The Funny Thing About Firefighting.

The funny thing about firefighting is the unique experience you get with each encounter.

The first time I was on a fire, it was already a huge operation with hundreds of workers, aircraft, trucks, ect, on it that I didn’t even get to see the fire itself. I did get to help with traffic control and the landing zone for the Helicopters. The second day on that fire I was able to work with one of our department’s trucks at “The Pumpkin.” (A large orange pool for filling up water buckets.)

The next few times I was out, including this year, it has been actual, hands on, digging-in-dirt, playing-with-water, firefighting. A dirtier job I have never done. The first time I was out I got so messy I was almost unrecognizable. Since then I have learned the fine art of “No, your nose doesn’t itch.”

The nice thing about being a volunteer is the kind of people you get to work with. Generally they are A-Type personalities who are there for the right reasons: protecting people and homes, and learning safety with a dangerous situation. The hard part is realizing it is still dangerous even when we’re having fun, which we do. It’s a challenge and each time is different.

This last time, we were called out to assist another department on a 3 acre fire. We broke the transfer case carriage on our truck en route. We also had to wade through spring runoff in a river to get to the fire, which was a first in even our most veteran’s experience. Interestingly enough, it was the best thing that could have happened to me. My boots weren’t quite broken in yet, but as soon as I hit the water, they molded to my feet and now they are really comfortable.

The fire itself was about 3 days old. It had smoldered in the cold for a long time before it ever hit enough fuel to really get going. It was an easy day, and we were only there for about 2 hours before the fire was out, or mostly out, and we were on our way. Not to say it was a loss for us, any time we can get out and have a shake down is good experience. Each time we get better, more efficient, and skilled.

Writing news.

Book 1 is available.

Well, it finally happened, Book 1 of the Stones of Caron is finally out on Createspace, Amazon, and Kindle.

It was a long road, (7 years), but it was loads of fun and I learned a lot from it.

As each piece of it came together, I was ridiculously excited and when the art came in it pushed me over the top.

My friends and family were really supportive, and that just made it all that much more fun. Because, honestly, if you can’t have fun doing this, you can’t have fun doing anything. I get to weave imaginary places around imaginary lives. For serious, I get to live in a make-believe world for as long as I do this.

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Writing news.

So close

I feel the publishing hurdles are nearly over, but something about chickens and hatching keeps running over in the back of my mind. Oh well… it’s probably nothing.

The second proof is nearly complete and hopefully this weekend I’ll be able to announce that I’ve released my first book.

I am excited of course, but more nervous than anything. Putting my work out to be critiqued by all the world, not just those few whom I trust, is kind of like poking a snake. (A non-poisonous one of course.) I might get bit but at least it isn’t life threatening. Just for fun, I’m going to put up the teaser in this post. Enjoy!

Book 1: The Stones of Caron, What Time handed Them.

Earia, queen of the elves, has long fought against an enemy she believed she created: a man, Niren, who she raised as her son, over four hundred years ago and he will see every man, elf, and dwarf killed unless they bend a knee to him. The dragons already have, willing or not, and Earia is forced to fight them as well as Niren’s soldiers.

Fillip is a seventeen year old, raised in the woods and seashores of the small country of Niss, and he has managed to find the one thing which can give the elves hope against Niren and his dragons.

Pursued by assassins, Earia is desperate for Fillip’s help and he is aching for adventure, even danger. Fillip’s younger brother is not so inclined, but what is a brother for, if not to help chase monsters and throw down kings?

Earia’s age old companions are quick to accept the youngsters and teach them a thing or two. Fillip soon discovers that he is not the farmer he thought, but a bold adventurer, willing to take mighty risks to see the world and to fight for his new friends.