K.D. Brogdon's Blog
February 17, 2016
Writing
An undocumented idea is just a passing thought…
September 3, 2015
In the Shadow of Heros
Analyzing, categorizing, whatever label you apply to sizing up someone upon first meeting, first impression, no one does it better than a seasoned cop. Analyst are paid thousands of dollars for months of consultation for what a cop has to do in a matter of seconds.
Screaming, yelling, nostrils flared on a strangers face, a black pen, no a black knife, some object pointing at me. Ahh, I know, it’s a BB pistol. So real I can see the slide mechanism, the safety latch, the release for the magazine. The bright red, yellow and blue flash as a round is fired. So real it feels like I’ve just been kicked in the chest.
Mistakes are made everyday. Those made by police officers, cops, can be deadly. For him, for her, for you.
Yes, I have walked in their footsteps, stood in their shadows. Been amazed, disappointed, angered by them. Laughed with them. Cried when a brother, a sister journeyed to the other side.
Cops, pigs in a blanket, police officers, their just everyday people like you and me.
Maybe they care more.
January 17, 2015
Freedom
Live your life to the fullest. Do not dwell in the restrictions that you have placed upon yourself. Release the chains of yesterday and live the dreams of tomorrow. Allow your sprit to fly, to be free, to experience all that life has to offer.
Those who would enslave you to the past are seeking their own personal satisfaction or elevation in personal standing. They seek idols, glory.
Do not limit yourself by restrictions others impose upon you. Extend the hands of friendship. Who knows, you might impress someone. In their mind.
November 23, 2014
Theft of an Artist
Recently my house was burglarized, I felt as if I had been violated. A personal attack against me. The flat screen TV, the Trek bike, and even my golf range finder can be replaced. The taking of my notebook computer hit me the hardest. That device contained, yes saved elsewhere, the original manuscripts of my last two novels. Even more disturbing, it contains the first five chapters of my new crime drama. My house is well secured now, and I activate the alarm when I leave. I watch strangers, listen to noises, and get up in the night to turn on a light. My neighborhood is safe and secure. This was a theft of opportunity. My routine has changed. I look at folks in a different eye. I don’t care for this type of wealth redistribution…
September 20, 2014
The Guardian
A successful showing at The Beijing Book Festival, thank you all who responded. October 8-10 stop by and visit in Frankfurt, Germany at the Frankfurt International Book Fair .
September 8, 2014
Write!!!
An undocumented idea is only a passing thought.
Write, express, educate.
September 6, 2014
The Thine Blue Line
The Thin Blue Line
Ese evento que cambia una vida. El catalizador que cambia su paradigma. Su manera de pensar, de vivir. Las personas a las que permiten a ese pequeño círculo que llaman amigos, confidentes. Cada detalle de su vida reevaluado. Atando encima de sus botas o atar con correa en que Sam Brown. Conducir sus gratificación a Roll Call. Tu mente va continuamente a ese lugar en el momento en que tu mente no te deja escapar.
Retiro! Ese evento cuando te quitas la insignia de un cheque de pago de grasa. Ellos te entregan una placa luego darle una patada en el culo y decir tanto tiempo. “Usted está sosteniendo una ranura para un emergente, así que él la mierda fuera de aquí.”
Sus pensamientos, sus opiniones están obsoletos. Nadie está interesado en lo que has logrado ayer. A nadie le importa cuántas vidas ha guardado. Los civiles tienen una pregunta, “¿Has disparado a alguien?” Su experiencia no tiene sentido.
Sin embargo, no pueden borrar los recuerdos. Malo o bueno, sobre todo la que atormenta mis noches de insomnio.
August 30, 2014
Available Time
I can not worry of the sands of time or wait for the winds of change. This weekend, I shall explore my imagination, The Seeker, a short story I have been working on.
May the soldiers of the Lamb chase the Dragon through the gates of Hell from Which He came …..
April 22, 2014
Prologue thin Blue line
The Thin Blue Line
That one life changing event. The catalyst that shifts your paradigm. Your way of thinking, living. The people you allow into that small circle you call friends, confidants. Every detail of your life reevaluated. Lacing up your boots or strapping on that Sam Brown. Driving your perk to roll call. Your mind continually going to that place in time that your mind will not let you escape.
Retirement! That one event when you take off the badge for a fat pay check. They hand you a plaque then give you a swift kick in the ass and say so long. ” you’re holding a slot for an up and coming, so get he fuck outta here.”
Your thoughts, your opinions are obsolete. No one is interested in what you accomplished yesterday. No one cares how many lives you saved. Civilians have one question, “did you shot anyone?” Your expertise is meaningless.
However, they can’t erase the memories. Bad or good, especially the one that haunts my sleepless nights.
July 6, 2013
The Seeker
I can not worry of the sands of time or wait for the winds of change. This weekend, I shall explore my imagination into The Seeker, a short story I have been working on. May the soldiers of the Lamb chase the Dragon through the gates of Hell from Which He came …..
