My First Rejection

So, I have received my first rejection as a writer. I had posted a short story for a contest, the Broken Pencil's Indie Writers Death Match. I had a short story kicking around that fit the very vague criteria and decided to enter it on a whim. I polished it up and sent it off with twenty dollars into the abyss. And a month later, I get a form letter without my name on it, telling me I was rejected. I feel loved and appreciated. I really do.

In seriousness, I was expecting rejection over this one. To be honest, I should have looked over the criteria more for this contest and, more importantly, the past winners. The past winners of this contest and my writing style greatly clash, especially in themes. I was most assuredly, probably not going to win. Still, rejection hurts. Oh well.

I look at it this way. I have a polished short story in my arsenal now, I have a rejection under my belt and more than three people who said they've liked my work. I have fans who adore me, I have critics who support me and I have editors who wish I took more English in high school but generally like my work. I'm kidding, I love you guys.

Also, I get to publish Monster of the Toy House in my anthology A Glimpse Through The Curtains now without having to worry about legal rights. Glimpse Through The Curtains? We'll talk more about that later.

Peace and blessings
Eric Rawlinson
20110130

Psycho Duck's Journal: Part 6

(In his continuing adventures, Psycho Duck takes some time to contemplate his situation. Enjoy!

Peace and blessings

Eric Rawlinson

20110128)

My Writing Heroes: Jason Steele

You know, it occurred to me that I could fill all of My Writing Heroes blog posts with novelists and other famous writers, with writers like Alan Moore, Neil Gaiman, Douglas Adams and Bruce Coville. And more than likely, I will write about these writers and probably many more. But a thought has crossed my mind. Many of these writers are already well known and their praises have been sung in ways more elequent than I could ever put them. Not to say that makes me not want to write about them. But I wonder how many good writers I know are not so well sung as someone who might have a novel series or an award beside them. And my next hero falls under that line. I want to talk to you about the wonderful style of Jason Steele, YouTube's Secretagentbob, creator of Charlie the Unicorn.

I discovered FilmCow the same way that most people in the world discovered him, through Charlie the Unicorn, a short animated piece about a disgruntled unicorn, harassed by two other nonsense spewing unicorns who lead him on a journey of misery that ends in... well even more misery. The video is random and funny, but more importantly, it was catchy and quite quotable. "Candy Mountain, Charlie!" "Oh man, they took my friggin' kidney". I enjoyed it immensely. So much so that I decided to check out more of their work. I was not disappointed.

Jason Steele and company has made dozens of videos, from short skits to short animations, on a variety of subjects, but they all have some things in common. They're all over the top, they're all incredibly silly and they're all very, very catchy. And that's what I think I enjoy most of all. Some of them (okay, many of them) require a morbid sense of humor to appretiate, something I thankfully have. Violence, blood and death are common amongst their videos, but so is their witty banter mixed with brilliant comedic timing. And that's something I can truly appretiate.

When someone can write something that sticks with you, long after you've read it, it means a bond has created between the viewer and the creation. Steele has created work that is catchy, lovable and wonderful that has lasted me for a very long time and he and his production company have made themselves a fan of their antics. Cause after all, we all need a good laugh once and a while. Especially one worth remembering.

Look for secretagentbob on youtube or FilmCow on the net for Steele's work. I recommend Charlie the Unicorn for starters and for the more morbid out there, the Cloak is excellent.

Peace and blessings
Eric Rawlinson
20110126

A Killer In Paradise

(The following contains coarse language and mature subject matter. Enjoy!)

Paradise is no place for a killer. Not because they don't deserve peace, comfort and salvation. It's because they would have nothing to do. And this place is paradise, and Rhino is a killer.

Night Writing Theatre: Ark and Psycho Duck

(George Carlin once said, "These are the kinds of things I think about when I'm home alone and the power goes out." Well, here's the type of thing I write when I wake up at 2 o'clock in the morning and everything I write is a brilliant idea. Enjoy!

Peace and blessings
Eric Rawlinson
20110123)

My Writing Heroes: Robert A. Heinlein

Before we start, I just want to say that I don't know anything about Robert A. Heinlein. I don't know who he is, where he's from, what nationality he is or how old he is/was. The first time I've seen him was a few seconds ago during a Google search to make sure I spelt his name right. And quite honestly, none of the information from before really matters to me. All I do know is that what I've read of Heinlein's work, which is about five books, maybe more, is that I think he's a genius.

