I’m Getting Back Into Writing + a Poll

Good morning -or noon, or evening, or whenever you’re reading this- everyone! Today there’s something I’d like to tell you all:

We’re getting there. . .

Just a little further. . .

Alright, just three more for the fun of it. . .

I’m getting back into writing!!! I think a little explanation is needed. So, I’ve already informed you that I was taking two advanced classes, along with my regular other subjects. Because of that, I have hardly written anything this month, and not that much last month or even throughout all of 2021. For that reason, I haven’t written any posts on writing-centered advice, tips or suggestions. But this Friday I finished middle school for good (that means that I’m a freshman now and I’m not really sure what I’m going to do for high school, though that can wait)! Oh, and on another note, I completed my Advanced Placement Human Geography Exam on Friday so that’s relieving, and I’ll get results in July.

Anyway, now that summer vacation is here, I hope to do a lot more writing other than blog posts, and I hope I’ll be able to crank out some good writing-advice posts. Thanks for reading!

Now, you’re probably seeing this and wondering, “wait, what about the poll?” Well I’m glad you asked! This involves a future post.

Near the beginning of this year, two artists that I listen to and enjoy released an album. Christopher, by Hulvey, and CLOUDS (THE MIXTAPE), by NF. Both artists are Christian, though Hulvey is a Christian Artist. Both albums have Christian messages, but Hulvey’s is officially Christian. Both are pretty good, but NF’s is much better quality (and to be honest I like it more). I really want to do a review for my blog of one of them, but. . . which one?? Christopher, or CLOUDS (THE MIXTAPE)?

Since it would be for all of you, which one do you want a review on?

With God’s help,

Daniel L. Amador


A Few Fun Poems

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As many of you may know, I’m a poet, though I don’t always own it (sorry, I just had to do that XD). I believe I’ve only shared a couple poems (if not just one) here, and I want to change that by sharing 10 poems I wrote for two classes. Five from Literature first, followed by five from Illinois History.


Recently, we (my classmates and I) have been learning about poetry in our Literature Class, and our teacher gave us a fun assignment. We were supposed to rip a few pages from a few books (imagine that; ripping pages from books in a literature class. It was an incredible experience, and we all revelled in it) and then circle different words, so that the outcome forms a poem, of sorts. Basically blackout poetry.

Here are the five I wrote for my Literature Class (I added the commas, periods, and such afterwards; I also formed them into lines they weren’t formed into before):

  1. The Coat Carriers. (Put together from page 29 of From Time to Time by Jack Finney.)

Almost at run,

Almost immediately,

The porters,

Dressed in white,


Jeweled turbans,

To the eyebrows,

Carried coats.

These woman,

The men,

A very few,

I suppose,

Were presented

With bouquets

By uniformed boys,

Some carrying

The dock entrance

Heavier luggage

  1. That Titanic. (Put together from page 30 of From Time to Time by Jack Finney.)

Sweating men,

With names

Of the city London,

Remember their streets right.

A few truly believe

I didn’t.


Along the ship,

Visored caps

Stood directly just short of the block letters.

But I,

No difficulty.

And of course yes.

That Titanic.

  1. Crazy Kites. (Put together from page 189 of From Time to Time, by Jack Finney.)

She mundanely talked

Of the English Channel

On accident.

Frank smiled

Toward the pier.

The presence

Of these crazy kites,




Over the evil construction

Of rough wood planking.

I want to fly

Like a boat!

He thought I shouldn’t.

I was seasick.

  1. Motions. (Put together from page 190 of From Time to Time, by Jack Finney.)


The kind you’d find

In an electric chair,


It seemed swift,

Our motion,

And I had

A hundred tons of sun

On my face.

I could feel the engine,

Loudly sailing fast,





  1. Mundane Business. (Put together from page 140 of Under the Tuscan Sun, by Frances Mayes.)

The weather

Is the same.

The figs,



The girl gave up eating,

As do clean, medieval buildings.



The end.

Wooden customers.

Quality cares.

Shifting day


Misshapen tomatoes

Ever select produce.



The next five are haikus I wrote for my Illinois History Class. (Disclaimer: they’re not that good. I honestly didn’t have a lot of time to write them.)

  1. The Prairie State.

The Great Prairie State,

Founded in eighteen eighteen,

Is almost all corn.

