Monday, December 19, 2011
Book Review by Anthony Horvath
http://blogs.christianpost.com/christianity/2011/12/review-the-walk-to-walden-hill-by-robert-abernathy-02/
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Where Were You on September 11?
September 11, 2011 Birmingham, AL Even as a young boy I can recall hearing adults mull over the question, "Where were you when JFK was shot?". The relevance of a persons location at the moment of discovery used to be trivial to me. I wasn't around on that tragic day when America watched her President fall victim to political hatred, so it seemed a little difficult to understand the emotional relevance to "where were you?".
On September 11, 2001, Americans awoke with a routine sense of safety that has since--never returned.
I was teaching at Cory Middle School, in Gadsden Alabama on that morning. It was a pleasant morning, one easily remembered from the frequent recollections of the events that unfolded hour by hour on that day. Cheryl Taylor, a teacher across the hall, interrupted the class with a knock on the door and a sense of panic. "Turn your TV on! A plane has crashed into the world trade center!" she said.
Within seconds, over 30 students and I watched the screen as chaos began to unravel before our eyes. Billowing from one of the towers was a stream of smoke, and you could sense that more was to follow. Across America, the workday ceased as we all were captivated of what horrors fell before our eyes. We no longer felt safe. We called loved ones. And as planes fell from our skies on that day, we wondered who was responsible for such an awful crime.
I remember turning the volume down with that class and we began a discussion. "The world as you know it, will be different from now on." We had been attacked by a "faceless coward" and those of us who watched our television screens on that morning knew this was just the beginning...including those innocent 7th and 8th grade students.
I remember where I was. I remember how helpless I felt as I watched lives extinguished beneath the ashes of a 100 story building. I remember wanting justice.
In the summer of 2010, I was fortunate to visit the lower Manhattan and take a tour of that tragic site. I was with a few other teachers and about 30 students who were only a few years old when the planes struck. I watched as they were engulfed with the stories from an audio tour that took us from place to place. It was then, I realized a sad truth. This is the only world they have ever known. September 11th has always been a part of their vocabulary. Many don't understand the horrors most of us have experienced because sadly, it is all they have ever known.
To those who enter buildings that go ablaze, we salute you. To those who fight a war, ensuring that the attacks on American soil cease to exist, we salute you. To those who's families were rocked by the tragedies that unfolded on that horrible day, we mourn with you.
And to the young people now who hear the world speak of, "where we were" on that day, and fail to understand it's significance, we pray that you will never have to turn on the TV to the news of some awful tragedy and watch a new generation grow, amid the fears of terror.
God Bless America
Robert Abernathy
On September 11, 2001, Americans awoke with a routine sense of safety that has since--never returned.
I was teaching at Cory Middle School, in Gadsden Alabama on that morning. It was a pleasant morning, one easily remembered from the frequent recollections of the events that unfolded hour by hour on that day. Cheryl Taylor, a teacher across the hall, interrupted the class with a knock on the door and a sense of panic. "Turn your TV on! A plane has crashed into the world trade center!" she said.
Within seconds, over 30 students and I watched the screen as chaos began to unravel before our eyes. Billowing from one of the towers was a stream of smoke, and you could sense that more was to follow. Across America, the workday ceased as we all were captivated of what horrors fell before our eyes. We no longer felt safe. We called loved ones. And as planes fell from our skies on that day, we wondered who was responsible for such an awful crime.
I remember turning the volume down with that class and we began a discussion. "The world as you know it, will be different from now on." We had been attacked by a "faceless coward" and those of us who watched our television screens on that morning knew this was just the beginning...including those innocent 7th and 8th grade students.
I remember where I was. I remember how helpless I felt as I watched lives extinguished beneath the ashes of a 100 story building. I remember wanting justice.
In the summer of 2010, I was fortunate to visit the lower Manhattan and take a tour of that tragic site. I was with a few other teachers and about 30 students who were only a few years old when the planes struck. I watched as they were engulfed with the stories from an audio tour that took us from place to place. It was then, I realized a sad truth. This is the only world they have ever known. September 11th has always been a part of their vocabulary. Many don't understand the horrors most of us have experienced because sadly, it is all they have ever known.
To those who enter buildings that go ablaze, we salute you. To those who fight a war, ensuring that the attacks on American soil cease to exist, we salute you. To those who's families were rocked by the tragedies that unfolded on that horrible day, we mourn with you.
And to the young people now who hear the world speak of, "where we were" on that day, and fail to understand it's significance, we pray that you will never have to turn on the TV to the news of some awful tragedy and watch a new generation grow, amid the fears of terror.
God Bless America
Robert Abernathy
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
What a difference a year makes!
One year ago, I sat at my desk here in my Science Classroom and examined the finishing touches of my novel, The Walk to Walden Hill. As a new author, this was quite an accomplishment for me personally. I dealt with the uncertainty of what to do with this finished product that was 6 months in the making.
It was then, that I found Athanatos Ministries and their Christian Writing Contest. The purpose of the contest was to discover new authors and encourage them to refine their skills enough to present a completed manuscript to a world in need of a message. With a little hesitation and uncertainty I directed the mouse to the "submit" button and proceeded to send it to the unknown.
That was a year ago. Today, exactly a year later, Athanatos has been instrumental in the development and publication of this Novel. I highly encourage those who have an idea, a book or even an incomplete manuscript to check out their site and consider doing the same.
