CROUCHING WRITER, HIDDEN FLAGON

The first of my 4 major manuscripts (the first I am editing to Reader level) is The Orange Gate Ghost which is the adult story of a Children's Fiction Writer who doesn't particularly like children at all. It is a humorous book dealing with the Meaning of Life. My first task is to change it from First Person narration to Third Person story, and to increase it's size by about 10,000 words. It is still a slim healthy sized book this way. I don't like thick books.
Changing the narration from "I" to "He" is a bit of a challenge as the tale is dear to my heart. I may in fact change it from "I" to "She" so as to make the editing more of a form of self-learning as well.


The other Big 3 manuscripts are Red Pack Bang...currently 100,000 words, which is to big for my memory to keep recalling where I am in the re-writing of it, so I will change it into 3 small books, although under the one title/cover.


The next would be My Life in a Hospice which is a non-fiction looking back at 30 years of work in palliative care nursing and strategic planning, including my own particular moral view at the end.


The next is To Kong Rai, a pretty readable junior novel as it is...an adventure story set in the Golden Triangle with the main characters being an Australian girl and a Chinese boy. It is being written in both English and Mandarin and so will take some long lead-time.


They are my main works on the desk now. I have some others...experiments in what you can actually do with a story.


Another not-yet-fully-baked manuscript is Brother Tamada...the story of a semi-superhero nuclear irradiated Japanese Christian Brother trying to convert China. His first problem, and one that he never realises, is that his name, Tamada, in Mandarin, means 'Mother fucker'.


My Final Work, as I see it, will be a Chinese-English long poetic piece called Wo Ai Ni Park, which I am writing under the name of Wang YuHan rather than John Fitzpatrick. It is the poetic story of my love for my wife.

Az for Freemasonry

I was a Freemason for about 2 months many years back and I kind of liked it...the rituals, the way of standing, the way of greeting, the words to use, the inclusiveness etc.. the mystic East and West of it all, the Majic of it...the history and, indeed the Wonder... az it is.
The thing that annoyed me was that we all had to swear an allegiance to the Queen of England and that's eventually why I really had to leave. No one with any decent respect of the trials of Eire can ever really do that for long and still call themselves a decent human being of Celtic heritage.
We can kneel to a Roman Pope but not to the Slag that is the English Queen or King.


Az for the Religions, I'm still looking for one that doesn't want or accept my money. God doesn't need money. God needs me.
As a young man of about 17 I made a pact with my personal Catholic Jesus that if he let me lead the kind of life I chose to, whatever it was, whatever it meant, wherever it went, then, when I died, well, he could have me in his Kingdom. I'm sticking to that agreement.

The Importance of Fiction in Palliative Care and in Government

We cannot underestimate the importance and power of fiction in creating reality. I was employed for a long time by the Queensland Government to write the Strategic Plan for Palliative Care Services in the 11 health divisions in the North of Queensland and I did so successfully, and am responsible for the development and implementation, and the ongoing substantial funding for the Palliative Care service at Gordonvale Hospital...and ,although I did these things as a member of the Health Professions, and as a somewhat Faceless Bureaucrat at the time,  the skills I used were those I had employed as a successful children's fiction writer. Thus, the world, in North Queensland, is a somewhat better place than it would have been otherwise.

Of Birth and Death

In general, I believe in the right of a mother to choose that a child be carried to birth or not carried to birth. I believe this is within the rite, and indeed is the right, of being a woman.
I support men and women, and young men and women, using contraception as the norm of their life together until they both wish the norm to change to creating someone in their own images, per se, together.
As a person, when it comes to death, I believe, aside from accidents etc, that I have every right to decide when and how I die and to carry out this task, as required, but without the assistance of others. To demand the assistance of others is unfair and immoral and cowardly. In this matter the Self has the responsibility and it cannot be passed on to another living being.

