Upcoming Projects & Feedback

I wanted to share some of our upcoming projects with our readers. As you know, Sky Bridge: The Garden Serial is nearing a close. We’re very excited about the way that it is wrapping up. Once finished, we hope to publish the entire volume as an eBook on our amazon page, amazon.com/author/pruittwrites.

Another project coming to amazon in the future will be “Mayor”. For our “Balloon” fans, you may remember a brief reference to Mayor Stewart Carpelli. His fictional biography will feature a political conflict between him and Finney Landstreet. Two true sons of New York who want the city to prosper, but in a different way.

140 Mile Stretch continues to unravel a jolt through time on our tumblr page. We’ve been experimenting with short synopsis of the story on twitter, and a longer version on tumblr. We would like our reader’s opinion, not only of the story itself, but of the format.

Also, F.L.O.P. is coming, he’s getting his own series. You may remember the contest with our three adventure characters. Colonel Cameron Taylor gained the most votes, and you can continue to read his exploits in 140 Mile Stretch. While he was the favorite of our contest, one very important voter’s favorite was Edward Sandstone, “The F.L.O.P.”. That voter is my Wife Ashley, and we’re both excited about this new series. It will most likely be our Winter 2013/2014 serial.

It may seem a little early, however Christmas will arrive in 117 days. Tis the season for PruittWrites Christmas eStories Campaign. I can’t wait to share more on this soon. I hope that you will enjoy it.

I wanted to talk with our readers for just a moment if I could. We are looking for new ways to inspire, entertain, and inform our readers as our website grows. Some of the ideas we’re considering is adding contributing articles. What are your thoughts on this?

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We hope that you will take a moment and share your opinions, whether via comment, email, twitter, Facebook, or our Google+ site. I hope that you’ll share with us, not only what you like, but also how we could improve our site. Thank you for taking time to share your opinions, they are vital to the enhancement of PruittWrites.com.

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T.J. Pruitt

Sky Bridge: The Artist

Isaac Rosen nodded to the kitchen. “Mr. Sanders, here at The Garden, wonderful things happen on a regular basis. Last night, a millionaire walked in. His intention was to have the finest meal we have, then jump from his penthouse apartment. He was alone, except for his money, but something happened. The man left with the wife who, two weeks prior, had filed for divorce.”

“Today, they renewed their vows and set sail for a second honeymoon. All it cost him was swallowing his pride, something that he had spent millions and years trying to keep. Some days you’ll find that to keep what is the most dear to you, you must be willing to let everything else go.”

Jerry was polite, but angry. “Mr. Rosen, I’ve lost almost everything, I can’t afford to let go of anything else.” Isaac looked at the young lady across the table. “If you don’t, perhaps the cost will be greater than you yourself can redeem?” Michelle didn’t look up, she didn’t understand, but for the first time in a while, she had hope.

Isaac made his next move.”If the two of you will follow me to the kitchen, I think we’re ready for another happy ending. Or do you not want to meet your anonymous benefactor?” The three made their way to the second most important room at The Garden. Isaac lead them to the back of the kitchen where an old man waited with a wooden easel.

His hands were withered and tired. It had been two years since he could hold a brush in them. During the last few years he had known it was coming, so he painted feverishly. Every minute he was painting, the canvas underneath was his last. Right now, it didn’t seem like much, but in a few minutes, to the world, it would be his most valuable painting.

Check out the next chapter, Sky Bridge: The Story.

Dr. Ed’s Hobo Apprentice

This morning I visited Dr. Ed once again. Now as I have said previously, it’s an inspirational yet quirky corner of my brain. Dr. Ed is among other things a Strategic Encourager. He goes to great, and unusual lengths, to accomplish this. You never quite know what to expect next, which is why I always enter with the intent of not being surprised, and yet I always leave amazed.

Prior to reaching the studio this morning, I was walking in the parking lot. I’m used to strange vehicles, after all this is an imaginary journey. I did not however expect to see a train box car parked near the front. You know the kind I’m talking about, you see it in old movies, it’s usually behind a steam locomotive.

That was odd enough, but when I walked through the front door, I heard train sounds in the lobby, when I walked to where Dr. Ed’s office was last visit, a make shift tent and clothesline had replaced it. I walked through the opening and instantly everything was even weirder than I expected, no surprise.

It was what we would have called years ago, a hobo’s camp. Various character traits, and figments of my imagination, Tom Sawyer etc. were all around. I asked if the Doctor was in and they pointed me east. When I arrived, I couldn’t help but laugh at what I saw.

There was Dr. Ed, shoeless, socks in his coat pocket, his suit legs rolled up, wading in a creek. He was holding a make shift fishing pole talking to a hobo that looked very much like me when I am severely depressed, he called him Rome.

“Rome, you can’t get so down when you have a problem. Everybody goes through things, some days you’ll have good days, other days will be absolutely, completely, utterly horrible. Some days will be terrible, excruciating periods of time that you will fight the entire day.” It was there that I stopped him. I took him aside, for the first time ever, Dr. Ed was off his game.

