It’s Done

almost 95,000 words. The longest book I have ever written. The first book in the series that is strictly fiction….yes, I departed the ‘biographical’ part of the story before the end of book three. After all, you can’t be writing a biographical fiction piece on dates that haven’t happened yet.

1, 2, and most of three was based loosely on truth. with a touch of fiction. You just have to decide which is which. But I will never tell.

4 is the first fully fictional piece. After this, it will remain all fiction. Flights of fancy. Science fiction loaded with science theory. But very little fact.

I will be taking a short break from writing so I can finish reading a book I promised to review. I am also going to try and read another friend’s book and review it as well. depends on how my attention holds and how long I can keep the voices at bay.

As an author, I don’t know how long I can do so. My characters are rather bossy at times. And the muse is never quiet for long.

News

Key To The Highway, The Thorn Tree In The Garden, and Nobody Knows You When You’re Down And Out are now out as e-books. Key is available as paperback. This means that I am currently working on Defying Gravity. I am almost done with Gravity and will be releasing it as soon as I am done.

I have been releasing Blood Stains 2000-2011 on Amazon as well. At the present, there are 15. I will be completing 16 after I complete Gravity.

After, I will be focusing on the growing saga of the Renge. with three books in The Prophecy done, and one in Chronicles Of King Qarkis I, I need to give attention to Bes Meddyn and In The Service Of The Inquisition.

I will return to the Morrows at a later date as I have The Sons Of El and The Children Of Eden lined up in queue. Just as soon as I release the next two Angel Of Death books…and possibly the first in the Witch Doctor series. After all, I have all three done.

Stress

Well, I’m back again. I’m getting ready to release Key To The Highway and Thorn Tree In The Garden.  I might release Nobody Knows You When You’re Down And Out as well as I have the book done.

All I am waiting on is a cover for Key. I have covers for the rest. But the waiting is causing stress. Stress I do not need.

What does the news above mean? Well….it means that I will not be posting any more of Key To The Highway on here. Instead, I will be posting chapters from either Sons Of Eden or The Sons Of El instead. After all, these are the projects I am currently working on and want to gain momentum with. At the moment, I am applying for a grant to help with the research and development of these amazing ideas….but have begin a preliminary writing of both.

Warning. Both projects may offend some of the more religious readers as I will be addressing, in fiction, a more plausible timeline for certain events most do not want to accept as inaccurate or incorrect. Still, I find these projects rather intriguing and will be pursuing them. I will be using known timelines as discovered by archaeology as the underlying basis for the story line.

I may lose some of you, but it is a gamble I am willing to take. And as I love myth as much as the next person, I still see much of what is believed as myth. Not history. I trust archaeology and science to prove the truth, even though there is always a margin of error in anything human.

Aside from this, I have also begun to expand the Tales From The Renge saga. I started this with The Chronicles Of King Qarkis I, Book 1 and also released TFR: The Prophecy, Book 3. I am currently working on book 4 as well as Bes Meddyn.

 

Before I Forget…

Earlier, I mentioned that I have been ‘publishing’ new books. This includes audio books. Though most are not due out until after the first of the year, I do have a few out now. If you are looking for audio books to listen to, feel free to seek out mine. Personally, I recommend The Door On The Thirteenth Floor and The Devil as the producers did a superb job on them. Mexican Radio I & II are good, but not top notch.

The books to look for after the first will be The Faust Syndrome, Tales From The Renge: The Prophecy: A Savior Foretold, and Jesus Saves.  I have yet to hear the final on The Morrow Family Saga: Hand Me Down World or Angel Of Death: Dreams I’ll Never See. so I cannot give am opinion on them. The Price You Pay, A Month Of Thanksgiving, and Seven should be decent productions. Don’t get me wrong, all did a superb job, but I have my favorites.

https://www.amazon.com/kindle-dbs/entity/author/B00IUNJWFI/

While I’ve Been Away: Why I Have Been Delinquent

I have a new book out. Well, several. I decided to begin the story of the Renge…well, at least the part of the story that actually leads to The Prophecy. I have begun the narrative of the great kings and the fall of an empire. The saga of the Renge begins with the rise of the great Assassinidii kings.

The Chronicles Of King Qarkis I recounts the story of the king that begin the empire of the Renge.

https://www.scribd.com/book/440772095/Tales-From-The-Renge-The-Chronicles-Of-King-Qarkis-Book-1-A-Youth-Favored-By-The-Gods/

Key To The Highway, Chapter 12: Always Something New

We began to move everything from Baton Rouge, New Orleans, and Shreveport to  the Edivere estate. The publishing company. The recording companies. The film production companies.