I remember my first Heinlein book. Remember the first three pages off my heart, if I sat down and thought about it. The Moon is a Harsh Mistress is one of my favorite books and in my top ten of all time. It's a story about a man who lives on the moon, who's best friends with the central computer that runs the entire colony. Through his friends, he inadvertently gets tied up into a revolution to take down the dictatorship. It's a little hard for me to summarize, but what really struck me about this story was the voice. Heinlein is a master of something I want to master myself. Voice in the first person. 

Through Manuel, the main character, he's not only created a voice and the tone, but the slang of a whole new world, as fluidly as though I were a tourist listening to the locals. It was even more beautiful by the fact that the first time I heard this story, it was on an audiobook and the performer was so fluid and relax, that it struck me in my very soul. Being used to only narratives that used usual words or first persons who were proper and stagnent, it was so fresh and exciting. And I still get that rush, even after so many read throughs. Even sitting here writing about it, I'm tempted to start reading it once again, and I have to remind myself I'm already reading three other books scattered through my apartment.



But many of Heinlein's novels got me the same way, and I'm amazed by their variety in characters and tones, each with their own little voices and challenges that make each of the books I've read so interesting. Which reminds me, with my new outlook on religion and spirituality, I might take another look at Stranger in a Strange Land. Maybe I'll have to make four books after all.

Peace and blessings
Eric Rawlinson
20110122

Making a YouTube account

So, here's something I've been considering for much longer than I've been considering making a blog: making a YouTube channel, making videos, and posting them there. I've made one before, but that sort of faded away, mostly due to evil people stalking it to hurt my feelings, but also because I became conflicted over what I should be putting on it.


Of course, I worry away as to whether or not I should start making videos. What would I do? What would I say? How would I find my audience? Will I be liked or hated? To me, YouTube is a lot like vaudville of the old days, where anyone who could fit the bill could perform. Of course, the requirements today are just a camera, an internet connection and the ability to click a mouse, but the principle is still the same. Everyone has an act, whether it's good or bad and everyone wants to perform. It has its stars and it has its special attractions and it has performers who just won't quit and will change their act a hundred times just to stay on stage. Hmm, does that mean Fred is like today's Al Jolson? *shudders*


So, of course I have a couple of video ideas and a couple of videos already made up, but there is still the lingering doubt. What am I doing? What do I bring that's new? Who would want to listen to me? And I remind myself my friends like to listen to me, like to read what I have to say. Why not me perform? I can go as the spirit moves me and I willl see as I go. We live in the days of new media, where information spreads like wild fire and even the smallest of the smallest voices can be heard from across the globe. How can I not take advantage of that to spread my word to the world? And so I shall.


Now.... where can I find a camera?


Peace and blessings
Eric Rawlinson
20110121

My Writing Heroes: George Burns

 

Since we share a birthday, I think it's only appropriate that our next candidate for my writing heroes be one of my heroes in more than just his writing. I want to talk about, and mostly praise, the late George Burns, who, if alive today, would still be in show business and probably have his own YouTube channel.

Unlike Robert Munch, I can claim to know George Burns fairly well. Mainly cause I've read so many of his biographies and memoirs, but also because I've heard many of his radio broadcasts, seen a couple of episodes and seen a few of his films. He is a wonderful performer, but he is also a wonderful writer who's books I enjoy and would recommend to anyone who is interested in show business or just listening to a good story in general.

George Burns was a performer in almost every medium. He performed in vaudeville, radio, film and television. He

But what I wanted to talk about was his books. George Burns wrote several books. "Not bad for someone who's only read three" as he would say and puff his cigar. I've read many autobiographies over the years and I've seen them pulled off in many ways. Some people talk as though their just telling you the story. Groucho Marx wrote his as though he were performing. The way that George Burns writes feels like he's telling the story from the heart. Reading the book made me feel like I was right there, listening to him telling his old stories.

My personal favorite is Gracie: A Love Story. It's the story about the love of his life, Gracie Allen, his wife and partner for many, many years. He talked about their career together, their life together, the family and friends they shared and all of the good times. What I loved was that I could feel everything. The excitement he felt when he first met her, the rush of falling in love with her, the struggle in their careers and, overall, I felt in my heart just how lucky he must have felt his entire life to have known that wonderful woman.

