“I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.” ― Jorge Luis Borges

So, who writes this stuff?


Argh Mommy, Thar be Dragons!

Well, I do – sort of. That’s me, Hyperion Sturm, AKA Daniel. I chose this picture to introduce myself and my writing. You see, this is the exact moment when I saw my first Dragon.  Scared the crap out of me. That’s why I don’t look happy. My mother is happy because, after a monumental struggle with my keen sense of fashion, she finally got me to wear that damn, stupid cap. Later, I figured it was the cap that scared the Dragon out from under the couch. My life was never the same after that.

The toothless Dragon

Every good writer has to start somewhere. Even us bad writers need to sit down and say, this is the day. Today is the day I write my first freakin’ disaster and get myself barred from the literary guild. I was no different. But first, I had to go to school. Here is a picture of me with no front teeth preparing to embark on the longest project of my life. Who knew it would take me decades to get educated so I could sit down and write my first freakin’ literary disaster. The fact my parents had defanged me was no coincidence. I was an aggressive Dragon by age 6.


During high School, I became enamored of Rock-n-Roll music and dreamed of being a teen-danRock Star. So, I joined the church choir. I didn’t say I was smart. Young Dragon Masters tend to screw up at first. We traveled around on a bus and sang wonderfully inspirational and uplifting songs to people. That just ruined my Rock Singer voice. It’s impossible to sing inspirational and uplifting songs with a gravel voice that sounds desperately constipated.

I had to give it all up. I went back to writing poetry using only curse words. That was a short career too after the teachers called my parents. Poets are rarely understood during their lifetimes, and my dad was determined my lifetime was going to be damn short if I didn’t stop writing naughty-boy poems at school.


Later, I finally forced my way out of high school and made another critical error. I went to college. It was at college I discovered girls. The picture at left captures the moment I discovered that I loved that special girl I found. Things got out of hand quickly after that.

I also discovered that writing and girls were hard work that required one to know something about the subject. It was then I also discovered writing had rules too. Oh, merciful Buddha’s cousin! So many rules. There was grammar, punctuation, spelling, content and context. I gave up.

Another thing that I discovered in my budding career as a junk writer was you can become a parent, a husband, and remain a fastidious idiot. I poured my life into being the best dad I could be. Right away I taught my son how to fart in an elevator and pick his nose. These are life skills that every man needs to know. We practiced with glorious abandonment. My poor wife caught hell because I was very much into her too. As much as possible, actually. There was no time to write anything, not even Christmas cards.dad-dan

One of my most significant non-writing life lessons I learned was parenting required lots daddyrat2of money and things like houses, food, electricity and diapers. We needed a lot more diaper wipes than I ever imagined. That stuff costs money. Naturally, the economy would tank into the deepest well of poverty, and I joined the Army because I still hadn’t become smart yet. I wasn’t rich either. I’m smiling in my Army picture because it’s bitterly cold outside and I’m in my command vehicle where it’s warm, and there is coffee. Lots of coffee. The Army doesn’t go anywhere without it. It certainly left without my wife. She had enough. Now I was not smart and not married either. That’s a dangerous combination and I write about that too.

willy-nilly-hawaiiNext, I became an Analyst because it’s freakin’ cool. Almost as cool as being a Rock Star. I had to prostitute myself for the greater good of humankind, which I enjoyed. I was just your average joe asking honest questions and got my picture taken a lot with people of interest. I was the first to discover that coconuts can hide the most interesting secrets. Once the secret was out, I decided it was time to write about it.

Later still, I quit all the skullduggery and nefarious elevator shenanigans and became a distinguished man of science. I was allowed to be the nerd  I always wanted to be, and I wrote lots of scientific papers along with charts, graphs, tables, and computations. Lots of computation. I wore all the numbers off my calculator, but I was unperturbed. I calculated regardless although my results were sometimes a bit odd.

It was during my stint as a scientist that I found out nobody had a damn clue what I wasdan writing about. Quantum entanglements and artificial intelligence just weren’t romantic. Romance is where it’s at, they said. When I discovered that romance is written by women for women, I didn’t think I was qualified.