It was all to consolidate everything. Centralize it all in one area. Even my eventual corporate offices would be moved here. 

There would be a company in every field. Scientific research. Medical research. Tech research. Educational research. Food service. Entertainment. The automotive industry. Construction. 

I would eventually branch out into every industry. I would even become an investor in numerous private startups. But I would make money faster than I could ever use it. 

I had made friends among club owners and restauranteurs. Several would help me start my teen club chain, others would help me with the nightclubs. And still others would sell out to me. Especially the more famous venues.

I knew a good thing when I saw it and I ended up with most of what had been the chitlin circuit as well as many clubs that had refused services to black bands during the days of segregation. These I bought mainly out of retribution for refusing service to some of the best musicians of the decades they had operated as segregated establishments. 

I would rename them, then reopen them. I would make them open to all artists and pay well. I would begin to tear down walls. 

To many in the south, I became known as a force of nature. I represented an end to their once proudly held way of life. An end to their tightly embraced hate and fear. 

I was a symbol of change. A sign of changing times. An omen of what was to come.

Most of all, I represented a change of ideals. I made them look at themselves for a change instead of at those around them. My perceived innocence revealed their hidden guilt.

I was a force to be reckoned with and I was only two years of age. I frightened the adults. I gave the children something to aspire to. 

A small community began to grow around the Edivere mansion. My home. These loyal employees would remain with the companies for decades. Even after I disappeared, they would remain loyal. 

***

The facilities in Shreveport, Baton Rouge, and New Orleans were turned into museums with gift shops. The warehouses would remain in use until new ones could be built later on down the road. Die hard fans would continue to send to the warehouses for replacement copies of worn out tapes and badly scratched records even after I disappeared. 

While I was never really a fan of the 8 track, I sold quite a few of them. I preferred vinyl and, later, cassette to the 8 track. Perhaps it was the cumbersome design that garnered my dislike, I don’t know.

In my heart, I knew that the 1970’s were the last years for the 8 track.I also knew that vinyl was coming to an end. At least for the mainstream. There would always be those who would collect vinyl. Just as there would be those who collected 8 tracks. 

But I knew that any entertainment company worth its salt would have to innovate with the rest of the industry or die. Hell. The best would be at the forefront of innovation. 

I intended to be at the forefront. Whenever there was an innovation, I would be among the first to adapt. If I had to leave for any reason, I would make sure that whoever took my place, for however long, would carry out my wishes. 

It was just good business to be adaptable. Something the oil and coal industries were unwilling to be. Something the automotive industry was unwilling to do as well. 

But I had learned a lesson their CEOs had not. I had learned that greed destroys everything it touches. Including the person who put their trust in its emptiness. 

The knowledge had been what had kept me grounded. I cared nothing for wealth. Or privilege. Or position. 

To my employees, I was just another one of them. An average person willing to work alongside them. Someone willing to learn every aspect of the business. Even at the age of two. 

And as such, I would earn their loyalty. Their trust. Their love.

I would never have need to advertise for new hires. My employees would remain and their children would become employees. I had no policy against hiring family, as we were all family. We were all one big family even though we weren’t really related.

***

I was unaffected by the free sex culture of the 70’s, I was too young. Hell.  I was still too young to be affected by the drug culture. 

I suppose that was why I was able to emerge from the 1970s relatively unscathed. I was too young for all the decadence. I was also surrounded by very responsible adults, despite my being exposed to people in both of those scenes.

Even with exposure to both scenes, they were so distant from me in my mind that I had little interest. I only cared about my work or, as I saw it, play. And my vision of changing the world for the better.

Sure, I was naive in many ways. Or perhaps simply blissfully and willfully ignorant. But it did not yet personally affect me. Not yet.

Key To The Highway, Chapter 11: Ride The Wind

Mallory and his children built the best production company the industry had ever seen. It would rival all the major studios in Hollywood. In many ways, it would become more successful. 

And again, I insisted on keeping it off the stock markets. It was kept a private holding. No investors meant no compulsion to sell. No option to try a hostile takeover.

It would forever remain mine. That was my intent. Even when I would hire a new CEO, they would not be able to negotiate a salary over $400,000 a year. 

I set the policies in stone. There would be no way to change them without my express permission. Not during my lifetime.

I even wrote a ‘tombstone’ clause that stated that no policy could be changed without physical proof – a legitimate obituary, picture of a tombstone with name and date of death, and/or death certificate – so that nothing could be faked just to change a policy that someone did not like. 

That meant that just believing me dead would not warrant proof. The proof had to be undeniable and legally recorded. Not hastily created for personal gain. 

