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D.A. Adams is the author of the Brotherhood of Dwarves series and the Sam Skeen saga. He received a Master of Arts in Writing from the University of Memphis in 1999 and taught college English for 16 years. He is the father to two amazing sons and resides in East Tennessee.
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Tuesday Afternoon Ramblings

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About the only way to get them in a picture together…

I’ll be with my sons for the next week, so I probably won’t be writing many entries while they’re here.  I haven’t seen them since August, and even though we talk four to five nights a week, there’s nothing like holding them, hearing their laughter in person, and playing for hours on end.  My creative energy needs the rejuvenation they give me.  Anyone who knows me knows how much my boys mean to me and how difficult this time of year is without them.

I don’t make New Year’s resolutions; in my experience, they rarely work and often solidify bad habits even more than before the attempt to change for the sake of a new year.  Instead, I prefer to reflect on what was positive in the previous year that I can build upon and what was negative that I can eliminate.  This year, I have a lot of positive, the most notable of which is my affiliation with Seventh Star Press.  2012 is going to be a great year for The Brotherhood of Dwarves series.  I also made great progress on the farm, and even though that project has had to be put on hold for now, I still have a lot of confidence that we can get it off the ground.

The negative I’ll keep personal, but I learned a lot of valuable lessons this past year.  I will take from those lessons and grow as a person.  I’ll learn to appreciate and be more grateful for my blessings, and I’ll try harder to let go of the past and move forward into a better, healthier tomorrow.

Happy early New Year’s to all my family, friends, and readers.  May 2012 be a great year for you and yours.

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Friday Afternoon Ramblings

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I don’t expect most people to understand this, but Christmas just isn’t the same for me anymore.  In part, that’s because of what my ex-wife did to me on Christmas morning, but there’s more to it than that.  Of course, I miss my children more this time of year than any other, and maybe if they were with me, I’d feel differently, but I just feel like the spirit of the season has become distorted and perverted into something profane.  While I don’t consider myself a Christian, I always loved the idea of peace on earth and goodwill to all.

But that’s not the reality of Christmas in this country today.  Now, it’s about celebrating how much money you can spend and how many good deals you can find.  Peace on earth has been replaced by competitive shopping, and goodwill has been replaced by tension over long lines and parking spaces.  The whole charade played out in the name of holiness sickens me.  The yearly garbage from Fox News about the war on Christmas would be laughable if it weren’t so misplaced.

The real war on Christmas is waged when families compete over how much lighting they can install, which by the way is a holdover of a pagan tradition to ward away evil spirits during the winter solstice.  The real war on Christmas is waged when TV commercials mock Santa Claus to demonstrate how good their deals are.  Those are the things that undermine the spirit of giving and distort it into a materialistic competition that has no connection to the story of Christ, whose message was to give to the needy, shepherd the lost, heal the sick, and turn the other cheek.  The real war on Christmas is waged every time someone values the material object over the spirit of charity.

If you want to know where we’ve lost our way in this nation, look no further than that.  The message of Christ, one of love and compassion, has been distorted into hate and competition for political and economic advantage.  I know I’m not the first to point out this perversion, and I know I won’t be the last, but if I can send one message to my country this Christmas it would be to look closely at the teachings of Jesus Christ, not as told by the modern church, but as told by His disciples.  The road to happiness is through love and charity, not through 50% sales, cascade lighting, and an empty ceremonial exchanging of nonessential gifts.  Peace will come with tranquility and splendor.

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Thursday Morning Ramblings

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Well, yesterday, I had to trade vehicles.  The Cadillac, which had been a great car up until a month or so ago, started having some issues and was on the verge of becoming unreliable.  I didn’t really want to trade but felt like I had to move while the Cadillac still had decent trade value.  I’m now the proud owner of a 2008 Hyundai Santa Fe.  I was hoping for a Camry for the fuel mileage, but we couldn’t get close enough on numbers to keep me in my comfort zone.

The Santa Fe is my first ever SUV, and after the luxury of the Cadillac, it  will take some getting used to.  This isn’t my first Hyundai, however.  Back in 1990, when I started college, the first car I purchased on my own was an 88 Hyundai Excel, one of their first models.  My friends used to tease me mercilessly about that car (I’m looking at you Ferg), but I got nearly 200,000 miles out of it.  I’m hoping the Santa Fe is just as durable because I don’t want to trade again for a few years.

I also want to thank Heath Tatum at Rusty Wallace Toyota in Morristown for helping me find a decent vehicle that fit into my budget.  He went above and beyond for me, and I appreciate all the work he put into finding the right fit.  Heath’s a good friend and one of my favorite people in this world, even if he is a Kentucky Wildcat.  Thanks, Heath.  I appreciate you, brother.