I hope everyone is well and surviving this horrible Covid 19 Virus. My heartfelt sorrow is with those impacted by it with the loss of a loved one. Loss changes lives.
Something I haven’t been able to tell many people changes our lives in a dramatic way. Two years ago, now almost three, I collapsed in cardiac arrest. Full blown not responsive, can’t get a pulse no real blood pressure cardiac arrest. I’d had various troubles over the years that I’d passed off as panic attacks. I’d even been in the hospital in 2014 with an ‘episode’ that couldn’t be determined cause or problem. This time they had the ‘episode’ on ekg tape and of course I was “out”.
A team of medical professionals saved my life that day. If I had been out at the farm mowing I probably would not have survived the event. As it happened I was at a truck pull event at the local county fair. The manager of the pull and his wife are EMT’s. They pulled me through. I was shocked twice in the ambulance. While I was non responsive I was still conscious, inside my head. I sometimes think I have PTSD from those shocks. LOL. Better lit up than dead though.
I ended up with a defibrillator and pace maker installed to ward off future episodes.
I’m saying all this because as traumatic as potentially dying was for me inside the ambulance…my wife didn’t know what was going on from outside the ambulance. She drove alone up to the area hospital in Asheville not knowing if she would arrive and be told that I had not survived the trip. She didn’t know anything other than I was not responsive.
There are a lot of people in that situation out there right now. Their loved ones go to the hospital. They can’t accompany them and right now they don’t know if that loved one will ever return home, or if they will get a phone call late one night that their “person” didn’t survive.
It has taken me almost three years to talk about this on this kind of public forum. My life has changed alot. I am well. However, I’m temporarily not narrating right now. But perhaps will go back to it one day in the future. I have high hopes.
We’ve got the final steps in producing “Cowboy Crazy” by Em Petrova. It is the lead novella about the love stories of five brothers in the west. Juicy goodness.
The second volume of the Samsara Chronicles is in process. I’m diligently moving forward with the narration. We’re in about chapter 17 of the work. I am bringing on an engineer to do the edits and production side of things for the project. I’ll be excited to see this one “in the can” so to speak.
Take a peek!
Samsara Chronicles Book 2
The second set of stories in the Samsara Chronicles compiled into one volume.
Dylan, Aislinn and the chosen humans arrive on Nirvana but now the pair faces another alien threat, this time to their homeworld.
Aislinn and Dylan’s joyous homecoming to Nirvana is tempered by yet another crisis. Aliens, assisted by a traitorous member of Nirvanan security and a threat to the royal bloodline, have kidnapped Aislinn’s parents and hold them hostage on the dying world of Klatria. Aislinn and Dylan now face the task of rescuing them before they are killed.
I’ve completed several projects this winter. Beverly’s Secret and Emma’s New Year written by Eden Glenn. (See the books page for details on those projects)
Now I am working toward a wrap on Samsara Chronicles I, written by Diana Kemp and Gabriella Bradley.
The first 7 stories of The Samsara Chronicles compiled into one volume.
Blending elements of futuristic, fantasy, science fiction and the paranormal, the Samsara Chronicles explores the duality of good and evil set against two worlds, Earth and Nirvana.
Guided by mystical beings, a human mother bears a daughter of alien royalty, Aislinn, destined to champion the future of two worlds.
I’ve been diligently recording and editing the wonderful Paranormal Young Adult title; “Roman: Saints and Sinners” for Nyla Rawlyns writing as Kennedy Streath. We are in the home stretch with that production. I will post links when it releases in audio form.
Blurb: Benedict Nowak bailed on his marriage, taking his son with him but leaving behind his five year old daughter. He had his reasons. He had no idea they’d come back to haunt him. TJ had come to terms with the mother she despised, making those small concessions that made life bearable. But her mother’s death changed everything. Roman Rincon was the juvie rescued by Father Marcus and placed in the care of Benedict Nowak. With his records sealed, no one knew what happened that fateful night when Roman was only fourteen. All Father Marcus knew was the boy had confessed to a crime not even the cops would talk about. In the small coal mining town of Montville, two teens whose lives have been shattered beyond repair must find a way to cope: with school, with each other, with growing up marked as broken in a town dying under the weight of secrets and lies. Warned off having anything to do with Roman, TJ is all too willing to agree, except for one little thing. The young man lives in the apartment above her father’s car repair business so avoiding him might be a problem. As for Roman, he will take his secret to the grave, no matter what the cost.
On another front, I’ve signed three contracts for a new talent group KJK Audio.
I’m excited for the prospects of working with this group. I’ll keep you posted on where this leads.
I have been working on a new narration studio.
I started my career with a audio program, a headphone-microphone set and a comfortable quiet apartment.
In NC my office has a lot of hard surfaces. I upgraded my microphone and noticed I had considerable echo and background noises. I moved my office around to get to a solid inner wall.
I tried a pvc frame with heavy comforters over it to quiet the extra noise. I purchased a better quality condenser microphone. That gave me better sound quality.
I had a mixture of success. I made a sound box for the microphone. That helped too.
I continued to struggle for a way to improve my studio situation. So recently I sat and listened in my basement. It is much quieter down there. Up against the two solid walls in the back. We have a bit of humidity and run a humidifyer down there.
So I got the bright idea of making a studio down there. Being on a tight budget I had to work with materials that were cheap and readily available.
I trimmed the cardboard refrigerator box down about a foot and a half with a jig saw. The bottom of the box was a little bit whimpy and lacked some integrity.
I framed it on the outside with furrn strips 1″ X 2″. I stapled them with a power stapler from the inside.
It made a nice tight frame. I screwed through the strips into the plywood floor I’d made from recycled materials I had around the garage. I used the jig saw to cut a door way in the smaller side of the box.
Later I’m going to reinforce the door with a bit of the furring strip material. I also have to cut a window yet.
I have some interesting plans for decorating the outside. Of course inside needs a light. I still have to figure out air flow… I will need to make that window I mentioned so that I can see the computer monitor of the audio program from inside the “studio”. I will also need a shelf outside to hold the computer and monitor. I will need some kind of shelf inside for the condenser mike. I also need something to hold the tablet with the script on it. I have a chair that doesn’t squeek. I will need some carpet for the floor. I will also need to coat the inside with foam. I have something like the textured foam (egg crate). It should make a nice surface for live quiet recording.
The sky is the limit.