J. Lloyd Morgan's Blog, page 12
February 23, 2013
When it doubt, freeze it off
“Dude! What happened to your nose?� A middle grade student recently asked me.
Yes, it seems that some young people that age have very little in the way of tact. One of his fellow students said, “Shh! That’s rude!�
I knew exactly what he was asking about.
On the bottom, right side of my nose is a divot—a smallish crater. It’s shown here in a very unflattering picture of my nose:
(Side note: when I took this photo, I labeled it “nose pic.�)
Why does it look like someone took a scoop out of my nose? Because someone did, sort of.
A couple of years ago, I had what I thought was a zit forming on the bottom of my nose. Growing up, I had acne pretty bad, and even now that I’m 40ish something I still get them time and again. I didn’t think much of it until it wouldn’t go away. Even worse, it would scab over, the scab would fall off and it would start to bleed.
I’d never experienced anything like that before, and so I decided to have a dermatologist check it out. After looking it over, she said, “Ah, it’s a precancerous lesion.� I think it’s a safe bet that no one wants to hear a doctor say the word “cancer� in any shape, size, or form. “Don’t worry,� she said casually, “We’ll just freeze it off.�
Perhaps I’m alone in feeling this way, but I don’t relish the thought of having any part of my body frozen off, for any reason.
A moment later, she came back with what looked like a can of WD-40. “Hold still,� she told me unnecessarily. The sensation was odd. At first, it felt akin to having an ice cube placed against your skin. And then, the pain began. I felt my eyes start to water and I grabbed the side of the examination table quite tightly.
“Wow,� she said. “I think you’re the first man I’ve done this to that hasn’t cursed.�
I looked at her with my watery eyes and said, “I just didn’t do it verbally.�
She and her nurse laughed. And then she gave me the instructions, “The area will scab over and then fall off. Don’t pick at it.�
“Got it. No nose picking.� She and her nurse laughed again. I handle pain with humor.
Sure enough, the doctor was right. The scab fell off on its own. However, in its wake, it left the crater I noted earlier—something I wasn’t expecting. It’s kind of under my nose, so it’s not glaring, but still, it’s not normal. I notice it every time I look in a mirror. But it’s part of me now.
So, how did I respond to the student that pointed it out in front of the class?
I told him, “You know how Pinocchio’s nose grew bigger when he told lies? Well, as it turns out, when you say rude things to teachers, part of your nose may fall off. I learned this the hard way when I was your age.�
He didn’t say another word the rest of the class.

Published on February 23, 2013 10:33
February 20, 2013
Teacher
Ms. White sighed when she noticed Billy drawing outside of the lines, again. He was the only one of her second grade students that couldn’t grasp the concept she was teaching.
She walked closer to Billy’s desk, noticing how Mildred and Richard, who sat on either side of him, kept their crayon marks within the set parameters. Richard’s face had a look of strict concentration and Mildred’s hands worked slowly while her thick, brown crayon filled in the bark of a tree.
Ms. White stood next to Billy, but he didn’t look up. Almost carelessly, he was brushing his purple crayon against the top of the paper—a place where he’d colored with his blue crayon earlier.
The assignment she’d handed out was fairly simple. It was a picture of a tree in a field, with mountains behind it and a grass plain all around. Aside from the sky area, each of the different sections had a small number inside it. At the bottom of the paper was a list of which numbers correlated with which color. Billy hadn’t colored in any of those sections. Even more frustrating, he was using colors he shouldn’t in an area that didn’t need to be colored.
“Billy,� Ms. White said to get his attention.
“Yes?� he answered without looking up.
“Did you understand the assignment?�
“Uh huh.�
“No, I don’t think you did,� she said, trying not to sound upset. “Explain to me what you are supposed to be doing.�
“You said to color the paper,� Billy said. “That the colors match up to the numbers on the bottom.�
“That’s right,� Ms. White said. “If you understand the assignment, why aren’t you doing it?�
Billy looked up from his paper. He didn’t appear mad or defiant as Ms. White expected. His expression was one of confusion.
“But I am doing it.� He pointed to his paper. “See. Look. I colored.�
Leaning down, Ms. White pointed to the uncolored tree. “You haven’t started yet. All you’ve done is color the part you didn’t need to with colors you shouldn’t have used.�
Billy blinked at her. She could see him trying to puzzle out what she had just said. “You never said not to color this part or that I couldn’t use blue and purple.�
“Oh? So that’s it, is it? I have to spell out every little detail for you to follow directions?� Ms. White no longer tried to hide her frustration.
“I’m sorry,� Billy said. His voice started to quiver. “I like what I colored. But I guess it’s no good.� He set down the purple crayon and slumped back in his chair. He looked defeated.
Something about his tone and body language made Ms. White pause. She looked again at the night sky he had drawn.
It was beautiful.

