We can have the stars

I have been reading a lot of books about writing recently, including revisits to all my favorites. I have alarmingly misplaced my cherished paperback of Ray Bradbury’s precious Zen in the Art of Writing, and desperate for the poetry of Ray’s words, I broke out the audiobook.

Through serendipity, when I got back from the store and switched off the ignition, the last thing the narrator said was:

Do we want the stars? We can have them!

The context was a passage about the power of imagination and how every advance began with an idea, especially of late an idea in a science-fiction story. Do we want to journey to the stars? It’s no coincidence that a lot of rocket scientists were exposed to a lot of space stories in their formative years.

We can have the stars if we want them. I love that thought! The imagination has enormous power — that was the basis of the first novel I published, The Imaginary Bomb. Humanity has the ability to turn anything we can imagine into reality, and we’ve been doing that through all time.

Of course, any superpower can be used for good or for evil, and all too often the trophy goes to those who imagine a darker world. But we also can have the stars — that’s where Ghandi was going when he said, “Be the change you wish to see in the world.”

Others have said “You become what you think about” and encouraged us to focus on the light. As my friend and mentor the Apostle Paul said, “Whatever is true, whatever Is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable — if anything is excellent or praiseworthy — think about such things.”

Or, to sum up, if we want the stars, we can have them.

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It has now been one year and three days since I last published a book. See the World! has been out there since June 10, 2025. I browsed through the pages Friday afternoon and saw that a few of the prose poems I selected for the next book are already in STW! I will have to consider that as I approach the final edit.

I’ve been collecting blog posts into books since 2010, when I gathered a group into Refuse to be Afraid. See the World! is my 10th such collection. I also have seven books of fiction in print-on-demand and ebooks. I don’t exert a lot of energy on marketing, and so my 17 books each sell zero to a half-dozen copies in any given year. Who would have thought? If you build it, they will not come if you don’t point the way.

Like the nine books that preceded it, See the World! is a roughly organized group of these reflections I share every day. This particular grouping is 72 entries including the Introduction and post-concert Author’s Note, one entry for each year I had lived as of June 10, 2025, but that’s only interesting as a number, it wasn’t intentional.

Perhaps I am not a famous author because, as I admit in that introduction, “There is little rhyme or reason to what I share.” You never know, when my daily post drops at 3 a.m. Central,  what sort of content you will find, so I don’t appeal to any specific target audience. Still, continuing my introduction from a year ago —

“… I do have a couple of themes.

“First, I want what I write to encourage, enlighten, and/or entertain.

“Second, I want to reflect what Jesus said were the two greatest laws on which all of his teaching was based: Love God and love our neighbors, and by the way everyone on Earth is a neighbor.”

I have found, especially with my books from the last six years, that you can open them to any page and find something that will expound on one or more of those themes.

For that matter, you can just scroll back through this blog and find the same thing for free, but spending a modest number of dollars will give you a “Best Of” collection or two, or 10. (One of the titles I considered for the next book was Please Buy This Book, I Could Use the Money, but I think readers might expect that to be a humorous book, and sometimes I’m not [intentionally] funny.)

My books are all less than 20 bucks in print (except for Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, but hey, you would charge more for a 700-page book, too) or less than 5 bucks in ebook form  (even Myke!), and so you could read my entire canon for less than 85 bucks, less than 375 bucks if you spring for the paperbacks.

This post, for now, is as much marketing as I ever do. Did it work? Go to your favorite online book store, search for “Warren Bluhm,” and find some light summer reading — either “Buy It Now” or, even better, take the information to your favorite real book store and have them order it. You should have the book(s) within a couple of weeks.

And if you’re not enticed, let me know why — really. I do want to improve my “pitch” to potential readers.

A Fool Such As I

“Is it time?” The furtive whisper sprang from the darkness like a cannon shot.

He sighed. “Don’t do that to me.”

“Do what? I was quiet as I could be.”

“Too quiet. You made me jump.”

“Better to jump than to die, which is what just happened if I was a bad guy.”

“I know. That’s why I jumped, more than anything,” he admitted. “Sorry, I’m just jumpy.”

“Literally,” said his colleague, and they both chuckled.

This won’t do, thought the wannabe creator. A random scene between two whatever-they-ares on a quiet night. Who are they? Why are they skulking? Do I even care?

“Meaningless,” muttered the panicked writer. “Everything is meaningless.” He heard a bird sing through the glass. He had questions but did not know how to form them. He needed something he did not know how to define.

A smiling, cheerful somebody strolled by.

“Relax,” the somebody smiled. “Just relax. The world will neither rise nor fall as a result of what you produce today.”

“I just said that,” the morose creator said. “Everything is meaningless.”

“You said that, I didn’t,” said the smile. “The heavens declare the glory of God, who said ‘Yes’ to your question.”

“I didn’t ask a question.”

“And yet the answer is ‘Yes.’”

“What if I had asked if I am a fool?”

“Yes. But he uses the foolish of the world to confound the wise,” the smile smiled. “You believe you are the fool, and they think they’re wise guys, and yet you are closer to the truth.”

“The truth that I’m a fool?”

“No, silly. You’re not as foolish as you think, and they are nowhere near as wise as they think.”

“How does that help me?”

“For one thing, you’re willing to learn something you don’t know, and they think they know all they need to know. That makes you wiser than any of you can imagine.”

“OK, so teach me something, smart guy.”

“It’s not up to me to teach” — that smile again — “It’s up to you to learn. All that a so-called teacher can do is lead you to the water. It’s your decision whether you are thirsty enough to drink.”

OK, mission accomplished, thought the wannabe creator. This ought to make an interesting anecdote for tomorrow’s offering.

The smiling cheerful somebody looked up from the page. “You think you’re done? This is just the warmup exercise. Playtime is next.”

“What’s the game?”

“That’s the fun of it! You’ll learn as you play along.”

“What are we waiting for?” the two skulkers said in unison, which made everyone jump.