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Paradox

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After my recovery, I will continue working on my current manuscript, while I seek representation for my sci-fi thiller Paradox.

It is the two year anniversary of his wife’s disappearance. Standing on a rooftop, beneath the night sky, Detective Jake Cross preferred to die than to live without Lisa.

Here is the opening paragraph.

Paradox

Tonight, the moon arrived without her.
No other phenomenon on Earth or in the heavens could provoke a fusion of so many emotions; passion, remorse, uncertainty, all boiling in a primordial soup of sentiments that scorched his soul. This unwelcomed nightly event consumed detective Jake Cross like a voracious black hole gnawing at his heart, cell by helpless cell, devouring every reason he had for living.

Paradox – Mankind’s last hope is a man who lost his faith.

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The Lonely Immortal (Book Excerpt)

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The Lonely Immortal (Book Excerpt)

“Are you okay?”

“The souls of the dead see my light. They believe it is their opportunity to reenter our world. It happens every time I enter a cemetery.”

“You can feel them?”

“They pass through me like light through a prism.”

Spirits swirled inside Amani in a whirlpool of ancient scents, tastes, joys, and tears. The haunting pain of unfulfilled dreams from their previous lives pinched his heart. 

Angelo came to a sudden realization.  “This is the closest an immortal can come to feeling death.”

Amani inhaled deeply, longing to breathe in their hopes of a new life, the passions of lovers past, the cold inevitability of death.

“How do you feel having souls of the dead inside of you?”

“Alive.”

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Cursed to live forever, Amani befriends Angelo, a cranky Vietnam veteran who searches for his long lost love.  Sharing the story of his 5,000 year journey searching for his perpetually reincarnating twin flame, Amani the immortal, learns the true meaning of life from his dying friend.

This manuscript, my notes. and outline, have been registered and are protected by the U.S. Copyright Office (within the Library of Congress). 

The Lonely Immortal . (book excerpt)

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The Lonely Immortal (Book Excerpt)

“Are you okay?”

“The souls of the dead see my light. They believe it is their opportunity to reenter our world. It happens every time I enter a cemetery.”

“You can feel them?”

“They pass through me like light through a prism.”

Spirits swirled inside Amani in a whirlpool of ancient scents, tastes, joys, and tears. The haunting pain of unfulfilled dreams from their previous lives pinched his heart.

Angelo came to a sudden realization. “This is the closest an immortal can come to feeling death.”

Amani inhaled deeply, longing to breathe in their hopes of a new life, the passions of lovers past, the cold inevitability of death.

“How do you feel having souls of the dead inside of you?”

“Alive.”

Cursed to live forever, Amani befriends Angelo, a cranky Vietnam veteran who searches for his long lost love. Sharing the story of his 5,000 year journey searching for his perpetually reincarnating twin flame, Amani the immortal, learns the true meaning of life from his dying friend.

This manuscript, my notes. and outline, have been registered and are protected by the U.S. Copyright Office (within the Library of Congress). 

Christina Perri – A Thousand Years

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Christina Perri – A Thousand Years

Recently, I came to the realization my life can easily be compartmentalized by Playlists. I have a few playlists for writing poetry. Playlists for blogging, treadmill, shopping, and for napping. I even created a driving playlist.

Makes me think an autobiography of my life will be a musical. Egads!

When working on my manuscript about eternal love & reincarnation, I turn to inspiring love songs to help me set the mood. Ladies, I know this song was used for the movie Twilight, but in my heart, every time I hear it, I feel it was written for my latest work in progress (manuscript/screenplay).

Adventures Fill The Soul

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A quick announcement. Lonely Author is off to his next adventure. Today I am flying to the inviting beaches of the Dominican Republic. My first week, will be at a beach resort. Now, check this out, the main pool has a bar. I never have to leave the pool to get my mojito.

Please note: I will be blogging through this vacation. I won’t be able to read every post, but I will make sure to touch each and every one of you. Also, I will be posting once a week during this time.

This year I fulfill one of my lifetime goals. Every January through March, the hump back whales of the North Atlantic, travel to the waters of a beach town called Samana. Here, pregnant whales give birth. All other whales find a mate. This ritual of turning these waters into a singles bar/maternity ward has been going on for ages. I have already booked my seat on one of these touring vessels to get a first hand look.

Now, this vacay won’t only be about whale watching, For the first time in my life, I will be the best man at a wedding, Also, will be seeing my beloved God daughter (now 6). Will attend a 75th birthday celebration. Then, there is Carnival. But most importantly, after my stay at the resort, the rest of the trip will be used as a writing retreat to concentrate on my manuscript.

I want to thank a special someone who read my first chapter and ignited a passion within me that will carry me through to completion (whenever that is).




I want to apologize for being late with my blog reading and responding to comments. I have been coordinating the birthday and wedding celebrations from New York. A very stressful task.

Also, whenever I travel to the Dominican Republic I prepare a care package for the poor. These 3 boxes contain used clothes, canned good, and toys that I collected from friends. One family on the island had their stove stolen recently. Miraculously I was able to find someone replacing their used stove upstate, so these friends will have a place to cook. All of these items and some other used furniture were shipped last week and will be waiting for me to distribute it upon my arrival.

One final thought……

Jobs fill our pockets.

Adventures fill our souls.

My friends, get out there and enjoy this beautiful life.

My next post will be on Thursday, February 14th. (You really didn’t think I would miss Valentine’s Day, did you?)

And to my inspiring muse……my first mojito will be in your honor.

Eternity

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Eternity

“Time can heal the broken heart, but it can also hurt the waiting heart.”

Darius rested underneath a weeping willow. His disheartening journey has lasted longer than time.

