Posted By admin on August 18, 2011
Hey, all! John here again.
Well, life keeps rolling on! I think I mentioned that I’ve got a new monthly column over at the Catholic Writer’s Guild. Good bunch of people, and I’m looking forward to a long and happy future with them. The link I have on their name above goes directly to their site, not my column..yet, which will start appearing at the last Friday of the month.
Thanks go out to my most-excellent former-college roomie, and now most recent cover designer, Ed Shuman, for a few points on how to ditch the spammers that seemed to be flooding my comment boxes with ads for cheap drugs & other sundries. Thanks, Ed!
In other news today: Well, I really enjoyed hearing during a meet a few months ago from one of my favorite ideal readers that the book The Tripods Attack and now The Emperor of North America serve another purpose for its readers:
Education.
No, guys…fans…14 year old boys….really, it’s not a textbook! No, really! Siddown! Just…hold it! Moms, stop looking like you’re *happy* your sos are reading this! Just hear me out!
Ok, really? Boys who are reading: Your dads really are repositories of wisdom, especially about young men. At worst, they know a good ten-thousand strategies about handling life that didn’t work for them.
So as a result, it might be a good idea to hear them out and not roll your eyes when they tell you that the way you’re going leads to a train wreck, with you as the latest entry on darwinawards.com. Usually, they aren’t saying that to wreck your fun; they’re saying it because
a) Dad OR a friend of his tried it and it didn’t work for them, or
b) Dad OR a friend of his tried something DIFFERENT that did work.
…so, as it is, I have some folks give advice to Gilbert in Tripods and Emperor.
Some of it’s good (ie. most girls don’t want to talk philosophy on a first date- and yes, I saw a guy try this at a pizza place when my oldest boy was just two), and…
some of it’s bad (Herb telling Gilbert that all the white race has a scientific justification for dominating the other races- a belief called Eugenics, and considered irrefutable, scientific dogma in its day, opposed then as now only by that evil enemy of science, the Catholic Church. Hee, hee, hee! Go team!).
I do hope though, that folks will remember something: no one is perfect. Not even your dad. There’s only been one person in history who was perfect on His own, and we nailed Him to a tree.
…but, since He’s perfect, we can trust whatever advice He gives us.
Okay, ’nuff of that. I’m fighting a cold, but for some reason I’m wide awake tonight. Last bit for now before I get my next coupla pages done on Where The Red Sands Fly, the third book in the Young Chesterton Chronicles series:
When I was a teenage boy, before I turned 16, the most importantthings in the world were:
1) girl chasing
2) buddies, either flesh & blood or my computer buddies at the Lost In Space BBS in Toronto.
3) The Toronto Blue Jays
4) video games, preferably on my Commodore 64
5) ….School?….nah….
….but then, when I turned 16 and went to my first Steubenville conference.
Things changed. Slowly.
Then, I at least tried to make it:
1) God
2) Pro-life concerns
3) Girls
4) Buddies, either F&B or LIS
5) The Blue Jays…who finaly won the pennant a few months after I moved to the West Coast. Moseby, Bell, Oliver, seriously, guys, doesn’t that keep you up at night that you all did that to me?
6) …School….nah…..well, maybe more. Especially when I started going to school at Steubenville.
Anyways, what I can say is that, like many my age, I watched TV and read books, and…I got a lot of bad advice from both.
And I shoulda listened to my Dad more.
So, in Tripods and Emperor, I try to show what happens when both Gilbert and Herbert face temptations that all teenage boys face; temptations from girls, fights, popularity, laziness, anger, jealousy, and a whole host of other sources.
Most important, I try to show, not just tell, the results of bad choices, as well as good ones, and logical consequences that follow each choice, good and bad.
Will it mean the end of America or the world if you make a bad choice? Likely not.
It could be worse.
Our souls hang in the balance with the choices we make. And one human soul is worth more in the eyes of God than any country or planet.
And, hopefully, you, gentle reader, if you’re in a position to make those choices yourself, you’ll make the right ones.
Well, there are many folks who say this kind of thing from the pulpit better than me.
Of course, I like to think I say it better with giant robots and blood-sucking aliens.But that’s just me.
Oh, and my oldest and I finished making the Batcave playset for my two younger sons tonight. Cool stuff. It’s been a good summer.
God bless, and please pray for the series and everything else I write, that I do so with wisdom and not embarrass myself too much.
JDM
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