Published on February 20, 2013 08:55
February 14, 2013
Valetine's Day Fail
I’ve heard some people refer to Valentine’s Day as “Single Awareness Day.� Though it’s been over twenty years since I’ve been single, I remember feeling awkward on February 14 when I didn’t have anyone to be my Valentine.
On one occasion after I was married, I had that same awkward feeling. No, my wife and I weren’t having a spat or anything. We were living in Connecticut at the time and I was scheduled to take a business trip to Florida which would get me home on the evening on Valentine’s Day. However, a huge winter storm hit New England and shut down all the airports. My coworkers and I were stuck in Florida.
There were four of us, and we debated how to spend Valentine’s Day evening. We’d been cooped up at the airport and at our hotel all day, so we decided to see what there was to do in Jacksonville. One of the locals suggested an open air mall that was built on the edge of a bay. We decided to check it out—and it was gorgeous. We picked up a few things for our loved ones back home, but still had time to kill.
As the sun was setting, one of the guys spotted a bar that had an open view of the bay. I’d never been to a bar, and I don’t drink. The other guys knew this about me and said I could be the designated driver—even though we were going to be taking a cab back to the hotel.
My other three coworkers were all good guys. They didn’t follow my lifestyle, which many consider to be quite conservative, but they were still people I considered friends.
The drinks started to flow, I had Sprite, and I watched an interesting transformation happen. I’d never been around guys as they got drunk. One side effect was that I became the funniest man in the world to them. Anything remotely clever I said got them roaring in laughter.
It felt a bit weird to be at a bar, but I had decided way beforehand I wouldn’t be drinking, and had made it clear to the guys, so I never felt pressure to join in.
However, there was one aspect of the evening I had considered. We were at a bar. On Valentine’s Day. And it was “ladies night.�
Soon, we started getting attention from several women—sometimes they were in groups, sometimes they were alone. All of us guys were married, so as soon that they approached, we’d flash our wedding rings to scare them away, though as the night drew on, and the other guys got more drunk, the more flattered they would get.
Some of the women got upset, one even said, “What are you even doing here if you’re not available?�
I kept thinking about my wife and how much I missed her. I’d have taken a quiet night at home with her over the bar with all the single ladies anytime.
Eventually we headed back to the hotel. Though I didn’t have to drive, I did have to help them find their rooms once we got back to the hotel.
The next morning, we once again tried to find a way home. We ended up having to get a flight into Newark and then take a rented car to JFK airport. The trip home was miserable. We had long waits, crammed airplanes, and the uncertainty if we’d even make it home or if our flight would get diverted.
But it could have been worse for me. At least I wasn’t hung-over.