My Religion

The thing with me is this: I don't regret or feel guilty about using contraceptives in my illustrious and somewhat craven past. I don't regret the abortions made in deliberations with past partners. I regret marriages far more than I regret divorces. I regret meeting some people far more than I regret marrying them.
I find that Christianity, so far as I know it from my present study of the congregational and doctrinal manifestations in this early epoch of the 21st Century, is highly dependent on people feeling absolutely horrible about themselves and their actions. I doubt that Christ had any such intention. I doubt Christ has anything at all to do with Christianity, per se, in the current epoch, and I seriously wonder if he ever did.
I am strongly drawn to some Christian, Islamic and Buddhist scriptures, for sure, because of their beauty and wonder, yet when you really research them all, they are fundamentally and equally appalling in terms of human rights, same sex expression and relations, contraception and indeed the importance of Man rather than People.
I have used passages from the Great Really Really Old Books as well as small enlightenments from Michel De Montaigne, atheistic Zen, Giovanni Pico Della Mirandola, and great novelists across the cultures and races of the Earth to gradually create or build my philosophy and indeed, my religion, per se. I think we all have this responsibility. Just because someone puts stuff on your dinner plate, it doesn't mean its good manners or good health to eat every bit of it.
I'm very fond of Giovanni Pico Della Mirandola, and have underlined and italicised the magical thinking of this lovely mind (If God isn't magical thinking, I don't know what else to call Him or Her, or Them):


“We have given you, O Adam, no visage proper to yourself, nor endowment properly your own, in order that whatever place, whatever form, whatever gifts you may, with premeditation, select, these same you may have and possess through your own judgement and decision. The nature of all other creatures is defined and restricted within laws which We have laid down; you, by contrast, impeded by no such restrictions, may, by your own free will, to whose custody We have assigned you, trace for yourself the lineaments of your own nature [...]. We have made you a creature neither of heaven nor of earth, neither mortal nor immortal, in order that you may, as the free and proud shaper of your own being, fashion yourself in the form you may prefer.

R.E.M. - Losing My Religion (Official Music Video)/ Looking for Churches in Cairns

My life partner has had a strong spiritual desire to examine current Christian Religions and to find one that is suitable. We've spent the last few months basically stalking the Great Religious congregations of our locale, appearing in their midst on Sundays etc  and asking questions about baptism, membership, et al.

First we went to the Catholic Cathedral and sat and kneeled and prayed through a few Masses. These various Sign of the Cross and Genuflection skills were very well known to me as I was brought up in a strong Irish Catholic household. (I myself am happy enough in my life with my own understanding of Existentialism as my core belief in this world...if one can ever be 'happy' with existentialism, per se. It is an angsty way of thinking).

Secondly, we went to the Church of England and heard a sermon basically condemning Buddhism. I agreed with the sermon entirely. There were mostly very old white people there, the old women of whom seemed to look angrily at my wife, who is Asian, younger and somewhat more beautiful than I am...so went went elsewhere.

Thirdly we sat in on 8 Lutheran services at one church over 8 weeks, had tea and coffee etc and gave the pastor information about us and how my partner was very interested in being baptised into that branch of Christianity and for 8 weeks he said he would contact us, which he didn't. Once again we noted the scowls on the jowls of many of the old white women in the congregation.

So, Fourthly, we returned to the Catholic Cathedral, went to Masses and had tea and cakes afterwards and asked about baptism etc.

A priest was kind enough to get in touch with us and we met up and discussed the matter and he gave us a 200 page book regarding preparation for entering the faith. At no point in the discussion was I able to say 'well, my dear partner, who I love, is interested in being a Catholic, but I'm not, but I am here because I love her and support her wishes.

Currently, we've been referred to a Church Counsellor/Chancellor regarding our past marriages...so the Church can work out how they can...um...help us. I guess this is quite commendable and, indeed, in some other universe, even charitable.
I suppose the issue is that we don't necessarily feel guilty as both of us are really convinced that we didn't actually kill Jesus. The Jews did that.

On Putin, Tony Abbott and MH17

Dear Editor, The Cairns Post

I quite agree with Malcolm Bell in his letter of Nov 20 TCP that condemning Putin as Mr Abbott has done regarding the downing of FlightMH17 is a very silly thing to do; even though it briefly made Abbott popular. There is no evidence that Russian backed separatists shot down the plane. The Ukrainian army has a multitude of the kind of weapon apparently used. The separatists have one or two. No one knows who did it apart from the folk who did it. Anyone else who knows, well, isn't saying.

 

The US, of course, says it was the Russians; but the US said Iraq had weapons of mass destruction, when they didn't; the US said Mohamar Gaddafi was responsible for bombing a plane, when he wasn't; and the US, although having massive surveillance and high tech radar and laser weaponry in the area around the South China sea exactly where flight MH370 went missing, had no idea at all what happened to flight MH370.

In taking the fictional path to bravery, Mr Abbott simply stood on the misery of the flight MH17 victims' families to gain a bit of popularity. We can all make up our own opinions, Mr Abbott, but we can't all make up our own facts.

John Fitzpatrick