Adam Plaisance

I'm 32 and live in a large suburb of Baton Rouge LA. I am the fourth son of Nancy Plaisance, a Michigan native who moved to Louisiana when she was sixteen. And I am the adopted son of Curtis Plaisance, a native of Louisiana. My parents raised me in a Christian home where God was always fodder for conversation. Upon turning fourteen though, friends introduced me to skateboarding and smoking cigarettes. It was all down hill from there. Not only was God no longer an interest of mine, but He also had become, in effect, my enemy. Soon punk rock�s ugly head peaked around the corner of my life, accompanied by his friends, social deviance and dissention. Needless to say, none of these developments ever led to anything virtuous. Now, I find myself scratching to reconcile myself with the same system that I enjoyed trashing in my earlier years. I had to relearn everything; and at the center of this reeducation was the tenet that order always smells better than chaos � in the end.
I submitted the first two chapters of my 26-chapter novel, Stalwart Dreaming. I wrote it at a time of spiritual exploration unmatched by any other time in my life. It�s the story of Caleb Balin, a 22-year old misfit, and Demetrius Barnes, a 44-year old African American from Cantanker City. By way of a long series of revelatory dreams and visions, they learn of the forces of good and evil that operates behind the scenes. Through this process, they come to realize that there is a linear connection between the ancient gods and goddesses; demons and angels. In the meantime, their biggest concern is simply to remain sane, as the subplots of their lives unfold. Eventually they meet after Demetrius moves from Cantanker to the country. Regretfully though, they never learn of their commonly held spiritual awakening.
It wasn�t until I read Zachariah Sitchen�s �Twelfth Planet,� that I ran with the notion that maybe there is a connection between the Fallen Sons of God, (B�nai Ha Elohim) and the ancient cosmonauts described by the Sumerians and Babylonians. I wrote the novel in attempt to make sense to myself of what is really going on.
But back to me, (after all this is my biography, not theirs. I'm tired of them taking center stage in my life): I've been within the last two and a half years battling with the demon alcohol. I had lived such a clean life for so long. It began to happen around the middle period of a tumultuous relationship with a girl ten years my junior. I had met her at Bill Englehardt's house. Before I even knew it was happening, I was running to the bottle to help me cope with the arguments we would have, instead of running to God. And I suffered the consequences, and am still suffering.