  1. Illinoisians.

Obama and Abe…

Reagan and crazy Capone…

All Illinoisians.

  1. Chicagoland.

Great Chicagoland

Home to more than eight mill. peeps

What an awesome place.

  1. Cairo, Not Cairo.

Cairo, southern Il

Not the Cairo in Egypt;

Get it right, people!

  1. Things and Things.

Baseball, Wrigley field

Sadness in the Civil War

Meat from big stockyards.

And there you have it, friends! Ten poems for you to read simply for fun. I hope you enjoyed them!

With God’s Help,

Daniel L. Amador


Interview With Lucas Roberts; Artist

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Intro: Now, I myself have dabbled a few times in music making, but nothing I have made has ever been as good as 12-year-old Lucas Roberts’ two instrumental songs Tsunami and Spring Rain. I met this young Virginian through the Young Writers Workshop, and when I heard one of his drafts, I had to hear more- okay, I wanted to hear more.

I am more of a Christian rap and hip-hop guy, but Mr. Robert’s songs are there with Electric Daisy Violin by Lindsay Sterling as some of the catchiest songs I’ve listen to; those three, along with Moon Trance by Sterling, are literally the only instrumental songs I like to hear. If I were to choose-

Alright, Danny-Boy, I think they get it; you like his music, and you don’t normally like instrumental music.

That’s true.

Now get back to your interview.

Yes sir.

You’re never this submissive…

Shush. I’ve got to get back to my interview.

Lucas Roberts is just one of the many amazing examples that prove that young people can.

When I looked at my blog post schedule, I saw that the post I was supposed to publish today was a ‘Book Review of ____’. I realized that I had not read any book that I really wanted to do a review on at the time, and that I did not have enough time to read another book, so I switched it to an ‘Interview With ____’, and immediately started thinking of a good person to interview. I was listening to Spotify at the time and had the YWW Community tab open at the time, and the combination of both made me remember Mr. Roberts and his amazing draft he let me listen to. I came to him with an interview request, and he accepted.


Let us now get started with the actual interview!


Question (Q): To start off, what are a few of your hobbies?

Answer (A): I like (of course) creating music. I also like playing sports including Basketball and Baseball.

Q: When, and at what age, did you start making music?

A: I started almost a year ago, right after I turned 12.

Q:  What inspired you to start making music, and where do you draw inspiration from still?

A: I listened to a lot of music, and I was interested in how it was made. So I looked it up. I realized that I could make it too! So that’s how I became interested.

Q: Are you ever going to put vocals into your songs, or will you stick with instrumental?

A: I am collaborating with other people, and they are singing, but no, I will probably never sing to my songs.

Q: Do you plan on pursuing music as a career?

A: All I can say is that I’ve thought about it. I don’t know how well I could become a pro.

Q: Who are your four favorite artists?

A: NF, Lecrae, Au5, and Capital Kings.

Q: Where can we find you- and your music?

A: You can find my music on basically any music sharing sites, with examples like Amazon Music, iTunes, Spotify, Youtube, and many others. My name on all of those sites is LJRoberts Music.

Q: What do you use to make music, and what do you suggest to others?

A: I use FL Studio (A digital audio workstation) and that’s what I would recommend to anyone else who decides to try out the music industry.

Q: What advice for anyone who may want to start making music as well?

A: The first thing you should do is watch some tutorials on how it’s done instead of trying to figure it out yourself. I know from experience that it takes a lot longer to do it yourself then get help from others.

Q: Do you have anything else you’d like to say?

A: Nope!

Outro: I’d like to thank you, Lucas, for allowing me to interview you! I now dub myself as one of the top twenty biggest fans of your songs. I’m not sure if I’m even allowed to do that… I’ll let someone else dub people, I guess. Maybe I’m in the top 50, or something. I don’t know.

To my readers, I hope you listen to the songs and love them as much as I did, if not more!

With God’s help,

Daniel L. Amador



Major Blog Updates

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As you all may have noticed, I have majorly updated my blog. I wasn’t really much of a fan of the darker theme, and so I found something a bit brighter and… jumpier. I put a lot more thought and time into the design and colors. I came up with a color scheme. I changed my logo up a bit. I added a header… which is now the footer (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s the blog title, tagline, two red lines on the top and bottom, and a Bible on the left and right).

