Note: Longer article.

I forgot how challenging it can be to work on this series.

Regardless of whether I’m writing new or editing pre-published work.

The day started out normal enough.  Well, sort of.  

When I opened the bedroom curtains the words out of my mouth were, “No way!”

There was snow on the ground and that’s not typical for where I live.

Not unheard of but at this point?  Not typical.

As I went to sit at my desk while the coffee brewed I took note not just that I really like the new setup but that my desk is on a rather significant angle.

To the left.

My laptop on the desk is also angled left.

As are a number of items placed to the left of the laptop.

This peculiarity goes back to second grade when the nuns forced a number of us South Paws to write with our right hands.

My father, to whom the same thing happened, told me I could choose to do so and become ambidextrous, or I could spend the rest of my Catholic school career being harassed and – as what had just happened – being told it was Satan who was responsible for the infirmity.

It was a challenge, not the least of which was because I kept turning my paper to the left.

Right-handers were supposed to turn our papers to the right. She just didn’t get it. I was NOT a right-hander!

For weeks the nun would snatch the paper from beneath me, crumple it up, snap at me to start all over.

After grabbing my shoulder and shaking me til my teeth clacked together while calling me out in some Eastern European language I didn’t understand.

She also grabbed the pencil out of my hand and threw it.

I hated having to reach beneath the heat ducts to retrieve it. Spider webs and spider eggs. Just yuck.

In the end I managed to get to the point I could write with my paper straight up.  However, the fact I was a leftie writing right meant my letters had interesting slants, and shapes.

The nun in 6th grade called me out for my f’s and t’s which were straight up and down.  As it was something I couldn’t really fix, given the nature of the cause, I spent the year getting 1/2 points taken off my papers.

Outside school no one had a problem with my infirmity.

I could hit right or left-handed in softball though my coach focused on my right swing. I could also throw right or left-handed which helped getting people out on third.

When I was in 9th grade I took typing.

Manual typewriter. 

I well remember the teacher’s reaction when I moved the stand to the left side of the typewriter and proceeded to angle the typewriter left.

She was beyond irritated.

Rather than accept her marking me down when I was doing fine on the exercises – very few errors – I went to the Principal.

Who intervened.

Throughout college and in the years after, various people have commented on the fact I write with my right hand but turn my paper left.

Nothing compared to the comments I got in the Corporate Black Hole because I moved my CRT and angled my chair.

The guys on my bowling league loved that I could bowl either left or right-handed.

Great for pickups.

In 1995, I was injured playing volleyball and lost the use of my right wrist and hand for several weeks. I took the opportunity to learn to write left-handed.

Something I’d actually started years earlier. This was just a chance to make it legible.

I was astonished when people I worked with made disparaging remarks that I was writing with my left hand.

Though usually holding up my right wrist – in a support cast – ended the conversation.

As I sat down with my Metatron’s Army coffee mug, glanced at the one I use for pens and pencils – Will Haunt for EMFs – I felt a bit of pride.  It was my space – without the criticism.

Nit-picky that it was all those years.

The next bit of interest came as I thought about the Author’s Note at the opening of the book I’m working on, Bishop Pair.

2nd in the series. 

I smiled as I thought about my time interning at ECD.  It was such an honor to talk with Stan Ovhsinsky, Ric Ito, and the crew about various aspects of the NDE.

Sub-atomic physics aspects.

Definitely one of the better memories of difficult years.

In high school, I’d already started working on Metatron’s Army.

Details of which are found in Lessons From the Edge: An Author’s Guide to Metatron’s Army.

As I got to the Lecture on Time, which is found in Bishop Pair and Lessons from the Edge, I was taken back to when I received it.

Back in 2016 when I was just starting to work on getting the story ready to publish.

For several seconds I stared at the screen.  There was one detail I omitted when writing the scene.

At that point – 2016 – I was still getting used to the idea of sharing something so deeply personal – my relationship to Metatron and the NDE – with the world.

Maybe it’s that work with the basket but I decided to add the detail to the revised edition.

In the scene, Christine (Cirhce), is looking at the individual who came on stage to give the lecture.


She tried to make out the insignia just below his left shoulder.

“Pay attention, Princess.”


She tried to make out the insignia just below his left shoulder.  It looked like a -.  She frowned.  It resembled the symbol associated with Aten, the Egyptian god of the sun. 

“Pay attention, Princess.”

In the original I’d left out what the insignia looked like.  The decision to reveal that now has two parts.

  • The basket.
  • The dude

While both are significant, it’s the second I will address here.

I mentioned “the dude” has put in an appearance, revealing more information.

About the NDE.

This isn’t the first time he’s showed up in order to have me work on one thing or another.

I’ve mentioned solving the equation while working on Bind and Lessons From the Edge.

Several months ago, as I was starting down the journey of author transformation, he showed up and we had a talk.

He talked to me about a variety of things related to the transformation.

He has always taken a serious interest in my desire to be a writer.  Hm, he’s known as God’s scribe.  Maybe he understands the challenge of being a writer?

At one point he drew a symbol in a notebook, turned it so I could get a good look at it.  My immediate response was, “Hey, that’s the symbol that guy had on his lapel.”

The guy giving the Lecture on Time.

He gave me information about the symbol then turned to other matters he wanted to discuss with me.

But not before having me draw the symbol in one of my notebooks.

Which are available in the store.

Feeling I should recognize the symbol – that I’d seen it before – I went online and began looking for a match.

I initially thought it might be Aztec or Mayan.

I found the symbol before I found the association and when I did see a name I was confused.

I thought Re was the Egyptian sun god.

Turns out the symbol I saw was associated with the Egyptian god Aten.

I have a feeling this stage of the continuing MA adventure has just begun.

Stay tuned.


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