Book Jacket Blurb

Greetings,

Here's the jacket blurb.
You need a comfortable jacket when fall and winter dance between seasonal shifts.

As Basho, the Haiku poet said, "Travel is human life-life is a journey."

An experiment in perspective, an epic with multiple players, "A Century Is Nothing" takes the reader on a pilgrimage to the subconscious.

Join Omar, an exiled Tuareg Berber and blind prescient writer from the Moroccan Sahara, on his travels as he and Mr. Point, a Vietnam veteran he meets after 9/11, share dreams, myths, and cogitations.

Within the harmonious triad of language, countries, and friends, Omar's journey begins in Morocco; takes him through Ireland, Kuwait, Israel, Bhutan, Japan, Vietnam, the Taos Pueblo, Bali, China, and Tibet; and eventually to 26,000-year-old Paleolithic caves in Spain.

Experiencing joy with a playful childlike sense of delight, the wayfarers explore cultural communities with great passion through healing and meditation. Their stories establish a circle of friendship where authenticity, compassion, kindness, and awareness are highly valued.

A Century Is Nothing explores the journey of life to discover the very essence of the human soul.

Random Moleskine Notes

Greetings,

Creativity is my meditation. The comic, the absurd. Don't take it all too seriously. The one who laugh's lasts.

Writing suggestion: make your characters want something right away, even if it's only a glass of water. Characters paralyzed by the meaningless of life still have to drink water from time to time.

It's the writer's job to stage confrontations so the characters will say surprising and revealing things and educate and entertain us all. If a writer can't or won't do that, they should get out of the trade.

Writer as hustler. They insist on being read. 

Doodle drama, ah the drama, the unfolding play! Information versus entertainment. Keep them stupid and happy. Children, of all ages, are amused by the idiot box.

We watch all the feelings, sensations and thoughts that arose upon having that event happen. 

Absolved by rain, the deluge.

"Keep your hand moving," whispered the writing teacher. They were strange. All of them.

The teacher in Tang Dynasty clothing filled with dragons, yin-yang mysteries of balance, becoming, a Phoenix rising, a crying crane flying through mist covered mountains while emperors danced with concubines inside Forbidden Cities's red lacquered emotional curiosities where visions of detached ebullient phosphorus streams dove into silence, the abstraction of tonal quality in extreme bliss, a manifestation of phenomenal superior detective analysis and a forty questions of the soul marketing examination at 7:00 p.m. was followed by utter exhaustion.

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Peace.