Where Are All the Good Ghosts?

"I was cutting the end off a board in the old haunted house when I felt someone grab the other end to steady it. The cut was perfect. When I looked around, there was no one there. It must have been a ghost. I got the new cabinets installed on time and under budget." I had to make that up, because we never hear stories like that. There's no story of the people deep in the woods who get distracted while cooking breakfast and have to attend to some emergency, and when they get back thirty minutes later, the food didn't burn. Why do so many ghost stories involve people who were drinking? Why don't sober knitting circles see spooky things?

Maybe the real question is why do people have a tendency to attribute odd things to evil spirits while not attributing good things to good spirits? I think it's logical that, if ghosts were real, there would have to be a lot of stories about good ones. The imbalance is ridiculous. I think it says something about the spiritual condition of mankind. There seems to be a blind spot in the natural man.

One of the problems with evolution is that it requires beneficial mutations. So far, science has discovered no beneficial mutation. Every mutation known to science is harmful to life. The wait for a good mutation is based on faith that one will show up one day. It's faith-based "science". The problem is that DNA contains information. Information science says that information can only come from an intelligent source and not from random processes. Good mutations would have to contain information and thus come from an intelligent source. Where did the information in DNA originate to begin with?  Like the good ghosts problem, certain scientists have a blind spot.

Book Stuff
The cover is still the delay.

A Little About Me

Book Stuff
The book stuff first today in case I run short on time.
The sequel needs a tad more work. The main holdup is the cover. I don't want something that looks like a 6-yr-old did it.

Now on to me.
A lot of people don't know this, but I've never thrill-killed a hobo in a Chicago railyard. My life didn't go down that path. My parents never got divorced. I never descended into a world of drugs, cheap booze and even cheaper women. I never found myself standing with several friends strung out on whatever the popular drug was when I was a teenager in front of a passed out hobo daring each other to shoot him first. I never ended up on the run from the Chicago PD that concluded with me handcuffed in a pool of my own vomit. I haven't always made the best choices in life, but I made better choices than all that!

In fact, I've never even been to Chicago. If I did get to visit, I'd want to take in a Cubs game at historic Wrigley Field. There wouldn't be much point to going if I couldn't, right? Preferably, they'd be playing the Braves. The game would be during the day the way nature and Harry Caray intended. While I was in the area, I'd hang out by Lake Michigan and maybe go out on a boat on a nice day that wasn't too windy.

The Cubs look good this year, but they're usually not a very winning team. I have a theory on that, and it has nothing to do with curses. It's the name. A cub is a baby bear. The equivalent of the Chicago Baby Bears isn't working. They play down to the name. How are the other teams supposed to feel intimidated when they're playing against a team named after baby animals? They need a manlier name. Chicago Grizzlies. Chicago Sasquatches. Something that's not a baby name.

Sequel Progress

I finally got a haircut yesterday. I'd been trying since Monday to get it done, and it needed doing last week. It wasn't that long just scruffy looking. Sometimes my barber comments that I'm in for a trim. From my perspective it's always getting too long and unmanageable. I wonder which one of us is right. ;) So, speaking of hair, I've noticed that long hair on a man seems to be a sign of spiritual rebellion. I don't have a verse for that. It's more of an observation based on personal experience, including my younger days. 1 Corinthians 11:14 Does not nature itself teach you that if a man wears long hair it is a disgrace for him, One translation says degrades himself instead of disgrace. Maybe a degraded exterior reflects something wrong spiritually in the heart?

I heard from the test reader I hadn't heard back from and mailed out a copy. It's supposed to arrive today. She's a fast, observant reader. I should hear back soon. I've already gotten other good feedback. Can you believe there were still errors to find? I know! One of them was in last week's preview. I had a her instead of a here, totally embarrassing. I fixed it immediately like it never even happened.

More slowly than I'd like, it's all coming together. Aside from fixes and changes to clear up confusing paragraphs, the big thing now is the cover art. I could use some prayers on that.

While waiting for the books to ship to me and get re-shipped and to get feedback, I've been working on the rough draft for the young adult book I mentioned the other day. The main character is a 16-yr-old girl who gets trapped in virtual reality in an espionage game. They say to write what you know. I've never been a 16-yr-old girl, but I used to play MMORPGs back in the day. I'm putting my vast experience playing video games to work. It turns out I wasn't wasting my life at all. :) My plan is to work on this between sequel books. I went through the outline for the next two books in the sequel this week to get ready for those. There's more to do on the outline, but the main things are already done. It's just a matter of details now. Which is also where I am in the espionage book. The outline is done. I need to fill in some pesky details. What kind of details? Instead of fighting a faceless government organization, I gave the hero a villain to oppose her. That's already in the book, but it changes the ending. I need to figure out one critical step to get them together for the final confrontation, which is already plotted. Maybe I'm rambling. I'm out of time anyway. See you next time.