Once again, I delayed my entry into the wonderful world of literary genius. This delay was because I was still an idiot and literary genius was too far out of reach. No worries, I said. I’ll study hard, and it will come to me. It did finally in 2014 when I quit being an industrious and productive person to write full time.

Unholy Frankenstein’s Aunt Kraken! I had no idea where to start. What would I write about? No clue. Nada. Zero. Zippo. I was doomed. A writer with all the time in the world and I was without words. I tried writing poetry using only curse words since I had previous experience. It didn’t catch on; probably because I never published those poems.

willy-nillyAnd then like a miracle, the Dragons whispered in my ear. The Dragons of my youth returned. They came to me in my dreams. Dragons sat at the table and drank coffee with me. I barred them from the bathroom. That was just a wee bit too invasive. The result was Return of Dragons where I found a way to tell you about my life without mentioning myself one time.

This story is about people loved and lost. It’s also about Brothers and Sisters in arms that paid the way with every last drop of their blood. It’s about getting to the one thing that will save the world after the fighting is done. Love. Love one another. Sing a joyous song in your loved one’s heart and don’t look back. Just keep in mind, nothing is ever as it appears to be. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

Thank you for reading.

With Love,


P.S. I went back to work because I like it. My poor mother. If she were alive, she’d smack that butt if she knew I was still acting like an idiot.


58 thoughts on “Meet the Dragon Master

  1. Daniel!!!
    You are one kind of a witty master dragon I have ever met.
    I laughed my ass off reading this and it is the best Introduction I have ever read.
    I should let you do my ‘Introduction’ as well.
    I never know anyone can be the ‘Best Idiot Ever’ like this.
    The coconut can hide thing is the best part of it ALL! LOL

    Missing you, my friend!
    Now, I am off to try to do some reading here.
    Till then.

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    1. Waaa haaa haaa! This is the real me. All my other writing, I try so hard to be serious, but it just doesn’t work as well as if I were just myself all the time. I thought coconut exploration would be a really great hobby but I think I would get beat up a lot and I’m too old to take many beatings. 😆

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      1. I remembered there was this coconut song in the 80’s, I guessed. It was the most weird coconut song I have ever heard off – can’t remember who sang it. But, he sings always the same word all over again like, “Coconut, Mama, coco, coconut!” It sounds pervert, actually, and I cannot help myself but scratching my head every time it came out of the radio. LOL

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  2. Always late to the party but suddenly overcome with curiosity about the Dragon Master I found my way here. Such a fabulous journey and not just a little amusing, I enjoyed traveling through time and arriving at some fabulously mysterious inlet that is surely not the final destination but a passageway to something wonderful and only time will tell how far this Dragon Master will travel! May the wind be at your back young man. Rene (Celtic Woman) .

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    1. Hi Rene! Do you prefer Rene? I absolutely love the Celtic Woman ties. Indeed, you have come to a passage way leading to many of millenia past and into the future. The last picture was of me in the winter sitting in front of the old picture window of my grandfathers house on the St. Marks River near Woodville Florida. My sister took the picture. We are in our element like two otters and so my smile was a permanent condition at that time. So glad you stopped by. I’ll fix tea and we can chat about Dragons and Triskele.

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        1. Thank you, Rene and a fine evening for you as well. There were many dreams come true in the cold crystal waters and caverns made of emerald green river grass. The bright plumage of exotic birds and Lone Ranger masks on baby raccoons peering from the cattails and palmetto made it mysterious. There was plenty of food for everyone and everyone was welcome, even the Dragons.

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          1. H, living so near the river of grass I can relate to the natural beauty. There is something so serene about the lakes and rivers of north and central Florida. I canoed the St Johns a few years ago, dived at Blue Sorings where I was chased out by a cotton mouth. I expect the Manatee are gathering there for the winter and I hope to see them. An anecdote: my friend and I were relaxing on Key Biscayne and suddenly realized it was beginning to get dark. We grabbed up our things to go and when we turned around no less than thirty raccoons that had apparently come out of a small stand of trees stood on hind legs way too close for comfort just staring at us. Creeped the bejeesus out of me. Take care Dan. Thanks for sharing your wonderful stories from childhood. Photos too. Love them.

