The Novel and a lost Art Form

      It's said in the U.S. alone there are more than 80,000 novels published in print or as an Ebook every year.

People read less today than at any other time in history. The reasons are multiple and we as a world suffer when our collective abilities at storytelling are forgotten. Imagine if you will hundreds of years ago, a native American society or perhaps Aborgininal down under where young people gathered to hear the elders tell their stories. These could have been mythological or anecdotal and it was by that means the culture stimulated the minds of his youth.

     Today we see people fiddling with FaceBook or maybe YouTube, their attention spans are small.

   If you want to write, I invite you to begin writing some flash fiction or a short story. The Flash can run as few as 1000 words and a short story, easily less than 5000 words. By using language we stimulate thought and participation in a society lost to celebrities and the Gates billionaire class directing their agendas.

 Another teaser from the soon be published Novelette, Stone-Bones all rights reserved copyright Garrison Davis, 2020

Dimly I saw Dog take dead trees, add them to the burn. I caught a glimpse of something, a creature, maybe a wolf just outside lurking. The sky had now turned into a flashcube. Blue lights flashing everywhere. My mind,  sharper than I had ever known, I connected with Dog’s thoughts. They were calm and not evil. Outside was wicked, and it had found us.  The Shaman man now naked in the mystical pulsating aurora haze. His body shot sparks. It was then, what could never be, was.

 Drain was crying; wailed, like a  baby, she came forward dressed in radiant white, Sammy, his mother. Out of the dark, she had come back from the dead. She looked beautiful and well, with no sign of cancer’s ravages.

   Sammy then lay hands-on, stroked Zane’s straggled brown hair. She caressed him. The specter spoke,     “It’s over now, baby boy,  pain is gone. You will come to me; Mamma will wipe every tear.

    I love you, Zander; you love me too. Your hair has grown so long love, it needs a cut.”

   The three of us stood shoulder to shoulder, I reached out for Pipe’s hands. “It ain’t  real, Dude, your Ma is dead, she isn’t real, stay put, don’t move.”

                         

                 Why Mothers will always be Important

  Today we recall if  you're my age, your mother. Mine, Elizabeth passed away yesterday it seems, no it was eighteen years gone. She had done her best, she had weathered the course of five births and raising alone, for the most part, four children.

  Here I sit a wannabe author writing books probably nobody will read,  I do remember my Mamma.

So of you may recall, if you had a TV in the mid-nineteen fifties a series on CBS called, " I Remember Mamma?
 As a kid, I had my Mamma, she was young and so was I. I surely lived in fear that somehow my fate would be what orphans experience, no Mamma.

  When I had matured, I became a wannabe expert in every field that a library had a book about.

I knew about Freud and others, how what we think we are, well, it's just not quite true. We begin to experience and remember when we are still inside our Mamma and after birth, those experiences people say a baby doesn't recall, we know now are buried deep in the unknown spooky realm of the unconscious.

 So I was a baby, only four pounds, separated too early,  put on life support. If I had been born anywhere else or at a different time, I would have a little lamb's stone in the family plot.
Can I blame my lackluster life to being with no Mamma for months after birth? Well, we can't go there, we do know premature babies have a hard time in life, some more than others.

After a child is born, we must have our mothers and if we are separated, permanent brain damage results. If you doubt and how could you, read the work of Harry Harlow and the little monkey who had only a cloth mother to cling to. Harlow was later accused of animal abuse and who could deny what he did was cruel, even for a monkey. 

Imagine if you will all over the world children without loving mothers or worse none at all.