Not sure what else to say. Happy Birthday George. Here's to your inspiration and may it last me and many others all of our days.

Peace and blessings

Eric Rawlinson

20110120

My Writing Heroes: Robert Munch

What do you do when you have trouble coming up with new things to write about? Why, you make a series and you write installments for it over time. And that's what I'm doing here. Welcome to My Writing Heroes. This is where I'll talk about the authors, writers, story tellers and general influences on my style, my passion and my life in general and I think I'm going to start big by talking about one of my first and greatest heroes, Robet Munch.

I have to be honest when I say I've never been much of a reader. I know it's a bad trait for a writer, but reading is something I've always found slow and maybe just a little bit hard. Not to say I hate stories. I LOVE stories. Just reading them is something I've always found difficult and in my experience, not the best way I learn. I'm an auditory learner, which means I learn best when I hear something, or it's spoken to me. So, naturally, my favorite way to learn a story is to listen to it.

When I was younger, the library had so many books on tapes, read by one person or by a cast ensemble. I must have went through the entire children's section of library and all of the Star Wars audiobooks growing up. But my absolute favorites were not the ones where it was someone reading the pages of a script. I loved the ones where it was someone telling the story off by heart. These stories were always so magical and thoughtful. Some of my favorites included Native Americans telling their legends and another by a woman who told such poetic Celtic stories. But one of the best were the stores by the writer Robert Munch.

Those unfamiliar with the name Robert Munch may be more familiar with his most famous work 'The Paperbag Princess', the story of a Princess who went to rescue her prince from a fire-breathing dragon, wearing only a paperbag since the rest of her clothing was destroyed. His works are very creative, random yet structured and tell such wonderful stories and more often than not teach valuable lessons. My favorites of his work include The Mud Puddle, Blackberry Subway Jam and Thomas' Snowsuit.

I don't know to much about the man personally, but I wanted to relate how inspiring he was as a child. I owned one cassette of his performances. Robert Munch would perform in front of a crowd of children, and without a book, he would tell a story. Maybe it was a one he had wrote before, maybe it was one that he just made up as he went along. But all the while, he did the voices, he did the sound effects and he spoke with such animation and energy, you could almost see him in front of you, performing these wonderful stories. My favorites were the ones that were yet to be his books. He would perform these stories off the top of his head and he knew exactly how to keep the audience not only entertained but involved with the process. He didn't just want their involvement. The story was made for them to scream "NOOOO!" or "ROOAAR!" or for them all to laugh at loud at all of the funny things he would do. And sometimes, after he was done, he would ask, "Should I make that into a book?" And of course, the audience would always answer, "Yes!"

I didn't know it then, but everytime I listen to that tape, I knew more and more, that I wanted to be just like him one day.

The tape, sadly, has been played into oblivion, but the stories live on in my head. The man, with his infinite energy, has inspired me to this day to be a writer and a storyteller. Thank you sir. Because of you, I have found my passion. You have given me a gift and I will not let it go to waste.

Peace and blessings
Eric Rawlinson
20110119

The Vampire in my Bedroom

As the portal glistens
My body weakens
For it is a vampire
Connected to a wire
I sit and stare
Beginning to glare
My brain slows
As the thing glows

And when it all comes to an end
I tell myself never again... again

Psycho Duck's Journal: Part 5

Log 9

The deed's been done. With a little help from me, or rather a LOT of help from me, Snow White has been revived. And with a little convincing, Snow White has left with the PRINCE.

The dwarfs seem satisfied, and were happy to see the story over. The phone buzzed and informed me that the story had a happily ever after. Snow White's fate is now out of my hands. But not her phone number. Time to look for another story to straighten. Psycho Duck, signing off.

Addendum. So the Big Bad Wolf has been listening to my logs and asked why I was so vague in this log, and when I told him exactly what happened, he said it was too funny not to record. Stupid sidekicks. Alright...

Psycho Duck's Journal: Part 4

(For lack of a better post, here's more adventures of the Psycho Duck in Fairy Tale Land. Enjoy!


Peace and blessings
Eric Rawlinson
20110114)

Log 6

Disaster's struck. Snow White is dead.

Seeds of Chaos

(This is a short story that was going to be the first in a series. I have written concepts for many of the stories, but never got around to actually writing any of them. It's partially based on Dungeons and Dragons, but its good enough to stand on its own in its own universe.

