Book Blog Tour & Giveaway - The Second Creation by Kenneth S. Murray

Book Description:

The Second Creation weaves together two stories; a life ending comet strike on earth, and inter-galactic war within the Realm of the Galaxies.

Research by Sandia National Laboratories Comet Impact Simulations brings incredible reality, and biosphere life begins a new human story.

Dunge Katorsay, an Apostle of the Anti-Christ, leads his forces from the Draco Constellation to defeat the realm and become its chairman.

Brian Hudson and Charlotte Tennyson are introduced as earth embryos. Both are born years later on another planet.

Charlotte is captured by Draco forces; her memory copied into her physical clone, who returns to Brian to spy on the realm. Charlotte's bisexual tendencies were revealed, and she is kept by Dr. Sorsin, the lesbian bio-engineering genius.

The ending above the earth, as their forces collide, is a horrific battle between the Anti-Christ and the second coming of a God child.

Guest Post:

My choice of topic will be about writing in general. The word, books, is usually used to describe non-fiction, but then there's historical fiction - part true and part fiction; and of course, a novel is fiction, which is what I usually write, except I try to include a lot of fact to make the story more believable, including the subject of this book blog; more specifically, my science fiction novel, The Second Creation.

Until just recently, when I finished editing the novel, which is a constant on-going task for writers, I found myself coming off a four year change of pace when I became fascinated with poetry. So I studied the art of  writing poetry, read numerous books about poetry, and went back to  Rollins College here in Winter Park, Florida and attended a critique class on the subject for two years.
 
John Updike was a prolific author, poet, journalist, novelist, critic, and a short story writer. And he was one of only three authors who received the Pulitzer Prize twice for his work. I never did care for his novels, but I agreed with him when he said during an interview a few years ago, that when he looked back at his work, he turned to his poetry because he said, "it was the most intense and the most satisfying."

Poetry comes to me with a jolt of inspiration. Something like I just recently read in a novel where the writer used the words, orchid and garden in the same sentence. I went to my computer and wrote this poem, which only took a few minutes. Then I edited the poem for a few days and I'm satisfied with this result. Poetry MUST be read out loud to sense and feel what the poet is trying to express.
   

     Orchid
  
    A Poem by Keneth S.  Murray

   A valley in a mountain rain forest
   forms a never lifting fog,
   a timeless mist out of which
   You come to me.   

   An ephemeral ghost, never speaking
   but beautiful to behold.
   I reach out as you slip away
   with a knowing smile that
   hints of warmth, a closeness that
   I never taste or touch.

   Through the valley I walk
   As I search for you.
   Sometimes I hear a whisper,
   My head turns, eyes squeezing
   To see through the misty veil.

   I catch a glimpse of great beauty,
   An ethereal spirit floating above me.
   A breeze clears the air, the figure
   Turns into an orchid, so delicate,
   Its white petals -- soft and pure
   And cool, like new snow.

   In its depth lies the bright promise
   As the flower's red center beckons.
   I have found my Eden.

Another inspired moment came to me when I was looking through CD's in the music section of a book store that was closing. I saw two compact discs that were not in the usual clear plastic boxes, but stored in old fashioned cardboard. It was the music from Kismet, a Broadway play that starred Alfred Drake, the baritone of the day, and Doretta Morrow, the Sarah Brightman of that era. One of my favorite songs is "Stranger in Paradise," that was introduced in that show and my fiancée and I saw it when the musical play opened in Philadelphia.

Now years later, after playing the music for about a week as I drove around town; I suddenly knew I had a poem to write from that song.   
  

Paradise

   A Poem by Kenneth S. Murray

   My distant vision of you
   Sees the power of
   An approaching storm
   As thunder stirs my heart.

   The clean fresh smell
   Heralds its arrival
   And unrelenting like you
   Sweeps my breath away
   With that first gust.

   Your smile,
   Brings freshness of new life.
   Your kisses, that soft fire --
   They touch my face
   Like drops of electric rain.

   Your arms surround me
   They overwhelm my senses,
   And I have lived again
   To enter paradise.

So -- I hope this has given your readers some insight about how a writer's thought process functions when the muse, that sits on his or her shoulder, and speaks telepathically into the mind.
Here's a philosophic poem to end on that I haven't finished yet.

    Mortality

   Death is but a change of worlds,
   A spiritual bath in the warm, soft
   light of a different cosmos. 

About The Author:

Kenneth S. Murray lives with his wife Beth in Winter Park and has sons and daughters and three grandchildren. A graduate of the University of Virginia, he served in a top secret cryptographic unit of the U. S. Army in the Pentagon during the Korean war organizing intelligence from codes deciphered by the National Intelligence Agency. He moved to Florida in 1958, retired early and for the past fifteen years has been writing novels and poetry.

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