Athanatos
It was then, that I found Athanatos Ministries and their Christian Writing Contest. The purpose of the contest was to discover new authors and encourage them to refine their skills enough to present a completed manuscript to a world in need of a message. With a little hesitation and uncertainty I directed the mouse to the "submit" button and proceeded to send it to the unknown.
That was a year ago. Today, exactly a year later, Athanatos has been instrumental in the development and publication of this Novel. I highly encourage those who have an idea, a book or even an incomplete manuscript to check out their site and consider doing the same.
Athanatos
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Book release info.
The official release date for the book is September 1st! I can't tell you how excited I am that the book is finally here.
Please be sure to check for how to purchase and where to leave your reviews when finished. I will be posting soon.
Also. September 2nd, I will be at a book signing in my old hometown of Gadsden, Alabama! You can find me at Gadsden Christian Bookstore. I hope that I can catch up with some familiar faces. You'll want to purchase a book for yourself and for someone else.
Hope to see you there. More information coming soon.
Please be sure to check for how to purchase and where to leave your reviews when finished. I will be posting soon.
Also. September 2nd, I will be at a book signing in my old hometown of Gadsden, Alabama! You can find me at Gadsden Christian Bookstore. I hope that I can catch up with some familiar faces. You'll want to purchase a book for yourself and for someone else.
Hope to see you there. More information coming soon.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Interview with a Five Year Old: Vivi
She is..by any definition...quite possibly the most unique and interesting 5 year old on earth. Her name is Vivi. Her randomness and quirky comments keep us on edge any time an adult nears, or addresses her. She's unpredictable. Her sentences are becoming more sensible now in her old age. However, that hasn't always been the case. For example, a typical Vivi comment while eating dinner could be, "I like the macaroni cheese in the duck cloud" or "Eli looks like a giraffe salt mushroom candle face." Shes very eloquent and her words are quite proper. Unfortunately, she hasn't quite figured out how to unscramble her words into order.
In her world things make sense. Pouring chocolate syrup on the cat is what the cat really wants her to do( in her eyes.) Telling Eli there is an evil monster waiting on him in his bedroom is just random conversation. Changing clothes 15 times a day, playing a different character with each outfit, is common around here. She loves to be sweet and can say the sweetest things, but it always is followed by, "now can I have a popsicle?"
She is the master manipulator, the queen of sugar, the dress up princess, the cat's mortal enemy, the know-more-than-you already girl, the snuggler, the smuggler, the dancer, and candy hoarder.
But most of all, she smiles and laughs during every waking hour, with dimples so big you could get lost in them. Her eyes are the most unique blue you will ever see. She is the first to greet a guest and saves her hugs for last when they leave. Her love for listening to and singing Taylor Swift songs is adorable. And on bad days, it is Vivi's unique loving weirdness that can lift anyone.
Sitting on a kitchen stool while licking the icing off of the cinnamon rolls, I decided to give her a brief interview. Her hair...well...
Robert
So Vivi, I see your hair is not quite awake yet. Can you describe what's going on?
Vivi
Um. (smiling of course) I forgot to brush it cuz I was asleep.
Robert
Ok. I see. Well I see that the cinnamon rolls that we are all enjoying this morning look different than yours. What's the difference?
Vivi
(looking at ours)...I like the icing. It tastes better than the meat.
Robert
If you could have the perfect breakfast, what would it be, Vivi. You seem a little hard to please sometimes.
Vivi
Tomatoes
Robert
(gasping) oh really? (btw...ANY vegetable is repulsive to her) So, can I cut you up a tomato now? Let's eat one.
Vivi
No..no! No! I meant macaroni and cheese.
Robert
Yeah, I can see how those two can be confusing. So, here's a new book Vivi. Can you tell me about the cover?
Vivi
The guy (on the front cover) is looking.
Robert
Who is this guy?
Vivi
George Washington. Our president.
Robert
Our president now?
Vivi
(rolling her eyes as if I'm the stupidest American alive) duh, yeeeees. And hes going to chop down the tree (on the front cover) and he has wooden teeth.
Robert
Ok. I can see that. And you're right. He is our president, and we will soon be going to war with the British and he will kead us to victory! King Charles must die!
(three kids staring at me..crickets chirping)
Robert
It was a joke. Uh..ok. Well, what is the book about, Vivi?
Vivi
Um Hospital.
Robert
What? What do you mean?
Vivi
You and mommy. At the hospital.
(and no one out there get your hopes up. This is NOT what the book is about)
Robert
Ok. You're scaring me. Can you read a little to me from chapter 11?
(Vivi grabs the the book-MY ONLY COPY-with sticky, icing-smothered fingers.
Vivi
It's number 11 but I can't read to good.
Robert
Ok then. You're not a lot of help ya know. Lets change the subject, since your teachers from last year have obviously taught you nothing. (just kidding Mrs. Moore) If there is one thing you could tell the world..or maybe even leave us all today with bit of advice, what would it be?
Vivi
(in deep thought)
If you get on the monkey bars with scissors you'll fall and hurt your eye.
Robert
You're right Vivi. I'm sure this particular urge is eating away at most of us. But thanks to you, the world is now a safer place.
So there ya go. I could honestly fill up an entire blog with vivi(isms)...little quotes, words of advice or random things that keep us all entertained around here. I'll save those for later.