The character of Marielle Williem Red-Tiger is my sister's, Tigera2000. The gnome Jenny, Princess of Chaos is mine.

Summary: Two bored wizards play a game of destruction at an open aired resturant. The following tale contains mature subject matter. Reader's discretion is advised

Enjoy
Peace and blessings
Eric Rawlinson
20100112)

Kingmaker: The Path of Destiny Chapter 6 exert

(Here is a little taste of my 'Neverwinter Nights: Kingmaker' fan fiction written over two years ago, and tweaked a few times since then. This is a scene that's pretty much self explanitory. It involves the druid nymph Kaidala and my original character the ranger gnoll Steve. For those who don't know, gnolls are creatures who look like hyenas walking upright. But it'll give you a sense of my writing style, at least what it used to be like two years ago.

Disclaimer: I do not own Neverwinter Nights, Kingmaker or any of its characters. By publishing this work, I'm not making any money what-so-ever. Please don't sue. The story is my work however, and so is Steve, so no stealing.

Been a while, hope that's leagally binding.

Content warning: The following story might not be safe for work. Enjoy!

Eric Rawlinson

20110110)

Something to write about...

So, since pressing forward with new or recent ideas has been falling through, I've decided to step back and take a look at some of my older/abandoned work to see if there is anything inspirational. It's not easier to look at by any means, but at least it's a different type of frustrating than from 'ugh I can't think' to 'ugh, did I really write this crap?' And I've been listening to music on YouTube, hoping to find some musical inspiration. Blind Guardian is awesome by the way.

So I've been thinking about two very different projects today, and debating the pros and cons of working on both. The first is my Neverwinter Nights: Kingmaker fan fiction, the second is the sequel to my short story Slayer and Prey, which would become a novel.

For those of you who don't know, Neverwinter Nights is an role playing computer game based on Dungeons and Dragons. I started writing a fan fiction based off a particular story in NWN called Kingmaker, a small little story that promised to be a series. Instead it was a lame one shot. So I thought I would continue writing the story as I saw it as a fan fiction. It was the first story I ever published online. Of course, it was an adult fiction, meaning there were the occasional naughty bits. They were by no means the focus of the story, but they were integral to the plot. I liked writing it, and wrote about eight chapters over the course of five years. However, after years of no comments of ratings, yet a hundred hits a week after a chapter upload, I decided that it really wasn't worth my time without feedback, so I decided to drop it and move onto other things.

It is a pity cause the story was pretty good. I liked the characters and I liked the interaction between them. Granted there were some Mary Sue characters, and more and more original character came into the mix. But it did get over a hundred hits a week. It was weird that no one would comment, even if to just say "Hey, you're work is crap, go back to grade school you immigrant." I don't really know what a troll would say, I've gotten worse though...

The cons to going back though is that the novel is fan fiction. I'd never be able to publish it and my audience would have to be purely online. Plus I don't know who exactly would read it. Neverwinter Nights is not as popular as it was, not to mention Kingmaker not being popular even when it came out. Still, it is one of those, 'if I don't get it out of my head, it will be there forever' sort of stories. Maybe we shall see.

The second project is the sequel to Slayer and Prey. Raks has and quite possibly always will be one of my more tragic heroes and in Slayer and Prey, he took a turn for the worse, becoming a malicious vampire slayer. And if some of you thought he was bad in Slayer and Prey, that's only a taste of what he might be like in Slayer and Prey 2. I just can't get it out of my head sometimes. Evey time I hear a violent beat, that makes me skin crawl or my heart pump harder, I feel myself sinking into my depression. And there, right around the corner is this novel I've yet to write. I even get chills thinking about the title.

It's weird. As much as I fear writing Slayer and Prey, it's probably out shadowed by my disappointment in myself for not having written it yet. If I seriously think about it, it's been two years, I could tell you almost everything that happens in it, I've written the characters in my head, the major scenes, who says what, I've gotten the foreshadowing and metaphor in place, I've practically written it in my head. So why hasn't it been written yet?

The truth? It kind of feels weird. It's my brainchild, my masterpiece, and I've made it something perfect in my mind. So how do I translate something in my mind to paper and make it as perfect there? What if others don't like it?

