The “Swiss Journalist” wrote: Hi Griff, hope things are well. Can we talk on the phone tomorrow? I have to ask you something…
And I thought to myself: This is how it starts.
Roy for my mom’s father.
Madison from my dad’s father. He was born in deep south, and his birth name was Marion Madison Griffis, but my own father had an inkling such a name might cause me trouble in the growing-up-and-surviving department, so he opted for the middle name.
All that being said, most people call me “Griff.” I was in the Coast Guard about 30 seconds before I became Griff for the rest of my life.
My writing? Along the way, I’ve written plays, poetry, short stories, and screenplays. Last ten years or so, I drifted into novels. Prior to that, I’d been making the rounds in Hollywood, and gotten really tired of facing the committees of MBAs who gave “notes” on your scripts. The turning point was probably when I’d written a screenplay set in the Korean War, and it had––unsurprisingly for anyone who knows anything about history–– Chinese Communists as antagonists. One MBA said “Hold on, I need to make sure it’s okay to have the Chinese as bad guys.” Dude, it’s the Korean War, about a million Red Chinese soldiers dropped by one winter day to give a .50 caliber raspberry to Doug McArthur and the UN troops.
Oh, then I got good news. I was informed it was okay to have Chinese villains. I stopped trying to schlep my screenplays shortly after that, which was just as well, since people stopped being interested in reading them.
Haven’t discovered the title for Book Four (the last, I swear!) of my By the Hands of Men series.
But I did finish the first part (working title: “Ringside at the Circus of the Fallen”).
I’m hard at work on the next section, which I call “A New Love.”
Meanwhile, a peek of me back in my “Getting Paid to be Errol Flynn” days, when I was the 61st Aviation Rescue Swimmer in the Coast Guard.
Rare photo of me in my dry-suit…that water in San Francisco could be cold. The dry-suit is discolored from the time I was crawling around the very greasy engine of a sinking fishing boat, trying to stop the leak. Ah, youth.
Or so I claim in this interview with Historical Fiction author, Maria Grace.
“You can outsource your compassion (and outrage), or you can do something with your own sweat, toil, and money to change the world around you right now. It’s up to us to make God real in the world. We are God’s hands and feet, we are the miracles He promised.”
It was a fun interview.
Had some unexpected help with today’s research. BabyKat dropped by to give me her perspective on the issue at hand.
Tends to forbid me from singing my own praises. It’s not natural for me to tout reviews for my work.
Back in Nebraska (the Nebraska of both my youth and my imagination), understated acceptance of praise was an art form in itself, because, hell, everybody who worked the fields, everybody who had to get up before daylight to feed the animals before going to school, everybody knew the work was hard. So when someone complimented your efforts, there had to be a touch of humility in your reply, along with a very wry acknowledgement that it was just your luck to be noticed.
As RWR readers know, our Prince of White Bread is a published fiction author. Needless to say, it’s a pleasure to read his work because it’s written from a world view to which we can relate. In a Roy Griffis novel, the sky is blue, grass is green, Conservatives aren’t evil, Progressives suck, and the world makes sense. And also, no sucker punches. Ah, readerly bliss!
As RWR readers also know, Andrew Breitbart famously pointed out that politics are downstream from culture. We on the Right clamor for more positive entertainment options, not only for our own pleasure, but because of pop culture’s potential power to sway public opinion away from somehow looking upon Progressive (Communist-Marxist-Maoist-Stalinist) Fascism favorably. America has very little time left if it is to be saved.
“The Fire This Time,” which is the second volume of the Lonesome George Series (LG2, for short) is with the publisher and editors. They’re doing their job.
Meanwhile, my copy-editor sent her notes on “Into the Flames,” volume two of the By the Hands of Men series. I’ve been working on incorporating her notes into my ms.
Target release date for “Into the Flames:” November 15.
And there is this. Gentle Hans with the wee Schnitzel dog.