Stay tuned for more. ;)
In her world things make sense. Pouring chocolate syrup on the cat is what the cat really wants her to do( in her eyes.) Telling Eli there is an evil monster waiting on him in his bedroom is just random conversation. Changing clothes 15 times a day, playing a different character with each outfit, is common around here. She loves to be sweet and can say the sweetest things, but it always is followed by, "now can I have a popsicle?"
She is the master manipulator, the queen of sugar, the dress up princess, the cat's mortal enemy, the know-more-than-you already girl, the snuggler, the smuggler, the dancer, and candy hoarder.
But most of all, she smiles and laughs during every waking hour, with dimples so big you could get lost in them. Her eyes are the most unique blue you will ever see. She is the first to greet a guest and saves her hugs for last when they leave. Her love for listening to and singing Taylor Swift songs is adorable. And on bad days, it is Vivi's unique loving weirdness that can lift anyone.
Sitting on a kitchen stool while licking the icing off of the cinnamon rolls, I decided to give her a brief interview. Her hair...well...
Robert
So Vivi, I see your hair is not quite awake yet. Can you describe what's going on?
Vivi
Um. (smiling of course) I forgot to brush it cuz I was asleep.
Robert
Ok. I see. Well I see that the cinnamon rolls that we are all enjoying this morning look different than yours. What's the difference?
Vivi
(looking at ours)...I like the icing. It tastes better than the meat.
Robert
If you could have the perfect breakfast, what would it be, Vivi. You seem a little hard to please sometimes.
Vivi
Tomatoes
Robert
(gasping) oh really? (btw...ANY vegetable is repulsive to her) So, can I cut you up a tomato now? Let's eat one.
Vivi
No..no! No! I meant macaroni and cheese.
Robert
Yeah, I can see how those two can be confusing. So, here's a new book Vivi. Can you tell me about the cover?
Vivi
The guy (on the front cover) is looking.
Robert
Who is this guy?
Vivi
George Washington. Our president.
Robert
Our president now?
Vivi
(rolling her eyes as if I'm the stupidest American alive) duh, yeeeees. And hes going to chop down the tree (on the front cover) and he has wooden teeth.
Robert
Ok. I can see that. And you're right. He is our president, and we will soon be going to war with the British and he will kead us to victory! King Charles must die!
(three kids staring at me..crickets chirping)
Robert
It was a joke. Uh..ok. Well, what is the book about, Vivi?
Vivi
Um Hospital.
Robert
What? What do you mean?
Vivi
You and mommy. At the hospital.
(and no one out there get your hopes up. This is NOT what the book is about)
Robert
Ok. You're scaring me. Can you read a little to me from chapter 11?
(Vivi grabs the the book-MY ONLY COPY-with sticky, icing-smothered fingers.
Vivi
It's number 11 but I can't read to good.
Robert
Ok then. You're not a lot of help ya know. Lets change the subject, since your teachers from last year have obviously taught you nothing. (just kidding Mrs. Moore) If there is one thing you could tell the world..or maybe even leave us all today with bit of advice, what would it be?
Vivi
(in deep thought)
If you get on the monkey bars with scissors you'll fall and hurt your eye.
Robert
You're right Vivi. I'm sure this particular urge is eating away at most of us. But thanks to you, the world is now a safer place.
So there ya go. I could honestly fill up an entire blog with vivi(isms)...little quotes, words of advice or random things that keep us all entertained around here. I'll save those for later.
Stay tuned for more. ;)
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Interview with a Four Year Old
I sit here with a certain smirk. Across from me on this soon to be-blazing July morning is a three year old, blonde-headed little boy, soon to turn four. He is always up at the crack of dawn and loves to take naps. While most little children will be up soon in their pajamas and jacked up hair, Eli is wide awake and is standing in front of me dressed as if he is about to go outside to build a snowman. He is wearing a zipped up, hooded jacket so thick that an Eskimo would sweat in the dead of winter.
With my book in hand, I will proceed to ask this little child some questions in hopes of giving you some insight into the book. Enjoy;)
Robert
So Eli, I see you're wearing a big red coat this morning. What's that all about?
Eli
Uh supsin bibbi wuz maykin a bi mess un I taw it un it wuz code. Translation-(big mess. He saw it. And he was cold)
Robert
Your 4th birthday will be in a few days. Can you tell me what things you hope to accomplish in this upcoming year as you tackle preschool?
Eli
Transformers.
Robert
Great. I see you have put a lot of thought into that. I see you holding my new book soon to be released. How does it look?
Eli
Good. Mmmmm it pwetty. Wook cool un awesome on da back.
Robert
Thank you Eli. That's very kind of you. Now as you browse the pages, what are your thoughts on the book and it's message?
Eli
What's forw bweakfast?
Robert
Eli, answer the question.
Eli
I dunt know ipf I can wead it....one, two, twee, pour, pibe....
Robert
Ok, ok...I get the picture. stop counting. So can you at least tell me a little bit about the characters in the book?
Eli
Da twansformows stuck on da moon. Can I hab a pop tawat?
Robert
You sure are evasive. Ok one last question Eli, and thanks again for joining me this morning prior to every kid in the world waking up. What do you hope the readers will gain from the lessons in the book?
Eli
Bout Jesus...n..bibbi's hayuw (translation- Vivi's hair)un the cat
Robert
Ok. Well thanks again, Eli for your theological perspective on the book and I appreciate your time.
Eli
Can I hab a poptawat now?
