Notes from An Alien

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The Value of An Empty Mind


Yesterday was the only time I’ve published a post with a Title but no Body.

I got comments!

I almost didn’t post at all

I was reeling from an attack by what we call Griefers in the virtual world Second Life.

I want to try to relate this to a Writer’s Life.

I’d experienced these attacks before—they range from someone acting mean at an event to a gang of griefers using sophisticated software to move objects around and end up making everyone crash out of the simulation—back on the computer desktop and unable to return to where you were.

Eventually, you can go back and clean up the mess—though, this time I had an emotional mess that took a couple days to heal

Previous to this attack, I’d been experiencing some of the finest days of my life on Book Island—the particular place in Second Life that I work at for at least 30 hours every week—managing our nine events—Open Mic, Writers’ Chat, Readers’ Chat, a Poetry/Music session, a Horror/Comedy hour—twice each week, two Global Peace Chats, and our newest event, Microfiction & More

Being active with all this, while keeping up my five blog posts a week, is what I do to keep my usually very private writer-self engaged in the world—meeting new people, making friends, living through challenges, making plans, and working toward long-term Goals

So, since I’d weathered griefer attacks before, what made this one rip so deeply into my heart?

Why was I considering never returning to Second Life (considering for only a very short time)?

My best evaluation, so close to the situation, is that, as I’ve mentioned, just before the attack and leading up to it for a few days I’d been experiencing some of the best times I’d ever had on Book Island—I was on an emotional high

These are the times we are all most prone to being devastatingly hurt—the times our heart can be ripped-out, our minds flooded with less than noble thoughts, our existence darkened and, seemingly, defeated

Even when our life on earth is given resilience by philosophic or religious beliefs, we are still targets for the lost souls who need to terrorize others to feel any strength of being

Writers experience these types of people when they craft stories—creating some of the best examples of the worst kinds of people.

It’s when the nature of evil escapes from the writer’s mind and appears in the world that their better self can sometimes face more pressure than feels bearable and they begin to consider checking out of living

What do we do when the ills of life outweigh the blessings?

What can be done when others act in ways that wound our souls?

I fear many a fine author has had their writing career stopped in its tracks by others’ terrorizing behavior.

I know it takes a certain amount of Faith in humanity to continue to write towards purposeful ends.

So, I come to the state of mind mentioned in yesterday’s and today’s post-titles: EMPTY

If you check the root meanings for “empty”, you find “at leisure” and “not meeting”.

Yesterday, my mind was not meeting others—I didn’t attend two events on Book Island

Tomorrow, I will attend two events

If the griefers return, we have a new defense—our Manager has created a Safe House—we will disappear from the Island, simultaneously.

Perhaps the griefers will wilt away from not having anyone to terrorize

This is a well-known method for writers when the task seems too hard or fate seems to be throwing obstacles—retreat, go into leisure-mode, leave the writing unmet—come back to it when your Healed Heart is beating again, when your Emptied Mind has enough Reason to resume
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How I Had To Change Myself In Order To Write My Book…


Eleven years ago, I was 54 years old and just beginning, finally, to mature.

I’d been seriously studying the issue of Global Peace for about twelve years.

I hadn’t quite got the principles from my head to my heart

I saw a Tweet the other day that said: If the author doesn’t cry, the reader doesn’t cry.

Eleven years ago, I did, in fact, start letting myself cry more

In the post, Publishing Day Thoughts…, I gave a timeline for all the major writerly events that led up to my publishing Notes from An Alien yesterday; but, the deeply emotional transformations I made on that path, the psychological and mental growth that the feelings led to, and the application of Principles of Peace in my daily life weren’t in that post

It’s one thing to have a Theme burning in your heart and tantalizing your mind; it’s quite another state of affairs
to live through the changes necessary to turn that Theme into a Plot alive with Characters who live the story.

I had to become, in essence, the characters I would eventually meet once I hand my hands on the plot. I began meeting my characters about a year ago. They were all aliens living in a star-system twelve light-years from Earth.

Acutely appropriate for a guy who’d usually felt like an alien himself :-)

Most importantly, I had to use what I’d learned of resignation and sacrifice during ten years of growing up and make a place in my mind and heart for Sena Quaren, the “co-author” of the book.

I think an author has to have a submissive ego to truly let their characters come alive. If the ego can’t get out of the way long enough for the author to form a relationship with their characters, the book will either never get written or be written in a hackneyed and stilted style.

Until eleven years ago, I’d been living a hackneyed and stilted life. Even though there were eruptions of authenticity over the years, I was more amorphous than substantial, more tentative than responsible, more dream-like than imaginative.

I salute the pain suffered in that crucible of preparation. I see it all as a worthy discipline–my paying of long-deferred dues

So, all-told, I’ve been studying and learning how to live Peace for 23 years and all that effort has reached a culmination in a rather slim book—dense with promise, pregnant with its successor, facing a World of greed and war and holding aloft a banner with words uttered by one of its characters, Morna: “Patience is our weapon of choice.”
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