Five thousand years ago, he adored the woman he protected; the Pharaoh’s young bride. It started innocently, exchanging forbidden smiles and glances.

Until, one day Aziza lost her balance and fell into his granite arms.

A week later they feasted on grapes; as they made love on the banks of the Nile beneath the radiant moonlight.

News of their secret romance reached the Pharaoh.

Pharaoh ordered his magician, “Poison my disloyal wife. Reward her with the gift of eternal reincarnation.”

Beaten within moments of death, Darius pleaded with the Pharaoh. “I prefer to die a thousand deaths than to live a day without my beloved Aziza.”

“Let Darius live forever. He can suffer through eternity watching her die ten thousand deaths.”

Through the centuries, Darius walked the Earth alone. He found her soul in women of different colors and lands. He buried her a thousand times.

Since Columbus discovered the New World he has yet to see her.

He may never find her again.

Time can heal the broken heart, but it can also hurt the waiting heart.

Image taken from Google.

I posted “The Pharaoh’s Bride” back in June 2016.

During my absence from blogging, I fleshed out this short story. Working in small blocks of time, I researched the ancient Egyptians and reincarnation.

In my manuscript, Darius, the immortal, attempts to help Angelo (a grumpy war veteran dying of cancer) find his long lost love, while sharing his tale of undying love.

Currently, I am ten chapters deep into the story.

Tell Lonely Author About Your Likes/Dislikes

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Since I’ve joined Blogville I have refrained from participating in Awards and Tag games. I think it is wonderful, entertaining, unfortunately, I don’t have the time.

In 2016 I am planning a full marketing assault of biblical proportions (okay, I will rephrase that).

I will try very hard (just doesn’t sound the same).

In addition to querying literary agents about my manuscripts, in 2016 my marketing campaign will include queries to Hollywood agents about my screenplays & the submissions of these scripts to screenwriting contests.

So, if your interested in learning a little more about Lonely Author here is a little bit of info about the Man, the Myth, the Moron.

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Native New Yorker. Lived 3 years in Miami and 9 months in Raleigh, N.C. Love the NYC, but I expect to move permanently to warmer climates by 2018.

Places on my Bucket list: Venice, Italy. Greece to see the ruins. Also want to visit all 50 states.

Personality: My friends say I am the MOST open minded person they know. I consider myself the MOST old fashion person I know. Have never forgotten important dates. Love humor and everything positive.  I still stand to give up my seat. Still hold doors open and pick up the tab. GENTLEMEN, THAT’S THE WAY IT SHOULD BE.

Social media: Hate facebook. A good friend convinced me to join twitter. @LonelyAuthorNY.

Favorite Food: Pizza has to be number one, but steak and lasagna aren’t far behind.

Drink: I prefer wine.

Children: Catherine is an anthropolgy major set to graduate in June 2017. She is my only living blood relative.

Scent: Hugo Boss is what I am usually wearing. As for female scents, there are a few that I like, don’t know why, but Coco Chanel makes me melt.

Clothes: I wear a lot of black and grays. Rarely wear sneakers. Since my surgery all I wear is jeans.

TV: Not much of a TV guy. Prefer to watch movies. If you find me watching something it is usually HGTV. Do watch some History Channel (preferably Ancient Aliens). Some of my favorite shows of the past include Seinfeld, Allie McBeal, and 24.

Things I like most about Blogging: Meeting people, exchanging creative ideas, getting inspired by other people’s work.

I never knew what I was missing: Living in New York City I missed out on an enchanting part of the universe. Southern Belles. I have met so many in this World-o-Blog. They are delightful and so charming. A pleasure to talk to.

Since I am on the subject of Ladies: I like mine feminine. I love lipstick, painted nails (when possible), and all the girly accessories. I know my role as a man, I want her to relish in her role as a woman. So, I will spoil her. Oh, and spooning is an absolute MUST.

Comedies: There’s Something About Mary, Wedding Crashers, We’re The Millers.

Authors: John  Grisham and Nelson DeMille

Likes/Dislikes

Pepsi not Coke
Hate iphones. Samsung all the way.
Showers not bath.
Eclectic music taste.
Played wide receiver (damn good too).
Don’t make resolutions, I set goals.
Love lingerie (no I don’t wear it)
Pajamas only in winter.
Coffee light and sweet
I think morning sex is so underrated. (Yeah, I like to start the day with a bang).

Tell me something about you.

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Devil Girl Diaries 6 – (Where Did She Go)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

the moving train rocked gently

Devil Girl moved back and forth

against the groin that pressed her bottom

causing a smile on construction workers face

I had enough of watching

muscle man and my Allie

do the subterranean lambada

the train pulled into the station

perfect time to move toward them

the doors opened

an elderly woman boarded

I slowly helped her to the nearest seat

my gaze returned to Allie

she was gone

my eyes darted from left to right

pushed through the crowded subway car

where could she be

the train door shut

my heart resembled jungle drums

I glanced out the window

there she was

talking to the construction brute

smiling at his words

nodding as he spoke

her skirt lifting in the air

the train pulled out of the station

into the dark tunnel 

You hurt me Devil Girl

You know the drill; to be continued.

 

Bridge of Broken Dreams

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This simple verse is for an unnamed blogger friend dealing with lost love.

 

Bridge of Broken Dreams

Going to the Bridge of Broken Dreams       

to dump your caresses in the river

cause it’s so painful to remember                       

how easily you forgot me                                      

On a mountain I’ll dig the deepest grave

for the crate of empty vows you made

perhaps for you they meant nothing

so buried treasures they’ll be

On the highest cliff I will be standing

When my heart and I finally agree

To toss your photos in the ocean 

’til currents drown your memory