"Everyone should have their mind blown once a day." ~ Neil deGrasse Tyson

 

"It may be that our cosmic curiosity... is a genetically-encoded force that we illuminate when we look up and wonder." ~ Neil deGrasse Tyson

Neil DeGrasse Tyson visited The Morning Show on CBS in October to discuss his new book about the universe. I’ve been a Neil DeGrasse Tyson fan since I saw him on the news for the first time when the universe was much younger. Since then, he’s written fifteen books, and with every T.V. appearance, his comical wit and vast cortex leave me with a slight nerd crush. He has an asteroid named after him and even a leaping frog. He was named the sexiest astrophysicist alive in 2000. You must have fallen into a black hole if you haven't heard of him. Me? I’m star-struck.

In his new book, a fictional Merlin explains the nuances of light, space, time, and gravity to the reader. Defying gravity is a core element of my book, The Levitation Game. My character, Dob-Dec, would love Neil deGrasse Tyson. Heck, Mr. Tyson might even be smarter than my alien character because even though Dob-Dec is smarter than most astrophysicists and much more adept at levitation, he is slightly dim-witted compared to his green brethren. Editor’s note: Females are smarter than males on planet Pleione. Duh.

But what inspired me to talk about Merlin’s Tour of the Universe today is the cover’s resemblance to mine. It’s my November book pick (see below), so you can see for yourself. There’s no tornado of toiletries, but we have definitive space portal swirl action. Neil deGrasse Tyson is infinitely smarter than me and perhaps a better writer, but he sure as heck didn’t illustrate his cover like I did. 

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“Do you realize that if you fall into a black hole, you will see the entire future of the Universe unfold in front of you in a matter of moments and you will emerge into another space-time created by the singularity of the black hole you just fell into?” ~ Neil deGrasse Tyson

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"There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.” ~ Neil Gaiman

 

My hand grazed the doorframe, sliding over the smooth stubble of the painted wall as I reached for the light switch, finding it and flipping it on, but only darkness greeted me. Had someone cut the power to the house?

I stepped into the room.

Moonlight filtered through the curtains over the kitchen sink, glinting over the dishes piled like a spoiled child’s toy box. Shame washed over me, but I didn’t dwell on the feeling. Instead, I stumbled towards the drawers opposite the sink and rummaged for my electric match lighter. I found it and passed into the dining room, pausing to let my eyes adjust to the dark.

Even though I hadn’t baked anything earlier, the room reeked of strange spices, like mugwort and incense. The rusty smell of blood floated below my nostrils. Sweat lingered in the stillness, and I sniffed my armpits. Someone had been here moments before, leaving an olfactory trail of something human or inhuman. Were they still in the house?

My stocking feet dusted the wood floor as I approached the dining table, dipping my hand deep into a bowl of jagged candy. I plucked a morsel and set my lighter on the table to unwrap it, plopping it onto my tongue and chewing aggressively like a ball player waiting for the mat. Laughter erupted from the living room, quieting to unholy giggles and whispers. Then silence.

I grabbed the lighter again, swallowed, and entered the next room. There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife. The hand lifted high above its shadowy frame, then dropped with lightning speed. I heard a tearing squelch as the knife repeatedly hit its target, over and over, before being pulled clean. The steel blade glistened in the light beaming through the side window, glowing from the neighbor’s porch. They had electricity, while my house sat in obscurity.

I lurched forward and raised my lighter as if it were a weapon. Several figures watched in the darkness, and I knew they were hungry. But for what?

I moved around the room with a swiftness that surprised me and lit the candles arranged in all corners like a witch's boudoir.

Beth set her flashlight aside and dropped to her knees, grabbing a knife. “That’s better. Thank goodness we can see what we’re doing. Do you know how long the power will be off?” she asked.

I shrugged.

Mary plucked the top off her pumpkin and reached inside to pull a trail of seeds and pulp, plopping the guts onto a newspaper lining the coffee table. “I brought chocolate chip pumpkin bars with cream cheese frosting. Oh, and a pumpkin-spiced cabernet. Do you want a glass? I left it on the dining room table.”

“Sure,” I said.

Beth grabbed a small pumpkin and stabbed.

Rachel snuggled deeper into the sofa and took a sip from her goblet. “It’s really good, and I usually don’t like red wine,” she said, picking a pumpkin seed from her pants.

I was about to return to the dining room to pour myself a glass of red when the doorbell rang. I grabbed Beth’s flashlight before moving to the front door. The beam shone over three diminutive faces that smiled at me in the moonlight.

“Trick or Treat!” they all yelled with glee.

“Where there is no imagination, there is no horror.” ~ Arthur Conan Doyle

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The Levitation Game is One Year Old Today. Hooray!

 

The Levitation Game launched on October 17, 2023. 

