It is often said a writer sets the future in motion and carves the truth from the flesh of fantasized history.  What is imagined today becomes common place by tomorrow.  We certainly may not be able to hop into the latest starship to come off the assembly line and take a pleasure cruise to Alpha Centauri today, but what about our own grandchildren?  What about our great grandchildren?  Unless we, as the human species manages to go ahead and kill ourselves off and most likely along with most of the other life on this planet, what fantastic things are dreamed of and written today to propel literature into the future and set science and hard research on new paths of thinking?

And it's not always about the future.  What about the past?  The distant past?  The times before when there are traces of written or symbolic history written on cave walls, on the walls lining a tomb, written in the very sediment buried under layer upon layer of dirt and time?  The search for Atlantis continues even today, and with that search there have been fantastic discoveries recently unearthed in oceans spanning the globe.  Pictographs found in Mayan writings showing objects that look amazingly like aircraft of today--one in particular showing what can easily be described as a man, wearing a helmet, riding an object with many different levers and foot pedals and broad sweeping flame being shot from the craft behind him.  Typical archeological dogma today still insists anomalies such as this is nothing short of meaningless.  They also told us once Columbus discovered the New World of the Americas when we now know with certainty the Vikings were certainly here centuries before.  We all know the plants used to make cocaine can only grow in very specific regions of South America and that is an accepted and "proven" fact even today.  I find it amazingly odd that dozens of Egyptian mummies have been tested and show absolute proof positive a vast majority of them actually have traces of cocaine in the mummified tissues.  Exactly how far had humanity developed in the eras of antiquity which modern science tells us humanity was still defending territory with weapons no more advanced that the stones on the ground at their feet--yet we find hidden and very occasional clues humanity may very well not only dominated the oceans, but some evidence shows perhaps even the skies were a people's playground during these times that officially, man kind should only have been worried about killing an animal to eat that night and then had to worry about making a small fire out of flint rocks.  Is it actually possible our scientists today could actually be wrong?

There is conclusive evidence which strongly indicates Egyptian writings at different points within shallow caves and carved into bluffs along the Mississippi and Arkansas rivers at many different locations all the way the Arkansas River's very beginning in Colorado.  There are cave paintings in France which show shapes bearing incredible similarities of looking exactly like helicopters in today's use.  An object archeologist have dubbed as a depiction of some mythical bird or some other type of symbolic tool used in blood sacrifice rituals but strangely enough looks exactly like any number of toy model planes we can purchase at any hobby supply center modeled after any number of various aircraft in use to this day.  Fiery chariots coming down from the heaven's and whisking prophets of old away body and spirit?  The old testament of the Bible tells us of instances where this happened several times in history.  The column of fire leading the Hebrews from Egypt.  And can anyone give an accounting of why, very recently, test results are conclusive in showing traces of cocaine in many Egyptian mummies on display in various museums world wide.  By itself, this revelation should be impossible by any current archeological believe since the plants cocaine is made from can grow in only one region of this planet--South America.  If you honestly think about some of these things, there is no possible way to sit and say people of this timeline were imaginative enough to simply make up descriptions of cigar shaped "boats" which whisked groups of people up and away to the heavens.  There is no really conceivable theory on the table by today's academia to account for the overwhelming evidence of full communication between all continents during a time very prior to the fist landings of the Vikings in "The New World".   Did you know certain American Indian tribes have a written history which tells them their peoples once lived on Mars and were brought to Earth after a great and terrible war among the gods?  Or, take one further step into questioning currently taught "fact"--a ceramic jar was discovered in Iraq containing the simplified workings inside which are the same methods used in creating batteries today.  And this ancient battery not only predates the actual discovery and applications of creating electricity by centuries of "recorded actual history".  (Click on "The Musings Of Robert Shane John Sutliff" to access my writting and some of the other speculations I have on these topics

There are truths in science fiction--especially from writers who create their stories based on evidence recently uncovered in various dig sites world wide showing intensive, deliberate, and high order mathematics and sciences which dispute accepted principals stubbornly clung to by our actual "leading" scientists today.  How is it the Toltecs, the Aztecs, the Mayans and even ancient Greeks had calendar systems based on planetary movements of this solar system which are more accurate, even today, than our best atomic clocks?  And finally, how is it in history when the pyramids were being built in Egypt, Babylon, in many civilizations and cultures in Europe, Africa and Asia, the same principal of pyramid construction was in great use in the American continents as well and at the same time?  These cultures never had contact with each other right?

Uh huh...


Computers are how I make my living--but under no circumstance or terms do they define the person who I truly am.  From day to day, virtually every person's life is, in some way or other, influenced by computers. I have always liked working with computers and the huge variety of different software packages which come with them and I often looked forward to ever advancing technologies and seeing what can be come up with next to propel us even further into the future.  How could I possibly love science fiction enough to go so far as to write it if I didn't find technology fascinating?  How many different things do we now take for granted in our own every day lives that you can see as actually being "science fiction" in several short decades of literature, movies and television in the past?  How many times have you watched an original Star Trek episode that they would use some insane looking instrument to do a specific task and when it was originally shown those decades ago--it was fantastic imagination and pure science fiction.  Many of those same things used in those episodes actually exist in every day life today.

