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The origin of the Star Trek series, from original concept to the finished broadcasted pilot. Birth of Star Trek Part 3
Where No Man Has Gone BeforeStar Trek Part 3
As one door closes, another opens
The origin of the Star Trek series, from original concept to the finished broadcasted pilot. The Birth of Star Trek Part 2
We all have dreams. Sometimes it takes a while for them to take off.
The origin of the Star Trek series, from original concept to the finished broadcasted pilot. Birth of
Star Trek part 1
On June 24, 1947, the first "flying saucer" was sighted.
It was actually a lost Captain's Yacht (Star Trek TNG) Read: THE CALYPSO FIVE - short story The Sighting
The Calypso
Imagine arriving home and finding that a major change has just been forced into your life. Then imagine being told that this coarse intrusion was done out of love.
The holidays stir within me a variety of warm and comforting emotions from my youth but there will always be one tough-love situation that reminds me of a not so good time.
Close to a year prior to this controlled existence, my mother had begun talking to herself in what sounded like another language. After listening to it for a while, I could tell it was really a string of phrases, which made sense only to her. At a young age, I’d learned that some churchgoers might speak in tongues when they felt religiously excited but what my mother was doing was more conversational. This dialect seemed only mildly strange to my brother and me but it became apparent that it was increasingly bugging the crap out of my father. They'd have arguments about why she felt the need to talk to herself. As they would negotiate this issue back and forth, my mother would throw in a couple of words from her language for good measure. Keep in mind, my mother talking to herself, never stopped her from doing her housework or from performing any of her other responsibilities. Anyhow, this nutty situation went on for a while and I guess my father couldn’t take it anymore. He finally got together with my uncle (my mother’s brother) and they contrived a plan to get my mother some psychiatric help. It took a few days for me to put together the whole story but this is what occurred.
My uncle told my mother that he had some ailment and that he needed to go to the hospital. He asked that she and my father go with him. Of course, when they got there, the questions being asked were all about my mother. Soon afterwards, based on what my father had prior told the doctors, they proceeded to admit my mother for evaluation. Let’s just say that my mother was not happy about the idea and did not stay willingly. That evening, when I arrived home from school and heard about the situation, my head was spinning. Things had always seemed so “normal” in the house. My brother and I finally rationalized that maybe it would be best if she did get some help. A few days later, my father was bringing my mother back home. What I was told was that overall they could find nothing wrong with her. I had this image of the doctors giving her some pills to calm her nerves but that was about it. Once she was back home, at first, things were a bit strained between my mom and dad but gradually life went back to the way it was before. My mother would talk to herself but to a lesser degree. As I got older, I learned a few things. When I was fourteen, my mother would have been about forty-nine years old. Part of my mother’s issues might have been due to her going through menopause with the variety of physical symptoms and anxiety that accompany it. This premise might not explain everything but she was obviously going through some changes, some of which my father had never seen before in their marriage. The doctors probably had a chuckle when they realized this and then sent her home. Understand that this is all speculation on my part but it seems to make sense. In retrospect, my father was convinced that the doctors had a way to help her get better. It must have been difficult for him to follow through with his plan. I’m certain on one hand, he wanted his quiet wife back but I truly believe that his primary motive for taking her to the hospital was one of love. They were married for thirty-six years until my father passed away. In comparison to some other families and their stories, the above might sound tame and I’m appreciative for the minimal amount of drama that we experienced. I thank God and those two loving people for helping to keep my brother and me sane.
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4/6/2018 12:38:25 am Actually, I appreciate your story. All the honesty and efforts were appreciated, and I want o thank you for opening your hearts to us. I can relate with your story so much because I also have this special love for my parents. It's the kind of love you cannot explain simply because it's too special to have a definition. At the same time, the love of your father to your mom was too strong. I wish to find that kind of love at the right time and I hope that the person who will receive it will value me as much as I value them! 
It's Valentine's Day once again. Men are out there desperately looking for someone they can unselfishly give flowers or candy or jewelry or something really special to. This is being done (supposedly) to make the other person feel romantically ecstatic for the next 364 days. Unfortunately, as the collective sound of "Awwww" is heard when well-written cards are opened and the red helium filled ballon-hearts begin to fly towards the clouds, there is still something missing. And you know what it is.
Whether you believe it was a priest who secretly married Roman soldiers in defiance of church law, or that an imprisoned Valentine, before his death, wrote a letter to his jailor's daughter (a letter signed "From your Valentine"), by the Middle Ages, legends like these made Valentine's Day the most popular holiday in England and France.
Let me be straight with you (in a manner of speaking), does anyone really believe that men suddenly change their stripes because of a date on a calendar? Many times, the 14th of February is used as an excuse to be especially close to a "loved one." Valentine's day
In other words, Valentine's Day is simply a candy-coating of what goes on the rest of the year. According to the theory of instinctual male sex drives (Dyllon's Law XXV, 2011), "Man is driven by his need to procreate in an attempt to perpetuate the human species." Many would call this an excuse for a guy to pursue the person (or persons) in his sights. Many more would agree that this is only part of the story.
Fortunately or unfortunately, sex drive is part of our DNA. Humanity has struggled with it for millennia and will continue to do so for a very long time. The push-me, pull-you that a man usually feels when meeting someone new, hopefully evolves into a civilized relationship, which we call romance. Regardless of my theories, I've alway been a sucker for romance, so I'll leave it at that. HAPPY St. VALENTINE'S DAY everyone. Valentine's
Presently, I'm approaching completion of the second draft of my upcoming book, BEYOND THE CASTLE ON THE HILL. I've always found that it helps the flow of my writing to create drawings of characters that I'm trying to breathe life into. One of these characters, Dora, not only goes through an emotional evolution and but a physical one as well. I was curious to see if I could catch these fleeting images outside of my imagination and make them come alive. The following is the result of that exploration, which I call Drawing Dora.
Drawing Dora
I asked a few artists from Fiverr.com to do renditions of my character to get a fresh outlook of what they believe the character might look like. After giving a detailed description of my vision of Dora, I was sent the following examples:
I was most impressed by the #4 rendition of the Dora character. With the help of Photoshop, I first added grey tones but that seemed too plain and just not real enough. I then played with different color combinations until I came up with something I was happy with for Dora's skin tone and uniform.
Finally, I found a background that suited the mood of the finished drawing.
Besides providing more ideas for my story, I plan to use the drawings to advertise the upcoming book, BEYOND THE CASTLE ON THE HILL. Who knows, it might even be the final book cover.
Watch out for the next journal entry.
Check out the previous journal entries for more info on Beyond the Castle on the Hill. 
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