Life at Warp 10

What Would You Do If You Only Had 21 Days Left to Live?

Seeking a Friend for the End of the WorldBy Marcy Kennedy (@MarcyKennedy)

Before anyone panics, no, I’m not dying in 21 days. (That I know of anyway.)

But that question has been on my mind since I watched Seeking a Friend for the End of the World because in the movie, that’s how long they have before an asteroid destroys the earth. All hope for diverting or breaking up the asteroid has just been lost as the movie opens.

In Seeking a Friend for the End of the World, people’s reactions are a lot like you’d expect. There are riots in the streets. Some people start drinking, doing heroine, and engaging in orgies. Some commit suicide. Some keep going about their daily routine like absolutely nothing has changed, showing up for work and cutting their lawns. Some seek to do the things left on their bucket list, make their souls right with God, and reconcile with estranged loved ones.

And it got me wondering what I’d do if I only had 21 days left.

There’s a quote that floats around where some famous author was asked what he would do if he only had a few days left to live, and his answer was, “Write faster.”

That wouldn’t be me.

If I had 21 days left to live, I’d set this computer down and never touch it except to write emails to people I cared about and wouldn’t be able to see in time to tell them how much they meant to me.

I love my job. I love to write. But it’s my career. If I had only a little time left to live, it’s not going to matter if I make enough money to pay the bills for next month. It’s not going to matter if I hit my word count on my novel or finish that next round of edits. If I’m gone, no one is likely to read it anyway. I’m not famous enough that someone else would take over the work involved in publishing my writing.

What’s going to matter to me is getting in as much time with my husband, and family, and friends as possible. Walking my dog and cuddling my cats. I’d eat what I wanted and I wouldn’t exercise 🙂

Thinking about that made me realize something. None of us really knows how long we have. We might only have 21 days. We might have none. Worse, someone we love might have none. Today might be the last day we have with them.

Which means we should be focusing on the important things every day rather than neglecting them for the someday when we’ll have more time. Too often I fall prey to the peer pressure that says to succeed we need to work 10-, 12-, 14-hour days. I don’t believe that, and I’ve made it my goal this year to figure out how to work smarter and make better use of my time. To take back my life.

(In fact, I just finished a fast draft to increase my writing speed. I’ll share more about that in a Wednesday post when we focus on writing.)

I value hard work. Hard work is important to success. But life is more than work. Or at least I believe it should be, no matter how much you love your job.

What would you do if you only had 21 days left to live? Do you think I’m wrong or wrong in my stance on long hours and life-work balance?

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Is the World Becoming More Evil All the Time?

Loki The Avengers

This is Loki making the crowd bow before him.

By Marcy Kennedy (@MarcyKennedy)

It feels like the world is getting worse by the day. Like each day, a new level of evil is revealed. Until we wonder if we’re even safe to leave our homes.

But I was reminded of something this weekend as my husband and I watched The Avengers.

Loki, basically a super-villain with super-powers comes to earth to take it over. He kills without remorse.

Early in the movie, Loki forces a crowd in Germany to kneel before him. He wants humanity to fear him. He wants to rule over them. “You were made to be ruled,” he tells them. “In the end, you will always kneel.”

One old man struggles to his feet. “Not to men like you.”

“There are no men like me,” Loki says in a tone dripping with condescension.

“There are always men like you.”

Like Loki, every new “villain” in our world thinks they’re something new and special.

To weeks ago, Dzhokhar and Tamerlan Tsarnaev killed three people and injured 176 more by setting off homemade bombs at the finish line of the Boston Marathon.

In the aftermath of this tragedy, I’ve heard people talking about how dangerous and evil our world has become. I’d be lying if I claimed I didn’t say it myself. How it feels like you can’t send your children to school, or go to the movies, or attend a major event without wondering if you’ll come home alive.

But the truth is there always have been and always will be men like the brothers who bombed the marathon. The methods might have changed over the years, but they’re the same type of men doing the same type of thing. Spreading fear because it makes them feel more powerful. They’re nothing new.

In the 1940s, men like them sent millions of Jews to gas chambers. During the French Revolution, men like them sent thousands to the guillotine. And in 1200 B.C., parents like them sacrificed their children to the false god Molech by burning them alive.

Evil isn’t anything new.