As for photography… I’ve made the decision (starting from the last post; before that all the images were self-taken) to mostly use the professional pictures from Pexels (maybe I switch to another photography site later). If I use photos not from Pexels, I will give the photographer credit.

I am currently working on changing the blog post tagline “Grab your atlas, running shoes, (Spanish to English translator,) and a good book! You ready? Let’s go, fam!”. I honestly don’t really like it… I’m also thinking about taking it out entirely. (It would be appreciated if you would let me know your opinion on the matter, whether through the contact page or comments!)

 There were a few other changes, of course, among those already mentioned, and there will likely be more to come.

I’d also like to point out something in the URL. It shows it as “therightkindawriter”, instead of “therightkindofwriter”. The reason for this is because my blog was originally called “The Right Kinda Writer”, but when I changed it, the URL didn’t change. I’d just like to point that out to limit confusion. I’m working on a solution.

Finally, I’ve decided to move the day I publish posts from Sunday to Monday, as of this post. I was already publishing later than 9 pm… so it just works out for me, and is more convenient.

I’ll keep you, my readers, updated on any other major changes to my blog!

With God’s help,

Daniel L. Amador


February- Black History Month

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Wow. It’s just like me to post an article about the month of February less than an hour before February’s end. I sincerely apologize. I’ll try to get better at punctuality.


Black History Month, a.k.a African-American History Month, is observed and celebrated by the United States and Canada in February and Ireland, the United Kingdom, and the Netherlands in October.

These two months in these two continents are dedicated to honoring and celebrating the culture and history of black people.

It was chosen to be celebrated in February, as that was the month when Abraham Lincoln and Frederick Doulgas were born.

For this post, I would like to acknowledge one very influential black person from every country that observes BHM (Black History Month).

  1. Canada. Viola Desmond. You see Viola Desmond everytime you pick up a Canadian ten dollar bill (sadly I haven’t been able to add one of those to my foreign coin collection). Desmond was born in 1914, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada to a black father and white mother, which was uncommon at the time. She was a businesswoman and beautician, and was also likely a Christian.

She is famous across Canada primarily for the event that took place during 1946, in Roseland Theatre, Glasgow, Nova Scotia. She was driving when her car broke down, and being told that it would take several hours to repair, so she went to a theatre to spend some of that time. She requested a ticket for the main floor, but was given one for the balcony, where all the black people would sit. Desmond sat on the main floor anyway. When she wouldn’t leave, she was forcibly taken out of the theatre (causing a hip injury) and taken to jail, where she was kept all night, given no access to a lawyer, bail, or other. She was also charged $26, which is around 300-600 Canadian dollars today.

Because of this, she is often compared to American Civil Rights Activist Rosa Parks.

Desmond died in 1965.

  1. Ireland. Muhammad Ali. Muhammad Ali and Barack Obama -though Americans by birth and residency- both have Irish roots. Let us take a look at Muhammad Ali. If you don’t know what he is then you have more in common with me than you thought then you are clearly not a fan of boxing, or at least not of boxing history. Ali was one of the best boxers, if not the best, in all of history. He was born in 1942 and died in 2016, at the age of 74. One of his most famous actions in the Civil Rights Movement was refusing to join the army when he was drafted to fight in the Vietnam War, believing that it was unjust, and also it was a move by the white government to make black people work for them.

Ali had a score of 56 wins and 5 losses. Some of the many awards he received were Sports Illustrated Sportsperson of the Year,  Arthur Ashe Courage Award, and the Millennium Bambi Award. About his Irish heritage, he is descended from an Irishman named Abe Grady, who moved to Kentucky in the 1960s and married an African-American woman. They had a family, and one of their daughters -Odessa Grady- married Cassius Clay. Cassius Clay Jr. -their son- changed his name to Muhammad Ali in 1942 when he converted to Islam.

  1. Netherlands. Boy Ecury. Boy Ecury was born into a big and wealthy Catholic family (I’m not sure if he remained a Christian for the rest of his life, but I definitely hope that he did for his and his family’s sake) in 1922, in Oranjestad, Aruba, an island owned by the Netherlands.

His story is a sad one, but noble. He went to the Netherlands for college, where he got a diploma. He did a lot of travelling in the Netherlands (funny, because the Netherlands isn’t very big) with his brother Nicky, and where there when World War II kicked up. At that time Boy befriended a boy (man, really, but I couldn’t help it, even if I could) name Luis de Lannoy, who was part of an underground resistance against the Nazis.

