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#1 – a new Lone Star Rambler entry is here.

#2 – my Bookbub Author Page is now live. Follow me and leave a review!

I’m headed to Paris. Follow along here or on The Lone Star Rambler blog.

http://adamholtwrites.blogspot.com/2016/01/headed-to-paris-next-week.html

Ever wanted to write but haven’t had the time to start? Well, if you are reading this, the time is now. Join me this this November with #30forThanksgiving on Instagram. Use the writing prompts I post there to kickstart your own writing. https://instagram.com/adamholtwrites/

It’s National Novel Writing Month. You can track my progress on the third Tully Harper book at the webpage or see the app below!

(from Adam’s blog – adamholtwrites.blogspot.com)

Dear Blog,

How am I just telling you? My work was featured on the Astronomical Wonders blog over the summer! I’m flattered and humbled (flambled maybe?) to appear on Tumblr’s most popular astronomy blog. It has over 150,000 followers, more than the population of Waco.

How did this happen?

In June I headed to Space Center Houston for an afternoon. Just me, my books, and a mess of flyers for my Writers Camp. You know, the class that didn’t quite make the necessary enrollment this summer. (Oh, but next summer it is on!) I set up shop beside the robotic ice cream machine. Nothing stops traffic like an ice cream-wielding robot.

…the stuff of dreams and nightmares.

Anyhow, most of my “recruits” for the camp unfortunately lived in other places. Not San Antonio, but places like Dubai, Detroit, or Lufkin.  Probably not flying in for space writer’s camp, no matter how much they’d like. So, instead of recruiting, I ended up talking to a few families about space and my books. Not my goal, but not a bad afternoon.

Toward the end of the day a family approached me – two adults in their twenties with their parents. We talked space and I found out the young man had landed an internship at NASA. Nice! He shared my passion for space and literacy, as did the rest of the family. Nicer! So I ended up selling them two of my books. After the recruitment fail, our chat encouraged me. It’s always great to find the like-minded.

A few weeks passed. I thought nothing of it until the young man emailed and told me he was enjoying my books. Then he asked if he could feature them on his Tumblr blog, Astronomical Wonders. I said sure and decided to look up the blog. When I typed “Astronomical Wonders” into google, it began to finish my words for me. That’s usually a sign of high traffic. That’s cool, I thought, the blog has good web presence. Then I clicked on the blog.

First of all, Astronomical Wonders is gorgeous. The universe was built to be presented on Tumblr. Every image, from montages of the Carina Nebula to gifs of spinning galaxies,  flowed across my iPhone screen like mercury. Post after post rolled under my thumb. It was good. See for yourself.

Then I noticed how many notes each picture had and how many people followed Astronomical Wonders (for good reason).  At that point I realized that my three hours in front of Dippin’ Dots robot produced untold hours of online exposure. Here’s the post. http://astronomicalwonders.tumblr.com/post/126181272718/sneaking-onto-rockets-scientific-literacy

I’m always humbled that people want to read the Tully books, when librarians tell me “they’re still checking them out.” I put a lot of time and creativity into this story. I believe in its meaning, motivations, and characters. They remind me of who I want to be. I need to be like Tully and: follow my dreams; think of three things I’m grateful for before I go to sleep; be honest with my friends when it counts; admire qualities in the people around me; takes changes; go on adventures. And I need to follow the Sacred’s advice: “Go, and do not delay.” “Fight, but do not hate.” There’s lots of going that’s need to be done. Lots of fighting for what is good and just. I need to look up from this computer screen at the ever-living stars. I need to live out my dreams with courage and joy. And so do you.

These books have taken a few years of my life to develop, and though they imperfectly what’s inside my head, I’m doing the best I can with the tools at hand – pen I keep moving, keys I keep clicking.

I encourage you to do the same. It doesn’t matter who you think is watching, whether your face lands on someone’s Tumblr feed today or you’re stuck at a desk doing 9-5. If there is a good God in heaven, he sees and appreciates your efforts. He gave you breath in your lungs, ideas in your head, and work for your hands. Make the most of these things. And supplement them with stargazing and Dippin’ Dot-wielding robots as opportunity allows.

-A

On September 11th I celebrate my grandmother’s birthday, as does the rest of my family. She had nothing but unconditional love and patience for her grandkids, as well as a jar full of Butterfinger’s, and a willingness to stay up until the wee hours of the night watching wrestling and playing poker for pennies with her squirmy grandkids. She had an easy laugh, great sense of humor that she used sparingly, a blind dog named Radar, and a respect (but absolutely no fear) of hurricanes. I couldn’t convince her to leave town during Hurricane Ike. “Don’t you worry about old grandma,” she told me. “I might get sucked out a window, but whatever will be will be.”

She was the best, and her birth, September 11 of all days, reminds me how to live.

September 11th broke her heart. Ever a patriot, the wife of a WWII veteran, she chose to honor the national tragedy and celebrate her birthday earlier in the week for the rest of her life. It was the sort of thing she always chose to do: to put the needs of others before herself, whether it was her grandson’s interest in wrestling and candy or her nation’s need to honor the fallen.

May our national tragedy and the memory of our loved ones inspire us to love our families, our neighbors, and our enemies. This is the best defense of freedom: to use it, to shun self-interest and strive to love others in the way that we love ourselves. It is a high calling, a duty to God, a respect for country, and a reflection of the best of what we have lost.

But it’s not about loss. It’s about rebuilding.  Whatever was broken, let’s rebuild it in the image of all the soldiers that bought freedom abroad and at home, and in the image of the upright grandparents who shower their grandkids with candy, poker, faith, hope, and love.

A rather awesome and totally packed day at Uplift North Hills. Take notice, world – writers are headed your way.  

The 30-minute writing sessions gave students a chance to experience the writing process and discuss its joys and challenges. You know, those great days when “your hand moves of its own accord,” as a 7th grader commented. Then again, we all have those other moments, where that inner voice criticizes every key or penstroke. Quieting that voice is job #1 for the writer. Job #2 is pretty simple. “Keep the pen moving.” That’s all a writer tries to do on a first draft. A writer keeps the pen moving.

Want to be a writer? Well, those are your first two jobs. Done those? Then practice is possible. 15 minutes every day will get you started. Where will it take you? Why don’t you find out?

Go, and do not delay.

-A