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I hope you gained a little more insight into the book. Please stay tuned for what I am sure will be the interview of a lifetime as I interview the most interring and unpredictable child on eart, 5 year old, Vivi tomorrow.
With my book in hand, I will proceed to ask this little child some questions in hopes of giving you some insight into the book. Enjoy;)
Robert
So Eli, I see you're wearing a big red coat this morning. What's that all about?
Eli
Uh supsin bibbi wuz maykin a bi mess un I taw it un it wuz code. Translation-(big mess. He saw it. And he was cold)
Robert
Your 4th birthday will be in a few days. Can you tell me what things you hope to accomplish in this upcoming year as you tackle preschool?
Eli
Transformers.
Robert
Great. I see you have put a lot of thought into that. I see you holding my new book soon to be released. How does it look?
Eli
Good. Mmmmm it pwetty. Wook cool un awesome on da back.
Robert
Thank you Eli. That's very kind of you. Now as you browse the pages, what are your thoughts on the book and it's message?
Eli
What's forw bweakfast?
Robert
Eli, answer the question.
Eli
I dunt know ipf I can wead it....one, two, twee, pour, pibe....
Robert
Ok, ok...I get the picture. stop counting. So can you at least tell me a little bit about the characters in the book?
Eli
Da twansformows stuck on da moon. Can I hab a pop tawat?
Robert
You sure are evasive. Ok one last question Eli, and thanks again for joining me this morning prior to every kid in the world waking up. What do you hope the readers will gain from the lessons in the book?
Eli
Bout Jesus...n..bibbi's hayuw (translation- Vivi's hair)un the cat
Robert
Ok. Well thanks again, Eli for your theological perspective on the book and I appreciate your time.
Eli
Can I hab a poptawat now?
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I hope you gained a little more insight into the book. Please stay tuned for what I am sure will be the interview of a lifetime as I interview the most interring and unpredictable child on eart, 5 year old, Vivi tomorrow.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
The countdowns have begun
So. It's late...I've had a long day. The devil cat is asleep in my lap...resting till his next assault on an unsuspecting table leg, lamp shade or human face.
Just a few thoughts before the iPad slips through my grasp and I go into a deep snoring coma.
The book finally arrived. Remember that scene from Back to the Future where the "used-to-be-nerdy-but-now-he's-cool" Marty McFly opens the box and unveils his completed science fiction book? Ok. I kind of felt like Marty. It has been over a year in the making, and it finally arrived via UPS. I am sure the good people at Crossbooks will be glad to know I won't be harassing them much more, they have finally produced a polished book that I am happy with.
It has been a long journey. One that I have learned a great deal from. Whether or not the book sells 50 copies or 50,000...this books success will be measured by how you, the readers of this book take it's message to heart.
So. Without further adue. (is that how you spell adue?) I give you the countdown.
36 days till the official release of the book. It will be the biggest event since Apple's unveiling of the iPhone. Fortunately, you have 36 days to prepare yourself, call your friends, order pizza and sit in front of your laptops awaiting the moment it goes live to purchase your copy.
8 days till my cruise. I'm headed to Mexico. There's no stopping me either. I will answer all call in the order in which it was received. This includes, text, Facebook, email, voicemail and US mail. It is a much needed trip with my wife.
Seriously. It's late. I'll wake up in the morning and probably delete this because I've already dozed off twice while writing and I don't have the frame of mind to go back and proofread.
Next blog...I will be interviewing a random 4 year old on his thoughts on the book. ;)
Just a few thoughts before the iPad slips through my grasp and I go into a deep snoring coma.
The book finally arrived. Remember that scene from Back to the Future where the "used-to-be-nerdy-but-now-he's-cool" Marty McFly opens the box and unveils his completed science fiction book? Ok. I kind of felt like Marty. It has been over a year in the making, and it finally arrived via UPS. I am sure the good people at Crossbooks will be glad to know I won't be harassing them much more, they have finally produced a polished book that I am happy with.
It has been a long journey. One that I have learned a great deal from. Whether or not the book sells 50 copies or 50,000...this books success will be measured by how you, the readers of this book take it's message to heart.
So. Without further adue. (is that how you spell adue?) I give you the countdown.
36 days till the official release of the book. It will be the biggest event since Apple's unveiling of the iPhone. Fortunately, you have 36 days to prepare yourself, call your friends, order pizza and sit in front of your laptops awaiting the moment it goes live to purchase your copy.
8 days till my cruise. I'm headed to Mexico. There's no stopping me either. I will answer all call in the order in which it was received. This includes, text, Facebook, email, voicemail and US mail. It is a much needed trip with my wife.
Seriously. It's late. I'll wake up in the morning and probably delete this because I've already dozed off twice while writing and I don't have the frame of mind to go back and proofread.
Next blog...I will be interviewing a random 4 year old on his thoughts on the book. ;)
Thursday, July 7, 2011
The feeling of helplessness
This past week has been an eye-opening experience for us at the house. Coupled with stress of everyday decision making that we all must do in order to maintain stability at home and at the workplace, we have found that it is impossible to control those things that come unexpectedly. Working summer school, we were looking forward to having a little extra money to "catch up". Unfortuately, that is never the case. It seems that something always comes up. Deedee and I were really looking forward to going on a cruise this summer--taking the honeymoon that we never really got to take. We are still going. But the bills are adding up.
