ALL IS FAIR IN RAIN

Hello everyone, everywhere,

Well, it’s been one crazy week. Our studio for Soulful Noize will be ready on Wednesday and I’m hoping to see my present too. We’re all very excited. It’s unbelievable: I’ve been playing for forty-seven years and I’ve never had anyone build a studio for me before.

The weather has been kind of funny, but hey, no snow. And they are already talking about double digits next week, so great.

I want to talk for a minute about this story. I pulled this one out of the archives. It’s called The Hedge, and I started this story way back in the beginning of 2014. I never got too far with it, not too far at all. But I’ve got back to it, and it’s funny. You’re going to love the characters because I do. They’re a riot. I’ve given you part one today and then next week we’re just going to keep going. This is a great story. Kids will love it. Parents, read it to your kids, or kids, read it to your parents.

That’s it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest.

THE HEDGE

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It was dark and cold for October but little Davey Kufnik felt not only cold, but now… afraid. As he looked across the yard Davey thought, I might be crazy, but I swear, that hedge across the yard is watching me. He could not understand for the life of him (and he was nine you know) why that hedge was wearing slippers. Well I’m going to need the gang, Davey thought.

Now the gang consisted of Donnie McQuirk, eight years old, with moppy brown hair and glasses. Donnie had a funny sense of humour. He was always pretending to be in a fight—except there was no one else there.  Actually though, he was quite good at it. As his grandpa always used to say, “You can let the chickens out of the barn but you’ll never find the dog.”

And then there was a girl. It was okay though. She was kind of like one of the guys. Lacey Funnel was eight. She was smarter than Davey and Donnie, but they didn’t know it. Lacey lived next door to Davey, so that’s why she was in the gang.

We will return to these guys in a bit.

(NEVER EVER GIVE UP).

By jamesghutcheson

I FEEL A CHANGE IS COMING

Hello everyone, everywhere,

Wow has this week been crazy! The big election:  that’s all people are talking about. Except for baseball. But luckily they figured out a way to show the baseball game and the results at the same time, so you’ll get your fill of both of them if you’re so inclined. Well, whoever gets in, I hope they do a better job than what’s been going on so far. We’ll leave it at that on that subject.

Now on to things that are more exciting. Michelle has let me finish Windswept! And on the music side of things, our new studio will be done in about ten days. We’ll me moving in, and so will my new drums. Yahoo to that!

Everybody seems to be fine. Michelle and I, and of course Dean, are all good. Barb, I hope you had something to eat. There’s just a lot going on. That’s all I can say.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest. And now I present the conclusion of Windswept. I hope you enjoy.

WINDSWEPT – CONCLUSION

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Aeris opened the door and found James waiting for her.  Slowly the two lovers strolled toward the reality that awaited them both. The sea screamed and wept as it splashed against the hulls. There was no turning back.

Aeris tried not to look into James’ eyes, for she knew the tears would come too fast to catch. But in the end she turned to James and spoke, at first so softly that the birds were leaning on their branches just to hear. “You know my heart swells, James Burton, at just the feel of your eyes upon me. Your departure, however, has left me with almost too many memories to hold.”

Why do leaves rustle ominously when a big event is about to happen? The sun was waking up, the seagulls were screaming and darting about the ship. There was a chill in the air. Aeris and James made it to shore where they stood, as James looked out to sea. Aeris turned her head slowly and saw the other men who were preparing for the voyage. She saw their women and children, and the tears, and the hugs and she knew this was all too real.

Like in all stories, James boarded the ship. As the tides started to pull him out, James yelled, “I’ll come back for you! Don’t forget me!”

Aeris waved, as she waved her eyes filled with tears, and she yelled to James, “I will wait for you as long as it takes. I’ll wait, James Burton. I’ll wait.”

And wait she did.

That’s all.

(NEVER EVER GIVE UP).

By jamesghutcheson

TOTALLY NOT DONE

Hello everyone everywhere,

Well, this week has been a real hoot, I’ll tell you. I found out that our new studio for Soulful Noize will be ready a week from Wednesday. And with the grand opening comes a brand new set of drums. For me! (As long as I’m with the band, because they’ll take them away from me I’m sure). Anyway, we’re all excited and we have lots of new ideas that we’re kicking around. I think it’s going to be very cool.

The weather’s been holding up. No snow yet! I took my lawn chairs off my gigantic deck (har har) and then I put them back again because the weather turned nice.

I’m swimming again, like a fish. (Or as Dean says, maybe more like a fish in a tin). But Michelle always cheers me on no matter what. Except when I’m writing this bloody story which is never going to end. I thought I was going to wrap it up but Michelle says different. So on that note, part 3 will be next week. That could be the end, or…

That’s it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment and…rest.

WINDSWEPT – Part II

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Slowly the two lovers strolled back to the reality that awaited them both. And as quickly as sand falls through your fingers, the dock and the surroundings became quiet. You could feel the concern on their faces. The sea screamed and wept as it splashed against the hulls. There was no turning back, only ahead.

The sky cleared as the morning went on. Time to go, the trees cried in the wind, and the wind, well, it just cried. Aeris tried not to look into James’ eyes, for she knew the tears would come too fast to catch. But in the end she turned to James and spoke, at first so softly that the birds were leaning on their branches just to hear. “You know, my heart swells, James Burton, at just the feel of your eyes upon me. Your departure, however, has left me with almost too many memories to hold.”

(NEVER EVER GIVE UP)

By jamesghutcheson

YOU KNOW IT’S COMING….BRRRR

Hello everyone everywhere,

Well obviously things are changing. It’s getting colder. But Fall is not done yet. I hear we have some nice weather coming, so yahoo! Don’t put the lawn chairs away yet.

I try not to get involved with world politics or take sides, but enough is enough. This craziness has to stop. It has to stop. These boys have got to stay home. Enough already. How much beauty has to be destroyed? How many people have to be running for their lives, from their own homes. These governments have got to take a stand. Seriously, enough is enough. That’s all I’ve got to say on that, but it keeps me up. I worry about those people. I worry about the madness. That’s what I worry about the most. Anyways, that’s enough of that.

I’ve decided that I’m going to start showing you some of my earlier work that I’m reworking. Some of the pieces are three years old and it’s time to bring them to life. I want to introduce you to a story that I wrote in 2013. It’s called Windswept, and I put out a page or two of it before, but now I’m going to give you more of it. I find it a fascinating tale, so you’ll get some tonight, and more next week. It’s a tale of young love, of passion, and of dreams.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment, and …rest. And now….

WINDSWEPT

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That morning cried for sunshine. The sea chopped and rose as the grey sky cast a cold wind across the shoulders of all who were out that day. Aeris Stockton made her way down to the water. Her hair danced in the wind. She stood there like she had every day since James was hired to go to sea. And every day she prayed for him, knowing he would be gone soon enough. No one saw the tears either.

The day was Tuesday. It was raining. Not hard, more of a mist.

Aeris collected herself and approached the door, gazing at herself in the mirror that hung on the wall in the front room. Her eyes told the story. This was the day James would be getting on that damn ship.

(Never ever give up).

By jamesghutcheson