I have been very prolific as a writer in the last couple of years. 2020, though a really dark and bitter year, saw me complete a bunch of writing projects.

Starting with the most recent finished writing project, Mickey’s Rememberries is a compilation of Catch a Falling Star blog-post essays chosen to represent all my teacher/school stories, my numerous conspiracy theory opinions, my personal history, the death of my father from Parkinson’s Disease, and pithy observations connecting the past world to the present world. I published it on Amazon as a self-published work of autobiographical non-fiction essays, with some original cartoons thrown in for good measure.

Before that, this summer, I finished and published The Wizard in his Keep. This novel is the endpoint of character arcs that began in the novel Superchicken, set in 1974. Two of the original kids’ liars’ club known as the Norwall Pirates, one who has become an FBI agent trying to find his sister’s kids who have been missing since their parents’ fatal car crash, the other a video-game designer who has those kids hidden away in a virtual-reality game-world that has all gone wrong with government interference. It is a rollicking science-fiction adventure that reunites two boys who were once best friends and possibly turns them into enemies as their objectives begin to clash.

Before that came Laughing Blue, the first book of essays inspired by Robert Fulgham’s Everything I Needed to Know, I Learned in Kindergarten.
Like the Rememberries book, it is made up of essays that appeared first here on my blog, Catch a Falling Star.
It is about becoming a teacher, becoming a Christian Existentialist, becoming a nudist, and being able to make the best out of everything, including the time I was sexually assaulted as a ten-year-old child. And all of it is basically done with humor rather than anger… even for those people on my list of who I am going to seriously haunt when I die and become a ghost writer. Oh, and cartoons for good measure here as well.

In June, before the essay book, I published the third in my AeroQuest series of humorous science fiction, AeroQuest 3 : Juggling Planets. This is a product of my Tuesday novel-writing posts that shares with you how the novel is progressing Canto by Canto, whether it is rewriting, or possibly entirely new writing. It is a story with lots of characters, lots of planets, lots of alien beings, lots of space ninjas, space cowboys, space pirates, Space Smurfs, space samurai, space nudists, and a White Spider of Prophecy who will weave together a web of interstellar civilization.

A Field Guide to Fauns was finished and then published in April. It is a story about a boy coming to live in the San Antonio area with his father, his step-mother, and twin step-sisters after the death of his mother.
The problem for Devon is, his new family lives in a residential nudist park, and they expect him to be a nudist too.
This book is beginning to become popular among the nudists I know from Twitter. It is probably not a book for everyone, but you never know. If you read it, it may surprise you too.

The first book I published in 2020 was…
actually the re-publishing of my book Magical Miss Morgan. It had been previously published by Page Publishing Company. But, since they don’t actually do anything for an author but print the book and think of new things to charge the author for, I reclaimed my manuscript and the rights to it, giving myself more control and less expense over everything.
You can see that I am not really bragging about six books written in 2020. I came into the year with the first half of A Field Guide to Fauns already written. AeroQuest 3 was two thirds done while I plodded along at a chapter every Tuesday. The Wizard in His Keep was the only book written entirely in 2020. But six books in one year all published is a special case. I still have more stories stored away in my writer’s closet that only need to be rewritten or revised, and a ton more in the mental closet in the mandatory mental-scape in my stupid old head. But I doubt I will ever publish six in one year again.
Nerrak, the Christmas Viking,,, He is blue in color because he lives in upper Norway and it gets very, very cold.
Groo the Wanderer, created by Sergio Aragones 





























‘Tis the Season…
Yesterday I posted one of my patented conspiracy-theory posts which was intended primarily to give my three kids more practice at using their Eye-fu skills. You know, that ancient Chinese martial art of using the dramatic eye-roll to combat the embarrassing way elderly parents have of saying what they actually think for the sole purpose of humiliating their much-more sensible offspring. So, today I need to humbly contemplate the many reasons I will not get any Christmas presents this year and begin to generate some holiday spirit to lighten the mood of what is likely to be a rather lonely Christmas season.
So, here’s a selfie from old Grumpy Klaus, wearing the aggravated countenance of the Jolly One looking at the Naughty List to determine who gets the bricks and who gets the lumps of coal… and who gets referred to Old Krampus.
Ho ho ho… kinda…
Having married a Jehovah’s Witness twenty-six years ago, I have gotten mostly out of the habit of celebrating Christmas. The Witnesses believe that holidays with pagan origins are from Satan, and bad for you. But it has been almost seven years now since they decided I was from Satan too, and so I stopped believing in knocking on doors and trying to get homeowners to reject their own form of Christianity because we are somehow more right than they are, and if they don’t swear off celebrating Christmas they are doomed. Among the many other things you have to swear off of for that religion. Like swearing.
Don’t get me wrong… Jehovah’s Witnesses are wonderful, loving people who care about others and whose religious teachings are more helpful than harmful over all… just like all other Christians who aren’t ISIS-level radicals. (The Westboro Baptists leap to mind for some reason.) If you really need religion, it is a good one to have. But even though my wife still needs to be one, I have begun to feel like I do not.
I personally cherish the holiday traditions I grew up with, and I really wish I could have shared those with my children. (This is another point for practicing Eye-fu right here.) I fear however. that like most devoutly religious parents, we managed to raise three devout agnostics and atheists. I have trained them in the last four years to like the tradition of making and eating gingerbread houses and gingerbread men. That’s probably of pagan origin too, but it’s too late now to save my sorry old soul from gingerbread.
Anyway, I am trying to look forward to the season of Peace on Earth once again. And though I will be celebrating mostly alone and ill and condemned by gingerbread, I do have pleasant memories. I can still reach my sisters and my mother by phone. They share some of those memories. And my kids will be around enough to eat the gingerbread castle I bought for this year.
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