We booked it. The next day, the air conditioner died. Finding the money to pay for it left us in a helpless position. To top it off, the little 3 year old developed painful ulcers in his mouth from a virus..that we could not fix. No matter our efforts, nothing really eased his pain. We were once again helpless.
Now, the other two have caught this mean little virus. We know what is ahead for them. Theres really nothing we can do but wait, do our best to relieve them, then let nature run its painful course.
This is only a small, minute example of how small we really are. I think that the bad things that happen--those things that make us feel helpless are perfect examples of how God reminds us that we need something bigger than ourselves. No matter how advanced our society becomes, or how much we feel that we accomplish under our own power, in the grand scheme of things, we are incapable of controling everything. We are only a speck in the universe--a breath away from eternity elsewhere. That is the truth.
Steven Curtis Chapman said it best in his song titled, "Hiding Place":
"Im not asking you to take away my troubles, Lord
because its through the stormy weather, that I learn to trust you more"
The storms will come. But he always offers hope when it passes.
We booked it. The next day, the air conditioner died. Finding the money to pay for it left us in a helpless position. To top it off, the little 3 year old developed painful ulcers in his mouth from a virus..that we could not fix. No matter our efforts, nothing really eased his pain. We were once again helpless.
Now, the other two have caught this mean little virus. We know what is ahead for them. Theres really nothing we can do but wait, do our best to relieve them, then let nature run its painful course.
This is only a small, minute example of how small we really are. I think that the bad things that happen--those things that make us feel helpless are perfect examples of how God reminds us that we need something bigger than ourselves. No matter how advanced our society becomes, or how much we feel that we accomplish under our own power, in the grand scheme of things, we are incapable of controling everything. We are only a speck in the universe--a breath away from eternity elsewhere. That is the truth.
Steven Curtis Chapman said it best in his song titled, "Hiding Place":
"Im not asking you to take away my troubles, Lord
because its through the stormy weather, that I learn to trust you more"
The storms will come. But he always offers hope when it passes.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Diary of the Meanest Kitten on Earth:
Day 9 of my captivity:
I am six weeks old, but I know too much already. I have successfully disarmed and forced into retreat the little ones they call "kids" by digging my claws into their flesh. The disgusting creature they call a "dog" has made his attempt to regain territory that I have taken over. The "dog" now has one eye. The larger humanoid named, "Robert" has been under my control since day one. While he sleeps I carve encrypted codes into his skin with my claws and teeth, alerting those on the outside my coordinates. The one they call "DeeDee" has further enabled my control by effectively eliminating "dog" from this prison camp and weakening "Robert's" defenses by confusing my calculative measures with "cuteness". Tonight, as I lurk quietly in the shadows, I will be laying the groundwork for my 350th ambush on "Robert's" foot as he unknowingly nears. As his skin becomes more and more leathery from scarring, I anticipate targeting new, and more effective areas for outside encrypted communications. Tomorrow I will suck him in with something cute, and latch onto his face, carving out my dietary demands in his flesh for all to see.
Stay tuned for my upcoming plans on deceiving "dog" by luring him into the oven "DeeDee" left open.
Day 10 of my captivity:
I have discovered that the larger humanoid, "Robert", is allergic to cats. I find this interesting With each swath of my paw through a 1/4 inch of skin I have observed increased swelling and irritation unlike the others in this prison. His sneezing is amusing. I will use this to my advantage in the near future. He has called me "kryptonite". I must discover what this means.
My captors are now utilizing cruel and unusual punishments in this prison. Last night I was forced to share my sleeping quarters with "dog". I studied the much clumsier mobility of "dog" and waited patiently for the lights to turn out With stealthy precision, I inched within breathing distance and spit in "dog's" good eye. Dog retreated immediately to another cell block on the back porch.
I have also been tortured by a balloon which dances in the ceiling while my jailers are at "work". The string, which dangles from the balloon, is only inches from my grasp. I cannot-regardless of all my efforts-attain this ultimate prize which torments me. It just whips constantly in a breeze, stirring up a frustration inside me that I cannot contain.
Tonight's agenda. 1. Uncover any truth to a rumor that an aquarium with live fish will soon be arriving here. 2. Toes
Day 18 of my captivity:Ohhhh. Game on! I was hoping I wouldn't have to dig into my instinctive bag of tricks. But after a recent string of events, I must now plot my ambushes on an entirely new level.
First, my captors have named me "Millie". As in, female "Millie". I have been forced to wear a ridiculous "cute" colar with an annoying bell that rings with every movement I make. I cannot catch this bell no matter how hard I chase it in circles. It is exhausting.
Second, my jailers picked me up and dropped me off in a cage at my initial prison, Vestavia Animal Clinic while they apparently went on vacation. Nice. Hope they had a great time. While they were gone it was revealed to me-a truth that I will forever make them pay.
I am not a female. Yes. In case you were sneezing and missed it, I will say it again. I, "Millie", am in fact a MALE kitten. This of course, as would be for any "male", was ego shattering...much to my captors' amusement upon return from "vacation".
The pink bowls from which I have been fed remain, and the cute collar still rings. I am still treated like a female prisoner. The larger humanoid, "Robert", still refers to me as a "she". This angers me. To make matters worse they changed my name to "Opie". What a stupid name. I am now "Opie the Cat".
I am now gender confused and trapped in this prison. I carved out more code into the flesh of "Robert's" feet repeatedly as it waved to me in the floor.
