Tuesday, July 29, 2008

My first novel

Dear Telemoonfa Time fans, as many of you already know, I am a writer. I like writing, it's something I've done for a long time, and it's something I hope to continue to do for a very long time. I have some free time in the coming days, so I decided to get down to business, quit whining, and write a novel.

As of today, July 29th, 2008, I have 70 good pages written. (double spaced, 12 point font, times new roman)

It's a young adult novel about a high school freshman named Mickey who likes a girl named Sarah.

I'm hoping I can get it published. Due to legal reasons, I'm not going to post any excerpts on Telemoonfa Time. But if I try to get it published for a long time, like a year or something, and don't get it published, then I might just give up and put it on this blog. I don't know. I just hope I can get it finished before school starts again in the fall.

I hope you are doing well.

See you later.


Monday, July 14, 2008

Sharing the Gospel

The July 2008 edition of the Ensign's cover story is titled, "Sharing the Gospel Using the Internet" It was a good article, and it made me want to do a blog post on my feelings about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

If you are a regular reader of my blog, you know that I claim to be a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. If you are not a member of the church, and you want to learn about the church, that's great! Latter-Day Saints are not only willing but eager to share their faith with you.

To find out more about the LDS church, you could go to church any Sunday; visitors are welcome to church services. If you like using the internet to research things, you should go to http://www.lds.org/, the Church's official webiste, or http://www.mormon.org/, another helpful website. Or, here's another option: you could get your hands on a Book of Mormon and start reading it.

Latter-day saints are not trying to be secretive, exclusive, or mysterious. We're trying to be open with our beliefs and our lifestyle. If you want to learn about the LDS church, there are plenty of good, accurate sources about it around. But there's also some biased and/or misinformed information out there, too.

I think the best thing to do to learn about the LDS church is to set aside a few hours to sit down in a queit place with the Book of Mormon and read it and think about it.

Let me tell you that I believe that the Book of Mormon is true and that it testifies of Jesus Christ. I believe that the Book of Mormon and the Bible work together to teach humankind about the meaning of life, eternity, God, the way we ought to live, and all those other important, ever-present subjects. The Church has helped me understand my relationship with Jesus Christ. The Church has given me the holy ordinances, like baptism and confirmation, I need to be saved in the kingdom of heaven.

Best of luck to you in your search for truth.


Sitting at Boy Scout Camp

Sitting at Boy Scout Camp

I’m not a Boy Scout; I work in the kitchen.
That would explain why I’m here this afternoon.

The heat comes from the ground, worming
into my shoes and spreads to my head-
heat from the sun strikes me from above,
much like the oven heat hit me
a bit ago when I got the corndogs out.

Here in this big beautiful forest,
a bright new world to the little campers,
there’s a deadness about my life that
has me drooping my head, half-closing
my eyes, smoking another cigarette.

I’ve never been one to have romantic luck.
Seems like I buy a woman a beer or whatever,
she says thanks and by the time
I say you’re welcome she’s gone. Lately
I’ve just been buying stuff for myself.

Something small moves, near the picnic
table where I’m sitting, and I look.
It’s a chipmunk approaching me. No, not
a chipmunk. Chipmunks are cute: they have stomachs
that stick out, acorns in their cheeks,
they talk in squeaky voices.

This is a squirrel, tall-eared, lean, dirty-
he’d stink if I sniffed him.
He probably wants my candy.

I don’t actually know if it’s a him or a her,
But it seems like a male. I’ll just get it
settled in my mind that it’s a man.

He works his way towards me, moving in quick,
jerky movements, so low to the ground.
He’s nice to watch, actually. Now and then
he picks some twig or rock or pinecone up
with his hairy fingers, sniffs it, and tries
to get something out of it with his hands and mouth.

And what hands he has! His fingers are like
my fingers; he has knuckles and I have knuckles.

This encounter is fleeting. It’s not often that squirrels
spend so this much time this close to humans.

I’m being quiet so I don’t scare him away.

Part of me wants to leave a cookie out for him
at a certain time every day, and each day he
would get closer and closer, more comfortable
and more comfortable. Eventually we’d be friends.

That’s enough. The squirrel doesn’t know who I am.
I don’t really know who it is. I might as well deny ever
having seen the animal. I’m not having an uplifting
experience sitting here; my break’s over
and I gotta get back in there.