please SHARE this post. Heading image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
Near Disaster
After twenty-three years operating our elevator without mishap, our dog Ernie broke away from my grasp, poking his muzzle through the scissor gate at the worst possible moment. I hit the stop button. The car was three feet down from the middle floor landing. Ernie’s head and neck were squeezed between the gate and a concrete wall.
He cried, lost his water, strained to pull himself out. The gate was more robust than it needed to be. It took four tries to jerk it out of the track.
Ernie came away from the ordeal with a scuff on his neck. I pulled muscles in my back, neck, and hips during a last-ditch, adrenaline-fueled assault on the apparatus.
We were traumatized. Ernie trembled all night, going back and forth between us in the bed. I had to take him out at 3:30 this morning, something I haven’t had to do for two months.
Our friend and elevator mechanic Mike Zeller will install an accordion-style barrier. Until then, Ernie rides in my lap. Both my hands will be around his chest.
It’s Sunday. Linda’s at church, thanking God for a narrow escape.
John Dyer Writes 
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