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In my second novel draft  religion plays a more distinct role.  Sharlene and Sajiv begin to discuss more in depth his atheism and her Methodism. Sharlene fills the need to go back to church. Sajiv agrees to take her. In America an atheist would not be likely to do that but in India it is common. An atheist can explain scripture and religion to you as well even if it is the Christian faith. Then tell you what part they agree with and what part they do not agree with.

Along the way it lead to the subject of trees. In India the bodhi tree is sacred. It is in the family of fig trees. Buddha became enlightened there and so did Vishnu. I started thinking where are the trees of Christianity. Much of Sharlene and Sajiv’s discussion center around commonalities. Does Christianity have a sacred tree? The one that comes to most people’s minds is the Tree of Knowledge in the Garden of Eden where Eve gives in to temptation and then leads the husband Adam down that path. Since they sin together ( in marriage it shows what a grand bond they have giving literal visual “for better or for worse”) become banned from the Garden of Eden.

More Trees

The tree theme does not end there. Take a drive through scripture not only do we begin with the tree as in fallen sinful humans, in Revelation 22:1 -3 the curse of Eden ends by a crystal river with the tree of life ( the other tree nearby in the Garden of Eden) with its every month of fruit and leaves that heal the nations. It was the other choice Eve could of made. You see she did have a choice, an alternative to take right in front of her.

THE Tree

In between the Genesis Tree and the Revelation tree a host of extremely important trees exist tied to important concepts and themes of the bible. One of the most important of which is Jesus hung on a tree. The cross was made of wood. Everything about the crucifixion is important and had spiritual meaning.  Though most all agree that the cross was made of wood, endless arguments exist on what kinds of wood. Wood comes from a tree. Why would God allow wood to help murder His Son? Everything negative about the cross became a positive grace invitation so how do trees fit in all that schema. Hanging from wood (tree) how does that translate to grace? Jesus was a carpenter, made his living from wood and He is murdered on wood.

You Study and Decide

This is what I discovered. The Hebrew word for a tree is עץ (eyts, Strong’s #6086).The word עץ is a parent root (a two letter root) from which a couple of other words are derived. The verb עצם (Ah.Ts.M, Strong’s #6105) means strong and mighty, as is a tree. Derived from this verb is the noun עצם (etsem, Strong’s #6106), meaing bones, the “strong tree” of the body. Also, the verb יעץ (Y.Ah.Ts, Strong’s #3289) means counsel, to give support to another as the tree trunk supports the branches and leaves. Courtesy of Jeff Benner at  Strong’s is a recognized resource for deciphering Hebrew at many bible study sites.

This site shows the use of the tree in the New Testament

Was Jesus hung on a tree?

The New Testament uses the word tree five times to refer to Christ’s crucifixion on a cross (Acts 5:30, 10:39, 13:29, Galatians 3:13 and 1 Peter 2:24). Most of the time, the noun stauros(stake) and the verb stauroo (crucify) are used in connection with Jesus’ death. These two words appear 74 times in the New Testament.

One of the five appearances of tree occurs in Galatians. “Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us,” wrote Paul, “for it is written: ‘Cursed is everyone who is hung on a tree’” (Galatians 3:13). Paul was quoting a phrase found in Deuteronomy 21:23.

Paul was referring to the Torah’s prescribed form of execution by stoning for blasphemy and idolatry. After being stoned to death, the person’s body was hung on a tree to show that the individual was under God’s curse. To the Jews, hanging on a tree had become a metaphor for an apostate, a blasphemer or a person under God’s curse. That’s how the Jews viewed Jesus (John 5:18; 10:33; Matthew 26:63-65).

Me again.

God transformed hanging on piece of wood being a curse to hanging on a piece of wood becomes the act that saves humankind’s soul. We are protected and prosper with trees. Science confirms that environmentally. Every day when you see trees you are seeing living grace at application level given to us by a living organism found in the Garden of Eden ordained by God Himself. It facilitated the murdering of His Son and yet the tree of death rotted and turned to compost to become life for some other plant. Christ does not die but resurrects and you could say the cross did too in a different form in the ecosystem. Some plant some where has the basic essential chemical components of the cross since the planet reuses that.



