And so ‘F O R K S’ is out! I’m excited and think it turned into a pretty decent piece of fiction, but after reading it through one more time I think I’d like to take another shot at it! So, what’s next? That’s a good question… Still working on The Last Chance Diner – but it’s undergoing massive changes so I anticipate the entire manuscript will be tossed and I’ll just start over.
After that, we just keep dreaming!
This link takes you to my books page on CreateSpace – which is a great way to create and publish your own work! All of my stuff is listed on here.
Do you know what’s also coming up? DEATH! That’s right, it’s out there somewhere. Isn’t that great? (Just kidding… Or am I?)
The Doctor: As you come into this world, something else is also born. You begin your life, and it begins a journey towards you. It moves slowly, but it never stops. Wherever you go, whatever path you take, it will follow — never faster, never slower, always coming. You will run, it will walk. You will rest, it will not. One day, you will linger in the same place too long — you will sit too still, or sleep too deep. And when, too late, you rise to go, you will notice a second shadow next to yours. Your life will then be over.
B I O
“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to what we know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there will ever BE to know and understand.” Albert Einstein
Why did I originally write this bio in the third person? Are you kidding me? Who the heck do I think I am??? Let me do this again: In the spring of 1974, when I was seven years old, I put together a four page hand-written story titled ‘They Couldn’t Be Beat’ about a genetically altered group of fruit that grew to enormous sizes and threatened a planetary takeover. (What I didn’t put here is that I originally predicted the planetary takeover to happen on 12/21/2012.)
Sadly, the story received little fanfare and has never been heard from again. However, with the advent of the e-book craze, I’m thinking of bringing it out of mothballs in an attempt to recapture my lost youth.
In 1998 I released ‘The Lower Lights’ through Xlibris Publishing, and while it didn’t set any records, it was a lot of fun to write. In 2001 I followed it up with ‘The Deckhand,’ an e-book published by Third Stone about a ghostly Great Lakes ship that rises up from the bottom of Lake Superior in search of its lost cargo. The e-book craze hadn’t taken hold yet, and the damn story was downloaded fewer than ten times, leaving me in despair.
With the advent of e-book publishers and sellers, with Nooks and portable reading devices, the sun is shining again with a whole new world of possibilities.
Having the mind of a writer isn’t something that develops over time. It’s something you’re born with and it’s honed by life’s twists and turns.
Every picture, every building, ever tale, every experience can be turned into a story – you just have to figure out how to put it together.
I worked ten years as a police officer, during which time I attended approximately fifty autopsies, all of which sort of found a place to hide in my psyche and come out for a look-see every now and then. Most of my time was spent on the midnight shift, where the freaks come out and the mind is left to wander. I’ve been tazed, shot at, punched in the face and thrown over the hood of a car. While on patrol I also crashed on a police bicycle, fell asleep in some weeds while on a stakeout and sprayed myself in the face with mace because I had the nozzle turned the wrong way. I also left my patrol vehicle in drive and got out it – not realizing what I’d done until it drove away down the street. And one time, when a man said ‘this is ridiculous’ about getting a ticket, I said to him ‘so is your face.’
But that man was right: This IS ridiculous.
It’s ALL ridiculous.
LD Jacobson / (517) 250-0285 / e-mail (email@example.com)