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Wednesday Morning Ramblings

March 7, 2012 D.A. Adams 8 Comments

A dull thud tapped me on the forehead, like someone had taken their palm and bumped me playfully. The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the ground with two shotputs in my lap, which strange because I’d only been carrying one. I rolled them away and tried to get my bearings, but everything was a swirl of colors and sounds. Then, I felt a tickle on my eyebrow, like sweat was dripping, so I reached up to wipe it away and pulled back a hand coated in blood. That’s when I knew something bizarre had happened.

On this day in 1989 at roughly 3:30 in the afternoon, I nearly lost my life. An 8 lb. shotput had struck me on the right side of the head just above the hairline. I suffered a nasty laceration, exposing my skull, a severe brain contusion, and at the time, when they still graded concussions, the highest grade concussion on the chart. Fortunately, it had hit me on the hardest part of the skull and didn’t fracture or even crack the bone. Also, because of the angle, it mostly glanced off my head instead of impacting with full force. I spent three days in the hospital, lost 20 lbs. from the trauma, and literally nearly died. To this day, I live with some symptoms of post-concussion syndrome.

For many years, I wallowed in self-pity for everything the accident took from me: mostly the opportunities to play college football and join the marines on an ROTC scholarship. Then, one day I woke up and realized that I was fortunate simply to be alive. Today, as I mark the 23rd anniversary of the day that changed my life, I want to focus more on what the accident has given me, namely an appreciation for my life and my creativity. Without those, I wouldn’t be the man I am today, and I’m fairly happy with that man.

In terms of appreciation, I see each day as a blessing, as time I’ve been granted by grace. Even with all the turmoil and difficulties of the last five years, being alive and on this earth allows me the opportunity to learn and grow and laugh and love. I’ve gotten to experience fatherhood, and if it took enduring that accident a hundred times to have my sons, line me up. In terms of creativity, I’m convinced that at least in part, the injury awakened some part of my brain that had mostly been dormant. At the very least, it forced me to turn my attention away from athletics and towards writing, so I see now that the accident has given me far more than it took.

Not too long ago, I found Bobby, the boy who had mistakenly thrown it, and got to tell him, after years of needing to share this, that I had never harbored any ill-will for him, even during the worst of my headaches and the darkest of days. We were unsupervised kids, and even if he had had been trying to hit me, there was no way he could have done so on purpose. It was just a dumb, fluke accident. I hope he knows in his heart that he wasn’t to blame, and I hope he doesn’t carry around any misplaced feelings of guilt. Bobby, if you happen to read this, I love you, man.

So today, as I remember that day and the subsequent years of symptoms, I ask all of you to do one thing. Contact those you love most and tell them how you feel. Don’t wait. Do it now because you never know what split-second, dumb fluke could end their or your life. Embrace your darkest moments, for even those days are blessings. None of us are promised anything on the other side; everything beyond this world is pure speculation, so cherish each day on this earth. Any day above ground is a good day.

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Sunday Afternoon Ramblings

March 4, 2012 D.A. Adams 16 Comments

I’m no choir boy. I’ve kicked up my share of dust and had my share of fun, but I’m no derelict either. I’ve worked since I was about 10, starting out helping in my dad’s business. I’ve worked hard physical labor, delivered pizza, taught classes, written books, sold cars, and busted my ass to eke out a meager existence. None of it has been easy, and more times than I can count, I’ve thought about giving up and becoming a vagabond. But that’s not who I am. In my heart, I’m a warrior, and I’ll fight until my last breath to achieve my goals. There may be stronger, smarter, better-looking, more successful men than I am, but there aren’t many who are tougher. I’m not saying that to brag, just stating a fact about myself.

Last semester, I pushed myself through some of the hardest moments of my life and am proud that the only days I missed at work were those when I had doctors’ appointments. Once, I delivered pizza for a couple of weeks with a pulled calf muscle. Each step sent blinding pain up my leg, but my children needed a roof over their heads and food in their bellies, so I ignored the discomfort. I also took an 8 pound iron ball to the head and lived to tell about it. There are tougher men than I am, but it’s a small measure.

I’m no choir boy. I’ve done my share of living, but when I’ve given myself to a woman, I’ve not broken my word. There aren’t many men who can honestly say that. There aren’t many women either. If I commit to a relationship, I’m with that person and no one else. Again, I’m not bragging, just stating a simple truth of myself. When I’m single, I’ve broken a few hearts, but I don’t lie or lead anyone on, never offering more than I can live up to. I’m always honest about what I can and cannot give. At this point in my life, I don’t know if I’ll ever love again. Only time can answer that. Right now, I just want to heal and focus on my goals.

