Fifteen years on.

I was at home, having taken the day off for my annual HVAC inspection. He was late, very late. I tried phoning the office but couldn’t get through. I tried his cell phone but couldn’t get through. Seemed as if everything was down.

Then Mary called. “You have the TV on?”


“Turn it on.”

“What channel?”

“Any channel.”

Thus began, for me, the multiple horrors of September 11, 2001. There was nothing I could do but pray, frozen in front of the TV, as yet another plane hit the Twin Towers, then the Pentagon, then one into a field in Pennsylvania (thanks to action by brave passengers).  Other than later gather supplies for the first-responders at the Pentagon, and pray, there was nothing I could do.

We were gonna “get ’em,” but we have yet to stem the tide of attacks by Islamic Terrorists. (Yes, I said it. Not Russians, not North Koreans, not any other group: Islamic terrorists.) Will our upcoming Administration’s leader do better?

Fifteen years, and it’s as if it were last month. What were you doing when time stopped for a day?

This pretty much says it all about this part of the authoring process. Check it out!

Morgan S Hazelwood

Readying Query Packages:

Types of Queries and Sizes of Synopsis

This month, I’ve been getting ready for the next step, (while waiting for feedback on my new ending…). Yep, I’m back to getting ready to query. (You’ve heard this before…)

I started researching.There are probably as many best-practices for querying as there are agents to querying. I’ve been mostly following

There are probably as many best-practices for querying as there are agents to querying.

Types of Queries

  • I’ve been mostly following Query Shark and reading 8+ years of archives. She advocates getting straight to the plot, no hook. Minimal platform and bio, let the story sell itself.
  • But there’s also Writer’s Digest. Explain why you picked the agent (flatter lightly). A few paragraphs about the book and initial motivation for the main character. Give the book details, the market description and compare your book.Give a hook and the book’s stats…

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As Christians, we are to be “in the world, but not of it,” meaning that, in a nutshell, those things treasured by the world should not be our treasures and we should not be focused on them, and tha…

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A friend shared this on Facebook and gave me permission to share it with you:

I looked up our old house on google satelites because i was feeling depressed. I knew seeing it wouldnt make me feel better. But something in me just wanted to see the town and the place i stayed.

(It’s  not often i post on facebook and even rarer that i share personal thoughts or feelings on it. But i really hope this finds its way to you. It could change your life if you let it.)

As i scrolled around google, checking out the old town, i kept getting more and more sad. Its not you that i miss, or the things we had. I realized that what i was really looking for was Jesus.

Remember the day i got arrested? And remember that night after you bailed me out? We made a promise to serve Jesus for all our days. The months after were so rocky. You quit on your faith fast, but i never said anything. Im sorry for that. You stuck with me through my trial but we were both headed in different directions. During my court case God revealed to me that you wouldnt be apart of my life any longer. I was scared, and you were the only familiar face for me besides my brother. I didnt want to lose you so instead i held on far longer than i should have. Im sorry for that.

I found a great church, not the one i took you to, a different one. I had one amazing experience walking to that hawaiian grill we loved so much. The Holy Spirit took control of me and i began speaking in other tongues…on the side of the road i just broke down on my knees and cried and cried, speaking in a language i dont know.
I moved to nebraska, and then to virginia. Remember how i told you i would end up back here? Lol, crazy the things that has happened!

The first year i was back in virginia was literally the happiest i ever been. I had 4 dollars in my pocket and a smile on my face u couldnt wipe off. My life had purpose again, there was a reason to live.

Slowly though, pride crept in. I thought i could handle things that i couldnt. I began to do my own thing instead of seek council. I became a fool. My priorities changed. It wasnt all at once, very slowly my prayers stopped, and going to church became a chore. I stopped going for months because of the guilt i would get for knowing my life was out of order. I didnt see it like this though at the time.

In my eyes, i was a victim. I blamed God for not being happy. In my mind God stopped giving me power to obey His Word. I blamed everything but myself. And i searched for things to bring me a sense of purpose and completion. I focused on my career for a while, then life became about one person, then games, slowly drinking and then drugs, i tried to keep myself busy with anything as long as it meant i didnt have to face the music of knowing im not living right. If this sounds familiar to you, please i beg, do what i did.

Its been a work in progress these last few months but every day I am rededicating my life to Jesus. Its about not quitting. I worked so hard to hold onto my life only to create a life of pain and misery. Thats the best we can do without Jesus. We can keep ourselves happy for the moment, but dont know how to satisfy our souls. Only Jesus can!

So what i really was looking for on google tonight was that experience i had with Christ, i wanted to be reminded of where my life started. I wanted to revisit and relive the night He poured His Spirit into me. And He has proven faithful time and time again. He has poured His spirit into me, He has forgiven me of my sins. I am a new creature in Him. And this redemptiom is for all!!

Sorry for the novel. But u know me…always have way too much to say about something : )

Oscars? Racist?

(I won’t watch the Oscars; it is just one of over a hundred so-called awards shows where folks in an “industry” gather to pat one another on the back – and the public is supposed to care.)

I see in the news that a vulgar black comic (who was paid HOW MUCH?), denegrated the industry process by claiming it’s racist.

There ARE some great black talents out there, so why, instead of trying to send messages, don’t they, like the original United Artists, get together and produce some great ENTERTAINMENT which will simply appeal to their Academy peers? It is, after all, the Academy members who decide who rates the little golden guy.

Same goes for the ticket buyers. They want to be entertained; cater to THEM.


I was reminiscing about some of my earliest “real” reading, of The Hardy Boys (I had the whole series up through the early sixties). Folks who were outraged to discover that Tom Clancy had people ghosting his later stories should give him a break; both The Hardy Boys (since 1929) and Nancy Drew were written by contracted writers using the pen names Franklin W. Dixon and Caroline Keene, respectively.

I graduated to reading every book by Earl Stanley Gardner (before my teens), then every hardboiled detective from Phillip Marlow to Mike Hammer and beyond.

As a young adult, i reached my highest plateau: I averaged three books most afternoons after work. I read at a rate that had the pages turning Fast enough to make the story go by like a movie, and I became truly immersed in the action.

Nowadays, I try to make a novel last several days, but a truly great author can make it extremely difficult not to read “just another chapter.”

That, if I ever finish my novel, is one of my goals.

Backing up a bit to my previous post, there are two somethings else, very important, about God, before I speak of his character.

“In the beginning, God…” (Genesis 1:1) (The triunity of God, Father and Son and Holy Spirit, is a study in itself, and, to me, wondrous and inexplicable at the same time. It will not be addressed here.)

Joh 1:1 “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” God and His Word are one.

So, as I relate to God on a daily basis, it seems that as I ingest His Word each day I am partaking of that same “food to eat” of which Jesus spoke: Joh 4:32 “But He said to them, ‘I have food to eat of which you do not know.'”

The Word of God – not “my inner voice,” not “my feelings,” not my innate intelligence – is the most dependable source of direction for my life: Psa 119:105 “Your word is a lamp to my feet And a light to my path.”

Joh 1:14 “And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth.” Jesus was/is that Word, become flesh, and as I read and (more importantly) do the Word, the more like Him I become.

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