And in the face of the fact that there always have been and always will be men like them, it can sometimes feel like fighting it is hopeless and we should just hide away where we’ll be safe. It’s a natural human reaction to a threat.

“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men should do nothing.” – Edmund Burke

I think instead of hiding away, we need to do the opposite. When the worst happens, instead of running away, we need to run towards it.

Like Carlos Arredondo who leaped a fence and used his own clothes to help staunch the bleeding of the victims at the Boston Marathon. Like the first responders who rushed into the World Trade Center.

When we cower in fear, evil wins because we let it control how we live our lives. When we continue to fight for what’s still good in the world, continue to find a way to enjoy life and help those less fortunate than ourselves, good wins.

We can’t turn this world into a utopia, but we can keep fighting to make it a place worth living in.

What do you think is the best thing we can do in response to tragedies like the Boston Marathon bombing?

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When Should We Follow the Rules and When Should We Change Them?

Battlestar GalacticaBy Marcy Kennedy (@MarcyKennedy)

The biggest fight my husband and I ever had was over Battlestar Galactica.

I know. We’ve now jumped to the very top of the nerd list because most couples argue over the really important things like money or children or whether the in-laws should be allowed to dictate what color they paint their guest room.

But the truth is, we weren’t really arguing about Battlestar Galactica. We were arguing about a theme in it.

When things go wrong, do you stick to the traditional way of doing things, the traditional rules, or do you innovate and rewrite the rules?

The premise of Battlestar Galactica is that humans created Cylons to serve them, but the Cylons rebelled. Years later, the Cylons returned to the human planets and destroyed all 12 colonies. Less than 50,000 human beings survived. Now they’re running from the Cylons, living on a convoy of ships, protected entirely by one battlestar—Galactica.

In other words, life as they know it will never be the same.

Which raised an understandable dilemma for the leaders of the survivors about what was the best way to preserve the species. And that’s where things in my house went sideways.

An episode came on where an officer and an enlisted man whose relationship had been overlooked previously were ordered to stop seeing each other. I thought it was stupid to maintain rules and regulations against fraternization because, as President Roslin said, the only way the human race was going to survive was if people started having babies. My husband thought it was more important than ever in that situation to maintain rules and regulations against fraternization.

And while the issue of fraternization was what kicked the argument off, what we were really arguing about was if rules should ever be changed, and if so, when.

My husband is a former Marine. He’s also a traditionalist. So when he received an order to jump, he didn’t ask how high. He just jumped. And if things are going wrong, he believes that’s the moment when you should stick even more closely to the ways that have worked in the past.

And I could see his point. In a combat situation, you can’t hesitate to follow an order or you and everyone with you might die.

But I didn’t agree that the old rules and old ways of doing things are necessarily the best way. Someone has to earn my respect before I follow them, and I need to understand the logic behind a rule before I obey it. When something stops working, I look for a new way.

You can see how this fundamentally put us at odds. We’ve had to agree to disagree and can even joke about it now, but the question remains.

Is there ever a time when we need to change the rules? If so, when?

(And if you disagree with me that sometimes the rules should be changed, don’t be afraid to say so. I welcome disagreement here as long as it’s respectful.)

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Will Video Game Music Be the Next Classics?

Video games are inspiring some beautiful music. For those of you who don’t regularly play video or computer games, allow me to introduce you to Malukah.

She’s a singer and composer who gained a bit of fame on YouTube by recording game soundtrack covers.

I’ve picked three of my favorites to share today in this fantasy music feature.

This first song is called “Frozen Sleep,” and it’s from Halo 4.

The second song is “The Dragonborn Comes” from Skyrim.

This one is called “Reignite,” and it’s from Mass Effect 3.

Do you think video game and computer game music could become the classical music of our generation? Or will it be forgotten as soon as better games come along?

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The Adjustment Bureau: Would You Rather Achieve Your Dreams or Find True Love?

The Adjustment BureauBy Marcy Kennedy (@MarcyKennedy)

If you had to choose between achieving your dreams or finding true love, what would you choose?

That’s the dilemma faced by Brooklyn Congressman David Norris in the movie The Adjustment Bureau (based on the Philip K. Dick short story “Adjustment Team”).

The Adjustment Bureau is a secret supernatural agency who makes small “adjustments” so people stay on track with the plan. For example, they’ll spill coffee on someone’s shirt to make sure they miss a certain bus and are late for a meeting, changing the outcome of what’s decided there.

