Day One

Photo of Yelapa, Mexico (more about it below).

This is the second time I've started a blog...maybe this time I'll keep it up. Why blog? It's not like i don't have enough to do. Maybe this daily purge will keep me writing. Currently, there are three book projects in various phases of non-completion: a book I'm ghost writing for a physician who lost his license in the '80's because of the AMA's medical conspiracy against homeopathy, osteopathy, chiropractic, and anyone who was curing people without pharmaceuticals. The research has been fascinating and upon completion, the information will be published as an E-book and also appear as articles on his Web-site.

The second project involves editing a series of articles I co-authored with a psychotherapist who works with combat veterans, mostly the Vietnam variety, but the younger generation has found her doorstep--and turning them into a book, which can be easily downloaded for veterans and their families. If you know someone who can benefit from reading articles filled with hope, please direct them to: www.vietnow.com (follow the PTSD links).

The third project is based on my experience as an adoptee. For the past year I've been writing scenes (see-ings as Michal Brown says) and what I realized very recently was that each scene was an unintegrated piece of my childhood. Some of these scenes will be included in the final draft of the book, but many of the scenes were simply a repeat of the same emotional signature, which could cause a reader to get aburrido (Spanish for bored). In addition to writing scenes, I'm working on developing a plot; although I'm not 100% convinced that integrating and healing require that kind of structure. According to my astrology chart, it would be best to finish this book by 9/9/09, which has significants to me because it is the birthdate of my favorite aunt and also the day after my birth mother died.

On a completely different subject, I am studying Spanish because I would like to travel through South America and although I studied Spanish in college, to say I'm rusty is an understatement. The worst part is I comingle Spanish with the French I leared in high school. My grammer is practically nonexistent and if it weren't for my determination and excessive use of gestures, I would not be able to get by. A couple of years ago my family and I rented a palapa in Yelapa, a place in Mexico that had only gotten electricity the year before we visited. Needless to say, very few people spoke English and if my daughter hadn't completed her second year of high school Spanish we would have had to subsist on cerveza and pollo. It was very humbling to rely on a fifteen year old for all of my commuication. I've added a photo of the beach, but there is much more to Yelapa than sand and warm water. There is a river, cobble stone roads, and no crime. Maybe I'll write about it in detail at some othe time.