The Commander

The final chapter of this story shows the commander falling in love with a friend and sailing his ship into the sunrise with his new love hugging him at the wheel. I like to write and do so every day. I awake at three or four in the morning and begin to write as the sun rises in the east over the Costa Rican mountains. I live in San Luis, Costa Rica, Canton Tilar嫕, in the province of Guanacaste. This morning, the skies are cloudy after a rainstorm and the sun is rising. Normally the skies turn a beautiful shade of orange mixed into the clouds of gray, black, and skies of bright blue. I love the sunrises and sunsets of Lake Arenal. The sunsets of the western skies fall over the western mountains and light up the skies. The sun reflects off the lake and into the eastern skies. It is a beautiful phenomenon, as a portion of the lake is bright orange and the blue is diminishing because of the twilight.

It is easy to write in this quiet environment. The later in the day I write, the more difficult it becomes, and I usually stop around nine, because construction and my girlfriend seem to need more attention. Such a tough life, living in paradise and having someone who loves you. My next book I am writing is a story of a young boy who gets lost in the world of perversions and hate. It is a difficult book because of the negative aspects of child molestation that grips a baby at a young age and turns him into a monstrous killer who seeks a lifetime of revenge. The Commander is a young hero from the early age of sixteen to his older age as he leaves the Navy. I hope you enjoy this book.