In the resistance they would often go on dangerous missions, which included planting bombs on German trucks. Though colleagues would often betray them. Luis was once betrayed, imprisoned, and tortured, but he eventually managed to escape. When Ecury was betrayed and imprisoned, he was tortured for information, but did not betray his friends. He was executed the next day at the age of 22, in 1944. Ecury was buried and given military honors in 1947, and a statue was made of him in 1949. A movie was even made of him.

  1. United Kingdom. Mary Prince. 1788 – 1833. Born into an enslaved family in Bermuda, she experienced horrible, inhuman treatment. In 1828, her masters took her with them to England. There, she ran away and found freedom, though only in England. She campaigned against slavery, joining the Anti-Slavery Society. Prince was the first black, English woman to ever present an anti-slavery petition to Parliament. She was also the first black, English woman to write and publish an autobiography, which she called The History of Mary Prince: A West Indian Slave. Maybe I’ll read it… after everything else I have planned to read. XD Anyway, it was a huge part of her campaigns. It helped raise awareness in England, that, even though slavery was banned there, it was still practiced elsewhere. (Uh, well, duh! Come on, peeps. Get your head in the game, por favor. Gracias.)
  2. United States. Jackie Robinson. Hmmm… I know a lot more notable black people from the U.S. than the other states… which one… how about Jackie Robinson. Yeah, that’s cool with everyone, right? Yeah? Cool.

Jack Roosevelt Robinson (1919 – 1972) was the first African American to make it to Major League Baseball. (Aaayyyy good for you, Jackie! Nice! *back pat*)

A few fun facts featuring him… 1) Robinson’s older bro, Mathew, was a huge inspiration to him. Mathew won a silver metal in the 200 meter dash- just behind Jesse Owens (look him up; fascinating guy, that Owens), in the 1936 Berlin Olympic Games. 2) He played American football for the Honolulu Bears, though his time with them was short cut when the U.S. joined WWII. 3) He was a second lieutenant in the US Army from 1942 to 1944.

I don’t want to make this too long, so I’m just going to share a few interesting things about his baseball career.

At the time he started professional baseball in 1944 (hey, isn’t that when Ecury died? Wow. Strange how history overlaps), it was still segregated, so he played in the Negro Leagues. Though, he was soon chosen by Branch Rickey (Han Solo [Harrison Ford] in the movie about Robison, 42, in which T’Challa [Chadwick Boseman; RIP] acts Robison), the president of the Brooklyn Dodgers, to join their team.

Jackie Robinson and his wife Rachel suffered so much racism, but they pushed on. Jackie was countlessly tested and mocked, though he persevered. A line I found interesting from the movie was when a reporter asked what he’d do if someone threw a ball to his face. He replied, “I’ll duck.”

Some of the people who stuck by his side included Leo Durocher and Pee Wee Reese.

When members of the Brooklyn Dodgers were saying that they didn’t want to be on a team with a black man, Leo Durocher, manager of the Dodgers, said that he would sooner trade any of them than Robison.

When people were yelling at and harassing Robinson on the field, team captain Pee Wee Reese walked up to him, and put his arm around him. That act then became famous throughout baseball.

Another interesting thing is that two of Robison’s children have the same name as two of my grandparents. Sharon and David, and sadly Robison’s other son Jack Jr. died in 1971, at the age of 24, the year before his father died.

To finish this part up, I’ll say that Robinson really did make a huge difference in baseball.


Though history can be boring at times, it is also very fascinating. Let’s give a round of applause for these five!

The photo’s credit goes to Pexels Free Photos. More explanation on this to come in the next post.


The Origin of Valentine’s Day

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Valentine’s Day has been advertised and globalized as the day that seems to celebrate love/romance, chocolate, and apparently the colors pink and red also.

That’s wrong on various levels. First of all, they didn’t even have chocolate in the 5th century (when the origin occurred). I know, really sad, but I guess not for them since they didn’t even know it existed. Also, I guess the point of the pink and red is because those colors symbolize love… and about the love/romance thing, originally, St. Valentine’s Day was made to celebrate marriage, but, like many things, it has changed over time. Now forward with the origin!


During the 5th century, Emperor Claudius II outlawed marriage, likely so that more men would go out to war and spend less time with family. (He wasn’t the brightest guy, if you know what I mean.)