Operation Gash and Dash has now been elevated to critical status. I will not be imprisoned and humiliated any further.
Tomorrows agenda: discover what is inside the fridge. It seems to be a popular destination around here.
To be continued...
I am six weeks old, but I know too much already. I have successfully disarmed and forced into retreat the little ones they call "kids" by digging my claws into their flesh. The disgusting creature they call a "dog" has made his attempt to regain territory that I have taken over. The "dog" now has one eye. The larger humanoid named, "Robert" has been under my control since day one. While he sleeps I carve encrypted codes into his skin with my claws and teeth, alerting those on the outside my coordinates. The one they call "DeeDee" has further enabled my control by effectively eliminating "dog" from this prison camp and weakening "Robert's" defenses by confusing my calculative measures with "cuteness". Tonight, as I lurk quietly in the shadows, I will be laying the groundwork for my 350th ambush on "Robert's" foot as he unknowingly nears. As his skin becomes more and more leathery from scarring, I anticipate targeting new, and more effective areas for outside encrypted communications. Tomorrow I will suck him in with something cute, and latch onto his face, carving out my dietary demands in his flesh for all to see.
Stay tuned for my upcoming plans on deceiving "dog" by luring him into the oven "DeeDee" left open.
Day 10 of my captivity:
I have discovered that the larger humanoid, "Robert", is allergic to cats. I find this interesting With each swath of my paw through a 1/4 inch of skin I have observed increased swelling and irritation unlike the others in this prison. His sneezing is amusing. I will use this to my advantage in the near future. He has called me "kryptonite". I must discover what this means.
My captors are now utilizing cruel and unusual punishments in this prison. Last night I was forced to share my sleeping quarters with "dog". I studied the much clumsier mobility of "dog" and waited patiently for the lights to turn out With stealthy precision, I inched within breathing distance and spit in "dog's" good eye. Dog retreated immediately to another cell block on the back porch.
I have also been tortured by a balloon which dances in the ceiling while my jailers are at "work". The string, which dangles from the balloon, is only inches from my grasp. I cannot-regardless of all my efforts-attain this ultimate prize which torments me. It just whips constantly in a breeze, stirring up a frustration inside me that I cannot contain.
Tonight's agenda. 1. Uncover any truth to a rumor that an aquarium with live fish will soon be arriving here. 2. Toes
Day 18 of my captivity:Ohhhh. Game on! I was hoping I wouldn't have to dig into my instinctive bag of tricks. But after a recent string of events, I must now plot my ambushes on an entirely new level.
First, my captors have named me "Millie". As in, female "Millie". I have been forced to wear a ridiculous "cute" colar with an annoying bell that rings with every movement I make. I cannot catch this bell no matter how hard I chase it in circles. It is exhausting.
Second, my jailers picked me up and dropped me off in a cage at my initial prison, Vestavia Animal Clinic while they apparently went on vacation. Nice. Hope they had a great time. While they were gone it was revealed to me-a truth that I will forever make them pay.
I am not a female. Yes. In case you were sneezing and missed it, I will say it again. I, "Millie", am in fact a MALE kitten. This of course, as would be for any "male", was ego shattering...much to my captors' amusement upon return from "vacation".
The pink bowls from which I have been fed remain, and the cute collar still rings. I am still treated like a female prisoner. The larger humanoid, "Robert", still refers to me as a "she". This angers me. To make matters worse they changed my name to "Opie". What a stupid name. I am now "Opie the Cat".
I am now gender confused and trapped in this prison. I carved out more code into the flesh of "Robert's" feet repeatedly as it waved to me in the floor.
Operation Gash and Dash has now been elevated to critical status. I will not be imprisoned and humiliated any further.
Tomorrows agenda: discover what is inside the fridge. It seems to be a popular destination around here.
To be continued...
Monday, June 27, 2011
An open letter to the Southside Community: Remembering Paul Walden
As many of you know, I have written a book, titled The Walk to Walden Hillwhich will be released in July or August.
What most people don't know is the main character is one most who lived in Southside, will remember...Paul Walden. Though the story is fiction, much of the character of the "real" Walden resides in the pages of the book.
If you lived in this community for a while, then you remember these names:
"Spider", who came around us at football practice in the late 1980s. He told dirty jokes and had to be at least 130 years old. He reminded me of Ole"Blue" from the movie Old School with Will Ferrell.
Barney Hood. We named a stadium after him. A longtime Southside resident and coach, Barney was a fixture at sporting events, contributing in so many countless ways. I know of several boys who attended college on his generosity.
"Egg". Where the current Shell station now sits in Southside used to be an old service station. Perched on an old bench, you could always find him relaxing with a whole lot of nothing to say.
These were all wonderful, kind and interesting men in their later years who made an impression on many of us as young adults. There was one old man that really stood out to me in particular:
Raise your hand if you remember Paul Walden. In Mr. Lloyd Cleveland and Mr. Jimmy Sewell's Shop class (Ag), it was common to take the field trip to prune his peach trees. He was always around supporting the Southside baseball and football teams in the 80s and 90s. I don't remember the first time I met the man, I just remember him always being a faithful supporter. As time passed, Mr. Walden became more than a supporter, he became a trusted friend. I was regularly with him in his final years, helping with his garden or just sitting in his kitchen, talking about anything. His stories were typically repetitive, but I loved hearing them.