I took a course in the Methodist Church for using Social Media for church. I have to do blogs on it. The blog here will take a research tangent for a short time on Trees and Scripture which will give me the knowledge for a good debate between Sajiv and Sharlene about Bodhi tree and about all the other trees God uses to give us grace, our daily bread with the very air we breath, and keep our planet cool with the trees taking care of carbon dioxide.




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You never know what direction writing will take you. This year the muse insists on articles. Hundreds of articles and being part of a writers group. Sharlene nightly tells her tales while I type about technology, medicine, dogs, clouds, and even stories. Art calls constantly so I sketch in between writing gigs. The guitar sits at my feet getting strummed while a project manager ferries another article to me. While chatting with them I write fiction dungeon and dragon stories with Elvira the cleric wizard chaotic neutral and naughty as they come.

I know for a fact the muse wants the second novel finished. It is all in my head and Sharlene and Sajiv are way into book three contemplating to kiss or not kiss. He paws her hand. Sajiv grasps her hand with both of his one on top and one on bottom, firmly cuffing it and gently pulling it toward him simulating you know what. While she stands and trembles not knowing to run or cuddle. Sharlene stands and explains all this. Part of her wishes to thrust forward and hug so intensely there can be no doubt about intentions. After she does that then what?

That is the scary part. Can it be completed? I cannot see them in bed together yet. It goes blank but when I ask Sharlene she gives some romantic third person tall and about the time it gets good as in causing an arousal reaction she take off on a wild tangent that leaves sexual behind and brings in funny. Everything else I have about 10 scenarios for except that. Is it that India young adults wait till 26 year old to do that. Is it I do not want to ruin the friendship between Sharlene and Sajiv. Making love will change that.

In the other time, the business world of writing marches on. Equally satisfying and gives a stream of payment it is hard to leave and do novel writing which is love and sacrifice most of the time. A host of children’s books left not illustrated. IHave been forming in my head for a while.

Increased the art and now it is appearing on the Internet. Exploring artists and museums in between writing gigs. Oil painting is back. It heals me and that is where it remains.

Yes Sharlene. I understand.  I have to eat and pay bills. Perhaps you can facilitate sales….

Here take a look at M F Hussain. Lovely art.


The Villian is Not Always a Person

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In life for the most part, people are not all good or all bad. Depending on what situation has enveloped them at the time often determines where they are in their values. A few people never waver, but most oscillate. We put rituals and friends in our life to help center us. How do you write that in a novel?

What Was

The first novel “The Grand New Delhi Escapade” I used the idea of action events. The training at the Long Ridge Writers Group showed how to create a story around an event using sensory details. In talking with a friend from India nightly we shared our shadows. He had lost a brother and I had lost a daughter. Mix in a bit of Irish family history with the name McGowan, and an answer to the nearly endless complaining I heard while teaching that it was hard to find a clean book, and you get a novel. By the way the endless complaining is unfounded. Here comes the truth. Indie authors ( off mainstream but equally talented)create plenty of clean books. Their marketing machine comes smaller so books are available but not the usual routes. Traditional methods produce fewer books that make more sales. Constraints happen along the way and taking a risk on an author becomes well calculated. The Big 6 know what sells in masses. Unfortunately except for children’s genre it may not be clean as defined by the general public. Who by the way is the fuel for the traditional publishers. They buy the not so clean books. They buy the Indie author books as well but not in the same numbers as the traditional methods. Yes the public’s mouth says one thing but their pocketbook says another. In marketing money spent speaks loudly.

What Is

As an author you can write that which suits your inner artist or you can write that which sells. We do both after all we have to eat. Writers are not alone in this. Singers often sing songs that they are not particularly fond of because the audience or service needs it. Painters often pick a theme and create a series of portraits for marketing. Which brings me back to the central theme of my second novel set in Hyderabad. No villian but plenty of people solving a problem and trying to make a living. The villian is corruption and will be tied to a person’s action. The action itself will be trying to make a living not an intentional act to commit a crime. It results in many people becoming permanently ill for a lifetime.