Of course, banning marriage is like… One can’t just ban marriage! Not even if you’re a crazy emperor.

Anyway, there were some people who were not okay with this (if not most people). One of the people who was strongly against Claudius’s decree was a saint named Valentine. He continued to marry couples in secret. One cannot simply ban one of the greatest gifts God gave people and get away with it.

After hearing many reports of secret marriages and the one who marries the couples, Claudius sent men to find Valentine. They did eventually catch him, and locked him up like a firefly in a tight-sealed jar, to be executed.

In prison, Saint Valentine met and befriended the jailer’s daughter, Julia, who was blind and therefore, according to her times, was supposedly only good for serving food to the prisoners.

The two grew to be great friends, and one day, with God’s amazing help, Valentine healed Julia of her blindness and she could see once again.

Claudius decided to give St. Valentine the chance to be free and not executed (because he didn’t want to risk riots and revolts if Valentine was killed. Never underestimate the power of the public) if he would deny his faith.

St. Valentine was brought before Emperor Claudius II, but, like every Christian should, he did not deny his faith. God was his number one, and God told him to marry people.

So then he was thrown in jail and beheaded. Sad, but not the ending. When Claudius died, marriage was legalized again. And people could legally marry each other. Like they should if God calls them to. Because you can’t just outlaw marriage. Oh right, I’ve already said that. Moving on.

Before Valentine was killed though, he wrote a love letter to Julia, and signed it “from your Valentine” (kind of disappointing, honestly, because I was going to say this whole thing on the fallacy of the popular phrase “will you be my Valentine” and how it didn’t make sense because people would say it to their lovers even though Valentine was the person who actually married the couples, but then I realized that Valentine himself was a lover. Fun fact, I’m a Lover. No, really, the last name “Amador” means “Lover”. Look it up. Random fact. Whether it is convenient or not for this not-actually-national holiday, I am still unsure).

Anyway, that is the story of Saint Valentine; the origin of St. Valentine’s Day. Even though I posted this around 11 O’ clock p.m., it’s still Valentine’s Day, so I can still say, I hope you have a happy rest of St. Valentine’s Day!

With God’s Help, 

Daniel L. Amador



About My Blog Updates

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 Dear readers… me being a fairly new blogger, I’ve been continually trying to update my blog to make it run better, look better, and just be better in general.

I have made the most updates on the homepage, and a few on the blog-page.

But are they improvements? Do they worsen it? Or do they just not really make a difference?

I am making these improvements for the sake of you, readers, so that things are more organized and appealing, not just to me, but to you all.

So I’ve set up this poll for you to share what you think on the matter.

Please answer, and please answer truthfully. Thank you!

With God’s Help, 

Daniel L. Amador



In Which I reveal to You Where Odyssey (from AIO) Is

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Alright, before I start, I’d like to say a few things. 1) CWW HAS ENDED!!! *sad* Neither the Fire, Water, nor Air Team won. The Fire Team was ahead in words, while the Water Team was ahead in hours. 2) I JOINED YWW AGAIN!!! After…*counts* *despises math* Um… around four months… yeah.

Now on with the post!!

I know, I know, this doesn’t have anything to do with writing, and not really much about Christianity, but I did say I would post random things every once in a while.

Anyway… I shall begin!

Many people have argued over where Odyssey (from Adventures in Odyssey) is located. I had an assumption based on several different facts. Then… I listened to an episode where it revealed the location. (Coincidentally, it was one of the very first episodes that started AIO, and is only available to members of the AIO club).

Where is Odyssey?








 My friends,




 is in Ohio.




Yep. Before I reveal in which episode I found out factually, let me give you my reasons why I believed it was in Odyssey before.

  1. Odyssey is a drive, plane ride, and train ride from Chicago. It takes a day to get there by car and less by train and plane, and that’s the time it takes for people from Odyssey, not to mention that they often go to and talk about Chicago. To prove the car distance… when I went to Ohio once, it took a day to drive there, and planes and trains are quicker.
  2. In the episode Unsinkable, part 2, a character mentioned that Odyssey was around halfway between Chicago and New York, but closer to Chicago. That also means that Odyssey is east of Chicago, limiting many options.
  3. Just their general lives could be considered very midwestern.

Those are a few bits of reasons.

Now for the hardcore fact: Here is the first sentance in the episode (bonus, really) BONUS! Whit’s Visitor: “This is family portraits. A look at life as it’s lived day to day in the small town of Odyssey, Ohio.”

