Wanting to build upon the theme of my last post—Los Angeles—I thought I’d share the interesting circumstances of how I met, Father Manny.
No, I’m not going to mention angels or moral dilemmas, but I might bring up divine intervention a time or two. Divine intervention? Is there such a thing? Or is the following story simply a series of unusual happenstance? These are the questions I hope you’ll ponder as you read below. Continue reading “Father Manuel “Manny” Dorantes”
No, not Tinseltown. I’m talking about the city’s namesake. You know, those robe wearing celestial beings with feathery wings sprouting up from their shoulder blades. Continue reading “Los Angeles”
It was a beautiful morning, typical of early September. The bright and warm sun rose slowly and steadily, burning away the few wisps of clouds that still lingered in the sky. Summer vacation was over, the kids were back to school, and the roads were clogged with buses and commuters. Continue reading “September 11, 2001”
They do it, not because of some external force, but because they feel compelled to memorialize the thoughts and words floating around inside their head. They write in journals; They write poetry; They write for their children; and sometimes they get to write for the public. Continue reading “Writers write”
2008 was a busy year.
It started off with me getting married (New Years Day), and then several months later, being transferred to the U.S. Secret Service flagship office—NYFO (the NYC Field Office). Continue reading “Several months in the life of a Secret Service Agent— (including a trial, protecting Sarah Palin, and a visit by Mahmoud Ahmadinejad)”
“As the family goes, so goes the nation and so goes the whole world in which we live.” – Saint Pope John Paul II
Pretty accurate quote, huh? I think so. Just take a look at current events. Go turn on your television, or check the latest post to your Facebook or Twitter feeds, or pickup a newspaper—it is all clear as day. Our families, our nation and quite frankly the world is divided. Continue reading “A Family Divided”
Read to the end and you will see…
C-4 is classified as a high-order explosive (HE), that produces an over-pressurization shock wave. It is similar to TNT, Semtex, nitroglycerin, dynamite, and ammonium nitrate fuel oil (ANFO).
It is very stable and cannot be detonated by a gunshot or by dropping it (unlike the explosive TATP, commonly referred to as the “mother of Satan,” because it is highly susceptible to accidental detonation). In order to detonate C-4, you need to utilize a detonator or a blasting cap.
Because of its stability and destructive power, Continue reading “What happens when 20 lbs of C-4 explodes?”
Easter- the Holiest of days on the Christian calendar.
Back in 2008, I was fortunate enough to travel with then Vice President Dick Cheney to Jerusalem, Israel. My particular assignment was to guard the main entrance of the King David Hotel, where the Vice President was RON’ing (Secret Service slang for “Remaining Overnight”). It just so happened that the VP’s visit coincided with Holy Week. And since I was working the midnight shift, I had a “day off” to sight see. Continue reading “Easter”
So what’s a query letter, you ask?
The short answer: It’s a sales pitch an aspiring writer makes when they are seeking representation with a literary agent.
The long answer: It’s the dreaded “one-pager” that each writer must write if they want to see their book on the shelves of Barnes and Noble or any other book store for that matter. The writer must squeeze a 400+ page manuscript into roughly 500 words, throw-in some “catchy” lines to grab the literary agent’s attention, and finish it off with a short bio. This one-pager is all a writer has to impress a literary agent, and without it, the writer has a snowball’s chance in hell of getting their manuscript looked at by one of the Big-5 publishing companies. Continue reading “Sending out a Query Letter”
In his book, “On Writing,” Stephen King said when he finished writing a story, he would put a physical copy of it in a drawer and forget about it for at least six weeks. This was so that he would have “fresh eyes,” when editing.
My story, sat on top of my desk for “only” three weeks, her siren call to powerful to resist. So I grabbed my red pen and started re-reading it. My brother’s assistance was instrumental during the first edit. Hell, after me, he knew the story better than anyone else. In fact, he helped out a lot while I was writing, giving me numerous style and plot ideas (I tell him every day he missed his calling in life —which he promptly reminds me that he’s still young). Continue reading “How many drafts did you write?”
How many people do you think have said that? Right, probably a lot. But I wonder how many of them followed through and did it?
As a kid, I can remember wanting to see my name on the front cover of a book and a picture of my face on the back. Who wouldn’t?
When I was eleven, I sat down at the kitchen table and tried to write my own story. I had this vision of a knight hunting down and slaying a dragon (You would too if you spent every waking hour reading Dragonlance and Ravenloft fantasy novels). I think I wrote two lines before I gave up. I quickly discovered that reading the stories was a much more rewarding and satisfying way to spend my time.
Continue reading ““I want to write a book.””