Seven Grandfathers

Among Native American people groups there is a parable story about seven grandfathers. Presented here is my fable for the Tsalagi or Cherokee people. In recognition of November in the USA being Native American Heritage Month.
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My name is Uheeso-dee-tluhda-tsee, Lone Panther. My father named me after the great cat. My father said he saw the great cat in a dream. He was always nearby and he always watched my mother. When my father took up his spear and knife to scare away the big cat, or to fight it, he looked into its eyes and saw that it was alone and waited for me. When I was born, my father named me Uheeso-dee-tluhda-tsee and told me the story. He would tell me the story many times before brother bear and he struggled. Then my father went to join his fathers beyond.

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Hello, we need you

The phone rang. He didn’t answer it. It said “private number”. He had stopped taking calls for quite some time. If he didn’t recognize the number, he let it ring. It kept ringing. He decided  to let it go to voice mail. If it went to voice mail, he might call them back. He just stared at the phone until it stopped. There was no buzz notifying him of voice mail. The phone rang again. It said “private number”. Maybe I should answer it this time, he thought. “Hello?”

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Prolificy … To Write or not to Write, that is the Question

Okay. So ‘prolificy’ is not really a word, or did I just make it one? In any event it speaks to my former frequency in writing and how in 2012 I was not so much. I surmise I may have focused on politics and social media discussions rather than Word Press and Tumblr. I do not think I wrote anything more than just one poem that was not socio-political commentary. It seems those words fell to deaf ears anyway. Disappointing, really.

Now I find myself introspective and fairly caught up on those things I would like to see. Thanks, Netflix. I have also noted that broadcast TV has discovered there is an internet market and they will endure commercials just like antenna viewers. Eventually old radio guys and B&W TV guys will realize the potential market is larger than their little box they think in.

So back to introspection. I thought about what it is I like to do. Then I thought about my writing. My current, or last, project was a book. I revisited it and was pleasantly surprised by the progress. My book of short stories now sits at 40k+ words and 167 pages nearly ready for formatting. I just have to finish a few more stories, a few more edits, a little formatting and design work, et voila! It’s publishable. This would be my third publish. Yeah, kind of excited about that.

So this year will be about writing more. Write more. Blog more. Wax poetic more. Be lyrical more. Yep, he writes music too.

So, that’s my deal for 2013. Let see just how many times I can publish this year. I have at least 20 good book ideas. Let’s see how many can come to fruition. I sure hope there are some readers still out there. It makes my calling and desired vocation more meaningful if there are.

See ya in the funny papers!
Cheers!
Doc.

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