At the start of the movie, David briefly meets Elise, who inspires him to give a very candid speech. This speech changes the course of his career and sets him on track to one day become president. That was the purpose of him meeting Elise. He was never supposed to run into her again.

But the agent who trails David falls asleep and misses his scheduled adjustment so that David meets Elise for a second time.

And they fall in love.

The problem is they aren’t supposed to be together. Apart, David goes on to become a great president, and Elise goes on to be a renowned ballerina and choreographer. Together, his political career never takes off, and she ends up teaching dance to six-year-olds. Neither of them achieves their dreams.

An agent explains this to David, and asks him if he really wants to be the cause of the death of not only his own dreams but hers as well.

Love. Or your dreams.

That’s the choice.

It’s not an easy one. After all, chasing our dreams and having something important to strive for can make us better, more fulfilled people.

But if we reach the end of our lives and don’t have anyone to share it with, was it worth it? (This can mean more than just a romantic partner. Many people are so involved with their ambitions and chasing their dreams that they alienate their friends and family.)

In the end, David and Elise choose love.

If you had to choose, if you could only have one, what would you do?

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Is It Better to Be a Good Person or a Great One?

Oz: The Great and PowerfulBy Marcy Kennedy (@MarcyKennedy)

If you told me I had to choose between being a good person or a great one, I’d choose to be good.

Oz at the beginning of Oz: The Great and Powerful wanted the opposite. He wanted greatness.

Oz is a magician and a conman in 1905. He lies to women and breaks their hearts. He doesn’t know the meaning of friendship or fairness.

At the beginning of the movie, a woman who cares about him (and who he clearly has feelings for) shows up and tells him another man has proposed to her. She wants Oz to tell her what she should do.

Oz tells her that the man who proposed is a good man.

“You could be a good man,” she says. The pleading in her voice is clear.

Oz turns away. “I don’t want to be a good man. Kansas is full of good men who go to church and raise their families. My father was a good man who plowed the earth and died face down in it. I don’t want to be a good man. I want to be a great one.”

He wants to be rich and famous like Thomas Edison or Harry Houdini.

While running away from a man whose wife he defiled, Oz hops into a hot air balloon, gets sucked up by a tornado, and ends up deposited in the land of Oz. (Yes, the land and the man share a name.)

And when he lands, everyone believes he’s the prophesied wizard who will save them from the wicked witch. Oz knows he doesn’t have any actual magical powers, but he lets them believe it because he sees it as his ticket to greatness—to gold, hero worship, and women.

To save the land of Oz, he has to learn that what matters most isn’t greatness at all. It’s goodness.

We can’t control greatness any more than Oz could control the tornado that sucked him up and dumped him in the land of Oz. We can make it more likely to happen, in the same way that Oz made it more likely the tornado would suck him up by being in a hot air balloon than if he’d been on the ground, but we can’t guarantee it. He could have been sucked up off the ground or left untouched in the air.  

We can’t change the genetic code that decides if we’re born with a great singing voice, or an eye for color and proportion, the creativity it takes to be a writer, or the steady hands of a world-class brain surgeon, the ability to catch a ball or to sprint like an Olympian. Wishing and working for it can’t guarantee greatness.

But goodness? Goodness is a choice. We decide whether or not we live a life of character.

At the end of the movie, when Oz and Glinda the good witch have chased the wicked witch sisters from the Emerald City, Glinda tells Oz, “I knew you had it in you all along.”

Oz smiles his cheeky smile. “Greatness?”

“Better,” she replies. “Goodness.”

Goodness will always be better, always be more important than greatness.

And sometimes, when we work hard on goodness instead, greatness follows.

If you could only have one, would you rather be a good person or a great one?

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Is Anger Always A Bad Thing?

The Hulk Bruce BannerBy Marcy Kennedy (@MarcyKennedy)

Too often we’re made to think that anger is a negative emotion, one we should avoid because it’s weak or shows a lack of self-control.

You can see it in The Avengers in the way Dr. Bruce Banner is treated. His character is a personification of anger. If Banner gets angry, he turns into a giant green monster capable of breaking an entire city. 

When we first meet Banner in The Avengers, he’s working as a doctor in the slums of Calcutta. S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Natasha Romanoff tricks him into coming to a deserted hut on the edge of the city. The hut is secretly surrounded by snipers just in case Banner loses control.

