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Failure-

Take today to learn to appreciate failure.
An oxymoron, if viewed through the western, capitalistic perspective, yet failure ultimately is what allows us to learn and to grow. Welcome failure into your life today, viewing him as an old friend, the prankster, who always makes you laugh at your own silliness. Do not be afraid to fail, for fear of failure in and of itself is already failure, as you are prohibiting yourself from being open and daring to grow, learning and most importantly, living.
Failure does not truly reflect your worth as a being, nor does anything in this material earth. We all are of infinite worth beyond measure.
Welcome failure into your life today, and do so with gratitude.

Chapter 8-

Chapter 8- Lance

Basketball Gods-

Coming Soon:

Basketball Gods, the sequel to LONGSHOT.

Having finished the manuscript, I am currently looking at a few publishers, but am prepared to go independent and publish myself via kindle, ebook and other electronic resources as well as working with smaller printing companies that will print to order paperback copies for individual requests online.

More to come.

Chapter 7-

Chapter 7- Lance

Chapter 6-

Chapter 6 now available for reading. Enjoy.
chapter6- Lance

Love Story-

The time is here and the wait is over. Enjoy, and look for future chapters as they come.

The year was 1871, in the 34th year of Queen Victoria of England........

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chapter1- Lance

chapter2- Anonymoshua

chapter3- Lance

chapter4- Anonymoshua

chapter5- Lance

Please note that I grow extremely embarrassed upon discovering my typos, but in the rush to produce, I will often be overlooking the tedious edits. Be assured I will be editing throughout and updating chapters frequently as far as grammatical corrections.

Premiere-

Tomorrow, Sunday, November 21, 2010, will be a day to be remembered, as I unveil Love Story.

Co-written with a dear friend, whom I will for now call Anonymoshua, Love Story is a leviathon tale of love, intrigue and deception, several years in the making now. Why has it taken so long? Because it is a creation unto itself. You can't rush inspiration. But also, Anonymoshua ebbs and flows in his commitment to this body of work, which is too innocent and pure to compromise in the name of completion. Chapter installments of Love Story will be posted periodically, in increments no longer than a week apart with the first 5 chapters coming tomorrow. Depending on the fervor and zeal of my partner in this endeavor, will be the speed in which subsequent chapters can be released. If it were only me writing, and I fear it will come to that point, I would most likely churn out a chapter day, such is the splendor that is my mind, disguised beneath this cro-magnum brow line.

It is a complicated work, in that one author cannot write consecutive chapters. Each chapter I write must be followed or answered by Anonymoshua.

I have been waiting for a few years now for Anonymoshua's rebuttal chapter on my last installment. But like a lonely widow waiting at the light house for her lost sailor to come home, I wait for Josh. In his defense, he has a lot on his plate: School, work, a relationship, and just a lot of feelings. So many feelings. He is a tragic artist.

And so, I will be patient. But for each week that goes by in which he keeps you dear readers waiting with trepidation, I will break the code and bypass his turn to quickly write a chapter myself to keep the flow. I care for my readers. I will be forming a new page on top of the website, directly linking to Love Story, and a chapter index.

What is Love Story you ask? 'Tis too sublime for a synopsis to capture in words. To write a summary that could do it justice, I would need a whole separate book unto itself.

And so, like sands through the hour glass, so our the days of our lives..... and the day that shall be tomorrow will bring beauty.

The Promise-

My favorite album of all-time is Bruce Springsteen's "Darkness on the Edge of Town." I consider it the pinnacle of his craft. It means more to me than any other artistic body of work. I can't tell you how many times I have driven empty highways through the night, with this album to accompany me. You will not find a better road trip companion than this album.

Much to my surprise and great joy, I recently discovered that next month Bruce Springsteen is releasing a double cd of 21 previously unreleased songs that were recorded throughout the year 1977-78, which did not make the final cut for the Darkness album.

I literally did a cartwheel in my hotel room.

Furthermore, tomorrow HBO is airing a documentary "The Promise: The Making of Darkness on the Edge Town" which captures footage of the time of the recordings and the process through which Darkness was made. I am planning my entire day around it, to be sure that I do not miss one minute.

