What is a “Wheelhouse?”: An interview with Eliza Gale (featuring Drew Glick)

Drew Glick is the author of the upcoming novel, The WheelHouse; here is a link to the book’s Amazon page: https://www.amazon.com/WheelHouse-True-Story-about-Dogs Q: What is The WheelHouse about? A: In order to describe what the novel [The WheelHouse] is about a reader must first know what is a Wheelhouse? […]

via An Interview With Writer Drew Glick — elizagalesinterviews

Runyon Canyon: At the edge of Heaven, Pt. 2 of 3

The closer you get to Heaven the more likely it will be that you will see it…

For those that don’t know, Runyon Canyon is a majestic place filled with endless fields of green where at the peak of the highest plateau you can see to the very bottom of the hillside. Yet, there is more to this place then just “amber waves of grain.” Sadly, many people will never experience the magic and wonder [of Runyon Canyon] which is hidden in plain sight simply due to the fact that they (people) walk around like a horse with blinders on; inevitably their sight is limited to nothing more then mere tunnel vision.

However, unlike those people who aimlessly scurry around the streets and subways of a big metropolis; who are unaware of the forces around them, I have always tried to see far beyond this world and into the next; the unseen world.

For as long as I can recall I have always attempted to figure out why we are here in the first? Is it possible that mankind simply spawned out of some sort of primordial ooze? Or is the answer to that question something greater then we could have ever imagined? Could it be that our existence serves only one purpose? A simpler purpose that we are too afraid to accept as truth? What if we are all part of master plan of sorts where each of us determine the outcome of the whole? Could it really be that we are each an extension of each other; a small part of something bigger and better? One heart, one soul, perhaps? Though, even if only half of what I just described is in fact true the question still remains, “What purpose would that be?”

Now, I cannot tell you why YOU are here or why you were born into existence in the first place. I can only tell you why I am here. You see, it took me nearly forty years to figure out and understand. At last, I can honestly argue my point and in some fashion or another perhaps even help you find your “purpose?”

Moving on, let me continue where I left off previously…If you recall I began to tell you about, Eddie, the three legged dog who in many ways resembles my beloved daughter, Gabbie. For nearly two years now I have been plagued by thoughts to horrific to describe; nightmares that brought me to the brink of insanity, and pain so immense that the mere thought of it makes me want to do the unthinkable – give up.

Until recently every day has been nothing less then a Hellish experience and no matter how many times I tried to express my emotions to family and friends all anyone ever told me was, “Life goes on.” It was this attitude, this selfish and ignorant response that enraged me; rage which became so great that it somehow turned inward. In time I realized that I wasn’t directing this rage at those responsible for inflicting it on me in the first place but rather I was inadvertently directing it at myself.

Over the months it (the rage) began to eat away at me and turned me into a former shadow of myself; I became bitter, cold and, even, heartless. I no longer wanted to be around people and disappeared all together. Nor did I laugh like I used to even when I had every right to do so.  I dwelled on the dispeicable behavior of the people who I once called “friend.” I came to see that the only thing that mattered to them was, well, themselves. I was disgusted, embarrassed even to call myself “human.” Yet, that was when I finally realized that very few people, if any all truly understand what it means to be human in the first place. Not long after I became Hellbent on changing peoples behaviour; changing the world, and, even, forcing change upon people if it came to such a thing.

From the very first day I lost my beloved, Sasha many strange yet amazing things have occurred. It seemed that Runyon Canyon would finally make all the doubt, disbelief and questions evaporate like water into air. Eddie was not just a dog rather he was vessel of some sort. As I stood on the sloping hill looking at Eddie my brain was suddenly flooded memories of my beloved daughter, Gabbie. Then, without warning something even more mircalous occurred.

I regained my composure and forced the tears back into my eye sockets. Suddenly, I felt compelled to turn and look behind me. My jaw dropped and seconds later I lifted the sunglasses from my face and placed them ontop my head, then squinted my eyes and said softly, “Sash?” I then stepped closer to a dog who had just turned the corner; it was on a leash and its owner was struggling to control it. I locked eyes with this dog; a Boxer (who was in every fashion similar to my daughter, Sasha). The Boxer then looked at me intently and became overly excited and then ran in my direction. I glanced back to Eddie, then back to the Boxer (who name I was never able to ask). I tried as hard as I could but I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore; I felt tears roll down my cheeks. I whispered aloud, “Girls? Is it you?”