Banner ducks inside, and she steps out of the shadows.

“For a man who’s supposed to be avoiding stress,” she says, “you picked a hell of a place to settle.”

Banner turns around. “Avoiding stress isn’t the secret.”

“What’s the secret then?”

Banner doesn’t tell her how he’s managed to go a year without turning into the Hulk, and throughout the movie, that becomes the question.

The others either tiptoe around him, try to provoke him to expose his “secret,” or they take protective measures in case he does get angry. (Measures that include a giant cage that will drop him from the sky.)

We treat anger the same way in our lives. We block it off, pretend we aren’t angry when we are, or try to learn techniques and tricks to keep from getting angry.

But the secret isn’t to keep from becoming angry.

At the end of the movie, the Avengers line up to fight the alien army set to invade earth.

“Dr. Banner,” Captain America says, “now might be a really good time for you to get angry.”

Banner strides toward the aliens. “That’s my secret, Captain. I’m always angry.”

Everyone thought that Banner had discovered some way to keep from getting angry and that was how he prevented himself from becoming the Hulk.

The truth was he hadn’t purged his anger. He’d learned how to control it. By the end of the movie, he’d even learned how to harness it and redirect it for good.

Feeling angry isn’t wrong. Anger is merely an emotion. Sometimes it can even be healthy if we’re angry over injustice or true evil. And denying it or hiding it won’t make it go away.

It’s what we do with anger that matters. (Click here if you’d like to tweet that.)

Do we allow our anger to hurt and destroy? Or do we channel it into righting wrongs?

It’s the difference between a father who goes out and murders the drunk driver who killed his only daughter and a father who finds a way to bring about stricter punishments for drunk drivers and establishes a safe ride program in his town. Both were justified in their anger. But one used it for evil while the other used it for good.

It’s the difference between saying something cruel back to a person who’s hurt our feelings and using that anger to remind us how not to treat other people.

It’s the difference between screaming at our spouse because we feel like they never help us around the house and letting that anger be our cue that it’s time to have a painfully honest talk about weaknesses in the marriage that we need to work on.

What do you think? Is it alright to get angry? Or should we work on trying to purge ourselves of anger?

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What Do You Do When You Reach the End of Your Rope?

Finding NemoBy Marcy Kennedy (@MarcyKennedy)

Some of you might have noticed that two weeks ago I had a week where I disappeared from the online world. I posted on Monday morning, but didn’t reply to comments. No Wednesday writing post. I didn’t tweet, and popped on Facebook only once or twice, briefly, mostly in groups where I felt safe.

I had one of those weeks. You know the kind. Where if it can go wrong, it will.

I came down with a serious sinus infection the Friday before. Puffy face, teeth that felt like I had a mouth full of cavities, and pain bad enough I suffered through four sleepless nights. On Monday, we had to say goodbye to our seven-year-old Siamese cat after three days of rapid decline because there was nothing more the vet could do for her. (My pets are part of my family.) The rest of the week became death by a thousand paper cuts.

By the weekend, I ended up curled in a ball in our recliner sobbing over the death of a character in a TV show. I knew the death was coming. I was prepared for it. And I’m not the kind of person who cries over TV shows or movies. But my anger over the death of that character proved to be more than I could take.

When we have days, weeks, or months like this, it’s normal to want to pull the covers back over our heads and allow depression to swallow us up. We feel like giving up because nothing we do is going to turn out right anyway.

We actually need to do the opposite.

Almost everyone has seen the movie Finding Nemo, but in it, clownfish Marlin lost his wife and all his eggs but one in a barracuda attack. When his only surviving son, Nemo, is captured by a diver, Marlin sets out to find him and bring him home. Dory, a regal tang with short-term memory loss, soon joins in his search.

Marlin and Dory find the diver’s mask with his address on it. They need to find a fish who can read, but in the process of escaping from a shark, surviving a mine field explosion, and barely missing being crushed by a sinking ship, the mask falls into a deep, dark crevice.

Marlin thinks the crevice is too deep and too dark to find the mask again. All seems lost. He doesn’t want to go on anymore, because everything just ends in disaster. He’s given up hope.

Dory pushes her face close to Nemo’s and makes pouty fish lips. “Hey, Mister Grumpy Gills, when life gets you down, you know what you got to do?”

