Update on "The Final Cruise" by F. Ellsworth Lockwood

Would you like to help me write a book, or help me make the book better? Here's your  opportunity to play critic/English teacher and model reader!

The posts below are old (embarrasing?) versions.

The full story has now been revised several times however, and is available for public viewing at:

 http://www.authonomy.com/books/21239/the-final-cruise/.

Feel free to just read my book on Authonomy.com ... and other people's books as well. Or if you would be so kind, you may help me rise in the "ranks" on Authonomy.com by registering and backing my book (by putting it on your "bookshelf").

To search for the book on Authonomy go  to link as noted above http://www.authonomy.com/books/21239/the-final-cruise/). 

The "author's name" on the Authonomy website is "eltopiaauthor" an the title is "The Final Cruise."

On Authonomy, you may notice that I was experimenting with an added character to introduce the rest of the book, but that proved difficult to do without it appearing "tacked on." Now I am considering just chopping off the first chapter of the story as it reads on Authonomy, but have not  gone to that drastic step as of this posting.

If anyone is interested to read both versions, I would love to hear your thoughts as to which opening works better. Thanks.


Please Help Me: If you would like to increase my ranking at the www.authonomy.com site, please register there, and back my book, The Final Cruise by "EltopiaAuthor" or just search the site for "eltopia." Again, thank you ahead of time.

Also, any comments would be appreciated, whether at this site or on the Authonomy site.


If you know any publishers or agents, please tell them about my story. Thanks

CHAPTER SIX: GEORGIE, 1878

Memories. They may bless or they may curse, but they may never go away. Not completely. For years, buried leagues below the seas of our forgetfulness, memories suddenly, inexplicably, return like Paradise itself, and when that happens we bask in the pleasure. Often the case is contrary, however. At those times the memories swirl beneath the dark waters like the shadows of circling sharks, or they loom suddenly, as soul-shattering reefs. At the age of 12 T.J. struck one such “reef.”

CHAPTER FIVE: The Invocation

A touch of white lace graced her neck. Other lace accented the firmness of her upper arms. T.J. adored the sight of her, and though he tried not to let it show, his wife Elizabeth observed all ...

CHAPTER FOUR: STELLA 1943

Stella would be on her font porch, waiting on for T.J. as usual. Clouds drifted overhead and T.J ambled unaware, with no presentiment of the disaster that would transport him to another world.

CHAPTER THREE: LEVIATHON

Awakened by his nightmares, T.J. rolled over and fell sleep again, but fitfully. His roof had sprouted a new leak, and the drips of water splashed on his face, running down his chin and wetting the pillow.