In January 2009, I began writing a story that would encompass all that I had learned and entertained concerning the mysteries of mankind. I wanted it to be set in a place that I was familiar with, but also in areas around the world that have always interested me and millions of others who have always found certain landmarks and cities fascinating and mysterious, if not inexplicable.
During the five and a half years of writing this story, I learned more and more, not just about the different landmarks like the Egyptian Pyramids, Stonehenge, and the constellations, but that people are still people regardless of the era they lived. I took my time with this story, because I wanted it to be enjoyable, suspenseful and give anyone who should read it, a different outlook on how history has been presented.
I finished writing this story on July 4th of 2014. I have written one other novel in which I finished prior to the start of this one, but after countless letters to agents and publishers, I knew it was going to be a hard road to get a book published based on its controversial content concerning conspiracy theories which led to the creation of this new novel. Also, I needed some sort of help in order to become a published author, and on September 2nd, 2014, that help came to me in a way that I never saw coming.
Every Labor Day weekend for the past few years, I have made a point to go somewhere I’ve never been, but usually far away from home that I would have to fly. I originally decided to go to Puerto Rico for a few days, but before scheduling the trip, I felt that the extra charges in the fine print of the agreement were too much. I decided against going to Puerto Rico, and just days before my trip, I decided to go to San Diego, California.
I had always wanted to see California. Los Angeles was too big to walk around, and San Francisco was probably not as warm, so San Diego was where I decided to go. As I do in bigger cities, I walked around the town and saw some amazing things like a man with no arms playing a guitar and singing, numerous groups of beautiful women on bachelorette parties on a Saturday night, the west coast sunsets, a Padres/Dodgers game, sea lions at the dock where I went fishing, numerous bars and restaurants, the beauty of the city and great weather.
Somewhere along the end of the trip I felt that I had lost my motivation for everything in general. I could blame it on being so far from home and no familiar faces around me, but I was soon to have that motivation back , if not more than ever. I flew from San Diego to Atlanta and then from Atlanta to Charlotte, North Carolina. I was in my seat on the plane and the person to my right had not shown up yet. I watched as the people would pass and wondered which large person or which mother with the crying baby would be sitting beside me for the hour long flight. To my surprise, it was none of those people.
I noticed a young petite blonde woman walking down the aisle. She reminded me of a bartender I once knew in Columbia, South Carolina, but it wasn’t her. She sat down in the seat to my right which was the window seat. I asked her where she was from. She said she was from Australia, but now lived in New York City. I thought this was pretty fascinating because I had just been to New York City the previous Labor Day, and I had always wanted to see the Land Down Under.
Instead of asking her name, I asked what she did for a living. She replied, “I’m an author and also I consult other authors.”
I smirked and couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was able to contain myself pretty well without her noticing what I was about to say next. I told her that I had just finished writing a novel of my own in July. She looked at me with a sense of determination directly in my eyes and said, “You must let me help you.”
I said that I would be glad to let her help me. I gave her my name and she told me her name was Liana. We continued to talk on the flight about what I needed to do in order for my book to become published to a nationwide or worldwide audience. As soon as I was off of the plane, I started doing some of the things that I needed to do. Four months later with guidance of the author of The Earth Diet, Liana Werner-Gray, I was able to set things in order. The creation and launch of this website is a critical step in what will help turn my ideas over the past six years into a real life, tangible book that can be read one day by potentially millions.
I always had a feeling that somehow, some way that this book would be published. I never had any idea, the one person who could help me turn my ideas and goals into reality, would be someone sitting beside me on a plane. The chances of this happening were very slim. It’s rare that you meet people who can help you along the road of life in such improbable circumstances.
I value my words and I value the people who take time to read what I write. I write because I feel it’s only fair to pass on what I have learned and what I have gained in this world to people who are willing to listen, and those in search of the same virtues I seek.
Life has a way about it that has no rhyme or reason, in good and bad situations. If I had gone to Puerto Rico, then none of the last four months would have happened the way it did. If I had taken a straight flight from San Diego to Charlotte, these past few months would have been very different. The people I have met through Facebook, the creation of my author page, and the ideas that I have been blessed to share would not have ever happened. Looking back at these past few months, I see that anything that has happened over the past six years has lead me up to this point of my life. The dream I had that inspired the novel, the books I read, the places I traveled, the choices I made each and every day of my life has helped make the present a culmination of all that happened before it. This happens in everyone’s life to a certain extent, but the realization of this has made a huge impact on me.
The people I’ve met and conversations I’ve had over the years, like everyone else, has shaped who I am and how I think. It’s amazing to look back and see how the events of your life can bring about a good future or a bad one based on even the simplest of decisions. We never know what the future holds or who will pop in or out of our lives, but there’s always something to learn from their presence.
I’ll write more on this and other aspects of the secret of mankind as time allows. So, in closing this first blog, I thank you for reading. I’ll have more stories about the book and other ideas posted here about once a week. Please subscribe if you haven’t done so already. (It’s free.)