Bruce Springsteen told a story that he once met Ron Kovic, who wrote the autobiography, Born on the 4th of July. Following their meeting, Bruce left a couple of tapes of his recordings at Ron's hotel door, with a note saying "If my music can do for you a fraction of what your book did for me, then I know I have done something good in this world."

Last summer, I sent a personalized copy of my book to Bruce after contacting his manager, who said she would happily make sure he received a signed copy, so long as she got one too! I can only hope he did read it, for if my book does for him, a fraction of what his music has done for me, then I know I have done something good in this world.

Excerpt Video from "The Promise."

Simple-

After another failed endeavour overseas, before I was even given a chance to play, I am once again returning home. Such an outcome only confirms these times. And in these times, lofty goals and dreams may seem out of reach if not entirely foolish.

In these times I have to realize I must cut my losses, and I have to accept that I do not get to have my home in the Teton Valley. Nor a home in the Mission Valley on the Flathead. Not many people do. And who am I to think I am entitled to anymore than the next?

And in these times, we can fight and resist, and bring more pain. Or we can accept and surrender, and flow. All we can do is flow. All we can do is accept the simple things. For we know that is where the true happiness lies- in the little and simple.

Simple is good. Sure, I have to start over, after bad, even foolish investments. But I tried. At least I can say that. I have no regrets for trying. But the stars do not align, and there is nothing I can do, but accept and flow. And so I come home once more beaten, this time starting all over again. Maybe moving into an apartment with my friend, downgrading and downsizing my possessions and even my lofty dreams. But that does not mean I give up or quit. No. It only means I surrender. And I flow. It is what it is, and that is all we can do, and all we can ask for.

But I will still have my memories.

And I will still have my dog.

And I will still have One Tree Hill.

Simple is good.

The Pesaro Poems: Free PDF Download-

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I am going to try something different. I said, I write to write. And I am going to stay true to that, and will publish my Pesaro Poems for free, while allowing you, the reader, to make a donation, if you so wish, as to what you feel comfortable with in paying.

Now, sure I would love a donation, no matter how small, just so that I can have some incentive to keep churning the writing.

Obviously, times are hard. But in hard times, is where inspiration burns strongest for me. So, I can’t complain too much. I have many things to be grateful for, and most of all for peace of mind. If you cannot or do not wish to pay, I still hope you enjoy the Pesaro Poems, and furthermore hope that they speak to you in someway.

In your darkest times, know that you are never alone. God is everywhere, and most importantly, inside of our own minds. And in the three weeks of November in 2009, while in Italy, I came to know the God that I have evaded for so long. And in those three weeks, I went on a writing spree of poetry that helped me come from a dark place, a very dark place. A place where I almost jumped out of a window, in a tiny, desolate and god-forsaken hotel room in Napoli, where I thought all was lost.

The greatest pain, at least for me, comes from conflict within. Challenging, fighting and resisting reality. “It is not supposed to be this way....”

And when my reality had me lost in a 10x10 hotel room in Italy, where once again pay was not coming, all that I saw was what I had lost.

How had I gone from the heights of the NBA, to some muggy hotel in the backstreets of Naples?

Why? Why?

And in that refusal to accept reality, instead wishing with bitterness I was back in the NBA, I was consumed with anger, hate and denial. I was angry with whatever gods may be, and I was angry at life, and I was angry at the world. I hated everything. Trust me, I knew millions had it far worse than I did, but it was not a materialistic driven sorrow, but rather, a spiritual one, that I would be hard pressed to explain. It was as though I felt it was all some sick cosmic joke.

I nearly ended it all.

I had a choice- end it, or shift.

And I sat there on the windowsill, wondering if to do it, a phone call came. A call from home. I won’t say who it was, but when the phone rang, the sound of it, was a switch in my head. It was as though I heard a phone ring for the first time. And suddenly there was a peace, a clarity. An “ah-hah.”

I will delve more into this, in the sequel to Longshot, but I at least wanted to give you the reader, a prologue, a setting for the Pesaro Poems, a background if you will.

I hope the work finds and resonates with you and your watcher on whatever path you may be on at this time.

I hope you find your peace, and your clarity. I won’t call it enlightenment, because trying to describe and label enlightenment is contradictory to the idea in and of itself, but I hope you can find it, as I, nor no one else can find it for you.

But everyone in their own due time.

Everything is as it should be.

Now just Be,

Lance Allred