*when he hears this for the first time, his eyes widen and his jaw drops*

Of course it’s in Ohio.


As for the more absolute location of Odyssey, this area is where I believe Odyssey is (I sent it to a friend before I actually discovered  that Odyssey was in Ohio):

My reasons are basically the same as stated earlier( 1) around halfway between New York and Chicago, but closer to Chicago 2) day-long car drive from Chicago 3) midwestern) except for one: in at least one episode they mention that Odyssey is close to the state border.


There you have it friends. Tell all those questioning listeners about this post (and don’t forget to tell them to subscribe!) so they will know them FACTS. *whispers* The not-that-dirty secret of Odyssey!

With God’s Help, 

Daniel L. Amador



Heaven… a Story and a Short Message

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[NOTE (from 2022): I wrote this post a while ago when I was less knowledgeable in Biblical matters and less skilled in writing, so there are factors that to be addressed. Short story: There are some aspects of my short story I really like, some of the writing, descriptions, etc. I do realize his ‘goodbyes’ were unrealstic and cheesy. Also, when I described Heaven, I was simply painting a very, very vivid picture of the granduer of Heaven. Heaven probably doesn’t have literal streets of gold, but it’s too glorious concieve. Short message: Some of the things I said are not Biblically supported. Though the beliefs of the passage in Mathew 22 (v. 30) vary with denominations, it’s still notable. There probably won’t be tech, cars, pizza, or the like in Heaven, I was simply trying to communicate that the New Earth will be SO MUCH MORE amazing than this present Earth. In conclusion, that’s all I have to say. 🙂 ]

I thought it was about time that I post a short story here! This short story is about Heaven. I wrote it some time during the summer, so it isn’t one of my best works, but I still like it.

Content Warning: Talk of death; cancer.

My short story is called…

Ready to Go

Isaac Redwood lay on his bed in his hospital room, watching TV.

He was suffering from a form of Cancer and didn’t have much time left. The doctors had done all they could, but it was too late.

The show he was watching ended, and an ad came on. “Want to be Cancer free? Then jus-” Isaac sighed, turned off the TV, and flopped his head on his pillow.

“Why me, God?” he thought. “I turned 13 just 5 days ago! I’m still so young, and now I’m dying?! And what about my parents? And my little sister and brother? What will happen to them? Why me, God? Why me?!”

He clenched his fist and slammed it down on his bed. A bolt of pain shot through his weak body.

“Ow!” he whimpered. A nurse heard him and poked her head through the door. “You shouldn’t strain yourself, Isaac. What you need is rest!” she said, then left.

All the nurses and doctors had been very friendly and kind to him, but he was still so sad and angry. He closed his eyes. “God, please tell me, show me, why? Please!” begged Isaac. He opened his eyes and just lay there, looking at the ceiling and listening to the constant beeping of the monitor near him.

Trust me, Isaac, he heard someone say. Isaac looked to his left, but no one was there.

Then he looked to his right, but no one was there either.

Trust me! He heard the voice say again. 

“Jesus?” he asked. 

Trust me, Isaac. The voice echoed for the third time.

He began to feel drowsy, and his eyelids started to slowly close. The slow beeping increased speed, and beeped more rapidly. Lights started flashing.

A nurse rushed in, and his eyes closed for a short time.

They slightly opened a few moments later, and he saw the doctor frantically typing on a computer, while the nurse was pacing, talking on a phone. His eyes slowly closed again.

 His eyes slightly opened again, and he saw the doctor sitting alone on a chair, facing the computer, with his head in his hands. Isaac’s eyes finally closed shut.…                                                  


Isaac’s eyes suddenly opened wide. He was lying in a seemingly never-to-end field. He got up, and in front of him was a gigantic, golden wall with massive golden gates, that had intricate carvings of angels and horses, and trees and flowers.

Two men with wings and armor, who seemed to glow, opened the gates for him. “Angels!” he thought. He walked past them and into the boundaries of the walls. 

Within the walls was a magnificent city made of gold, jewels, and beautiful, natural greenery. 

Along with radiant skyscrapers and buildings, there were gorgeous gardens and rivers, and all the streets were paved with gold.

In the center of the city was an enormous, noble castle, wider and taller than anything else in the city. Isaac walked towards it.