Published on February 14, 2013 09:04
February 12, 2013
Wrong direction?
I don’t often talk about what I do outside of writing. My bio states I’m an award-winning TV director. And it’s true. I won awards when I directed TV shows. But I don’t do that anymore. As for why, that requires I share some more information I’ve not shared before.
In high school, my focus was on electronics. I did very well in the classes I took, and even won a statewide competition called “The Vocational Excellence Award� which earned me a full year scholarship.
I graduated when I was only 17 years old, and I knew I wanted to serve an LDS (Mormon) mission when I turned 19, so I had a full year of schooling I could get in before I went.
And that’s what I did. I started to learn how to be an electrical engineer—and was bored out of my mind. I understood it, and got good grades, but I couldn’t imagine spending hours each day drawing schematics.
Upon returning from my LDS mission, I changed my focus to television production based on the good experiences I had while working at my high school radio station—a job I got because of my electronics knowledge.
I did very well in the TV course at BYU, earning the highest honor possible for a student—the silver microphone in directing.
After a two-and-a-half year stint in Twin Falls, Idaho at a small, but awesome, station, I got my big break. I was hired as the operations manager at a 24 hour news station in Connecticut, which was officially in the New York City market. It was quite a jump from small town America.
For seven years I was at the station in Connecticut. Much happened during that time—the 9/11 attacks, massive layoffs in 2002, a huge shift in technology which changed how we did our jobs. Through it all, my lifeline, the reason I worked so hard, was my family.
Yet, over time, the demands from work increased to the point where it became clear I would have to choose my work or my family. Once that became clear to me, I knew I had to make a change.
In 2007, I left TV and went to work as a bank manager in North Carolina. They hired me for my management experience, and taught me banking. In 2008, the banking world crashed—hard. I kept my job, but the company I worked for was bought out by a bigger bank. It was not good times.
I switched banks, but found the grass wasn’t any greener with them.
I was back to having to make a choice. I wasn’t happy with my job, but I had a family to support.
My choice was made for me, after a fashion, when I got sick. It was bad enough the doctors pulled me out of work. By the time I was cleared to go back to work, several month later, my job had been eliminated.
Here I was a 42 years old, with four daughters, three of them teens, and basically unemployed, due to no fault of my own. I was again faced with a decision. What could I do? I knew that I didn’t want to go back to TV and banking is still a mess.
During the last year of my time in Connecticut, I started writing, if for no other reason than to have a creative outlet. I continued to do so while in banking—I especially needed the outlet then.
I was fortunate enough to have a couple of books published, as well as several short stories—one of which even won an award.
I love writing, and wanted to get better at it.
So, after a lot of thought and prayer, and talking with my wife, I went back to school to get my Masters in Creative Writing. I should be done in about a year from when I’m writing this.
My goal is to not only help my writing career, but also to be able to teach Creative Writing one day. As I’ve given presentations to schools and other places about my books, I’ve really enjoyed it.
To help pay the bills, I substitute teach at middle and high schools. Though the pay isn’t great, it’s been a wonderful experience. I get all sorts of ideas that I use in writing. In addition, it helped me appreciate how wonderful my children are and what they are faced with each day at school.
Some may say that I’m headed the wrong direction. I went from having a good paying job in Connecticut where I was a very young operations manager with a bright future ahead of me, to a Grad student who subs at schools, and isn’t sure exactly what the future holds.
But one thing is certain. Since I got sick, I have been able to spend a lot of time with my daughters—time I won’t have later in life because they are growing up and moving out. No amount of money or status can compare to the joy I’ve had from being a dad.

Published on February 12, 2013 10:01
February 7, 2013
My exercise plan
My exercise plan:
I STRETCH my budget.
I PUSH my luck.
I PULL out my hair.
I LIFT the spirits of those around me.
I JUMP to conclusions.
I WALK a fine line.
I JOG my memory.
I’m RUNNING out of time.

Published on February 07, 2013 11:55
January 30, 2013
And now, the irony
As a writer of fiction, I have to be aware that I’m playing by the rules. That may seem like a bit of a contradiction, but it isn’t. When creating characters, settings and plot lines, they can’t be out of the realm of which I’ve created. Still not clear? Okay, imagine you are walking down the street and run into a purple badger—who can talk and dance. I, personally, have never seen a talking, dancing, purple badger, nor have I heard of one that exists.
It doesn’t make sense.
It’s unbelievable.
My first novel, The Hidden Sun, is medieval fiction. If at the end the hero saves the day by using the internet to access satellites in order to see where the enemy is hiding, it wouldn’t make sense. It would be unbelievable.
One of my finished, unpublished books is a different genre than what I normally write—at leastat thismoment in time. It deals with a fairly sensitive subject, so as I’ve shopped it around, I’ve had publishers who don’t want to touch it for that very reason.
I was recommended a publisher that deals with these types of books (note: the books isn’t anything I wouldn’t let my daughters read) and I submitted it.
I heard back from them. As often happens in publishing, the book was rejected. Why? Because the book was too “unbelievable”—the gatekeeper who read it couldn’t believe all the stuff that happens, therefore, neither would the readers.
And now, the irony: I wrote the book primarily because I believe it is a story that needs to be told. I’ve been told from other people who have heard the story that they couldn’t, or perhaps, didn’t want to believe what happened.
So, I should just change the parts that are unbelievable, right?
Nope. I refuse.
And why?
Because the story is true. I experienced the events. They really happened. To change them would mean I would have to betray who I am to myself. And if I learned nothing from the events in the story, that is something I will not do.