Over time, he became like family to me. In his final years, Mr. Waldens health slowly declined to the point to where he was placed in a nursing home, not too long after Grace passed away. He missed her so much and I could tell that she was indeed part of him.
I wanted to preserve Mr. Walden. Though he is definitely a larger than life character in this book, he surely lives in it. The town of "Milton" is different, but you'll recognize Southside in the descriptions. The Coosa is replaced by the "Tennessee" and lots of the names are different, but it's still visible in my head.
Please comment if you remember him or the other prominent men who played a part in your life in the community.
Hope you will all buy the book! It will be out soon.
Robert Abernathy
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Book preview, The Walk to Walden Hill
What is like lose it all?
How do you respond to life’s punches when it seems even God doesn’t care?
Josh Billows has lived it. Even while losing his mother to a tragic accident and his father to prison at an early age, Josh was forced to cope with further misfortunes in the foster care system. He never felt safe; he never felt loved. It seemed the world had failed a scared little boy...and the nightmares began.
Old Paul Walden, an eighty-two-year-old neighbor with a mysterious past, hears the call to a young man’s silent plea for help. Though he spends his days caring for his ill wife, Mr. Walden takes on the difficult task of watching over the young man in the foster home across the street and redirecting his path—one step at a time. Josh begins to realize from Mr. Walden’s crafty and puzzling lessons that he must confront the roots of his nightmares and do the unthinkable. Forgive.
A page turning epic, The Walk to Walden Hill is a close look at the emotional and spiritual aftermath of abandonment and the overwhelming feelings of fear, self-doubt, and crushed hope experienced by children in the foster care system. Unlike other stories with a similar beginning, Josh does not experience healing through education or an undiscovered talent. Instead, Josh’s life is rescued by something simple: a hero who cared enough to show the way.
-2011 ACM Silver Novel Award Winner
Robert Abernathy
Available in all eBook formats and book retailers in August, 2011.
Available in all eBook formats and book retailers in August, 2011.
Abernathy's Author Blog: Young Earth vs Old Earth Creationist Part 1
Abernathy's Author Blog: Young Earth vs Old Earth Creationist Part 1: "I had the opportunity to go to a conference in Birmingham a few nights ago, titled 'In the Beginning...' The overall purpose of the confere..."
Young Earth vs Old Earth Creationist Part 1
I had the opportunity to go to a conference in Birmingham a few nights ago, titled "In the Beginning..." The overall purpose of the conference was to share opposing view points on the creation event. It has been a long-accepted view within the chuch for over a millineum that the literal 6-day creation was fact. Modern day science seemed to conflict with this belief.
The opposing viewpoints from Terry Mortenson (Young Earth Creationist) and Hugh Ross (Old Earth Creationist) were all valid points that could be made. However, Hugh Ross made some points that really stuck out in my head.
I will post a series of thoughts I have on this topic. The first topic is very elementary: the existence of SPIDERS. First we have to look at th Young Earth Creationist basic viewpoint.
YOUNG EARTH MODEL
The young earth model teaches a literal 6 day creation and that everything was created between 6,000 and 10,000 years ago. The fall of man (Adam's sin) brought death into existance. In other words, before Adam sinned, nothing died. There were no carnivores on the earth, only herbivores. God made the earth and the universe in 6 literal days.
Where I disagree:
First, I am not Agnostic or an Athiest, though my response could possibly give that impression. I only disagree with the 6 day creation theology.
SPIDERS
Since God created the creatures, he obviously created spiders. I know this may sound elementary, but the very existence of spiders is designed to trap prey and kill. What use is the web in an environment where a herbivorous spider exists? None. Spiders kill. So do tigers and lions and the fossilized dinosaurs that were complete killing machines. What did a T-Rex with those teeth? banannas? What kind of diet did Jaws have in the ocean? Our life cycle is completely dependant on a chain. Anchovies live of plankton. Larger fish live off anchovies. There is no intelligent explanation out there that a young earth creationist can give that will convince me that death did not exist before the fall of man. It is impossible-given the physical and biolocical laws that God created. He didnt just create life. He created the laws that govern life. He didnt just create gravity. He created the LAWS that govern gravity.
God created all things for their unique purposes. To create a herbivorous (plant-eating) spider, shark, tiger or T-Rex--then--suddenly slam on the brakes and change its diet to a carnivorous one SPEEDS UP the evolutionary time table exponentially. Look at any carnivorous creature and you will see God's perfect design in it. A beautiful spider web. A beautifully muscualar tiger. Beautifully created, Carnivores.
Next: Part two: Adam
The opposing viewpoints from Terry Mortenson (Young Earth Creationist) and Hugh Ross (Old Earth Creationist) were all valid points that could be made. However, Hugh Ross made some points that really stuck out in my head.
I will post a series of thoughts I have on this topic. The first topic is very elementary: the existence of SPIDERS. First we have to look at th Young Earth Creationist basic viewpoint.
YOUNG EARTH MODEL
The young earth model teaches a literal 6 day creation and that everything was created between 6,000 and 10,000 years ago. The fall of man (Adam's sin) brought death into existance. In other words, before Adam sinned, nothing died. There were no carnivores on the earth, only herbivores. God made the earth and the universe in 6 literal days.
Where I disagree:
First, I am not Agnostic or an Athiest, though my response could possibly give that impression. I only disagree with the 6 day creation theology.