Children ran and played joyously while adults walked and talked merrily.

When he got there, two of the other kinds of men Isaac thought as angels opened the doors for him.

Inside was a Grand Hall with many elegant chandeliers and windows, keeping the place well-lit.

There were many kingly tables, and there was a proud fireplace in the back.

Around the tables sat many people, doing many things such as games, talking, and eating.

Those who saw him smiled and nodded.

He looked around the room and saw someone he recognized: his best friend, who had died around a year earlier.

His friend saw him, smiled, and winked.

A tear slid down Isaac’s cheek. ”He believed!” Isaac thought.

He continued his gaze upon the room, and he recognized two more people: his grandparents, who had led Isaac to the Lord, and had died five years ago due to old age. His other grandparents had died before he was born.

They smiled at him warmly, and more tears slid down his cheeks.

A man walked up behind Isaac and put a hand on his shoulder. Isaac looked up at the man.

He was very tall, dressed in white, glistening armor. He had a white mustache and beard, and his majestic, white hair reached a bit past his shoulders.

His eyes were bright blue, unlike any other, and they shone and sparkled.

Wrinkles and creases under his eyes showed age and wisdom, greater than any other. His smile was loving yet playful.

Upon his breastplate was a symbol: there was a cross, and where the four branches of the cross met, there was a large open book -the bible- at the end of each of the top three branches of the cross there was a circle, and there were lines connecting the three circles to each other, forming a sort of triangle; the three circles represented the Trinity. 

At the man’s side was a large, beautiful sword, grander than any sword Isaac had ever seen in the movies and such. The hilt was gold, with a large, colorful gem on each branch. The blade itself was a majestic silver, that would shimmer brightly in the sun.

“When you join me here, there will be no more tears,” said the man in a rich, yet gentle voice.

“Really?” asked Isaac, wiping the tears out of his eyes.

“Yes. Now, follow me,” said the man. He led Isaac to a garden where they walked together in peace.

They walked and talked together for several hours.

Isaac asked the man many questions, and the man answered all of them, though some more cryptically than others.

They eventually came to a part of the garden very near to the gate in the wall, and Isaac asked, “Why do I have to die?”

The man put both of his hands firmly on Isaac’s shoulders, and looked him straight in the eyes.

“This, I cannot tell you. You will just have to trust me. Trust me, Isaac. Now you will return home for a short time. And when you are ready to come back, say so. You will know when the time is right. And, trust me, Isaac, trust me…”

Isaac felt himself being pulled back out of the city and into the field. He could not see in detail now, only in blurs.

He was laid down in the field, and he whispered, “I trust you, Jesus.” His eyes closed shut.…


He started to gain consciousness, and his eyes slowly opened.

He heard a few people gasp, and someone said, “He’s awake!”

Isaac turned his head, and saw his family: his mom, his dad, his 7-year-old brother, David, and his 3-year-old sister, Stephanie.

They all ran to his bedside and showered him with numerous hugs and kisses. They eventually stopped, and the doctor started talking.

Isaac turned his head to the other side so he could see him talk.

“Isaac, you were unconscious for about 2 hours and a half, and you were dead for 15 minutes of those 2 hours and a half.”

What?!” gasped Isaac.

“It’s true, God must have sent you back, for however short a time!” exclaimed his dad.

“Yes, but here comes the very bad news. You should all sit down and brace yourselves.” The doctor sighed, took a deep breath, and continued. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Redwood, Isaac, David, Stephanie, we recently found out that Isaac only has 15 minutes to an hour left to live.”

A tear ran down Isaac’s cheek.

His Mom started sobbing, and his dad was in shock: a pale face, dropped jaw, and wide eyes, while tears poured down his face.

“Wait, but he just came back, what’s going on?!” asked David, desperately.

Mr. Redwood shakily put a hand on David’s shoulder.

“I guess Jesus just brought him back for a little bit to say goodbye…” he said.

“Goodbye? Whewe Isaac going? Momma, why you cwying?” asked Stephanie.

“He’s, he’s going to be with Grandma and Grandpa and Jesus…” said his mom, between tears.

They all cried for several minutes, but inevitably stopped.

Isaac shakily started talking.

“Mom, Dad, you have been great parents throughout my entire life, you have always been loving and caring to me and my siblings, through good times and bad.

“No matter what happened, you both always tried to remain calm and patient.