Published on January 30, 2013 12:36
January 21, 2013
It’s The Singer, Not The Song
I was listening to one of my favorite albums recently, Vital Signs by Survivor. One of the songs on it is called “It’s The Singer, Not The Song.� It got me thinking: is that true?
Granted, most of my musical knowledge comes from the 1980’s, but I started to think about rock groups that have had hits with different lead singers, as well as singers that left their groups that went on to have successful solo careers.
I
t seems a common story from bands around that time was that they would get popular, and then the lead singer would leave for any number of reasons to pursue a solo career. Sometimes that worked out for the lead singer, most times it didn’t. And sometimes the band carried on and did fine.
Some lead singers that left successful groups to have hit solo songs include Sting from The Police, Phil Collins and Peter Gabriel from Genesis, and Peter Cetera from Chicago.
Peter Cetera
I recently posted the question on Facebook about which groups had a lead singer leave, and still managed to get a hit with a different lead singer. I got all sorts of responses.
Probably the most well-known is Van Halen. With David Lee Roth, they had hits like “Jump� and “Panama.� With Sammy Hagar, their hits included “Why Can’t This Be Love?� and “Right Now.�
The group that led me down this train of thought was one as well. Survivor had a mega hit with “Eye of the Tiger� sung by Dave Bickler, yet after he left the band and was replaced by Jimi Jamison, other hits included “High On You,� “I Can’t Hold Back� and “The Search is Over.�
One of the most popular groups to have a revolving door of lead singers is Toto. Granted, some of these musicians have been with the group the whole time, but take a look of which of them sang on various hits: Bobby Kimball sang “Hold the Line.� David Paich sang “Africa.� Fergie Frederiksen sang with Paich on “Stranger in Town.� Steve Lukather sang “I’ll Be Over You.� Joseph Williams sang “Pamela.� They even had yet another lead singer in Jean-Michel Byron who sang on some new songs, though none of them were hits.
So, is it the singer, or the song that makes the difference? John Wetton of Asia had a number of hits with the group, and while he put out many solo albums, none of those songs got heavy radio play.
Personally, I think successful groups are due to the collective members of the band—though the singer tends to get the most attention.
A perfect example of this is the group Genesis.
Picture of Genesis back in the day
Phil Collins had huge hits both as a solo artist ("In the Air Tonight," "Sussudio,� and "Against All Odds") and also as the singer for Genesis (“Invisible Touch,� “Land of Confusion,� and “Misunderstanding�).
But Genesis as a group also had hits with different lead singers. Before Peter Gabriel left the group, he sang on the hit, “I Know What I Like (In Your Wardrobe)� before having solo hits like “Sledgehammer,� “Solsbury Hill,� “Shock the Monkey� and “In Your Eyes.�
A little less know is a song by Genesis called “Congo� that was considered a hit by yet a different lead singer for Genesis, Ray Wilson, who took over for Phil Collins in 1997.
Mike Rutherford, who also played in Genesis, had quite a successful career outside of Genesis with his band Mike + The Mechanics, probably best known for their songs “The Living Years� and “All I Need is a Miracle.�
But wait, there’s more! Steven Hackett who was the original guitarist for Genesis had a solo hit with “Cell 151� and later, he joined GTR who had a huge hit with “When the Heart Rules the Mind.�
So, is it the singer, or the song? I say it’s a combo. After all, how many songs have been redone by other artists and have become hits. But that’s a blog for another time.