I said, “I don’t want to hurt your feelings Dr. Ed, but I don’t think you’re being very edifying right now. That’s not the way I would lead in to fixing this guy’s problem.” His response was to laugh at me, and hand me his fishing pole. Then he stuck both hands in the water, and pulled out a 10 lb trout.

I stood there dumbfounded and confused, a byproduct of a visit to Dr. Ed. “My dear boy, Rome is not the one that is discouraged. He is my apprentice, Dr. Ed. Jr. if you wish. Trademark and Patent pending of course. I’m training him on what to expect in his practice of roaming the countryside encouraging others.”

He continued, “You see, encouragement is not done in a vacuum. It’s easy to encourage others on good days. It’s even somewhat easy on mildly perturbing days. The real challenge is to encourage others on those days when they feel that they are fighting for their very existence.”

All of this he explained while wrestling to hold on to a flopping trout. “Ok, I see I’ve stepped into another one of your visual workshops, so explain the hobo and the fish.” He laughed, “My dear boy, Rome is merely going to travel the box car of your cerebral cortex attempting to encourage those who are somewhat perplexed or cast down by life’s circumstances.”

“In other words, preferably English words, he’s going to Edify when someone’s down. That I get, but how does talking about the horrible days, an imaginary hobo, and that trout accomplish that?” At which point, he pitched the trout towards me, so I dropped the fishing pole. Now I stood there, the pole submerged under my feet, fighting to hold on to the daily catch.

Dr. Ed sat down on the bank and began to explain. “As I was saying to Rome, people fight every day just to hold on to some form of peace. The mistake we, even as Christians, make is this, we think that our happiness depends on our circumstances. In other words, much like a fisherman, we’re only happy when we ‘catch’ something.”

“If we don’t catch anything one day, were mildly unhappy. Two days we’re worried, three days and we’re in a panic. We can get so overwhelmed that when we do finally catch something, we toss everything out just to hang on to what we’ve accomplished, or pursued.

“We sacrifice the tools of our trade for the results, much like you sacrificed the instrument that would catch more fish for one measly trout. The songwriter said in this way.”

O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.

I nodded, he wasn’t off his rocker at all, he was just getting my attention. “In other words, we should cherish the Provider more than His provision, especially in the hard days. I should have dropped the fish, and held on to the fishing pole?” He smiled, “You’re close, but the fishing pole is merely the tool that God gave you to reap His provision.”

“Too many people substitute trusting in their talents instead of trusting in the Giver Of Talents. In those times when you’re cold, tired, and frustrated, don’t hold on to your things, or your means of obtaining those things. Hold on to The God that gave you both, but this isn’t about material things, this is about your state of mind.”

I dropped the fish and smiled. Dr. Ed smiled, “What have you learned?” “Oh no”, I said, “Rome is your pupil, give him the pop quiz.” Rome joined us, “Dr. Ed was saying two things actually, one before you got here, and the other after you arrived.”

“First, my mission is not to explain to others why they should be happy. Edifying leads to happiness, but it’s not it’s first stop. The Scripture tells us not only to Rejoice with them that rejoice, but to mourn with them that mourn. I’m too support those who are going through a battle.”

“Not so much by the words that I say, but the shoulder I have to bear their burdens with. I can’t get so caught up in results that I miss the point. I’m not here to erase every problem, I’m to be with them until the problem ends. Edifying your friends is an act of relationship. One of the most famous Scriptures in the Book of Psalms is in Psalms 23, Verse 4. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou [art] with me;”

“David was encouraged in this, not by the words God said, but by God’s presence. At times, all I have to be to encourage others, is too simply be there for them. Even if it’s as simple as going fishing with a friend who’s down.”

Dr. Ed gave Rome an A+ that day, and like always, I learned something in the process. The three of us spent the afternoon setting on the bank fishing. We caught some, missed others, and enjoyed some fellowship.

His apprentice learned a lot this summer, as did I. This included the fact that encouraging others is more about relationship than accomplishment. It’s taken time for me to learn that over the years, but it took his apprentice some time too. You’ll forgive me, but after all, ‘Rome wasn’t built in a day.’

Windows Of Heaven

The specific phrase, “windows of Heaven”, is mentioned in three books of the Bible. In Genesis, 2 Kings, and Malachi.

The sequence goes something like this. In Genesis God opened the windows. In 2 Kings, the skeptic doubted both their existence, and God’s provision. In Malachi, God promised that if we would bring all the Tithes and Offering into the storehouse, He would pour out overwhelming blessings from the windows.

In the first two books, the skeptic’s doubt cost them their lives, even while Noah and Elisha were spared. In the third book, He lets us choose which group we will be in. I choose to believe the Creator of those windows rather than outsiders. After all, they are “all season” windows, God can bless in a season of trial as easily as He can in a season of blessing!