“I pray that, even when I am gone, you will continue to be great parents, no matter how hard it may be.

“I love you both.”

“We love you too, son,” said his dad. 

“We truly love you,” said his mom. They both kissed him, and he kissed them.

Then Isaac turned to David.

“David, you’ve been a fun, enjoyable little brother to me, and a caring older brother to Stephie.

“I pray you’ll continue to be the good son and older brother Mom, Dad, and Stephanie need.

“I love you, David.”

“I love you too, Isaac,” David choked out.

They hugged each other.

Lastly, Isaac turned to Stephanie.

“Stephie, you’ve always been a fun, silly lil’ sis’! I pray you will be the joyful, happy little girl every family needs, And, when I’m gone, pl-please d-don’t forget me, okay?” Tears filled Isaac’s eyes.

“Okay. An’ don’t wowy, I won’t foget you! Say “hi” to gwama an’ gwampa an’ Jesus fo me!” she said.

They hugged, and he kissed her on the head.

He looked at his family one last time, and strangely, he felt no pain: physically or emotionally.

“This is it,” he thought.

Isaac looked up, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

“Jesus, I’m ready to go.”

The End

And now, as I promised by the title, the short message.

Some people are afraid of Heaven because they think it might take away everything earthly that they love, such as pizza, technology, or maybe a special relationship, and they think everything will be all grand and happy and only nature… but what if Heaven still has the things they love?

I had an image go through my mind one night that was possibly given to me of what Heaven could be like, even if it might not be; even if the image is just to bring comfort and security.

Two encouraging and accurate points of what Heaven could be like are… 1) What if? And 2) Why not?

What if… Heaven still had things like technology, marriage, writing, publishing, or boats?

And why not? Those things, if used/done correctly and justly, can bring a lot of joy and happiness. And everything in Heaven is “correct” and “just”. So, rhetorically, I ask you: why not?

Never did God forbid those things… in fact, He actually encouraged several of them!

The Bible says that it will be a New Earth… and why can’t a new Earth include things ( such as (clean in all aspects) pizza, motor boats, or trains??

I’m not saying that Heaven will for sure have those things. And I doubt everything I’ve said is accurate. I’ve never gone to a theology school or anything, after all. All these things I believe are from God, and my mind. Technically, all I’m trying to say is that Heaven will be a place of amazing joy, peace, happiness, and love.

Beyond human imagination… beyond the human. Or, as part of the meaning of my book indicates (I will probably have a post about the meaning of my book title sometime), beyond the wolf.

Heaven is a place beyond great… Heaven is God’s eternal home and He invites it to be ours, as well.

With God’s Help, 

Daniel L. Amador



A Few Important Announcements

Grab your atlas, running shoes, (Spanish to English translator,) and a good book! You ready? Let’s go, fam!

I’ve got a few important(ish) announcements for all of you readers!

  1. As some of you know, I am writing a book with my co-author Esther “Star” J. Lawe. Aaand… we need an actual name for it [our book]. As amazing as our current name “Somethingsomethingblablabla” is, it doesn’t fit the book. At all. So Esther published a post on her blog about it that included a survey for the choosing of the name. The post is here. Please fill out our survey so we can have something catchy and accurate to call our book! ¡Muchas gracias!
  2. My blog is now “therightkindawriter.com” instead of “therightkindofwriter.wordpress.com”! So… yeah, it makes things more professional. Also, note that it has “kinda” not “kindof”. When I first started this blog, the name was “The Right Kinda Writer”, then I changed it, but I guess the URL didn’t.
  3. I am now able to make money on my blog through Wordpess ads! Now, of course, I do not have enough traffic to make money now… but if my amount of consistent readers grows, than, maybe. Just to let you all know!
  4. MY GOOD FRIEND FELICITY A. WALES IS PUBLISHED, AS OF A COUPLE DAYS AGO!!! Her book, Truth Through Fire (I came up with the name, btw XP) is available in both Kindle and paperback! Click here to find it on Amazon, where you can also read the synopsis and find other information on it! As her older spiritual brother and head editor, I am very proud of her (she turned 13 literally just a few months ago)! I, and I’m sure she, would deeply appreciate it if you support her by buying her! Not only that, but you’ll also get a good book to read! I can’t wait till the paperback arrives at my house!!!

I believe that is all for now! Thank you!

With God’s help,

Daniel L. Amador