“I don’t want to know what you gotta do,” Marlin says.

“Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming.”

Later in the movie, when they have Nemo back and are headed home, Dory gets caught with a bunch of other fish in a fisherman’s net. Nemo swims in to help her encourage all the fish to swim down together and tear the net from the boat.

The other fish are panicking and start to give up when it doesn’t work immediately. It seems like Marlin will lose the only two fish who matter to him. Then he remembers what Dory said.

“Just keep swimming,” he yells at them.

The principle is simple but profound. When everything is going wrong, the best thing to do is to keep moving. Keep trying something. Just don’t give up.

Because if you just keep swimming, eventually things have to change for the better.

What do you do to get through the tough times?

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What Would You Trade to Look Young Forever?

Beauty of a Woman Blogfest 2013By Marcy Kennedy (@MarcyKennedy)

In the movie 13 Going on 30, all the women were “thirty and flirty and proud,” but in real life, every woman I know has a meltdown when they approach the big 3-0. One of my cousins even launched a blog where she cataloged her attempt to do all the crazy things she felt she needed to do before 30. Thirty was old.

I’d never dwelled on my age before because I didn’t feel old, but lately so many people close to me have fretted over being a 30-something, I couldn’t help myself. As I stared at my face in the mirror after each of those conversations, I knew.

In a way, they were right.

The truth is the thirty-one-year-old me doesn’t look as good as the twenty-one-year-old me did. And as time goes on, that will get worse, not better. I won’t ever be able to go back to that girl’s face or her body.

I found myself wishing I could have a picture like Dorian Gray’s that would grow old for me.

Dorian is the title character in Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray. Dorian is an extremely handsome man, so handsome an artist friend has asked to paint him.

On the day the artist will finish the painting, Dorian waits with a much older gentleman named Lord Henry. Lord Henry tells Dorian he should enjoy his youth and beauty while he has them because those are the only things that matter.

“You have only a few years in which to live really, perfectly, and fully,” Lord Henry says. “When your youth goes, your beauty will go with it, and then you will suddenly discover that there are no triumphs left for you, or have to content yourself with those mean triumphs that the memory of your past will make more bitter than defeats.” (Chapter 2, page 26)

Dorian can’t shake Lord Henry’s words, and when he sees his picture, he’s filled with despair because the beauty in the picture will last, but his own won’t.

“When one loses one’s good looks,” Dorian says, “whatever they may be, one loses everything.”

He claims he would trade his soul in order to have the picture grow old in his place.

Lord Henry’s lie—and it is a lie—is the same one society feeds us.

It sells us Botox, liposuction, anti-aging creams, and Spanx. It tells us wrinkles and grey hairs are things to cover up. It glorifies youth and irresponsibility and marginalizes the elderly, with all their wisdom. It believes a woman should never admit to her age.

And if we buy into the lie, it puts us at peril of the same fate as Dorian.

Because of the trade he made, Dorian stays young and beautiful, while his picture ages and grows grotesque with every year that passes and every evil Dorian commits. His outside stays beautiful at the expense of his inner growth and beauty.

Eventually, overcome with guilt for the murders, suicides, and other sins he’s been part of, Dorian stabs his picture, thinking that will free him. Instead, the picture returns to youthful beauty and Dorian, in death, becomes a withered, disgusting corpse.

Like Dorian, when we buy into the lie, we start to focus more of our time and energy and money on trying to match the unrealistic standard of beauty our society holds up for us to worship. We focus less on trying to cultivate the beauty we have inside.

And in the end, we’ll never win the battle against age. We’ll all die, and most of us will die old and wrinkly, saggy and age-spotted.

Instead of dreading it, fearing it, we should rejoice in it. The most beautiful woman is one who’s lived a full life.

I’m going to wear each new crinkle in the corners of my eyes as a badge of honor speaking to the hours I’ve spent laughing with friends.

I’m going to remember that my no-longer-perfectly-flat belly is because I’ve chosen to enjoy pizza nights with my husband, eat birthday cake and ice cream with my each of my elderly grandparents, and bake cookies for my parents.  

I’m going to treasure the dark circles under my eyes (the part of my age I hate the most) because it speaks to how deeply I love, to the nights spent lying awake trying to think of ways to help hurting friends or crying over deceased loved ones and pets. Deep love leaves deep marks.

