Do all you Can

And then stand ...having done all... STAND.... Stand for what is right... figure it out...and stand...  for what is good... be the best you can be ... be right and just and fair but tough... help the helpless and confound those helping themselves with out regard to the suffering.

IS IT A STORY?

FINISH THE STORY AND DON'T WORRY ABOUT SENTENCES.
( notes ) UNFIXED AND RAW.... BUT

Part One   What is his Flaw? He is not prepared to deal with Psychopaths.

Investigator, Wellington Doud works a missing persons file for the  Flour Bluff State Bank, expecting to locate the delinquent client,

but what he finds goes way past skip-tracing.

Chapter One

I WAS OUT IN THE STICKS. 80 miles as the crow flies from Mexico, in an outlying part of the unincorporated county near Corpus Christi, Texas, at the end of a long caleche road on a lot over grown by vegetation that would make Tarzan homesick, I got out of my air conditioned dark green Impala and began to sweat.  

I left the engine running and I didn't like the feeling of the hot air rising from the car's wheel well, as I walked across the gravel to the front door of the trailer. The humidity in the partial shade of this Texas version of the Tropics labored my breathing. Feel the weather.

Three miles due east and past the Intra coastal Canal lay the Gulf of Mexico.

l knocked on the screen door. An army green canvass tarp draped over the top and strapped down with black rubber bungee straps, gave off a familiar odor of water proofing. The sound of someone fumbling with the door.

Roof leaking or camouflage? The trailer didn't look that old.

A late model pick-up under the make-shift carport topped by the same kind of tarp tenting.

An unkempt Caucasian woman  came to the door carrying a brown faced baby. Her dark hair was pulled back and she wore no make up , her face was pleasant in a ugly sort of way. She did not look happy answering the door to a stranger. She stared blankly at me like she wanted me to start the conversation. And then, "Wha' da you want?" she said. I could feel the cold air and the sick fumes of baby, mother, nicotine and something that smelled like burning incense.

"I'm looking for a Tony Villanosa"

A conversation ensued and she said Tony Villanosa was hunting in Mexico.

But the pick-up and a caged Pit-mixed dog in the back and gear in the open bed,  What looked like gun cases and medal ammo boxes, all said different.

"Nice dog, is she easy to handle?" I asked trying to calm he down. "That's Tony's dog I don't do nothin' with that dog. Gotta go," she grunted slamming the door.

My stomach ached for her and did not want to agitate her, plus there was a good chance, in my mind, there could be a different story. Something closer to the truth. My pistol was in the glove box.

I followed the drive out the opposite direction drove to the end to the road that lead to a different exit on to the main road. I stopped and waited. I rolled down a window and listened. The sound of a vehicle starting, being gunned, sounded like a truck. I thought it might be comming my way but it didn't. I pulled out onto the black top. and made a three point turn. I circled around and the truck was gone. When back out to the black top. I could see the pick up in the distance and with the aid od my binoculars I saw two heads in the cab. I circled bacb to the trailor and ring the bell. No answer. I started to force the lock when a man in a Toyoto drove by 

Chapter TwoScary scene

The man in the Toyota drove on by and I rang the door bell.

( this naked guy is waring underware and looks like a bath salts model - poster boy) somebodys addicted son...

I tie him up and leave... the old man ask for ... I get him a drink and the naked kid is quiet  go back to check and he's dis appeared. be fore I start the car I see the keys swinging in the lock. start the car

Broke in  the bed rooms that were locked the first on had an

old man the next was a naded guy who keep charging  me but even thought he kept comming at me I cold cocked him but he would not stay down... were locked and