It’s much harder to write and develop.

I have had to learn ways to create the flow psychologically rather than with action events to build to a climax. It caused the characters in the book to do introspection. The good news is you learn more about the characters. Despite the struggle of writing it, it has made me a better writer. The first novel was pure pleasure to create. The second one leaves me feeling uncomfortable at times. Nearly unsettled. More of a call to “think and let think.” The novel does not have all the answers. Everything does not wrap up neatly in a package like life.

What Is To Come

I am reluctant to write the climax in this novel. The one caught in the corruption essentially was a good man who became greedy for more money. In an act that on personal level seems harmless once distributed destroys the life of many. The fact is we all do small acts that result in corruption. Some of us get put in prison for it and others live freely. Like buying a product created by child labor because you want items cheaply. Child labor as the child has no choice. The whole novel has small struggles throughout it on several levels. At the end Sharlene will have her family and friends. More aware but less innocent.

In the middle of putting food on the table with my other writings, the outline of a third novel has come. Bangalore. positive muslim character, and high tech hijinks. It keeps interrupting. I have to write the climax. I HAVE to write the climax. I must write the climax to novel 2. But not tonight. I have to eat and set up for a client.

Angst, redemption, and then renewal.

Until next time may your life be Love, Joy and ever positive,



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You have to eat. As much as you love working on your novel, short stories, and experimental pieces you have to do some things to bring money in. So I write on digital platforms, and if you want to try for a good one apply for WriterAccess. Grand process, friendly and fair describes them. They have a good system for conflict resolution.

My Other Life


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My other enterprise given to me by an Indian family (Karran) on Christmas Day is The kindness of India, the faith of Hindus, and the practical business sense along with rivers of common sense when I totally mess up makes me a better person. I manage a set of writers there who have their own businesses. I search for projects that fit our values as a group of writers__high quality, fair price, list your resources, and do it to the best of your ability. Everyday I learn something new and interesting from them. The amount of kindness and encouragement they extend me puts me in humble thankfulness and gives me hope. They are not all Americans. They are not all Christian but many times they have been Christ like to me.

A Blessing of No Fear



My writers have “no fear”. Two major projects during two major hurricanes that ravaged the Philippines and the towns two of my writers lived in. I here sitting in the West in the warm Texas sunshine innocently send a reminder for articles to be in. They turn in early or drop a note normally and had not. As they turned in by mobile hotspot one had the roof ripping off her home. She asked for forgiveness if she got it in a little late. Her work was impeccable despite the added stress. The other writer the next week was sending in while the two homes beside hers disappeared in the storm. She was thankful hers was safe and that she got her articles in. The ones in India are ever polite and full of good ideas. If someone has life happen no matter how busy the others are they will try to fill the spot and turn the article in on time. (they all have other jobs, and write, and some have kids)  I have made mistakes even with money, and they have been nothing but generous, patient, and kind. The American one well he cheers, rants, and raves that we should have better paying clients. He has even Skyped and talked direct to get us more fair pay because he is good at what he does. He takes a bit more risk than I do and tells them exactly what it should be. Sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. When we have a project, and we are all working toward that goal we have writer contentment.

It is Coming (The Compulsion)

I am still working on the sequel to my first novel. It has taken several twists turns that I did not expect. It was a much bigger challenge since the culprit in it is not a person but what corruption does to good people. Harder to write in many ways, and Sharlene of course had to change from the innocent she was in the first novel. It is longer. I am going back through and making the timeline flow, and putting in flourishes. I still have the ending to write. I keep switching the scenarios or maybe Sharlene and Sajiv are. After all it is their life they are living so I guess they should have a say about the outcome. Most of it is a result of going out in the world and making deals for my writers. Different setting and field but root cause analysis is the same sin. All of which makes it a more realistic novel.