I know, I know, get over yourself Eric. But it is part of what I fear. Plus, the story is rather depressing. It's violent, none of the characters are very nice and the nice ones are the ones to die or get hurt. It's how it goes.

Not sure where I was going with any of this, but it was something to write about. Talk to you soon guys.

Peace and blessings
Eric

Courage

(This came to me last night during a conversation with Etienne. Might not make much sense now, but it has meaning to me, and I hope it will for you. Think of it as a mission statement, an extension of my goals and maybe a poem. So long as you think of it.)

My mind told me not to be afraid of my gifts. 

I never thought I could be afraid of writing. 

Maybe it's talking about something else. 

Charm? Compassion? Intelligence? Wisdom? 

My friend tells me all of these things are my gifts and we all have the capacity to be afraid of them. 

It's okay to be afraid.

We are all afraid.


But courage is not the absence of fear. It is the will to do what needs to be done.

I am so afraid to get a job. 

But I need one. 

I'm afraid to let myself be open. 

But I must. 

I'm so afraid that my work won't be accepted. 

All artists know this fear. 

But we must try. 

Or else we let down our greatest fans. 

Ourselves.

We have been given the gifts of words and vision 

And the burning desire to express.

We will be hurt

But we will succeed

We all must touch the minds and hearts of others

Whether we try to or not

It is for us to decide how we do so

And I choose to do so with wisdom and passion

And with awesome

I choose to write
To write with words of love

And metaphor

And hidden meaning

And blatant meaning

I choose to empower those I meet

And strive to enrich the soul.

With love and affirmation.

And I choose to be vunerable

And I choose not to do this alone...


Peace and blessings
Eric Rawlinson
20110108

Goals

Simple ideas: What should I strive for in the coming year as a writer? So just randomly brainstorming, here's a list of goals I want to work towards:

Things I want to do this year:
Continue writing in the blog at least every other day
Get a following
Get published
Take a course in writing

Things I want to do eventually:
Write a novel
Write a film script
Write a comic book series.
Write for a webcomic
Become rich and famous (Roberts said it's important to believe it, so I shall)

Now I want to talk about some of my goals. I've never noticed how much I needed this blog until I started writing it. Sure, I want to make YouTube videos, and I've made quite a few scripts in my head that I obsess over. But with this blog, I'm a little more in my element, just writing. Sure, I'll start YouTubing again at some point. But for now I'll stick with this. Communicating with the spoken word, where every mistake is just a backspace away. I've also started to put the every other day rule on. When you want to continue to do something, it's good to be consistent.

Getting a following on the blog may be more of a challenge, since I know I'm being read by more than just the people in my following list. I'm not sure how to say, HEY EVERYONE! GET EVERYONE YOU KNOW TO READ MY BLOG! Hmm, maybe I do it just like that....

Getting published. I'm not sure what I'm looking forward to more: getting published or getting rejected. All of my writer friends have been rejected by now, and so many famous writers have said how many times they've been rejected until finally someone believed in them. I'm kind of actually looking forward to someone saying 'you suck'. Sure, it'll be heartbreaking, but this isn't getting into university. I know plenty of people who said my work is good, so my ego could take a bit of a hit. Still, I'd love to get printed. I still haven't heard from the writing contest, but looking at past winners, I'm not sure my material is what they're looking for. Still, never hurts.

Taking a writing course. There is a nice one at Humber College, that's just taught by a writer and its basically a glorified writing circle that costs half a grand. Still, it'll be nice to hear the experiences and opinions of a published writer and interact with a group of individuals who share my talents. Even if I go and learn that they're all just prudes and snobs (which I doubt as much as I believe), it'll be an experience none the less. There are some things I would definitely like to learn. One of them is how to write scripts. Scripts for comic books and scripts for films.

Writing a web comic or comic book series. So, I've got a lot of ideas for web comics, mainly video game satire and semi-autobiographical material. The question becomes if I can find an artist willing to take my poor excuses for scripts and actually make it. Or if I can make poor excuses for scripts to begin with. You never know

So those are some of my goals. Have a few things to think about. In the mean time, I'm going to keep writing. Peace and blessings.

Eric Rawlinson
20110106

What to write?

