I want to thank the WordPress community for your support over the last decade.

Thank you all, and I think 10 years of this is enough from me.

Cheers and warm regards

Dennis Mantin

One day at a time…

I have started my 2nd novel, which I am hopeful to be published later this year or early 2026…

Set in contemporary Toronto and 1990’s Banff Alberta…. A private detective with a deathwish takes a final life altering case.

“And God is in his heaven, and we all want what’s his.

But power and greed and corruptible seed seem to be all that there is…”

Life is short…

Love is worth fighting for.

Family is important until they aren’t.

Memory is faulty.

Silence and patience are virtuous.

Words can hurt. Use them carefully. You never know what inner struggles others are dealing with. If you have nothing good to say, silence is a wonderful option.

Protect yourself and treat yourself with respect. If we treated our friends the way most of us treat ourselves… we would have no friends.

Gravity works.

The sun rises and sets every 24 hours regardless what you think.

You are what you eat. Eat well and in moderation.

Don’t take yourself to seriously. No one else will.

Tell people you care about how you feel. No one can read your mind.

Matter exists in at least 3 states, solids, liquids and gas.

Money matters. You can’t pay rent or eat with good intentions.

Very few people speak truthfully. Many exaggerate. If something is to good to be true then proceed with caution.

There are 2 types of workers. Those that do a good job and Those that promote their careers.

Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.

Don’t go to sleep angry.

Shit happens. Sometimes bad things happen to good people.

Generally speaking, following the crowd is a bad idea.

It is not the lies we tell each other that are problematic. It’s the lies we tell ourselves and believe that are the problem.

Change happens. Get used to it or learn to suffer.

Learn to give without an expectation of return: or don’t give.

Fears fall into 2 categories. Rational and irrational.

Avoid the words Always and Never. They rarely happen.

I don’t know why my baby loves clowns.
Whose painted on tears never fall down.
I don’t know what she sees in their eyes
Perhaps the line between horror/surprise…

I don’t know why my baby can’t sing.
Why carnival music isn’t her thing.
It fills my head when I’m at the fair.
Searching for clues in clowns everywhere.

I don’t know why she screams at night.
I hope it’s not why she holds me so tight.
Because I’m the type I’m weak for love.
Carnival music I rise above.

Is it the pain or is it the tears?
For some carnival crime from yesteryears.
Maybe it’s you, maybe I’ll never know.
Maybe it’s me, baby let go.

(chorus)

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings horses and all the kings men.
Tried and they tried but she fell down again.

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
She went to her shrink ended up at the mall.
Humpty Dumpty wanted it all.

Dennis Mantin