On the other hand, there is a very fine line in appreciating a thing, and liking a thing and actually becoming completely dependent on that thing and this is simply something I will not do.  You may have noticed in the previous paragraph I used the past tense a lot when talking about computers and every changing technology.  In very recent times I find myself growing more intolerant of certain technologies which therefore, has landed me squarely in the jaws of an ever growing personal conundrum.  How could I have spent my entire college history and beyond that, my entire working career sitting on the precipice of the birth and rise of the computer age and now find myself (much to the dismay of anyone who knew me well in the past) so entirely obstinate of staying on top of the surfboard and riding the ever plowing waves of newer, faster and consuming technology?  A personal rebellion?  Given my emotional disposition a personally rebellion is certainly not beyond the realm of possibility and most people in my life most likely would say this is more than just a small possibility.  I've certainly risen out of the ranks of many socially imperative mind-sets on any variety of topics in the past and suddenly started rattling sabers of discontent toward the social norms.  When I was living in Chicago and teaching, and finding myself suddenly completely immersed in the reality that no matter how much I may have traveled in the pas, no matter how many different cities and areas I had visited and no matter how many hotels and airports I found myself living in for so many years--for the first time I had actually moved into a city which I immediately discovered I was ill prepared for and just because you blow through a cities airport often does not mean in any sense of the word, that it makes you ready to actually live in what may as well be a completely different planet from the comfortable southern mountain area I had grown up in back in Arkansas.  It was never made more clear to me than when a group of student's in a class I was teaching laughed at something I said which was not meant in any sense of the word to have been humorous, and asked me if this is what it meant by the saying of "dug in like a tic on the ass-end of a coon dog".  Stunned?  Well, that wording doesn't really apply to my immediate reaction.  I laughed until tears came to my eyes before relinquishing to the point they were making--I may be teaching networking fundamentals, but following many of those lessons by adding "which is something else probably developed by carpet-baggers" certainly gave away the birth of a very personal revolutionary way of my own thinking--I was quickly getting very tired of merely trying to "keep up" with all the latest and greatest technology and I was needing to find a new balance and much lower key way of living the rest of my life.  Computers and an abundance of ever evolving technologies certainly have valid and necessary purpose, especially in today's society which is becoming ever more increasingly dependent of these machines.  But computers are not now, nor will they ever be, replacements for the actual human mind.

Science Fiction is not something completely speculative for most writers in this genre.  For some of us, we rely on what is still possible, as well as what must have been possible at other points in time and this provides a fountain from which to draw upon even further speculation.  What happened in humanities history which must have been so cataclysmic as to sling humanity back into the stone age to start completely over again?

Some day, science fiction will be my living. Having lived in Arkansas my entire life, I have found myself hanging on every story, every tale which is spun from the legends of the hills and the mountains surrounding me. It was only natural, it seems, that I would find myself creating more stories for persons who believe that with every twist of a good plot, the unexpected is certain to happen.  Writing and selling short stories as well as articles and editorials on various other topics (not science fiction based) has helped me broaden my own writing and has opened many doors to publication avenues I had never anticipated before.  I love writing articles and editorials to sell to various magazines across the world.  I have learned so much from the research I've done to write these articles.

Why did I choose Science Fiction as the foundation for which I build upon my imagination? For me, the answer is simple. The Greatest of the Unknown. The mystery which shrouds our lives everyday. The always asked question--are we alone in the universe? Like any other writer, my ultimate goal is to gain world wide publication. Why? It's not for the money, nor fame, nor glory of being in the spotlight. It's more to bring my work to you, the reader, to help you understand that with science fiction, it's not the lasers and weapons used in space exploration of movies and television shows which is what will drive our future. It's the unknown. Every single one of us is an explorer at heart. We all want to go just a little bit further into that house at the corner of the street which is supposed to be haunted. We all want to dig just a bit further in the attic to find some lost treasure or memento of affection long forgotten.  We are all intensely curious at heart. So that is what my writing is about, bringing new possibilities into our imaginations. This above all is something to strive for which is larger than we feel we can obtain in the here and now.

Where would humanity be today without the imagination and creativity of others? As a novelist, these are the things I look for each and every day. I hope you are enjoying this site, and I hope you have some of the same dreams as I.  I have included a section in this website where I have posted samples of my written works for you to view freely and I truly hope you enjoy these if you choose to read them.


I am also an artist and pursue the creation and my personal internal outlets in the mediums of photography, sketching, painting in oils, ceramics, interior decorating, computer graphics (all pictures, icons and banners in this site are my sole creations and you can see examples of these throughout this website) and especially (at least more recently) in the art of painted stained glass.  The creation of artistic work for me seems as much a natural part of me as breathing.  When I began learning the art of painted stained glass, I relied heavily at first on pre-printed patterns created by various other artists.  Soon enough, however, I realized using another artist's patterns was doing nothing more for me than denying my own creativity and soon I started feeling suffocated by mimicking other artist's visions.  I then began designing and creating my own works from the actual start to the very end and have developed several of my own techniques which I use to gain more light refraction to enhance the finished projects.  To jump directly to my online photo gallery containing many of the different artsworks I have created for both myself and clients, you can use the "Photo" button in the top menu or you can also click the "Storm Creations Visions" logo immediately left.

