I Am a Writer

I belong to the Dallas Writing Practice Group. A recent assignment was to write why “I am a writer”. Here’s what I wrote …

I’m a writer because I enjoy writing.

I get my ideas from the world around me as well as the fantasies within me.

I try to write for a regular period each day.

I believe in using adjectives and adverbs frugally.

I structure my work-in-progress by writing according to how the story seems to be telling itself instead of writing to a prepared plot outline though I know my major plot points.

I realize writing self-discipline by making myself work whether I’m in the mood or not.

I handle the difficult, ‘writer’s block’ or ‘dry’ times by working on something else to keep good writing habits.

I attempt to make my work as good as it can be by editing, rewriting and polishing.

In seeking an agent or publisher I research the market thoroughly and learn how to make a professional submission. I also read books by writer’s the potential agent represent or by the publisher where I believe I’m a good fit.

I receive rejection slips with a twinge, and then move to the next submission. It’s not personal.

I see myself in the future finding satisfaction in writing novels and narrative nonfiction my readers enjoy.

I want to write because I have characters and stories bursting to come to life. I have voices in my head that need to escape to paper or keyboard.

If you a writer how would you explain why you are a writer?

I Love Rain

I love rain. Most people hate it. I love it. Why should I love rain? It’s not easy for people to understand, but I will try to explain.

Rain is a precious gift from God. It falls from the sky. Sometimes it falls in large amounts. Sometimes it comes from the sky in small amounts. Sometimes it doesn’t visit us for weeks or months at a time. When it does visit it always brings its friend the clouds. Rain can also bring its noisy friend thunder and an its illuminating friend lightning.

Rain is like a guest in your home. At first you’re glad to see the rain, but if it stays around too long, it can out stay its welcome.

Rain can be refreshing. It gives the air and the countryside a shower. It washes the pollen from the air. It washes the pollen off the cars, sidewalks, and driveways. Rain removes the dust from the leaves of the flowers, bushes and trees.

The temperature drops when the rains come. Rain transforms the hot world into a cool, air conditioned environment in the summer and a chilly one in the winter. It helps you appreciate a warm, dry house. It is a muse for Ray Bradbury as he writes short stories about it in “The Illustrated Man” in his short story “The Long Rain”.

Rain also helps a person forget their troubles. You worry less about how you look. After all, the water from the mud puddle may have splashed on you. You enjoy freedom from irritations. Only those people who truly want to see you will come see you in the rain. Most gripers and complainers stay away when it’s wet outside. They wait for a less rainy day.

It is fun walking outside when it rains, especially with an umbrella. “Just singing in the rain” … You can hold an umbrella in one hand, letting it prop on your shoulder. When the rain falls the propped up umbrella can be popped open keeping you from getting soaking wet. It’s fun to take a wet umbrella, hold it at a forty-five degree angle to the ground and spin it around and around. When you spin it around and around something magical happens. The drops of rain the umbrella has collected go flying off in a direction away from the umbrella holder. You can aim the umbrella where the drops spray someone or you can splatter the drops on the ground as you spin the umbrella ‘round and ‘round.

Even if you don’t own an umbrella you can still have fun in the rain. Shopping malls miraculously have parking spaces available closer to the door when it’s raining. The crowds are noticeably smaller. The joy of the mall is intensified as you experience less hustle and bustle. At church, better seats are available.

A sad note about rain is it sometimes cancels baseball games. While this is sad, though not to all wives, it does hold the potential of prolonging our great national pastime’s season and giving the baseball fan the rare double-header (two games on the same day – twice the fun!). Also, during warm weather after the rain departs the heat and humidity can smoother you making your world feel as humid as a rain forest.

Without rain, there wouldn’t be real green grass on the baseball fields, rain checks from baseball games, manageable crowds at the mall, or great seats easily available at church. Rain makes the world a nice place. Why not enjoy the rain? Without rain the flowers would not grow. Without rain there would be no Fillet of Fish at McDonald’s Restaurants. Without rain there would be no people living.

I love rain!

The Value of a Liberal Arts Education

Albert Einstein said, “The value of an education in a liberal arts college is not the learning of many facts, but the training of the mind to think something that cannot be learned from textbooks.”