After my book baby’s roller-coaster year, I hope my book doesn’t experience the terrible twos. Launching a book is every mother’s dream, but it does involve screaming and, quite possibly, incontinence. Sometimes, I felt like Mia Farrow in Rosemary’s Baby; other times, I felt like Sally Field after winning her Oscar. "You like my book. You really like it!"

The tumultuous and mixed feelings are normal for every author and every book. Oh, and I'm pregnant again. It may take longer than nine months, but there's another book baby on the way!

You can never leave once you enter the novel writing theme park full of burnt corncobs, sweaty crowds, psychedelic mirrors, nausea inducing rides, and sickly-sweet cotton candy. You must keep writing, and the tickets are steep. The steel gate is locked and your fate is in the hands of a carnie rat. Do you see the grinning carousel animals from the Brothers Grimm? Can you hear the demented organ grinder music gnawing at your brain? Do you need a shot of Pepto Bismal after too many corn dogs? A writer must stay in the clown park, gnashing away forever and ever. But sometimes it's fun. 

“When the music stops, you’ll see him in the mirror standing behind you.” — April, “The Conjuring”

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“Re-examine all you have been told. Dismiss what insults your soul.” ~ Walt Whitman

Before sending my freebies into the universe, I wrapped ten books with celestial wrapping paper and far-out stickers. Fun!

A psychic medium named Matt Fraser confirmed what I’ve always thought: I may not have stumbled upon my life’s purpose without the help of spirit guides. Matt told viewers of CBS Mornings that everyone has a spirit guide or guardian angel. I think he’s right, and I’ll explain why later in this post.

Still, with all the pain and suffering in the world, it’s hard to believe that humans have an ethereal doppelganger riding the same bumpy, neck-craning carnival ride we call life. What do our spirit guides do all day? Eat popcorn and chocolate-covered raisins while watching Netflix? Do they yawn with distracted glee while the world burns? It sure seems like it.

Matt also said some people aren’t lucky enough to discover their life’s purpose, and maybe that’s why they linger after death. I found my life’s purpose late in life—writing. But finding your life’s purpose doesn’t mean finding happiness. Any writer will tell you that after reading a bad review. I think living your life’s purpose is important spiritually. But what about people who don’t live long enough to meet their objective?

I don’t think I would have discovered my purpose without divine intervention. Former me: artist and illustrator. Still, as a kid, I’d dabbled in writing angst-filled poems and scary stories. Much later, I started a grammar-challenged blog and attempted a few short and sweet children’s stories, which unraveled almost addictively. Then, one night, during a critique group (fellow children’s book illustrators that met once a month to eat, laugh, and talk about our art), one of the women told me she’d had a curious dream about me. In her dream, she saw me lying in bed, wrapped in a quilt and surrounded by women with hands on my body. I just knew.

The women knew I wasn’t pursuing my life’s purpose, and I didn’t need Matt Fraser to interpret the meaning of my friend’s dream. I understood the mysterious message from my spirit guides: Write, dummy, and sleep when you’re dead! Do the work. Struggle, suffer, and maybe someday, shine.

If you aren’t living your life’s purpose, it’s not too late. That’s the moral of today’s post. If you’re alive, it's not too late to try. But then again, maybe spirits have a heavenly purpose and it will never be too late!

My Goodreads Giveaway netted 4,271 entries, and 3,924 readers marked The Levitation Game as want-to-read! Success! Now, I hope some want-to-be readers will enjoy my book enough to spread the word, rate, and review my book on Amazon. If you haven't left a review yet, please do! 

“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.” ~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

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“A newspaper is a circulating library with high blood pressure.” ~ Arthur Baer

“Newspapers are horror happening to other people.” — Nadine Gordimer 

Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but I like to read paper books and news that smudges your fingers and is damp on the sidewalk after the rain. The print needs to be gray to the point of vanishing like invisible ink, and the paper needs unrolling and recycling. God help me, sometimes the newspaper arrives inside a plastic bag. I’m eco in many ways, but this is my literary sin. 

These days, with fewer subscriptions, newspapers are often thin enough to need an Ensure supplement, but even so, you never know what inspiration you’ll find between the pages. Besides, what would we put in front of the litter box if not for a newspaper? Reading the Star Tribune’s Science and Health section (which is sadly no longer inside the Star Tribune) offered random scientific data to plump my alien character from my debut novel, The Levitation Game. Did you know birds have a molecule behind their eyes that may allow them to see the Earth’s magnetic field? Thanks to a timely article about the mystery of bird migration, my character, Dob-Dec, became fascinated by how Earth’s avians navigate long distances, and don’t get him started on those eye molecules. I don’t read many nonfiction books, but I love birds, and reading Jennifer Ackerman’s The Genius of Birds also feathered the nest of my alien character. Weird, right? Before writing and publishing my novel, I worried I couldn’t create an alien genius like I imagined otherworldly visitors to be. So, I created a slightly dim-witted alien that is still smarter than most humans, and a bird book helped me do it. Birds are so intelligent! Who knew that being a bird brain was a compliment? 

