M. Matheson's Blog, page 26
July 16, 2017
Flatline —
From M Matheson Instagram feed @mikeyznsacto
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July 15, 2017
Flatline
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From M Matheson Instagram feed @mikeyznsacto
From my Instagram: http://ift.tt/2tXnqe2 Flatline, a fantastic #crimenovel full of guns, guts, and modern day outlaws in the ancient tradition of Robin Hood. Using their unique skill set of fearlessness and unwinking violence, these outlaws seek to right the scales of injustice, at least as they see it.
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July 14, 2017
My Amazon Author Bio
[image error]The following is my Amazon Author Bio, you can view the full profile here. Only the picture at left is different. I would be honored if you read it and offered your comments for improvement.
Outlaw, Missionary, and Author, M.(Mike) Matheson was born on an Army base, Fort Huachuca, Arizona. It was not the end of the world, but you can see it from there. Dad was a career military man and Mom stayed at home, the norm for the 1950s.
In 1966, when Mike was ten-years-old, his Dad died suddenly and without warning.
Lacking their real-life hero as a stabilizing force, the family of two bounced from chaos to dysfunction like a severed sparking wire trying to find its ground. The result: a putrefying swamp of true life stories from which Mike creates his many great tales.
Mr. Matheson has been blessed to take a wide bite out of life from motorcycle outlaw to pastor of an inner-city church and international missionary evangelist.
Mike’s editor, Beth Hercules, says it best, “He uses his wry humor and an uncanny skill set to draw the lighter side of life from the seething underbelly of an outlaw world. Even in the midst of murder and mayhem, his positive spirit shows through.”
Writing from his own experiences as an outlaw, missionary, and world traveler, M. Matheson taps a deep well to craft stories that swing from darkness to light and tragedy to humor.
In addition to two novels, Mike has written dozens of short stories. The latter he gives away for free on his website here.
No More Mister Nice Guy, his first novel, is an allegory of life better lived dead, Flatline is his latest book. The next book he is working on, Taking Jericho, uses his own astonishing story to encourage others to climb the mountain of bad odds stacked against them and leave a lasting mark on our crazy world.
July 13, 2017
The Glory of the Lord in Creation
How excellent is Your name in all the earth,
Who have set Your glory above the heavens!
Psalms 8:1
#amazinggod #creation #glorytogod
July 3, 2017
Magnitudes
Writer’s mind bared.
Being a writer
isn’t all sunbeams
and glitter.
It’s hard
to bare
your soul
to the world,
in whatever
magnitude.
© Sarah Doughty
July 1, 2017
From a Buick 8 – Stephen King
[image error]I just finished reading this book by my literary hero Stephen King.
As with all of his stories, long, short, or epic, King weaves a tale that is hard to put down.
A black cloaked figure walks away from an Old Buick in a Pennsylvania gas station and never returns. The stranger bears a strange resemblance (at least in my mind) to Roland Deschain of Gilead the fictional character and the protagonist of Stephen King’s The Dark Tower series. Or, it could be his nemesis Walter o’Dim in the same series who is also R. F. or Randall Flagg the Dark Man.
The car “was a ’54 [Buick], according to Tony Schoondist, Curtis Wilcox, and Ennis Rafferty. Sort of a ’54. When you got right down to it, it wasn’t a 1954 at all. Or a Buick. Or even a car. It was something else.” It plays the central and antagonistic role in the story. Most of the tale is told looking backwards as the State Troopers of Troop D tell the teenage son of a deceased trooper about the car they keep in Shed B.
The car seems to be an E.T. of some kind or a portal into another word which brings things from there and sucks people from here. Another oddity is:
“The Buick had been sitting miles away in Shed B, fat and luxy and blameless on whitewall tires that wouldn’t take dirt or even the slightest pebble in the treads but repudiated them each and every one, right down to (as far as we could tell) the finest grain of sand.”
The only drawback to the story I could find was that it could be repetitive and long winded, but I attribute that to the conversational way in the story is brought forth. It’s a fine story. No complaints from me.
Anyway tomorrow is my birthday, July 2, and I’ll be 61 but I feel 25 in my mind.
Sandy Dearborn, the commander of Troop D, is the main narrator of the story. I’ll leave you with his words on our perception of our own age:
I think it’s a mistake, a clerical error which will eventually be rectified when brought to the attention of the proper authorities.
It is impossible, I think, that a man who still feels so profoundly twenty-five can look so happast fifty.
The mistake was believing that the twenty-five-year-old guy who seemed to live in my brain was real.
June 29, 2017
June 24, 2017
From M Matheson Instagram feed @mikeyznsacto
From my Instagram: http://ift.tt/2sNRBUm It’s hot out there #heatwave #hotweather #icecream #icecreamtruck
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