Greetings! Thank you for clicking in to the blog realm of “frydwords … Out of the pan and into the dire!”.The christening of this blog on Friday the 13th, of July, 2007 - rings ironic to me insofar as its very title suggests some misadventure is afoot. Humor me to dispose rumor to reality. It is. Indeed, I might go so far though as to tweak ‘Webster of the Unabrigded’ on the nose, for taking etymological license with a contemporary moniker of my own:“miss-adventure”
Therein lies the crux of my rumination. Rumination is simply a big word that means: meditate, muse, ponder or the more pedestrian idiom of chewing the cud. You see, it is the use of words … over and over and over again that preoccupates those of us in the craft of fiction. And as one of my favorite fiction writers, Ted Dekker, is want to say: Not fiction as “false or untrue,” but fiction as in “not presently real”.
That’s it my friends. I love words. And I trust you do too. But, I don’t just love words, I love “The Word” … that was made flesh. Now there’s something. How incredibly awesome, the Word that was made flesh. Does that almost seem “not presently real” to anyone? For those who are fallen yet forgiven, we possess a gift that transforms the “not presently real” into a life altering reality of the Nth degree.
Scintillating!
Now allow me to reach back to this notion of “miss-adventure” and the purpose of my blog. I am inclined to offer an invitation for you to join me on a quest. A quest to embark on an adventure as yet … missed. I’m talking about the theme of redemption that is stamped on the passports of our souls. Passports that have been muddied, torn, trampled, and lost in the mire of the dire.
Dire circumstances.
Dire straits.
Dire consequences.
Dire need.
Need of rescue … need of freedom … need of redemption.
For the fallen and unforgiven … there’s the desire for the dire.
For the fallen and forgiven … there’s the yielding to the fire.
For redemptive story to work, that which is dire must loom and loom menacingly. For indeed, without the dire, there’s no need for a refining fire.
I will grant you this. Before one can retire the dire … one must learn to lament. THAT is something that seems missing in this age. We are told there is a time and season for every purpose under heaven … and that includes a time to lament. Not cover it up with the balm of the inane … life is dire, eternal life is rapturous!
Are you still with me? Rambling is my specialty … grab ahold and hang on. See, this is why I simply must write novels.
I am a writer, educator, and a reluctant geek. Twenty years in IT has afforded me a unique perspective on the role of technology and humanity. Certainly not a lemming, but rather, I could best be described as a ‘joyful Eeyore’ … blessings on figuring that one out. I have a passion for story and at this season in my life, that passion is leaking out onto the web and paper. I have stories simmering on the back burner, crackling and popping for attention.
It is my desire to share glimpses of this journey with you. I want you to come along as I discover the craft of writing, purposely taking the road less traveled with the hopes of making a difference. In short, I am inviting you to walk with me. The blog will be our road. I plan for it to be an “occasional” blog with at least one entry a week, perhaps more. I welcome your company and hope to point you to sight-seeing stops along the way - those whose writings and ruminations have illuminated my way. Will you join me then on this road? A road of discovery and perhaps, a road that might one day lead to a dream of publication?
I currently have (2) works in progress. One involves ‘techno-stalking‘, a niche genre of ‘techno-suspense‘ - the working title is “DELETE” and the other is speculative in nature with a working title of “PHOSPHOR“. Both of these stories have me pumped and I plan to post a snippet or more of Chapter 1 of “DELETE” to whet your appetitie.
The opening line to “DELETE” goes something like this:
“Assassination by keyboarding - How does one calculate the ballistics of pressing the delete key?”
The plan then is to cook up some seasoned fiction, serving true conviction.
BYOS - Bring Your Own Skillet
Time to go stoke the flames …
… Out of the pan and into the dire,
david w. fry a.k.a. frydwords