Now, I’m writing a book about green witches, and scientific newspaper articles about iconic Sequoia trees, green burial, and the symbiosis between plants and humans are all fodder for my tree-hugging Coven. Please bring back the Science and Health section! Sigh. 

“The proud man counts his newspaper clippings, the humble man his blessings.” ~ Fulton J. Sheen 

I have happy news this month. My short story, Default 666, is an honorable mention in the 93rd Annual Writer's Digest Competition! There were 3,571 entries from 44 countries. You can find it in the Scared to Death Anthology available on Amazon. Plus, my latest Goodreads giveaway is in full swing until September 1st. So far, over 2,500 people are fighting (or maybe just marginally hoping) to win one of ten signed print copies of The Levitation Game!

“If you don't read the newspaper, you're uninformed. If you read the newspaper, you're misinformed.”
— Mark Twain

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Turnips in a Pool of Bone Marrow Sauce

“A cannibal is a person who walks into a restaurant and orders a waiter.” ~ Morey Amsterdam

Just how pretentious is a new restaurant in Minneapolis? A reviewer described the restaurant as “Covertly dressed in rags woven from baby alpacas.” What does that phrase even mean?

I’ve read restaurant reviews for as long as The Star Tribune has graced our doorstep, and I love good food and reading the newspaper. However, some establishments seem destined for an elite minority, and I’ve always laughed at the jargon used to describe them. How many fussy clients will pay big bucks to eat fancy turnips?

My book is like a new bistro or business, and I’ve always wondered how much people will pay to ingest my words. I see the world slanted, askew, and apart from others. So, when my alien neurons hurl words onto the page, will they even find an audience? Fancy restaurants must have the same problem. Books and food are both nourishing and subjective. Spam, lutefisk, and romance novels, I’m looking at you. To me, foie gras is like an encyclopedia, and I wouldn’t enjoy reading it. The jargon on the menu of fancy food halls can be just as alienating. Here are actual turns of phrase from the Star’s fancy restaurant review in the Variety section on March 31, 2024. If the following terms make you laugh, my book might be for you. (See my notes in italics)

*Turnips in a pool of bone marrow sauce. You thought I made that title up, didn’t you?

*Eel tartine that’s not slippery, muddy, or riddled with bones. It will haunt you with its deliciousness. (a few sentences later) The eel is almost as good as the smoked eel sandwich and a 25-dollar glass of G. Richomme Champagne I consumed in France. Snooty overload. Barf.

*The restaurant has exquisite foie gras with no livery alcoholic tang. Yum.

*The food celebrates the midpoint between plebeian and prosaic. What? I need Google.

*Acorn consommé

*Funky blood sausage

*Wild rice furikake No, I didn’t misspell this. 

*Fishy and mushy octopus Bolognese

Dinner is served...

“Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them." ~ P.G. Wodehouse 

I sent my book to the Little Charity Book Truck this month. https://www.littlecharitybooktruck.org/ “Read more, help more.” That’s the LCBT motto. I love it!

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“A bumper of good liquor will end a contest quicker than justice, judge, or vicar.” Richard Brinsley Sheridan

I won the Foreword INDIES Book of the Year Award for Science Fiction—gold level! I feel like a soft and middle-aged Olympian, standing on the podium along with other word nerds. Now that I'm a big shot, the media is nipping at my heels for interviews. You can read this interrogation hot off the press:

FIJ (short for Fake Indie Journalist): What will you do with your monetary windfall?

Me: I won no cash, although two editor’s choice books will receive monetary prizes. So what did I win? Cachet among library professionals, booksellers, and mysterious industry professionals. Oh, and bragging rights that I can tag onto every social media post forever and ever. I’m positive that a million-dollar contract with Simon and Schuster is pending as we speak. Indeed, a movie deal will levitate my way like a bird in a wind tunnel.

FIJ: How hard was it to win?

Me: There were 2,400 entries, all judged by booksellers and librarians. I don’t know how many Science Fiction writers entered the contest, but I do know I’m a winner, winner, chicken dinner, and they are chicken poop.

FIJ: What will you do now that you are an award-winning writer?

Me: I plan to move to Cano Island off the coast of Costa Rica and drink like a Hemingway disciple. I may buy the island since boatloads of money will surely rain upon me. I’ll continue to write novels like Chorus of Crows and The Savannah Book of Spells, which I bet will get five stars and glowing reviews from everyone worldwide. The prickly reviewer trolls that plague other writers won’t pester me because I’m an award-winning writer! (Ha!)

FIJ: Do you have any advice for wannabe writers?

Me: Fame and riches can and will be yours if you persevere like I did. Don’t worry about the millions of books published yearly; your hard work will pay off. You don’t need luck, schmuck; just read, read, read, and write, write, write!

"You're about as useful as a one-legged man at an arse kicking contest." Rowan Atkinson

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