Conversations on Magic: ‘Genetic Joe’

Conversations on Magic: ‘Genetic Joe’

‘Genetic Joe’ had approached me many times before, yet I had not known his name. This time he came right out and let me know where he was coming from. “My good man, it is quite obvious that you have committed the genetic fallacy concerning magic.” I was taken aback. “You have the advantage of me, sir. I’m not familiar with the term. What is the genetic fallacy?” “Ah, yes, the genetic fallacy. It is the very good friend of literalists and legalists and fundamentalists … you know, people like you.” He paused and looked at me meaningfully. I was curious, so I decided to respond to his opening remark. “Do you think literalists, legalists, and fundamentalists are good terms or bad terms?” He was incredulous. “A question like that need not be asked, isn’t it obviously bad?” He looked knowingly at the man on his right. There was a small group of people now inching closer to hear our conversation. A pricking in my heart told me that I had probably been guilty, many times before, of what I was about to accuse ‘Genetic Joe’ of, but I thought it better to bring it up and clear the air anyway. “I see. Were you calling me names?” His eyes widened. I continued. “You know, trying to weaken my side of the argument by associating me with something that is perceived in the negative? Isn’t it irrelevant to the argument whether or not I am a fundamentalist? “Those listening to our conversation, or even you, might reject my ideas based on who I am rather than by examining the...
The Green Archer Intro

The Green Archer Intro

I’ve got the fourth book of the Peleg Chronicles outlined – about 40 pages of notes, and I’m excited. And Nervous. It’s been a long time since I’ve written, and the doubts have begun. Especially after two of my readers were a little uncomfortable with chapter one. So, in my weakness, I’ve run to the scriptures to make sure I’m aligning myself properly with His Word, with the mind of Christ. I’m reassessing, but still hopeful. In the meantime, I thought I would post the introduction to book 4, which I’m pretty sure will be called ‘The Green Archer”. Here’s the rough draft:   Mamma, the giant badger, ambled through the den. She checked the main exit, sniffed the air, and turned back into the main run. She paused at her skunks; all three were tucked away into a small chamber. They did not stir for they were in their time of the deep-sleep. She turned at the next intersecting run, and found the rest of her clan, six badgers in all; they too were sleeping. It was the middle of the day, they had eaten much in their last night’s hunt, and so they were tired. But not Mamma. A restlessness was upon her. Ever since the battle with the bright-shinies, she found herself wondering about her very own man-thing. What had become of him? She entered his chamber next, moved among his belongings, and smelled them. In the corner was a wooden chest. She had seen him peering into it at times. Using her paws, she managed to open it quickly enough. Inside were clothes the color...