Currently I live in the city of Springdale, nestled in the scenic mountains of Northwest Arkansas and centered in one of the most prominent places in the state where you can find writers and artists throughout the area.  My lifetime partner, David, and I love living and being a part of the communities of this area and would love to continue to be a part of this area for the rest of our lives.  We have a nice, three bedroom home with four cats, three fish, and a never ending circle of visits from every stray animal running outside of our home.  Additionally we have a pretty constant stream of wild animals such as squirrels, opossums, deer and racoons dropping by for a visit.  One particular squirrel who has chosen to nest and live in one of our trees has made a particular impact on us--since during a very recent time while it was still young, a couple of neighborhood cats chased him and he managed to cram his way in between our storm door and main door, creating a lot of noise not commonly heard.  When I opened the door, into the house he came.  That tale is a whole other story and not one for this particular section of this website but rest assured, you'll be able to see that someday very soon in the selections of my short stories I will post in this site.

David and I both work for one of the largest media communications companies in the United States as technical support representatives.  When David isn't working, he can usually be found in our home office wrapped in his own hobby of online gaming and Everquest.  His own interests are as widely spread out as my own and he's one of the most caring and charitable persons you could ever meet.  David has become my rock of strength--especially in the most recent times as I have been ill and he has remained steadfast in being beside me through ever step of the process to my recovery.  He is my soul mate and for the first time in my life I have truly discovered how truly wonderful life is in finding the person you know you are meant to spend this life time with.  His love of nature and his personal religious practices have given me unique perspectives and new ways of observing all the many wonders our world possesses.   We are so much more than "partners" in life and the simple fact of the matter is I can't imagine my life any longer without having him in it.  Soon, I hope to bring additional pages to this website which he will create himself to bring more of his own life and interests to the surface.

My mother is also an accomplished author herself.  Several years ago she underwent advanced surgery to her lower back and had to spend a great deal of time trapped in a single room of her house during her recovery process.  She couldn't ride in a vehicle or do any walking more than a very few feet at a time and even this was limited to still being in her house.  Naturally, after a couple of weeks of this and knowing several months of this was still looming ahead of her, she started getting somewhat depressed  and was so completely bored and restless with her limited life where she had to stay in bed, it dawned on me she had many incredible stories of her growing up "on the farm" and also stories she had been told by her father and grandfather of different mountain folklore which she found absolutely fascinating.  I thought at the time, perhaps giving her the ability to begin writing these stories could be a very good way to take the depression she was falling into away.  I sat up a computer for her directly by her bedside where she could easily see the monitor and use the serving table she normally used to hold her plate and glass when she ate.  After adjusting that table a bit for her, we managed to get it to where she could type comfortably with little strain on her muscles and back.  It took some convincing to get her started because she couldn't believe anyone would actually be interested in the stories she had of these folklores, but I finally convinced her that even if she didn't write the stories passed down to her through the generations, her imagination itself was more than capable for her to write her own stories and allow her to travel with the progression of the life of the characters she created.  Once she was convinced herself that neither the computer nor the keyboard and mouse couldn't acutally bite her, and then once I convinced her that even if she made a mistake on the computer and she would get typical errors and only requiring her to reboot the computer--and she wasn't actually breaking it--she began taking off.

She created many short stories.  With each page she typed, her writing abilities started developing a life all their own and soon enough, she began becoming captivated by all the many "movies" she was watching with her imagination and transposing to typed text.  And soon after that, I finally convinced her to actually begin submitting her stories to different publishing centers such as printed magazines and Ezines.  Rather quickly, she began receiving acceptance letters for publication.  After mastering the ability to spin a captivating short story, she finally had the nerve to get really serious about her writing and began her first novel.  She titled the novel "Children of the Mountain" and when completed, she began marketing this as well to different publishing houses.  When she got her letter from one particular publisher expressing interest in pursuing a writing contract with her for this novel--she crossed the greatest hurdle every writer strives for.  She had landed her publishing contract and the publisher kept about 95% of her actual story and changed very little on this as happens so often with other writers and publishers.  The only thing the publisher actually "strongly advised" her to change was the title of the book itself.  Being replaced by "Redemption of Quapaw Mountain" we all actually agreed that although the first title was actually insightful, the second title she agreed upon with the publishing house only added to the mystique of the words of the novel.

"Redemption of Quapaw Mountain"  is still available for sale through various book retail stores and seller's web sites including Amazon Books, Barnes and Nobel amd Hastings.  If you would like to read the book teaser and consider buying the book itself, you can do so by clicking on the book cover graphic immediately above and soon enough, you would have a truly wonderful story in your hands to enjoy.

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