My undergraduate education is a liberal arts education. My major was history and my minors were English and military science. My Master of Arts degree is in Christian education. My broad-based liberal arts education did more than prepare me for a job. It provided the foundation that allows me to compete in the marketplace of ideas. I also completed the core curriculum for a computer science degree.

It has been 38 years since I heard then University of Texas at Arlington President Dr. Wendell Nedderman say I had met the requirements for my bachelor’s degree. Within minutes of his pronouncement I raised my right hand and was commissioned a second lieutenant in the US Army through Army ROTC.

I did not make the military a career. Three years later I headed to graduate school. I was amazed at how ready I was. I knew how to read, write, study, do research, write research papers, and think and make decisions.

My UT Arlington liberal arts education taught me how to think independently and make sound judgments. I learned how to expand my horizons, discover new perspectives, and acquire the tools to defend my point of view. My education helped me learn to reflect on life, have a moral and historic compass where I can distinguish good from evil, justice from injustice, and what is noble and beautiful from what is useful.

I have been employed over the years as an officer in the US Army, a minister, educator, corporate trainer, Internet Coordinator, IT Support Analyst, and IT Systems Administrator. These have been my day jobs that has supported my 30 plus years of freelance writing. Working in Information Technology it is interesting to see how many persons have undergraduate degrees in the liberal art disciplines. Most of our tech writers were English majors. Many of our business analysts and business intelligence types also have liberal arts undergrad degrees. These are the people who know how to think outside the box. These are the people with excellent critical thinking skills. These are the persons that embrace change and know how to successfully deal with it. These are people who know how to communicate ideas.

What have I done with my history degree? All the above plus I have published nearly fifty magazine and trade journal articles in over a dozen publications though the years. I have published poetry through the years. I have written hundreds of book reviews. I have a website “Kepler’s Military History Book Reviews”. The site was named a 100 best websites for history buffs. I read and review military history books published under more than a dozen different imprints. I am finishing the manuscript for my historical fiction novel I’m working one as well.

I get asked often by younger coworkers how I know so much about so much. They say I am a modern renaissance man. My answer: I have a liberal arts education from the University of Texas at Arlington.

How committed am I to liberal arts education? I have three grown children – all have liberal arts degrees. One is employed in a senior business management position, one is a teacher, and the third has worked in customer service and information technology fields before starting her own business.

Poem: Is Johnny Crawford from “The Rifleman” in Your Company?

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Is Johnny Crawford from “The Rifleman” in Your Company?

We pressed our faces up against the chain linked fence.
We were supposed to be playing soccer during physical education class.
But we ran to the chained linked fence that separated our school yard from the dirt road.
We stared at the young soldiers marching to training.
They looked so army soldier in their fatigues, helmets and carrying their rifles at right shoulder arms.
They looked like a scene out of “Combat” that we watched each week on our televisions.
While barely just four or five years older than us, they looked all grown up.
A pretty seventh grade girl got up he courage and yelled,
“Is Johnny Crawford from “The Rifleman” in your company?”
There had been a news story of Johnny Crawford’s arrival at Fort Bliss for his basic training.
A kind three stripe sergeant responded,
“No miss, he’s in a different training company.”
“You boys going to Viet-Nam after basic?” asked the P.E. coach who had walked over and joined us.
“Maybe so, but first we got to survive this!” said a smiling boyish faced trainee.
“Quiet in the ranks!” screamed the drill sergeant.
The dust was getting thicker as the soldiers continued marching by.
Most of the seventeen and eighteen year old troopers were looking at the pretty thirteen year old blonde girl.
Some were thinking of their younger sisters back home,
Some were thinking the thoughts seventeen and eighteen years old young men have when seeing a pretty, young teenage girl, and
Some were wondering if they would live long enough to fall in love, marry, and ever have a daughter of their own.

Copyright © 2008 by Jimmie A. Kepler
Originally published in http://www.johnnycrawford.com, February 2008.

Photo credits:

Top photo: Photo of Chuck Connors as Lucas McCain and Johnny Crawford as his son, Mark, from the television program The RiflemanThis work is in the public domain in that it was published in the United States between 1923 and 1977 and without a copyright notice.

