The Sacred Flame

This came to me the other morning. I haven’t spent long on it, so it could probably use some polish… but I have a synopsis to do.

I guess it’s a poem… of sorts? (My apologies to the real poets).


As Initiates we watched in wonder the Sacred Flame

Intrigued by its subtle dance, its warmth and its glow

We longed and hoped one day to receive

Our own flame springing forth


My wife and I are Keepers of the Sacred Flame

Priest and Priestess, dedicated to its care

Sanctified to keep it burning at all times

It’s a job for two; one cannot do it alone


Studying it, we learn to read its mood

To sense its movement, anticipate its need

Oak to burn long, spruce to burn fast, hickory for heat and aroma

There is a time for each, to keep it burning bright


We must learn to love the flame

To tend it always, through the long watches of the night

Protecting it from breeze and strong gale

Guarding always its purity and beauty


We have become accustomed to its presence

It is for us, a cherished Friend

That warms the body, and makes glad the heart

A flame reaching upwards, toward its Creator.

A Great Reason for Optimism

As a young lad, my natural tendency was towards optimism. The experience of being a disabled adolescent crushed the optimism and gave birth to the foul taint of pessimism. It wasn’t always visible, but pessimism lurked like a dark reflex-action in my heart. 

Like a broken but long-held habit it occasionally reappears, offering it’s cynical view on everything. It’s about as helpful as water to a drowning person.But praise be to God and my patient wife for righting my attitude with a thousand well-earned admonishments.

Sure, there are things I could be worried about, or sad about, but there is so much more to be thankful about. A bitter heart never warms or blesses anyone.

Chief among the things I have to be happy about is my relationship with Jesus Christ. On Easter Friday we celebrate the death of Jesus, crucified upon a cross. It is through this undeserved death, prophesied throughout history, man can re-enter relationship with God. And so we celebrate on Easter Friday redemption, followed by complete victory when Jesus rose from the dead on Easter Monday. 

It is from this future hope, and a growing knowledge of the character of God, that life has meaning, purpose and endless amounts of joy. Life doesn’t become magically easy but it does take in a deep richness. 

Mind Blowing

Developing a Writing Tool

A quick blog post to announce what I’ve been working on. Some might call it procrastination and not writing, but I prefer to think of it as tool development for myself and for you.

I’m working up an Excel workbook which can be used to keep statistics, plot information and whatever else I think of adding to aid in the writing process. I’m actually pretty close to finishing v1.0, but I really should do some writing so I will try to shelve it for today.

As a taster, here is the Character Point-Of-View chart which can be used to visually display how often a character is getting a turn. This chart is automatically generated based off information entered into a table. Using the drop-down list next to “Select Character” you can highlight an individual character. (This is an evolutionary improvement on my earlier visualisation).

Character POV chart

Mind Blowing Reading

I’ve been reading through Weird Life by David Toomey. Here are two quotes that describe how cells work (page 86 and 87 respectively).

To take one example, when a cell somewhere in your body needs insulin, certain proteins inside the cell pull apart a section of the DNA molecule pairs, exposing the particular sequence of base pairs that signifies one of the many amino acids needed to make an insulin molecule. Other proteins read the sequence and make an ad hoc and temporary copy called messenger RNA. Then, still other proteins work over the messenger RNA, slicing and splicing until they’ve fashioned the amino acid needed. Finally, the molecules of protein and DNA called ribosomes (the structure that, you may recall, may set the lower size limit of a cell) pull the newly formed amino acid together with others made the same way by other proteins, and coordinate with other ribosomes, all now pulling and pushing their own amino acids to assemble a molecule of insulin.

And then

As complex as chores necessary to maintaining a metabolism are, they are in some ways mere prelude and preparations for the main event: reproduction. Familiar life can reproduce, of course, because cells divide. For cells with nuclei, it all begins inside the nucleus, when proteins don’t pull apart merely a section of the DNA molecule; they unwind and unzip the entire molecule along one strand, make a copy, correct and repair proofreading errors, and, from material in the surrounding cytoplasm, fashion a matching strand that winds together with the copy, base locking neatly to a base. Then the parent DNA, its own strands zipped up and rewound, is pulled to one side of the nucleus, the child DNA is pulled to the other, and the nucleus itself is squeezed in the middle until it splits into halves. Shortly thereafter the cell does likewise, with each half holding a nucleus. Where there was one cell, now there are two.

I don’t know about you but to me, that is absolutely mind-blowing.

The irony is, even with talk of having nanobots in the future, all they will be doing is replicating (and improving on) to what our body already does.

Personally I think it takes more faith to believe in creation big-bang style than it does to believe that God’s hand and mind were at work.

Improving ‘Escape from Hell’

My favourite piece of writing that I have done so far is my faith-based novelette Escape from Hell.

Whether you attribute it to God (as I do) or the muses, I was definitely under the weight of inspiration when I was writing it. The creative juices were flowing and I had a sense that it was coming together perfectly.

I’ve decided that I am going to re-release the novelette as a free PDF (with a few bonus additions) and hopefully some great cover art. My purpose for doing this is simple: I think it’s a great story that I want as many people to read it as possible. Providing it as a PDF makes it easier to share. (URLs are easy, but they’re also easier to lose than files, in my experience).

So now I’m asking, dear and generous reader, if you would help contribute to this goal. I’d really appreciate some:

  • Constructive criticism to help me hone it even further
  • Little testimonials about your impression of the story
  • For the artistically inclined, any related art which I could use as cover and/or illustrations in the PDF.

If you’re going to help here is a handy Microsoft Word format so you can make changes/comments with Track Changes on (please).

I don’t intend on this being a long-term project, so I’ll stop accepting submissions after Friday October 23rd. That will give me a week to put the finishing touches on, and release the PDF by Saturday October 31.

After release you could then help me by:

  • Sending it to anyone who likes to read
  • Reviewing it on your blog

(Contribution disclaimer: I’m giving the story away for free, and so will not be making any money off of it now or in the future. I’m asking for these contributions to be generously donated; I’m not paying for them. By contributing you’re giving me the right to include it in the PDF, or display it on but you retain all other rights etc. Please only submit content to which you are the owner of).

Many thanks!

Novelette: Escape from Hell

I was dead and I knew it.

The realisation was profoundly shocking and it was some time before I could process anything beyond that bare fact.

I was dead. I had always assumed I would live into my 70’s or 80’s. I saw myself dying from a heart attack while gardening or best-case scenario drifting off to sleep and never waking up. I had never imagined that death from a long-term ailment or tragic circumstances. I would live, I would grow old and then one day I would die. I accepted that death was inevitable, I just didn’t expect it to be so soon; today.

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