Writers you have to pay the bills and put food on the table. You have to find a balance in your creative life. Find some time to do what you like. It keeps you —you. May you all have at least one project manager or editor that knows that. May they help you do that like Rajiv Karran who has a sixth sense about how to get the best writing out of someone and take care of them at the same time.

Until Next Time and no Telling When,

Have a grand escapade


For All the Writers, Singers, Composers, and Artists Out There

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I went to the Holocaust Museum in Houston. It causes deep reflection. I drew a picture in response to it. Some things only a picture will do. I combined it with text. Picture after picture showed these people coming off railroad cars. No one knew who they were other than they were Jews taken by Germans to camps. It goes for artists too. We create and others make money off of us. Works when we get enough but does not work when we are not paid enough or treated fairly. For what it is worth. How about that for a Writer’s Halloween 🙂 Reflection.

I have a face

Round and Round It Goes

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So what now? You have books, short stories, and articles published. You have filled your portfolio with good stuff. You have gotten good letters, we like it but we cannot use it letters, and then the what were you thinking letters. All part of being a writer.


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It Comes Down to You

I have worked from both ends now. As a writer learning their craft, as one who publishes in several venues, and as someone who brokers clients and articles. As diverse a lot writers are we have one thing in common. We love to write. We write whether we get paid or not. We write on scraps of paper. We write on social media. We write to our friends who say ‘can you make it a little shorter?”. I bet we sky write in our sleep.

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We are curious.

We ask questions. Talk to diverse people just to see what they have to say. Our minds engage in endless debates and conversations. Sometimes with our characters. Sometimes with ourself (so glad for the head phones now that makes us normal)Sometimes with family. ( we need to do that more often)


Edwin Landseer, Scene from A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Titania and Bottom, 1851, National Gallery of Victoria.

We dream.

Despite our cynicism with every application we fill out we hope this employer will pay a fair wage. We hope they value content more than grammar. When we mess up we hope they have a system that lets us know but does not keep us out too long. Most of us do not wish for riches we just want enough to raise the kids, pay our bills, and take our sweetie on some excursion once in a while.

I always hesitate to answer someone when they say they like my writing or the other way they do not. I am never sure how to respond to that. It is not that I am not pleased either way. (I got a REACTION to my thoughts on paper yes besides the editor!)


         Sketch by Mary Page one day while pondering on a novel

Just when you think what you do not matter at all.

Someone calls or tells you. My mother in the nursing home does not smile much anymore but she read your book. When is Sajiv and Sharlene going to kiss? Her time is limited and she demands to know before she dies.

That alternative therapy you wrote about on cancer. Thanks it improved my wife’s quality of life.

I cannot afford the normal clothes. Thanks for the idea about vintage fashion.

That list on that product how you did it. I walked in and knew the specifications were exactly what I needed to solve my problem.

If we ever get paid what we truly are worth or at least pay forward we would be some of the richest people on the planet. Maybe we are Solomon’s kids. Dispensing bits of wisdom that others use to make their lives better often as ghost writers or for other companies. I wonder what God is going to do with us when we get to heaven since He knows everything who will we do research for then? What will we write then? Hmmm

I have an Indian friend who sent me the saying “You are living. You occupy space.You have a mass. YOU MATTER. I think on a bad day all writers need to hear that.

Until Next Time have a grand escapade,


Taking a Trip

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freedom                                                             By Mary Page with oil paints 

While I wait for my big check for my novels or children’s books, I do other activities. 🙂 A girl has to put food on her table and gas in her car. I also do writings on art since I love to paint and sketch. It gives me a time of peace. I write about art so that I learn the different styles and artists. I use it for travel money. I want to go see my parents this fall when the Missouri leaves turn colors. For what it is worth here are my “by lined” like a real author articles. The articles I did not get money for. You get money when people click. It has to be from a different device each time. Please click and I will thank you for the community Christmas present early. Of course my Mom who is a healthy 72 and my Dad who is a healthy soon to be 80 will be delighted. Once again I will prove to them there is still random acts of kindness and goodness in the world.

Until Next Time Have Your Own Grand Escapade with parents or parent substitutes or better yet pick someone elderly and treat them as such,


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