SPIDERS
Since God created the creatures, he obviously created spiders. I know this may sound elementary, but the very existence of spiders is designed to trap prey and kill. What use is the web in an environment where a herbivorous spider exists? None. Spiders kill. So do tigers and lions and the fossilized dinosaurs that were complete killing machines. What did a T-Rex with those teeth? banannas? What kind of diet did Jaws have in the ocean? Our life cycle is completely dependant on a chain. Anchovies live of plankton. Larger fish live off anchovies. There is no intelligent explanation out there that a young earth creationist can give that will convince me that death did not exist before the fall of man. It is impossible-given the physical and biolocical laws that God created. He didnt just create life. He created the laws that govern life. He didnt just create gravity. He created the LAWS that govern gravity.
God created all things for their unique purposes. To create a herbivorous (plant-eating) spider, shark, tiger or T-Rex--then--suddenly slam on the brakes and change its diet to a carnivorous one SPEEDS UP the evolutionary time table exponentially. Look at any carnivorous creature and you will see God's perfect design in it. A beautiful spider web. A beautifully muscualar tiger. Beautifully created, Carnivores.
Next: Part two: Adam
Monday, June 20, 2011
Book Update
All the corrections have been made. The artwork and cover have been resubmitted. The book will now go to the final design phase and I will have something in hand hopefully by August 1st!
Friday, May 20, 2011
Thoughts for the new book...
I am working to address certain issues that exist in our culture:
1. The trickle down effect of divorce from from parental dissonance, economic impact and childhood coping.
2. The touchy racial issues that still exist in the South, despite progress in some areas.
3. The questions that arise from a biblical view of divorce and how to rebound in the aftermath.
4. Hypocracy in our society and how to expose those who feast on the ones who hit "skids in the road" from time to time.
Number 4 is what I hope to address more than any other.
How do you force someone to look in the mirror when all they can do is look at others?
The ideas are mapped out and I look forward to piecing this one together.
1. The trickle down effect of divorce from from parental dissonance, economic impact and childhood coping.
2. The touchy racial issues that still exist in the South, despite progress in some areas.
3. The questions that arise from a biblical view of divorce and how to rebound in the aftermath.
4. Hypocracy in our society and how to expose those who feast on the ones who hit "skids in the road" from time to time.
Number 4 is what I hope to address more than any other.
How do you force someone to look in the mirror when all they can do is look at others?
The ideas are mapped out and I look forward to piecing this one together.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
New book in the works...
Just began work on a new novel today. I have been grappling with the concept for a while, but today it is officially moving forward. I cant wait to see where the story goes. It has a great message I hope to get across.
Walden Hill Update
I submitted the final edited copy today. I can't tell you how many times I have edited that Novel, but it is a completed work that I am proud of.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Athanatos 2011 Novel Contest
Found out Saturday, April 9th that the Novel won 2nd place in the 2011 ACM Novel Contest. It was quite an honor. The novel was originally submitted in September, 2010. First place award was given to Shirly Tucker for her novel, Diamonds in the Dust.
Whats next? I really dont know. The book is currently sitting in the hands of an editor. I am making changes as she gets them to me. I think the book will be resubmitted to Crossbooks in the coming weeks. We will see what happens from there.
I will keep updating.
Whats next? I really dont know. The book is currently sitting in the hands of an editor. I am making changes as she gets them to me. I think the book will be resubmitted to Crossbooks in the coming weeks. We will see what happens from there.
I will keep updating.
Walk to Walden Hill update
Wow. Finished this book back in...April of 2010?
The Walk to Walden Hill is the story of a young man (Josh) who has lived much of his life in the foster care system as a result of a fatal car accident that killed his mother. Josh's father survived the accident but had to serve time in prison. Josh lived most of his childhood and adolescent, angry at his father for the life he had lived without a "real" family.
Across road from the foster home, set in rural Alabama, lived an old man, Paul Walden, who took on the task of helping redirect a lost boy. Through many mishaps and disasters, Mr. Walden uses his own life's lessons and imprints them on Josh, revealing a truth that most Christians know all to well, but have difficulty grasping--FORGIVENESS. Mr. Walden leads Josh on a mysterious quest, to learn how to forgive, how to love and how to find a piece of himself and his past--all on the "Walk to Walden Hill"
Im sure, I could have come up with a better description. This is just right off the top of my head.
I will post a few more background stories regarding the background of the book, on later dates. Im looking forward to blogging some of the specifics along with ideas for future books.
The Walk to Walden Hill is the story of a young man (Josh) who has lived much of his life in the foster care system as a result of a fatal car accident that killed his mother. Josh's father survived the accident but had to serve time in prison. Josh lived most of his childhood and adolescent, angry at his father for the life he had lived without a "real" family.
Across road from the foster home, set in rural Alabama, lived an old man, Paul Walden, who took on the task of helping redirect a lost boy. Through many mishaps and disasters, Mr. Walden uses his own life's lessons and imprints them on Josh, revealing a truth that most Christians know all to well, but have difficulty grasping--FORGIVENESS. Mr. Walden leads Josh on a mysterious quest, to learn how to forgive, how to love and how to find a piece of himself and his past--all on the "Walk to Walden Hill"
Im sure, I could have come up with a better description. This is just right off the top of my head.
I will post a few more background stories regarding the background of the book, on later dates. Im looking forward to blogging some of the specifics along with ideas for future books.
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