Published on January 21, 2013 13:43
January 12, 2013
Review of The Secret Sister's Club
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I started reading The Secret Sister’s Club. I had a unique experience that most readers don’t get. I actually had a chance to meet the author and speak with her before I read the book. I found her to be a refreshingly honest and open person—in a good way, and I wondered if that would translate to her books.
It did.
Bucheger isn’t afraid to tackle hard subjects, but she doesn’t do it in a sensational manner. The characters of Ginnie and Tillie are well written and developed. I found myself caring for them and cheering them on. That’s hard for an author to do.
I have teenage daughters and have added the Ginnie West books to the list of my recommended reads for them. I think that, above all, is the greatest compliment I can give this particular book and series.

Published on January 12, 2013 08:23
January 11, 2013
Bang Bang
The radar gun read �92 mph.�
Sighing, the police officer pulled his patrol car onto the nearly deserted highway and then turned on his siren.
The red sports car was a good ways ahead of him, but if the driver had any sense, he’d see the flashing lights in his rearview mirror and pull over.
The police officer accelerated until he started to close the gap. For a moment, he thought the sports car would make a run for it. He was about to call for backup when he saw the speeding vehicle slow down. Soon enough, it pulled off the side of the road.
After pulling in behind the sports car, he carefully got out and approached the driver’s side. Shortly, he could see it was a male driver, and a young one at that.
The young man rolled down his window, but didn’t say anything. The police officer didn’t sense any danger from the kid—if anything, he sensed contempt.
“Any idea how fast you were going there, son?� the police officer asked.
“Around ninety.�
“And do you know what the speed limit is?�
The response took the officer by surprise. “No. And I don’t really care. I think it’s a stupid law and I don’t see why I should have to follow it.�
There was an embroidered logo on the young man’s shirt. It was from a local country club for only the richest of the rich. It wasn’t the first time the police officer had dealt with this same type of attitude. But it wasn’t always from the wealthy. It was from people of all ages, races and economic situations. Frankly, he was tired of it.
“I see,� said the police officer.
He took his gun from his holster. The young man’s eyes grew wide.
Two shots rang out.
The result was two flat tires on the sports car.
“What do you think you’re doing?� The young man said, clearly exasperated. “You can’t do that! It’s against the law! Oh, when my father’s lawyers get a hold of you, you’ll—�
The officer shut him up by lifting his gun.
“You know, I don’t really care. I think it’s a stupid law and I don’t see why I should have to follow it.�

Published on January 11, 2013 12:31
January 1, 2013
Top 5 blogs of 2012 (and other stuff)
Wow. Another year—poof! Gone. Done. But not forgotten. 2012 saw the publications of my books The Waxing Moon and The Night the Port-A-Potty Burned Down and Other Stories.
I also had three short stories published: “Howler King�, “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day� (from Sing We Now of Christmas), and award-winning “The Doughnut� (from Parables for Today).
If all goes according to plan (and when does that ever happen?!?!?!?), I’ll have at least two more books published in 2013: The Zealous Star (the third book of the Bariwon series) and The Mirror of the Soul (based on the works of Chris de Burgh).
But there’s more! I have another completed book, Wall of Faith, which is still looking for a home. It could quite possibly be published in 2013 as well.
What else? Well, I’ll be contributing another short story to Michael Young’s next Christmas anthology. The first draft is written.
Also, I’m roughly 17,000 words into another book which is quite a departure from my other works. It’s about a young man who moves from North Carolina to Utah at the start of his senior year in high school. I don’t want to give away too much, but due to a certain plot point, the story takes place in the late 1980’s.
On top of all this is family, church, work and something else…what is it? Oh yeah! I’m working on my Master’s degree in creative writing.
One thing I like to do at the end of the year is see which of my blogs got the most “hits� (meaning the most times people accessed the page.)
Here are the top 5 of 2012:
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And number 1:

Published on January 01, 2013 10:12