Poem: I Get Up In The Morning

I Get Up In The Morning

I get up in the morning
A new day begins
I go the mirror
And shave my face again

The years show my age
But my eyes still shine
I think of my lady
I’m so glad she’s still mine

I go to my workplace
And I do my thing
I listen to Pandora
And I start to sing

The day passes quickly
My tasks all complete
I drive to the restaurant
And order tea that’s sweet

The evening meal is fine
As fine as fine can be
And my desert
Is something for all to see

I return to my house
Now the day is done
I sit on the porch
And watch the setting sun

The day is now over
And I go to bed
I say my prayers
And meditate on Scripture in my head

I pray that my dreams
Have me thinking of you
And in my slumber
My dreams come true

I get up in the morning
A new day begins
I go to the mirror
And shave my face again.

Jimmie A. Kepler
© 2008

Originally published in:
WORDS..RHYMES..POETRY & PROSE!

Devotional: A Personal Writing Mission Statement

I am currently attending the East Texas Christian Writer’s Conference at East Texas Baptist University in Marshall, Texas. Yesterday at the conference we received a two-part challenge. First, “as Christian writers” write a “personal writing mission statement”. Second, share it with someone to get their response. Well, I always do my homework on time. I’m sharing what I wrote with you …

My personal writing mission statement:

• sharing Jesus Christ and his teachings with an emphasis on the application of His lessons to everyday life,
• encouraging the development of poets and writers, and
• promoting appreciation of the liberal arts.

Poem: Little Squirrel


Little Squirrel

Little squirrel
In the tree
I see you
Looking at me

Your color is red
In your furry coat
You look at me
Sitting in the boat

You’re eating the acorns
Found in the tree
A smile on your face
Dropping the shells on me!

© 2009 Jimmie A. Kepler

Originally published in:
WORDS..RHYMES..POETRY & PROSE
May 2011

Poem: Earthlings

Earthlings

Astronauts William Andres,
Jim Lovell, and Frank Borman
Read the creation story
From Genesis in the Bible
As they orbited the moon.
We saw what the moon
And good earth looked like
From outer space …
And the crew
Of Apollo 8 closed with
“good night, good luck,
a Merry Christmas,
and God bless all of you –
all of you on the good Earth.”
At that moment
We were all Earthlings.

Wednesday, December 25, 1968
Jimmie Aaron Kepler

Another of the oldest poems I have written by me. It is from the notebooks and papers my mother gave me about a year ago. I was in high school at DeSoto High School, DeSoto, Texas.  My family was spellbound watching the events and moved to tears when they read from the Bible. The next Sunday at Calvary Baptist Church my pastor, Rev. Henry Odle made a big deal about the Bible reading from space … we all did.

Writer’s Life : My Writing Report Card

My writing report card for July: I was rejected by: Poetry Magazine, The New Yorker, and Asimov’s Science Fiction. I was accepted by: vox poetica. The poem Urban Pigeons will be in their August 26, 2012 issue. I had a book review in this month’s Front Row Lit magazine. I have four submissions currently pending with other publications. Note – you will never get rejected … or accepted if you don’t write and submit.

Poem: The Year 2000 Is Only 30 Years Away

The Year 2000 Is Only 30 Years Away

It’s Thursday and 1970 starts today as the 60s are now in the past
In the Cotton Bowl we will watch Texas play Notre Dame
After we watch the Cotton Bowl and Tournament of Roses Parades
And the reporter just said the year 2000 is only 30 years away

Soon I will graduate high school and start college
I sure hope I never have to go to Viet-Nam
And I can’t help but still be amazed that just last July
Our American astronauts really walked on the moon

I wonder what the future holds in store for me
In the 2000s that are so, so far away
Will I vacation on the moon or maybe on Mars?
Will I marry? What will be my job? Where will I live?

I love to study history, to read and write
A poet and author is all I want to grow-up and be
But a doctor, dentist, or accountant is what I think my parents want me to be
I might apply to Congressman Teague for an appointment to the US Air Force          Academy

January 1, 1970
Jimmie Aaron Kepler

This is one of the oldest poems I have written by me. It was in notebooks and papers my mother gave me about a year ago. I was in the eleventh grade at DeSoto High School, DeSoto, Texas. I remember writing this one. I had attended an all night New year’s Eve party at my church, Calvary Baptist Church, getting home around sunrise. My father made me get up to watch the parades and be ready for the Cotton Bowl football game. I remember Texas won and were named national champions. I sat writing this poem and thinking about the future. I remember one of the announcers for the parade said something about the year 2000 being only 30 years away and that the kids in school today would be living in the 2000s. His words got me to writing.