Joshua tree national park is at my door step. I live 10 minutes from the 29 Palms entrance. It is a very interesting park. There are only 2 places in the world that the Joshua Tree grows naturally, Jerusalem and 29 Palms California. I read that the Joshua Tree only grows at the gates to heaven and hell.
May you have a wonderful Christmas. May next year bring a more bountiful year than the last.
Robert Allan Coots
Sara’s Quest by
A Sci Fi Adventure, pirates and Mars are the perfect stomping ground for chaos to mature at an alarming rate
Sara’s Quest by Robert Coots
Sara could not understand why the United Earth Council would accuse her father of becoming a space pirate. Something was wrong, her father needed her help, she could since it somehow. He fought space pirates in the pirate wars and never needed help from anyone. He earned the highest awards the United Earth Council awarded. Now he vanished on his way back from his second Mars mission with the entire crew and the United Space Core Shuttle ‘Atlantic.’ Her father, Space Marshal Jack Smith, would never hijack a shuttle! It was against everything he believed in. She had to figure it out; he could be hurt or worse. Nobody could accuse her father of such a crime and get away with it; not as long as Sara Jane Smith had anything to say about it.
356 pages with 94,500 words
In the Vein of Hunger Games, but Better
By M.N. Prather – March 19, 2013
Sara’s Quest, by Robert Coots, is a fine piece of young adult science/future fiction that will find fans of all ages. Although the main character, Sara Smith, is slightly younger than the heroine of the Hunger Games trilogy, fans of that work will do well to pick up Coots work, as they begin to look for a new, but similar read. Sara is a tough, resourceful, but still in many ways impressionable and vulnerable. Coots has done an excellent job of capturing the essence in any era of being a girl at a very difficult age, caught between childhood and the coming of the teenage years. After about the first ten pages, Sara ceases to become a mere character. For readers, she becomes someone they know mixed with aspects of their own lives. As readers come to know, trust and care for Sara, they will find themselves moving deeper and deeper into the world that Coots has created. Indeed, the more you read, the harder it becomes to put down, which of course, is the greatest of testaments to a well-written, engaging tale with well-crafted characters.
Sara is the main character and certainly the driving force of the tale, but Coots shines in his ability to turn a time and a place into a second, equally important character. For a science/future fiction novel to work, the author must be able to craft their world and time so carefully that the reader is able to suspend their disbelief and go with the flow of the story. Coots proves to be a master in this delicate dance between creating a future place that is yet to be, yet endowing it with enough recognizable effects of our current age to gain the reader’s trust and belief. The author eases readers into his future place by focusing first on character, from there he takes small steps in revealing the future that Sara inhabits. In the end, the story’s time and place are very believable. At the end of the book, readers will find themselves wishing for the next work by Coots and hoping for an adaptation to the big screen.
Robert Allan Coots
My Imagination is like the ocean, the waves of inspiration bring forth the thoughts crashing upon my conscious mind. I rush to share them before they disappear into the darkness of my soul. Several times; flooding the lands with the force of a hurricane. Pouring out as if they were an endless river in my mind. The streams of desire impact upon the rivers to correct the destiny of my heart.
Many have tried to change the flow of my thoughts; without purpose. They plant drops of distraction to distort the path of the rush to place them in eternal life. In jealous furry they splatter the earth of my awareness. It darkens the lighthearted spirit of creation.
A storm brews in my fate as the thunder grows louder at the desire to complete life. Lightning strikes the flow in my soul churning. Desperate flashes of inspiration ignite the unknowing. The flow is all that remains of importance. Unrelenting hope strikes anew upon the beaches of creation.
By Robert Allan Coots
© August 18, 2014
The sound of trees whispering to the wind; sweet nothings, sweet nothings. Not one word; a phrase of immeasurable plight. Overwhelmed by the onslaught; I stammer with words incoherent. She smiles gliding gracefully past. The moment gone, it lingered beyond all time; never to be seen. Stolen from the past; only one moment, mine. Destiny withheld the fumbling fool; stop her and speak loves only true rule.
By Robert Coots
February 28, 2013