This is a North Texas Story Raw draft

Comments welcome

Town Meet

          In a community room at the courthouse, a meeting was called to order and Hervey “Cam” Strone was first to speak.                                                                                “Thank y’all for coming.” Cam spoke to a standing room only audience.  “I would like to thank the mayor’s office, also the Texas Times News and Observer for helping us to set this all up. In addition, I would like to thank the Noon Zadess Foundation for Literacy and Education: Read, Write and Run.org.” A warm applause broke out. “When the La Bamba Café became a targeted and blew up last year, some of us who love this community, believed an outside interest responsible, like a drug cartel or a religious extremist group. Whoever they are, they are outlaws. They have no respect for the rule of law. We still do not know who financed the two foreign operatives that came to our town shot one of our citizens and then in turn was shot by an individual from the same country, and town. Our sponsors for this meeting agree with me that it is a good idea to keep this incident in the public’s consciousness and to support the free flow of information by all means possible. It goes without saying anyone who has any information can contact the Observer, the police.                                                            There will be town meetings to answer questions for promoting the truth, as it is revealed to us. There will be two meetings a month initially, every week if it is warranted. Everyone who wants to speak please raise your hands. We will answer every question in this way: step up to the mike at my left and state your name introduce youself, give you title, or just say concerned citizen, homeowner however you like. Then ask a question.”                                                                                 The line formed and Dr. Travis Jenkins stepped up. Tall, a lean, handsome, seriously bald man and gray in the temples, he adjusted a mike on the stand in front of him.                                                                                                        “Evening, I am Doc Jenkins; I have a general medical practice in town, as most of you already know. I was in the men’s room the evening in question, at the La Bamba Cafe. I met my wife in the bar at seven thirty and that’s where she sat, on a bar stool waiting for me to be seated on the patio where the explosion occurred.” Cam stood and walked from behind the large table where he had set up shop. He nodded and put his hand on the doctors shoulder...and leaned into the mike...”Doc, excuse me... these are to be opening questions, in time we will let everyone who wants to make a statement do so.” All could see the Doc almost lost it, but tears were all that showed what was in his heart.

O.K. here's my New Years Resolution

When I Write my new novel:

1.  I'm going to use the 9 Point Checklist ala Steve Alcorn

2.  I'm going to complete it as fast as possible ala Rob Parnell

3.  I will plan scene by scene writing the first pass by the seat of my pants doing correction and

     editing  later ala James Patterson. Who says at this point don't worry about the sentences.

4.  Once I finish this abbreviated version I will share it in this easy to read form with a couple of     

     friends.

5. Then I will finish the long version  without corrections to a proof reader. 

How can we perfect our PASSION? If a perceived passion is destructive it's a FLAW.

Write Your Bestselling Novel and then get a second opinion.

In an ancient text I read,

     "What a person can conceive and believe they can achieve."

This quote is not an exact quote. I changed it to accommodate my mother and her gender. I do so happily but only after lengthy and difficult self searching, soul searching.

Infinitely more important to me is that I put this to the test in my circumstances and learned what it meant for me.

Allegorical testimonies many times left me cold when they were told to convince me, as a boy, to live my life as a Christian.

As so it is my habit to personalize these things to accommodate this brain God gave me. In many ways it was fantastic, prone to great imaginations, capable of learning, controlling all my body functions. I learned to control pain and enjoy my senses, experiences and joy. I developed my powers of rationalization long before I had a notion as to what the word meant.

Raised in the Bible Belt of the U.S.A. I was indoctrinated into the Protestant Faith as a Southern Baptist.

    Your default concern as a person, in your private life, is your passion. Meaning your deepest desire.  For starters, make sure you know something about what it is you want to achieve. In my case it comes from a deep indoctrination into the Christian Faith. Plus I want to write fiction.

     But say,  revenge is what you perceive  as your passion. Try to educate yourself, think, ask yourself... where does it come from, what is the theme it will naturally lead to. And start the dialogue in a journal or notebook. It will be a journey and you best pay attention , take notes,....

     What will that look like if I achieve my goal... I suggest you ask yourself. Is that your thinking or your handler or a movie you saw.


What is the historical evidence that revenge is a good goal to have. How did it work out in the past.

If a goal is self destructive and destructive to others it's a form of insanity to pursue such a goal...          
   
If your perceived passion is destructive, it's a FLAW.

We don't live in a perfect world so you might pursue Justice as a alternative and on the surface, well it is a better choice.

However JUSTICE, the real thing may take a long time,  .

Treat your neighbor well and take care of yourself. Work for Justice but Love one another.


Love ----find out what it is before you try it alone.

Passion

Is there something that drives you. It brings pleasure and pain. It will require work to prefect it.

What if you wanted to do something but in your heart you feel it can't be done... What would you do...
put it on the shelve? That could make you unfilled and not happy.

Can we, should we perfect our PASSION?

Best value for Writer's

In times like these when the upper crust is losing dough, every one wants a good deal, and a great value. They don't automatically come in the same package. There is a Writing Teacher extraordinary  I will introduce you to. STEVE ALCORN the real deal.