It’s That Roswell Crap Again!

I had a dream last night that I was taken from my bed to an alien spacecraft where they performed rather horrific scientific experiments on my body. The alien creatures were nasty looking, big headed bastards with huge eyes and tiny mouths. Their skin looked like old shoe leather and even though they were short in stature, they were extremely strong for their size.

After they were finished probing my body with strange and painful equipment, they stood back, and I swear, there were smiles on their ugly, tiny mouths. The grins were ominous in nature and I feared the worst was yet to come.

As I struggled with my restraints to get free, another taller creature entered the room. This alien was close to six feet tall and appeared to be female, sort of. It came close to the table and looked down at my shaking, naked body and smiled a wicked grin. Oh, my God, tell me it isn’t so – it was taking its clothes off!

I had read about possible cross breeding with aliens, but I thought it was nonsense. As the creature started to climb up on the table, I awoke to find my wife shaking me violently, saying, “Wake up, Mitt, you’re having a nightmare! I swear this is the last time you are watching science fiction horror movies before going to sleep.”

She has a point,

Mittster

OMG….

I saw bright stars early this morning. Sounds like a stupid statement, but because of light and smoke pollution there are nights when you can only see the very brightest stars from the Verde Valley in Arizona. I maintain that when we can no longer see stars from earth, the human race will become extinct.

I don’t necessarily mean extinct like the dinosaurs; what I mean is dead emotionally and spiritually. Viewing the heavens has been part of mans growth from the very beginning of time. They (the stars) have sparked our imaginations and given impetus to our spiritual growth down through the ages.

I remember growing up in southern California and seeing beautiful, bright stars clear down to the horizon. The sight never ceased to amaze me and I always felt small and insignificant, but at the same time the Milky Way always inspired me and made me feel close to my God. Without this inspiration, the human race will truly lose the most compelling proof that there is something vastly more important and mighty than our egos make us out to be.

I don’t fear the end of the Mayan calendar, Nostradamus or Armageddon. There are a million ways for life to end and end it must – that is the way of things. What I fear is losing my humanity before I pass on. My hope is we can all look up at billions of bright stars in the universe as we prepare to leave our beautiful blue planet.

I’m just saying,

Mittster

It's that UFO crap again!

I was in the middle of researching background for my new murder mystery Day Stalker this morning, when I had a rare flashback of a cigar shaped flying saucer I saw while on the way to the San Diego County Fair in 1953. I know that if I don't stop writing long enough to let the moment pass, it will bug me for hours.

The flashback is like something caught in a strobe light, brilliant, sharply focused and unforgettable. Right now I am thinking, Why in the hell would I write about this crap in my blog? Do I crave criticism and ridicule? Am I trying to alienate (no pun intended) readers or worse yet, future book customers?

It is really none of the above; what I am trying to do is stop and smell the roses. We fiction writers get caught up in our own fantasy world which is hard to exit for food and drink. I went into the kitchen, brought back a glass of orange juice, stretched, sat down at my desk, and then Googled UFOs. Why not spend a few minutes and see what there is to see?

If you click on the title of this blog, you will see what I found. Go ahead and take a few minutes to smell the craziness.

Have fun, space nut; I am going back to work!