The company could never be sold. Not even after my death. It was to remain in my family, whoever that might be. 

It was a brilliant move. It meant that my company had to operate under my policies indefinitely and Hollywood could never get rid of me. Or my legacy.

Perhaps I knew, even then, that they would become an overly gluttonous cannibalistic industry devouring each other in a feast of creativity that would destroy that very creativity. I just had no idea who would eat who. Nor did I care. Just as long as they could not devour my work.

The fact was that the cannibalistic feast had already  begun. Even in the 1970s. The number of studios had been greatly diminished. The amount of creativity, though, had not. 

What had started as a friendly competition had become a bloody and cannibalistic battle for supremacy. The casualties would be the fans, eventually. Zanuck was ailing. Disney was long gone. As were Samuel Goldwyn, Louis B.Mayer, David Sarnoff, and Howard Hughes. Oh how they would mourn what had become of their legacies. 

I bought back the rights to all the films I had made from the first books, all dealing with children and scientific advancements not yet seen. I re-branded them and released them again under the new company’s logo while I made new movies.  I even began a dozen television series, all of which became instant successes. I had learned the secrets of success as a producer. 

I would never take a salary from any of my companies. Instead, I made my money producing films, acting, making music, and writing books. What would have been my salary went back into the business. And so I would pattern all of my businesses. After all, I did not need the extra income. I made enough as it was. 

***

We had worked my ‘Baby Jay’ routines into our stage presence. We would do a skit in between our serious or sad songs to keep the mood light and to make the audience laugh. It worked wonderfully. 

It was almost as if the fans were glad to see another side of me. I believe that they loved my ability to laugh at my age, height, and perceived weaknesses. They also loved the irreverence that I exhibited. 

It all gave me a very human appearance, something I had lacked up to that point.it also made me extremely accessible. And open.

We even began building upon those routines, creating even more. My character was easy for some to identify with even if I was not. I addressed things that were hard for most to not identify with. Friendship. Acceptance. Love. Dreams.

I made fun of adults. Their prudishness. Their fixation with riches and fame. Their total lack of respect for children. 

I became controversial. But in a good way. And through the use of humor. 

Some adults took things too personal, but still, they had to admit that I had a point in it all. I never meant it to be too serious. And they knew it. Or they should have.

Thirty-six solo and dozens of band and studio project albums into my career, I was the most seasoned player even though I had only been in the industry for two years. Well, two years and six months. I’d been in continual tour for the first year and a half. I had been in at least a dozen countries. 

I could converse with anyone. Sing in any language. Play in a thousand different styles.

I had worked with all the major hit makers. I had performed onstage with some of them. I tolerated some, loved others.

It was what made me unique. I could do whatever was needed. It didn’t matter whether I liked someone or not. I would still work, at least once, with them.

The bands were also beginning to mix in some of my solo works. My vocalists had to travel with the bands in order to play their parts. And yet, they seemed to love the new opportunity.

Twenty-four albums’ worth of material was now being added into an already heavy show. In hindsight, it was the bands’ way of telling me that our time together was growing short. After all, most of the members were of retirement age and probably had about three more years left in them and none of their children wanted to take their place.

***

Almost from the very beginning, I loved the Tao Te Ching. It is such a poetic and timeless piece of wisdom. I put it into practice almost immediately. At the same time, I became extremely fascinated with the I Ching. 

I also immersed myself in the Vedas and Rumi. I had read and contemplated the Koran and Bible, but had discounted them both as incomplete. As I had done with the Rabbinic writings and the Judaic ‘Holy Books”. 

I had found that there was quite a bit more wisdom in the eastern philosophies. Hell. There was more wisdom in the teachings of Zoroaster. And in the pagan teachings.

Not that I felt that the big three were frauds. In many ways, they were important in their own ways. But, at the same time, it was as if they had been repainted and repackaged by Rome or by those who’d come after the original belief system. Multiple times. 

None more than Judaism and Christianity. After all, the Jewish histories had been destroyed under Xerxes. As had their original texts. It was more than fair to believe that the ‘histories’ and ‘laws’ that resulted from the reconstruction had been deeply influenced by Zoroaster’s belief system as well as the pagan myths of Persia. And Babylon. And every conquering nation that took control of Judea thereafter. 

Christianity had definitely been hijacked when Rome took it as the national religion. Their gods and goddesses had been combined with the message. Lucifer, the light bringer, had been made an aspect of the devil. As had the darker aspects of all the gods. 

And all in the attempt to make divine the assassinations and exiles of royal and political opponents. There was nothing remotely ‘Holy’ left in the religion. It had all been distorted.