I’m blessed. I didn’t really understand that until later in life. It came to me as I reviewed my life and realized I probably wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.

You probably heard the old axiom “count your blessings.” That’s what I did.

I’ve been married to my wife now for almost 32 years. I have two children and three step-children, and six granddaughters. My health is good. I can’t complain. These are blessings.

Life hasn’t always been easy, but I’ve managed to work through the hard times. And, my early life wasn’t very deserving of blessing.


I survived an auto wreck in high school. My draft number was 35 when the lottery came around and I had no student or other deferments. I ended up enlisting in the Navy. No, I did not want to go to Vietnam, but I ended up there anyway in 1972. I came home when many of my shipmates and friends did not.

I carried survivor guilt for many years. A therapist may say I still carry it.

I love motorcycles and riding. I especially like riding long distances, going places I haven’t been. Exploring our country. I survived two severe wrecks. On one trip, I left a motel in a small town in South Dakota about a half-hour before a tornado touched down.


When you look back on your life and see the events and accidents that brought you to the present, you have to ask: Is it luck, or is it a blessing?

I didn’t mature in my faith until later in life. I look back on the events in my early years I can only assign my survival to being blessed. Many times someone said something to the effect, “someone had a hand on your shoulder, son.” This after some horrendous event.

As I matured in my faith, I realized God’s plan for me, my purpose in His plan–however you want to describe it–is still developing. I say that because I know I have no idea. I just know I’m not done. His work in me is not complete. Still, I’m blessed.

Keep writing.



Poetry | Guy L. PaceI’m no great poet. I do dabble in poetry at times and I like Haiku. Traditional Haiku, that is.

Traditional Haiku is the 5-7-5 format. Five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the last. The last line is supposed to be the cut or slash to provide contrast to or a shift from the first two lines.

If you look it up in Wikipedia, you’ll find better descriptions. I like it because of the challenge to create a vision and experience in a brief, concise, and intense set of words–seventeen syllables.

If you think that is easy, check the Wikipedia entry and they try it yourself.

Biker Haiku

I’m working on a project that involves Haiku in my own style. I call it Biker Haiku. Most of the poems were composed in my head while on the road. Flavored by the landscapes, weather, and encounters, the little bits of verse help package the experience of the journeys.

Long, straight desert road

Flickering desert mirage

Mountains float ahead

I currently have 30+ little poems in the project. More will come. At some point, I’ll take the entire collection and make a little ebook. In the meantime, I’ll continue to crank out little verse snippets after rides.

Like this one:

Cool October day

Ride along a river road

Through golden tunnels


Yes, the other day was a cool day in October. A friend and I rode our motorcycles along a beautiful river and through incredible falls colors you only get in the Pacific Northwest. Western Larch (also called Tamarack)–an evergreen that actually changes color in the fall–lends a bright golden hue to the landscape.

This time of year can be magical in the changes, the colors. We’ve been fortunate the fall colors came before the heavy rains that knock off all the leaves. The mornings start cold and often frosty. Mountain roads might retain some of that frost in shaded curves. Sometimes leaves fall like orange snow as you ride down country roads.

Pull the images from your mind and pack them into seventeen syllables. It’s an exercise in brevity and art.

Keep writing.

(Note: somehow, I managed to publish this before it was read. Fat finger error, evidently.)



 Crater Lake | Guy L. Pace


So much changes in our lives. About fifty years ago, I was a young man in Central Oregon. My friends and I made a huge playground of the high desert. We explored lava tube caves and the wide open juniper forest, climbed Mt. Bachelor and the South Sister, among other things. What is now a national monument (the Newberry National Volcanic Monument) was our back yard.

Where we used to hunt rabbits, bike, and hike is now filled with subdivisions around Bend, OR. Our old archery deer hunting grounds became the Sun River resort destination.

Now I must pay admission to go up Lava Butte or visit Paulina Lake. Well, I would if I didn’t have my senior pass (that was a very good decision).

Change is the only constant.

I met my brother and cousin in Southern Idaho recently, and the three of us rode our motorcycles through to Oregon, the coast, and finally to Crater Lake. In all the time I’ve lived around the area, I never got to Crater Lake. This time I did and it was the final destination we had as a group. From here, we split and went different ways. This gave me some time to reflect on our travels, the places we visited, and the sights we saw.

The pace

Some places, like the John Day area, change little or slowly. It seemed some of the farms we passed had the same horses I used to see all those years ago. The pace is slower and all the businesses are still there.

Bend, on the other hand, is so very different now. The pace is faster. Growth continues. Nothing looks the same. It takes time and effort to find the old house, the park, the high school, and some of the other places that were meaningful so long ago.

Like the characters in our stories, change is a given. Nothing stays the same for long. Prices increase and people move. Farmers grow different crops because of economic changes. New highways bypass old neighborhoods and leave the past behind. All that impacts our characters. Sometimes for the good. Sometimes not. It is rare that a place retains the nuances someone might remember from long ago.

Keep this in mind as you work with a character in your story.

Keep writing.


P.S. — Never explore lava tube caves alone. You never know when you need a friend to pull you out by the feet. And, take a flashlight with fresh batteries.



Post Publication Letdown

Post Publication Letdown

Okay. I’m supposed to be writing.

IMG_5506But it snowed this morning. I have event dates to set for readings and other things and deadlines loom. I posted the book trailer for Nasty Leftovers on YouTube. Family health issues cropped up this week, too. I ordered author copies of both Nasty Leftovers and Sudden Mission, and some promo material. And it is post publication.

And I’m supposed to be writing.

I did get out for a few rides this last week and attended a spaghetti feed fundraiser for diabetes at a biker bar (Spokane has a few – this IS Harley Heaven, after all). I got to meet a few folks, talk about riding and motorcycles, and eat some spaghetti. Nothing like hanging out in a sunny, warm outside venue with folks clad in patched-up black leather, all for a good cause.IMG_5507

But I’m supposed to be writing.

Nasty Leftovers released last week and got a wonderful first review. Then both Sudden Mission and Nasty Leftovers got Radiqx Press awards. My granddaughters think Papa is pretty special, but they are still a bit young to read the books and understand what this all means. So, I play Minecraft with them and we have fun. Well … until they gang up on Papa.

I’m supposed to be writing.

I structured the third installment, Alien Alliance (working title)in Scrivener, with additional character sketches and a first chapter or two. I need to spend a little time in NeO, getting the outline fleshed out. But I haven’t opened it in a week. Sometimes, I think we need a NaNoWriMo in the spring so we can focus and get it done.

Yeah. I’m supposed to be writing.

You may notice that I included a lot of links in this post. That’s just to share some of the cool stuff going on and show off some of the important tools I use. Some are distractions, some are part of the legwork involved in being a published author, and some are just fun.

So. I’m supposed to be writing.

Yes. I’ll get it done. No worries.

Keep writing.