Runyon Canyon: At edge of Heaven, Pt. 1 of 3

I hear you griping, asking, “Are you getting soft on us, Drew?”  Perhaps some of you may be thinking to yourself, “When did this guy get all metaphysical?” If so, then that means you didn’t listen to me when I told you to go read my new novel, The WheelHouse. I’m only kidding, of course. Lighten up, geesh!

Before you jump to conclusions I want to tell you that this blog is not going to simply be a meaningless attempt at trying to show off my skills behind the camera as a photographer. Instead I’m going to attempt to bring you, the reader to “the edge of Heaven.” To achieve this I’m going to tell you a story, a true story as a matter of fact that occurred on February 18th, 2017.

The day started off like any other day…well, maybe not. I’m exaggerating, perhaps? Let me start over…I woke up to a beautiful sunny morning. The weather was brisk but not cold. The sun had just begun to push its way out from behind the grey clouds, and the fresh smell of coffee began to slowly consume the stale, muggy air which hung over me like a bad odor.

For weeks I was planning to take my first trip to Runyon Canyon which I intended to now finally do. Strangely, I found myself in a state of joy; a feeling that for too long I had forgotten; a feeling that seemed all but impossible to achieve.

Ever since I arrived in California I was intrigued by the idea of taking a day trip there (to Runyon Canyon) because I had heard that I could hike to the Hollywood sign at the top of the mountain. However, what I didn’t know was that hiking to the Hollywood sign was a grueling trek and most people turned back at the halfway point due to the thinning air and strain that the incline of the steppes had on people’s leg muscles. However, I was competent that I would reach summit, as the saying goes.

Okay, let me get right to the point. I didn’t expect for anything extraordinary to occur that day; all I was looking for was peace if mind and nothing more. Yet, not long after beginning my hike something would occur that can only be described as “magical.”

As many people may already know my new novel, The WheelHouse is the true story about my two beloved dogs, Sasha and Gabbie, and the trials and tribulations we endured as a “pack.” Ever since I lost them I have been riddled with guilt, crippled by grief, and, of course, heartbroken beyond repair. I have been unable, unwilling, and, even, incapable of becoming emotionally attached (or involved rather) with anyone who shows the slightest interest in me on a romantic level.

My beloved, Sasha (a pure bred Boxer) who is not a dog but rather my daughter, and as some people have remarked, “my partner in crime” passed away March of 2015. Nearly one year to the day in March of 2016, my second daughter, Gabbie (a pure bred Golden Retriever) passed away.

The emotional toll was too much to bear and therefor I retreated from society; ignored the world around me altogether and, even, ostracized my fiends and family. I had changed from one person into a another nearly overnight and blamed the world for my plight. Though, not long after these tragic events took place something happened that set me on a path that, well, lead me here -to this place – a place I call “the edge of Heaven.”

Meet Eddie, who like my beloved, Gabbie is a three legged dog. It wasn’t long after I arrived at Runyon Canyon that I mumbled the words, “If only my girls were with me. Man, would they love this place.” Shortly, after mumbling those words out into the universe I came across, Eddie. It was then that I felt a strange sensation overcome me. Now, this wasn’t the first time I had the feeling that Sasha and Gabbie were trying to tell me something? And, (on many occasions) remind me that they were indeed still with me. But, this time the signs would be clear as day, and soon it would become obvious that I didn’t choose to come to Runyon Canyon by my own accord. As a matter of fact I would be smacked in the face with the realization that I was brought here (to Runyon Canyon) by a higher power; a divine force which wanted me to once and for all open my eyes and see what has been in front of me all along.

So, I implore you to continue to read and follow the next part of this blog series for I am sure you will see as I did that there is no such thing as coincidence, no accidents, and no mistakes. Like me you will inevitably conclude that everything truly does happen for a reason.

Until next time…