It's been two days since I've posted something, so I think I should just get down and post something. Not that I haven't tried to write anything, but for the past couple of days, my mind has been a mess. Video games, sickness, anxiety and depression have all been hitting me so hard. My anxiety tells me I'm spiraling back, but that just might be my tiredness. Bah. What this isn't going to become is one of my old Livejournal entries where I nonsensically rant about my depression and anxieties or anything. This is a blog showcasing my work and my inspiration. So I want to think about this as a learning experience.

Okay, so what have I learned in the last few days. Video games are bad for my writing. Okay, I've always known that, but now I can make it a point to hit that home. What do I enjoy more, the accomplishment of writing or the mindlessness of video games. Looking back on last year, I honestly have to say it's the writing. Writing has actually helped me out, I've met people, I can feel good about myself for accomplishing something and I can actually feel empowered about my skills. Video games is just mindless, and I've learned that most of my problems in the past have come from the fact that I was, and still in some ways, very mindless. I never paid attention to anything in my life and becoming self aware has helped me a lot. Video games distract me from the now and just put me into a very bad state of mind. So, I must some how get rid of the video games. With my sister buying new ones is not going to help. But it must be done.

Once again, I've hit a slump in my writing. Overall, I feel I'm ready for the next step in my writing journey, which is to hunker down and actually write a novel. But now that I'm thinking about it, is this really my next goal? Maybe I have some other goal I need to accomplish before I can move on to that one, which is why I'm having a hard time beginning. I do have many novel ideas that I can start on. I have many concept documents for dozens of novels I could write. But there seems to be something holding me back from starting. Depression? Probably, it's always been a bit of a git when it come to my creative flow. Confidence. Again probably, though I'm not sure how to help that. Is there some of other goal? Being published? Writing an essay? Maybe it's something to think about.

So in conclusion, hit the books instead of the video games and think about my goals as a writer. Hmm, maybe that's a good idea for my next journal entry.

Peace and blessings
Eric Rawlinson
20110105

Psycho Duck's Journal: Part 3

Log 4

There really isn't enough room to sleep inside the hut, so I'm sleeping on the roof. It's a nice warm summer night, so it'll be fine. Snow White came up to visit me a little earlier and we started talking about this and that. She told me how much she appreciated all I did for her and how grateful she was. Then she started asking things like, what do I do, where do I come from, is there someone special in my life, what do I look for in women. These questions kind of creeped me out. Snow White is cute, but her story has always kind of irked me. Think about it, girl with white skin, black hair, blood coloured lips who sleeps in a coffin protected by a group of minions and waiting for a prince to come around? Seriously creepy. I politely half lied that there is someone else. She seemed a bit disheartened by this, but we talked about a couple of other things before she went to her own little bed. And I'm left wondering if I should have entertained her romantic ideas a little more.

The Formula

In the age of Hollywood, it seems that there is a lack of originality in mainstream stories. Some people have often wondered why we cannot break away from this slump of the same material repackaged over and over and why we keep going to them over and over again. Some would say that it is because there is nothing new, but they're only slightly correct. Some would say it is easier and cheaper to stick to what already sells, and of course this is completely correct, but this I'm beginning to realize is only part of the problem. I've discovered an even larger problem, that not only strikes at movies, but almost all works of fiction including books, comics, video games, TV shows and probably other mediums I'm failing to remember. I want to discuss this idea that I have on the concept I call The Formula.

In our society, we have regulated our stories, not only in content, but how long our stories can be. Our movies are two hours long, our comics fit into four issue volumes, our TV shows are between half and hour to an hour at twenty four episodes a season and songs between 3 to 5 minutes. The problem with this is that it already puts a huge restriction on writers. Instead of asking 'what kind of a story do we want to tell?' the first question becomes, 'what kind of a story can we tell with the time that we have?' Hence the formula comes into play. Since we've already restricted the time, it becomes much easier for us to become comfortable with the formulas which fit those restraints.

This is why I start these things as thoughts rather than essays. I was talking to Etienne about this and I asked him if he felt that the mainstream was restrained. He gave me some things to think about. He told me that it is true that art has so much potential to be compromised and that artist must remain true to the art. I wonder how often it's true, not for the art, but for the audience as well. How are we compromised by this formula enforced upon us? Do we reject something because we are so unfamiliar with it? Because it's a little longer or shorter, do we pass it by because we judge its worth on length or simply on convience in this world.

I'm not sure where I'm going with it. But it is my thought and I wished to share it with all of you.

Peace and blessings
Eric Rawlinson
20110102