This place I live in is nothing to brag about. It’s old and dilapidated with few modern luxuries. The materialistic people in this world would turn their noses up at it and shun me as a bum, but it’s my little corner in this world and brings me peace. I can live without the comforts for that. I wrote most of Dorkhun in this broken-down motor home and will complete book four here, too. My life may not have the shiny facade most people try to build to show the world how great they are, but I’ve never really given a damn about the facade. I’m content with myself as a human being, and that’s enough for me. That’s not to say I don’t have lessons to learn and maturity to gain because I do, but at my core, I’m decent and can live with that.

I’ve learned to define success on my own terms. I’ll probably never be wealthy, the toast of the town, or a rock star, but those aren’t my goals. They may have been when I was young and immature, but now, I define my success by the quality of what I do. Every time a reader tells me they enjoyed one of my books, I’ve succeeded. Every time a student thanks me for giving them a solid foundation, I’ve succeeded. When I leave this earth, I’ll have left a mark, maybe not a huge mark, but a somewhat positive one. I may not be prince charming or a knight in shining armor or nice little choir boy, but I’m D.A. Adams, father, writer, educator, and friend. That’s enough for me.

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Saturday Morning Ramblings

March 3, 2012 D.A. Adams 7 Comments

TBODThumb — The Brotherhood of Dwarves - Book One

Here are the two newest reviews for The Brotherhood of Dwarves. Thank you to both of these reviewers for taking the time to read the book and write up their thoughts. The first is from Soliloquy: the Personal Blog of Kaitlin Michelle:

REVIEW:

This book was received as a review copy. I enjoyed this book a lot, and look forward to reading the sequels. Roskin is the main character, and he is heir to the throne of one of the Dwarven Kingdoms. He is given the choice to take a year to “find inner peace”, before accepting his role in the counsel. His heart seeks adventures so he decides to leave his homeland and seek glory in other lands. He goes on many adventures, but his main goal is to seek the statue The Brotherhood of Dwarves, from the Black Rock Fortress. I felt like this was a very good fantasy novel. D.A. Adams keeps the reader entertained throughout the book. It was very short, so it was a quick read. The characters are detailed, and every time they get comfortable something comes along to mess things up, which keeps you entertained.

THE VERDICT:

I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a good fantasy novel, and likes a short read. If you liked The Hobbit, you will probably like this book

The second is from The Independent Review Site by Daniel Cann:

The first in a series of novels by D.A. Adams finds Roskin, heir to the throne of a remote, peaceful kingdom of dwarves, craving excitement and adventure. Roskin is the son of King Kraganere and the heir of Dorkhun; he is also half dwarf and half elf. Hot-headed and impulsive he craves adventure and experience.

The story follows him as he serves ‘a year of isolation to find his inner peace.’ It was interesting to read a story with a privileged dwarf at its centre going through his own rite of passage.

I particularly enjoyed Roskin’s interactions and relationship with the old warrior Red who serves as wise counsel and mentor to the green Roskin. Together they get into plenty of brawls and scrapes. The action is not for the sake of it as the reader can see Roskin learning from his mistakes. He also takes quite a few knocks as he evolves from a coddled royal into a hardened traveller and adventurer.

As well as Red, the young dwarf is joined on his journey with some unusual and interesting characters such as Molgheon a female dwarf, Vishghu a female ogre, and Kwarck, a half-elf wizard. I would have liked a little more depth and back story but perhaps that is missing the point as Adams keeps the action coming thick and fast.

This is very much a ‘land divided’ with many kingdoms and disputed areas. There are also three types of dwarf: Tredjards, the Ghaldeons, and the Kiredurks. Factor in disputed human, elvish and orcish lands and you have a melting pot and plenty of scope for conflict and danger.

The novel is packed with in-fighting and scheming as well as an impressive roll call of dwarves, elves, humans, ogres and orcs. Roskin’s main quest is to find and return a stolen platinum statue known as ‘The Brotherhood of Dwarves’ which used to symbolise the unity of the nations in the past.

The unlikely group of allies assembled around Roskin find themselves venturing to Black Rock, an imposing fortress to retrieve the artefact. I would have liked more background and detail on the statue and after being mentioned it is never brought up again, but perhaps as this is a series of books its importance will become more apparent later.

I really enjoyed learning of the differences in culture between all of the lands. Adams is great at reminding us that there are many languages spoken including orcish and elvish. This helps in making this world solid and more vivid.

Roskin certainly discovers the harsh realities of this world as he endures first-hand the suffering of the slaves at the Slithsythe Plantation which is ran by amoral and sadistic orcs.

I found the addition of buffalo to this fantasy world unusual but I suppose there is no rule book saying that there can’t be. The plantation also seems to belong more to the Antebellum South of the nineteenth century than fantasy fiction but again it is used to good effect in highlighting the cruelty of the orcs.

The novel is short and sharp but always entertaining even if it does end rather abruptly. The main purpose of this entry seems to be in setting the scene: introducing characters as well as the history and geography that I am sure we will get to know much better. It’s a good opening effort and I will be looking out for the sequels and hope they will give us a little more depth to what is a promising start.