A Trip To Serenity.

Hi every one of you. Sorry once again for the delay.  I’m learning this as I go.  So anyway, since I talked to you last, I have been busy. If you don’t know, I work with differently-abled musicians, under the direction of the only damn sane one in the studio. We meet three hours a day, three times a week. The music is incredible. The focus we bring to the table is astonishing. Tom Ball is the musical director of this journey we are on. He delivers, knowledge, wisdom, understanding and great technical and musical skills. Now me , When I write I go to my deck put up the umbrella find the right music- and I’m gone. I am a true – women lovin’, beer drinking, rock-‘n-roll needing CANADIAN. I love my country (but who doesn’t love their country) and I have been happy in Alberta.  All right that’s my fun side. The writing is more than serious. I am on a mission to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves. This is as excerpt from my very first piece.

These were the hardest words I have ever wrote. It’s called

“A Group of One”

In here lies the story.

Downtown anywhere, night has shaken the stars awake and the wind and the trees start whispering a symphony. Like a haunting cello, the wind dances across the barren street as the lonely man walks passionately into it. As if kissed by an old lover, whose face is long gone, the memory of her smell, her feel, the taste of her body, and her blue eyes yearning–pull a tear from this soul that has been trodden on so many times before.

(Never Ever Give Up)


By jamesghutcheson

An excerpt from the story “Charles Campbell Alexander’s Last Day”

This excerpt that I am presenting, is based on the only real person in any of my stories and I want this out there! Peace to you all, welcome aboard, follow my dream. Here we go.

“I’ve lost some great friends, but the little ones always rip me. That little boy fought the hardest fight I ever knew. We lost him to cancer. He was so little, yet so brave. I think his name was Anderson, but for all I know it could have been ‘NIMCHUK’.”

(In memory of Joseph Nimchuk, lost at age 15, Never Forgotten. Peace be with you).

By jamesghutcheson

Hi folks around the world and at home..Lets go!

Today is the first day of a new adventure. I am starting a Blog, which is so new for me. These last few months have been a whirlwind of new information and new skills that I can now proudly say I’m capable of.

I guess I should explain, that I am a person living with a severe brain injury. My story is not that long, but it sure has been an interesting one none-the-less. I have had many difficult things to face within my time and not all were accessible in my mind, but somehow I’m still here and that’s real. I won’t sugar coat my life, because that’s not real. 

I used to be a musician, I always worked. (I still dabble in it here and there) Now I find myself filling my days with writing. Some people are convinced that a person with a brain injury can’t do anything this fantastic, but, let me tell you with over 7 short story’s under my belt, I CAN do this! I love writing and filling someone’s mind with pictures, smells and characters all from my own imagination. One day, not yet – but one day I will be a published writer and everyone every where will see that a person with some sort of disability cannot be held back. We are not disabled, we are just “differently-able’d.” 

Thank you
James G Hutcheson

(Never Ever Give Up)