And I thank you, kindly...
Jason
During the five and a half years of writing this story, I learned more and more, not just about the different landmarks like the Egyptian Pyramids, Stonehenge, and the constellations, but that people are still people regardless of the era they lived. I took my time with this story, because I wanted it to be enjoyable, suspenseful and give anyone who should read it, a different outlook on how history has been presented.
I finished writing this story on July 4th of 2014. I have written one other novel in which I finished prior to the start of this one, but after countless letters to agents and publishers, I knew it was going to be a hard road to get a book published based on its controversial content concerning conspiracy theories which led to the creation of this new novel. Also, I needed some sort of help in order to become a published author, and on September 2nd, 2014, that help came to me in a way that I never saw coming.
Every Labor Day weekend for the past few years, I have made a point to go somewhere I’ve never been, but usually far away from home that I would have to fly. I originally decided to go to Puerto Rico for a few days, but before scheduling the trip, I felt that the extra charges in the fine print of the agreement were too much. I decided against going to Puerto Rico, and just days before my trip, I decided to go to San Diego, California.
I had always wanted to see California. Los Angeles was too big to walk around, and San Francisco was probably not as warm, so San Diego was where I decided to go. As I do in bigger cities, I walked around the town and saw some amazing things like a man with no arms playing a guitar and singing, numerous groups of beautiful women on bachelorette parties on a Saturday night, the west coast sunsets, a Padres/Dodgers game, sea lions at the dock where I went fishing, numerous bars and restaurants, the beauty of the city and great weather.
Somewhere along the end of the trip I felt that I had lost my motivation for everything in general. I could blame it on being so far from home and no familiar faces around me, but I was soon to have that motivation back , if not more than ever. I flew from San Diego to Atlanta and then from Atlanta to Charlotte, North Carolina. I was in my seat on the plane and the person to my right had not shown up yet. I watched as the people would pass and wondered which large person or which mother with the crying baby would be sitting beside me for the hour long flight. To my surprise, it was none of those people.
I noticed a young petite blonde woman walking down the aisle. She reminded me of a bartender I once knew in Columbia, South Carolina, but it wasn’t her. She sat down in the seat to my right which was the window seat. I asked her where she was from. She said she was from Australia, but now lived in New York City. I thought this was pretty fascinating because I had just been to New York City the previous Labor Day, and I had always wanted to see the Land Down Under.
Instead of asking her name, I asked what she did for a living. She replied, “I’m an author and also I consult other authors.”
I smirked and couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was able to contain myself pretty well without her noticing what I was about to say next. I told her that I had just finished writing a novel of my own in July. She looked at me with a sense of determination directly in my eyes and said, “You must let me help you.”
I said that I would be glad to let her help me. I gave her my name and she told me her name was Liana. We continued to talk on the flight about what I needed to do in order for my book to become published to a nationwide or worldwide audience. As soon as I was off of the plane, I started doing some of the things that I needed to do. Four months later with guidance of the author of The Earth Diet, Liana Werner-Gray, I was able to set things in order. The creation and launch of this website is a critical step in what will help turn my ideas over the past six years into a real life, tangible book that can be read one day by potentially millions.
I always had a feeling that somehow, some way that this book would be published. I never had any idea, the one person who could help me turn my ideas and goals into reality, would be someone sitting beside me on a plane. The chances of this happening were very slim. It’s rare that you meet people who can help you along the road of life in such improbable circumstances.
I value my words and I value the people who take time to read what I write. I write because I feel it’s only fair to pass on what I have learned and what I have gained in this world to people who are willing to listen, and those in search of the same virtues I seek.
Life has a way about it that has no rhyme or reason, in good and bad situations. If I had gone to Puerto Rico, then none of the last four months would have happened the way it did. If I had taken a straight flight from San Diego to Charlotte, these past few months would have been very different. The people I have met through Facebook, the creation of my author page, and the ideas that I have been blessed to share would not have ever happened. Looking back at these past few months, I see that anything that has happened over the past six years has lead me up to this point of my life. The dream I had that inspired the novel, the books I read, the places I traveled, the choices I made each and every day of my life has helped make the present a culmination of all that happened before it. This happens in everyone’s life to a certain extent, but the realization of this has made a huge impact on me.
The people I’ve met and conversations I’ve had over the years, like everyone else, has shaped who I am and how I think. It’s amazing to look back and see how the events of your life can bring about a good future or a bad one based on even the simplest of decisions. We never know what the future holds or who will pop in or out of our lives, but there’s always something to learn from their presence.
I’ll write more on this and other aspects of the secret of mankind as time allows. So, in closing this first blog, I thank you for reading. I’ll have more stories about the book and other ideas posted here about once a week. Please subscribe if you haven’t done so already. (It’s free.)
And I thank you, kindly...
Jason