So as much as I’d still like to have a picture like Dorian Gray’s, I’d never want to be like Dorian Gray.

Because external beauty is not the most important thing, at least not to me.

How far do you believe is too far to go in the pursuit of external beauty?

This post was written as part of the Beauty of a Woman blogfest being hosted by the truly beautiful August McLaughlin. Visit her blog tomorrow (Friday, February 22nd) to read a bunch of inspiring stories. My post for last year’s BOAW blogfest was The Lie of Helen of Troy.

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Do You Cling To Old Beliefs Too Long?

Jennette Marie PowellI’m honored to welcome another talented author to my site today for a guest post. I just finished reading her newest release, Hanger 18: Legacy, and she kept me wondering right to the end. (You can read my full review of the book on Goodreads or the book’s Amazon page–links below.) So now let me introduce you to the author!

Jennette Marie Powell is the author of several science fiction romance novels. A lifelong resident of the Dayton, Ohio area, she likes to dig beneath the surface and find the extraordinary beneath the mundane, whether in people, places, or historical events. While she has no desire to change the past, she enjoys learning about local history, particularly the early 20th century. Her preferred places to time travel are from her computer or museums. By day, she wrangles data and websites in between excursions to search for the aliens and spacecraft that legends say are stashed away on the military base where she works.

Take it away, Jennette 🙂


Do You Cling to Old Beliefs Too Long?

By Jennette Marie Powell

There’s a lot to be said for having conviction in our beliefs, in being steadfast in our opinions, and consistent in our behavior. Many a politician knows the perils of being labeled a “flip-flopper,” and keeping one’s faith in the face of adversity is a hallmark of religious devotion.

But sometimes, beliefs need to be reexamined, and paradigms should be questioned. The trick is in knowing how to respond when our deep-set beliefs are challenged—do we dig in our heels, or do we allow ourselves to question, at the risk of being seen as one too easily influenced or not strong in our own faith?

This is at the heart of my new release, Hangar 18: Legacy. The heroine, Lisa Stark, is a programmer, used to dealing with logic and facts. But when she meets Air Force officer Adam Keller, several things seem “off” about him, chief among them an uncanny ability to guess what she’s thinking, to the point he can finish her sentences, even though they just met.

At first, Lisa’s able to pass off these instances as situational: “Of course he’d think that—wouldn’t anyone?” Sometimes, she blames herself: maybe she told him that bit of information, and simply forgot that she’d mentioned it. She can’t imagine that there’s any truth to the rumors that he has psychic abilities that allow him to see the thoughts and emotions of others.

Adam himself struggles with this as well. Given the risks it would entail if his abilities were common knowledge, he’s forbidden from confirming any of the rumors, even while he struggles with his own disbelief when an unfamiliar presences insinuates itself into his mind. He’s never believed the stories about Hangar 18 that say there are spacecraft and alien life forms from the Roswell crash stored beneath Wright-Patterson Air Force Base. But one of the aliens has awoken from hibernation, and if Adam doesn’t free him, the extraterrestrial’s telepathic barrage will eventually kill Adam. Only when Adam considers the difficulty that others, like Lisa, have regarding his psychic gifts, does he allow himself to think that maybe there’s some truth to the stories.

While Adam searches for the alien, a relationship develops with Lisa, whose software is key to releasing the being. But Lisa’s disbelief in Adam’s abilities persists, despite growing evidence to the contrary. Even when Adam decides he owes her the truth and confesses, she thinks he’s joking and laughs it off. When he tells her about the alien who’s telepathically communicating with him, she concludes Adam is nuts.

Hanger 18 Legacy Jennette Marie PowellBut he’s piqued her curiosity, and she follows him. Concerned that she’s put herself in danger, Adam confronts her with thoughts she’s never voiced—thoughts he’d have no way of knowing, unless he truly could read minds. Spooked, Lisa flees—right into a trap, where she finds herself face-to-face with something else she never believed in: the extraterrestrial being. Left to die, there’s only one way out–to put aside her long-held beliefs, and try to contact Adam psychically.

What about you? Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you’ve held onto an old belief or opinion for too long? Have you ever questioned such a belief, but changed your mind when confronted with evidence to the contrary? Any questions for me about the Hangar 18 legend, or my other books? I’d love to hear from you!

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