My First Author Interview!

White Waking DreamLast week I was interviewed by Ms. Victoria Craven on her blog at The Autodidact in the Attic. 

I am very excited about this post, and Ms. Craven asked very pointed and challenging questions to draw out the essence of the series and the purpose of my blog at http://wayoftheweird.com

If you get a chance check out the interview and her amazing blog which explores a plethora of subjects and observations from the perspective of a very talented lady.

http://theautodidactintheattic.com/2013/06/10/interview-with-michael-hibbard/

We are the Dreamers of Dreams

Willy WonkaOne of my favorite quotes of all time, and the first time I ever heard it was in the original Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory movie with Gene Wilder.  Who ever heard of a snozzberry?

We’ve become to regimented in what we think is real, that we’ve forgotten how to dream.  There comes a point in our lives where we are told, “Its time to grow up.”  I think this is the single worst thing we can ever tell our children.  “Grow up” has become a euphemism for “Start Making Money”.  We stop seeing the beauty around us, and start looking for ways to make a quick buck so we can have that new shiny thing.  It is at that moment that we don our blinders and start seeing the world in a narrow angle, unable to see all the things we used to see as a child.

I have refused to grow up.  I do go to work every day, but that does not define who I am. My day job is a result of the society we’ve created.  Which I think, quite frankly, is more of a nightmare than any sort of dream.  Yet another shooting yesterday — when will it end?

I refuse to allow these things to define my life, or deter my question to change the dream — we should certainly not give up, we have to start focusing on the things that matter.  First we must begin with ourselves.  Everything you do causes a butterfly effect, I’ve seen this first hand.  I have seen someone having a bad day, and a simple “good morning” lightens the burden on that person’s soul and by the end of the day that person is smiling and well-wishing others.  We are a chaotic, dynamic system.  For every action you perform, there is a reaction and it spreads through society.

When we recognize that we are dreamers, and we have dreams, we can do amazing things.  But we must remember that there are consequences to negative actions, and try to curb those primal selfish urges.

Its a beautiful day here in Virginia, so today, I’m going to find some snozzberries, visit with my friends and family, and unplug the TV.  Wanna join me?

Sanctuary — Ode to Devlin

Darkened dreary dull dank
Devilishly deceived
Dirge draining down

Ethereal evening evanescence
Echo echo
Evolve elegantly

Vexed viral vengeance
Voraciously victimized
Violently vaporized

Lush lovely landscape
Languid lamentations
Lies lies lies

Inconceivably infinite
If indeed
Ignorantly invisible

Never needed now
Negative night
Native neighbors

Oh! I Think I Might Be Enlightened!

*dramatic pause*

Nope, just heartburn.

It’s not easy to become zen enough to attain enlightenment, whatever that may be.  I have activities I perform every single day because they bring me inner peace.  I love to cook, so the first thing I do each evening is stop at the story and purchase something to make for dinner.  I just pick when I get there, whatever looks appealing.

The second ting I do each night is open a bottle of some variety of Pinot Noir — which goes with everything — and begin to architect my dinner.  Spices, Meats, Veggies.  (Potatoes are always included),  The act of cooking allows me to transition from being a data geek by day — father, husband, author, illustrator, guitarist and scholar by night.

The spark of enlightenment, which is now fleeting, is in that finding our own zen activity really is the key to a good life.  We all have it.  I can really be anything — knitting, sowing, working in the yard, reading a good book, listening to music.  But the idea here is to recognize that its your therapy and pursuing it, within reasonable boundaries, and allow it to center your own existence.  The thing you find most appealing does define you as a person.

I mention all of these things because it is just a gentle nudge towards focusing on what really matters to you.  But what’s more is the fact that if we all enjoy our zen moments, we might find that there’s no reason to be at odds with one another.

Have a wonderful evening, my friends.

The Autodidact in the Attic

DevlinHello All!  I’ve just finished my first Author Interview with Victoria Craven on her highly intellectual Victoria/Gothic blog called The Autodidact in the Attic.  I highly recommend you read her site because she will challenge you to think.  The questions she asked about the Waking Dream made me think more intently about what I was trying to achieve, and she challenged me, gently, to defend my stances on life, religion and existence.  I thoroughly enjoyed the interview.

My interview is scheduled to be posted this coming Monday.  If you were wondering about the series, the books, the Waking Dream and my views, this is your best opportunity to understand the machinations drive the universe.

I urge you to explore the rest of her blog, despite her interview with me.

I will send the interview link first thing Monday when Ms. Craven provides it.

 

Poisoned – A Song

How goodness turns to evil.

Born.
Raised.
Lived.
Died.

We are all poisoned.

The thought was pure, or so it seemed.
Make it together, gooey and warm.
Sweeter than what we’d dreamed.
Intentions were good before they tore.

Walking alone, on a path without light,
Bullied, battered, beaten and broke.
Warm shadows surrounding the soul’s night,
Filling the lungs with caustic smoke.

Trying to breathe, coughing hard,
Filling the lungs with putrid mist,
Over again, and back to the start,
Poisoned to the soul, dying within.

Crossroads at twilight, mud underfoot,
Directions around, no point to choose,
Alone again, and alone for always,
Swinging by my own tattered noose.

Trying to breathe, coughing hard,
Filling the lungs with putrid mist,
Over again, and back to the start,
Poisoned to the soul, dying within.

I cannot stop, it will not end,
Silent words of a dark friend,
Sleep, again sleep, you cannot hear
I’ve told you before there is nothing to fear.
Hide in your bed, in your mind, in your room,
Hush now, and sleep again, float away.
It will be over forever, til another day.

Open the door, no more light,
Shadows around, hiding apathy.
Ahead, alone, it isn’t right,
Killing happiness in the darkness of night.

Trying to breathe, coughing hard,
Filling the lungs with putrid mist,
Over again, and back to the start,
Poisoned to the soul, dying within.

The Battle for the Control of Reality

DevlinI am pleased to share the final cover for my upcoming novel in the The Waking Dream Series:  Devlin.

This cover represents a scene from the novel itself, the Church of St. Michael’s which serves as the town hall and focal point for the Dreamers of Devlin.

The battle for the control of reality will begin on the first day of Autumn, September 22, 2013. It’s time for you to Awaken your own Weirdness and prepare to change the world.