Grief, Stories, Writing

Podcast Interview is Live – 1/12/2021!

Exciting news! A couple months ago I was interviewed by Ronit Plank about my book “Cowboys Aren’t Supposed to Cry” and living through grief as a young man, and today is the air date!

I share my walk through cancer with my first wife, her death and aftermath of grief and the writing of my memoir > Cowboys Are Not Supposed to Cry. Listen to my story at And Then Everything Changed or any streaming platform. Know that you are not alone in whatever kind of grief you may have or be experiencing.

I pray God’s blessings over each of you. Be a warrior poet and

Live Your Dreams!

God, Life, Writing

In the End

In the end do not become someone who you never were. #Quote #Poetry #Encouragement #Motivation

Be you, for if you are not no one else could be.

A recent experience led me towards becoming someone who I am not. Through the grace and mercy of Yah and my beautiful wife I have been comforted by Holy Spirit in gentle correction from the lies I was allowing myself to believe.

Now I am holding on the truth of who I was created to be and my destiny. I am claiming the blood of Yeshua over my heart and actions, purposing to follow and live my dreams moving forward.

Now I encourage you to believe in the one who came so that we may have life abundantly. Now go and ⬇️

Life, Stories, Writing

New Novel – No Title Yet!

I wrote a first draft of a new novel during November’s National Writing Month (#NaNoWriMo) creeping up on 70k words. I have no title yet, but here are some teasers of the story.

“I breathed a huge sigh…”

This is the line in the story that put me over 50k words and made me a winner in #NaNoWriMo for the third year in a row!

A silver shekel

The story revolves around the discovery of silver shekels in America that come from the time of Christ in the first century.

The book blurb!

So tell me what you think? Interesting or not?

I still have a lot of editing, along with working on my memoir ‘Cowboys Are Not Supposed to Cry’ and The Chronicles of Faith’ series. Even with the lock downs and such, 2020 has been a busy year.

So what have you been up to?

Grief, Life, Writing

One Line, No Context, No Explanation

I could not kill her executioner; I could only tend to her now that she was on death row. ~Mark Wayne ©2020

The line above is from my upcoming memoir ‘Cowboys Are Not Supposed to Cry’ to be published by Christian Faith Publishing due out in Spring 2021.

And the best thing you can do with death is to ride off from it? #WickedQuestions #Grief #Memoir #UpcomingBook #Wip

“I could not kill her executioner; I could only tend to her now that she was on death row.” ~Mark Wayne ©2020 #Memoir #OneLine #NoContext #NoExplanation #Teaser

Grief, Stories, Writing

“What do you do with that?” – Memoir Update

“What do you do when the waves of finality wash over you and cover you in a different reality? Can one single moment define your entire life? A life is made up of a series of events, some happy, some sad, some magic, and some tragic. The tragic moments, the events filled with trauma, pain, and loss irrevocably change us forever. There is no going back from these events. We are undeniably not the same as we were before, so the question remains,— what do you do with that?” ©Mark Wayne

The above is an excerpt from my upcoming memoir ‘Cowboys Are Not Supposed to Cry’ due out next spring, exact date still to be determined. Here is a short list of updates of what has been happening:

  • The first round of edits has been done on the manuscript, waiting on the second round from the editing team at my publisher.
  • Received some permissions and fair use for quoted material in my book, other material has been rewritten to avoid using copyrighted material.
  • I recorded an interview with Ronit Plank for her podcast ‘And Then Everything Changed’ the date for interview to go live is January 12, 2021.
“What do you do with that?”

Grief and loss changes us, how could it not and what do you do with that? #WickedQuestions #BlogPost #Memoir #UpcomingBook

Life, Poetry, Writing

Supporting Poets and Helping Others

2020 has been a troubling year for all, some more than others. Do you need some support and self-hope? Do you know someone who does? If so, take a look at this.

My Still Waters – An Anthology of Self-Hope

A poetry anthology by A.B. Baird Publishing

The book My Still Waters is available for presale on Amazon.com right now and on track to be available for purchase Dec. 10th!  Get your copy ordered today! Order a couple more for family and friends and please share the link with others as well. The theme of the anthology is poems related to self-hope, self-discovery and healing

The publishers narrowed the list of submissions to 120 poems for inclusion in the anthology. I had 5 poems selected for inclusion in the published anthology. Better yet two received honorable mentions and my poem ‘Wake the Beast‘ made the short list of the top 25 and then the top 11 to compete for the people’s choice award.

I tiptoe around afraid to wake the beast – He rests sleeping his power unreleased “Wake the Beast” #poetry #poetrycommunity #amwriting #writerslife

Purchase a copy of the anthology and you can read the rest of the poem. 😉 As well as poems by many other talented writers.

Adventure, Life, Writing

Do You Really Think You Are In Control?

Lyrics from the song ‘There Was a Life’ from the TSO album Night Castle

As we face tightening restrictions due to COVID-19 all over the world, the US and the state in which I live, the lyric above got me to thinking about how much we really have no control over. We spend so much time and energy trying to control things in our lives. We schedule and plan out our tightly controlled days and when it does not go according to plan, what then?

So much is happening outside of our control:

  • There are waves crashing on beaches that no sees.
  • There are flowers blooming on high mountain tops of snow.
  • There are packs of wolves running across ridge lines in forests unseen.
  • There are trees bending from the force of the winds and weather.
  • There is birth, life and death happening all around us.

What is happening around you for which you have no control? #WickedQuestions

For the sake of our own sanity and mental health, we must learn to detach from that over which we have no control. To trust in a good outcome, to hope in a better tomorrow, and a better future for those who come behind us.

#JustBelieve #HopeLives

Life, Writing

#NaNoWriMo 2020 – Halfway Point

This year I am participating in #NaNoWriMo which stands for National Novel Writing Month for the third year in a row and fourth time overall. 👊

You can view my profile here and hit me up if you are participating and want to be buddies. 😉

NaNoWriMo is a 501(c)(3) nonprofit that believes in the transformational power of creativity. We provide the structure, community, and encouragement to help people find their voices, achieve creative goals, and build new worlds—on and off the page.

The goal is to write 50k, or more, words in 30 days.

I am well on my way so far. This year has in some aspects been harder. The past two years I wrote books two and three of a series, The Chronicles of Faith . This year I am writing a completely different standalone story. It is a lot of fun but very different!

It is challenging and motivating to get a ‘shitty’ first draft down on paper. And something I never believed I would or could do until I did it.

So what challenge are you willing to undertake?

#LiveYourDreams

Go live your dreams! #Motivation #Encouragement #YouGotThis #YouMatter

Grief, Poetry, Stories, Writing

Separate Journeys – Why Do We Bury Our Fears?

A short excerpt from my upcoming memoir ‘Cowboys Are Not Supposed To Cry to be published by Christian Faith Publishing in spring of 2021 (emphasis below added).

“I only want her to not be in pain.”

He looked at me with a look of both sadness and resignation, his voice low and measured, “That is what I am focused on.”

I nodded in agreement, and he turned and walked away. I watched him stride down the hall his white lab coat flaying out at his sides. Standing for a moment alone, I collected myself midst the noise of the corridor.

Forcing myself to turn, I slowly walked back into the hospital room. I plastered a smile on my face and buried the fear so far down where I believed it could never be unearthed.

~Mark Wayne ©2020

What have you buried?

What if it were to be found?