Can't help it

So, our family writes. I know, I know. Forgive us. We can’t help ourselves.

If you hang around us any amount of time you will find stacks of books. Not all written by us. Heavens no! These are the books the Lowry family bequeathed to their grandson Harry Wayman, who left them for his voraciously reading son, my grandfather, Robert. Or the music written by my grandmother on the Master side. Or the homeschool books we piled up for two generations so far.

Yes, there’s light and funny reading. And there’s the series on Mathematics & Pausible Reasoning. Or the personal biography of missionaries written over 150 years ago. Did I mention two generations of home school books? And we really only keep two kinds of books. Those which, when you open them, you feel a bond of fire with. As in heart set on fire because something jumps off the pages.

Or those which tell a story. Like the ones I dug out of a free bin in an old library on the sixth floor in Istanbul fifty years ago. I liked them. Yes, it was “Hereward The Wake” and “Tale of Two Cities” and “Of God’s, Grave, and Scholars”, but I read all summer in the tree in our backyard. And the books love me, kinda like pets. We have this relationship of quiet whispers and happy memories that can never be taken away.

So, yes, our walls are lined with books.

And it’s contagious. We simply have to write. Actually, there’s really nothing more inspiring than to wake early and respond to that Fire which wants to come out on paper. The story that needs telling. The baton you know needs passing on. That laugh, for the sake of it. Or the intricacies of what shaped nations. Whatever the Fire, it needs to be shared. Kindled. Bundled. Published.

And so, Master Releases, here we are. And growing. New authors are being added as we speak. Friends and others who are becoming new friends, and part of the Master Releases Family. Welcome!

With sixty-seven moves, ten languages, six continents, four generations, three wars, two grandchildren and a partridge in a pear tree we ought to have something to write about, eh?