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            1. Awww so cool! 😎. That is absolutely the Florida life. Blue Springs is another place my grandmother took me often in the summer. And of course I spent a lot of time on the St Johns when I lived in Jacksonville. And those rascally raccoons. They were giving you a standing ovation for your hasty retreat. I’ll bet that was a rocking beach at night with all those furry little bandits raising it. Lovely memories. No doubt you relate well because you live it too. Have a great week, Rene!

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    1. 😁 I need to update my bio. I’m older and more eccentric now. Yes, dragons and wolves are an integral part of who I am and I find they make great companions though it would be a terrible mistake to call them pets. They will still eat you if they get hungry or angry. You have a lovely website and I really like the content you share with us. Don’t worry if you hear someone rummaging around in the back of your blog in the older posts. It’s just me trying to catch up. 😊


  3. Third time I think I’m reading this. This time it was different. I feel like I needed to come back. I giggled several times, most prominently at expert nose picking, secret coconuts and your mum giving you a good spanking for being “a very naughty boy” . Monty python- couldn’t resist.
    Also I very much enjoyed your chit chat with the Dragons, to whom I am quite literally eternally grateful. I see past your cheeky bravado and know that that was a huge moment that you covered in silliness icing.
    What else… couldn’t possibly adore you any more and yet…I do.
    Okay, I’m shushing and smiling at you from behind my very ornate fan.

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    1. Hi Lauren! I didn’t know you hadn’t seen my bio. It could use a little updating but now readers know to never take me seriously. Yes, I have deleted all my ties to social media except my WordPress blog. I loved your interview with Jack. What a rich reference to all things noir. I didnt comment because I remembered the angst all of us bloviators cause you. It looked like you had reached your limit already. Still loved it, tho.

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      1. I swear I’ve looked at your About page before. This was quite a while ago but I don’t recall any of this and it’s bugging me a little bit. Loving all the old photos.

        Congrats on being free! I take a break from time to time. And thanks I’m glad you enjoyed that interview. One of my lengthier posts as of late. I’d really like to explore that genre more with my writing.

        And yes, Ogden wins the award there. 😉 I hate to make you feel like you shouldn’t comment, I just feel bad not replying until a week later sometimes if it’s a longer one – and not reciprocating with an equally lengthy one.

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        1. Ha ha ha! I guess as long as you remain your awesome self you are going to get comments of epic proportion. I’m going to quiten my inner noise makers and force my head elves to focus on the glory of silence, solitude, and the search for yggdrasil. Going to colorado this year with better legs and then on to Norway to see if I can find a place to set up a hermit kingdom on a little parcel of land.

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          1. Ahh I’m so glad you can finally make it out to glorious Colorado since it didn’t work out previously. And Norway?! Your viking roots will love that. Sadly my first trip to Europe (to Switzlerland) will need to be postponed another year until my friend and I can catch up financially and she graduates from nursing school.

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            1. Yeppir Buddy! Colorado is a warmup for Norway. They have a pilgrimage trail that ends at the great cathedral in Trondheim. I’m growing my viking beard now and hair so everything will be ready with an electric blue braid. Gotta get my silver Thor’s Hammer and tunic and be ready to pilgrim my way from mead hall to mead hall. I think Switzerland is a worthy trek and definitely worth the wait to be ready for it.

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              1. A good friend of mine is taking his son backpacking in Colorado this July. He’s been reading a book on hiking and just learned the different ways he can get by without toilet paper! 😀

                You will look glorious for your trip! Gotta start pumping some mega iron, too.

                I’m also ready for that Swiss chocolate.

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                1. LOL 😂 you gotta love hiking with options. That’s complete zen to avoid leaving a paper trail and staying energized with Swiss chocolate. And building those viking shield and axe muscles is hard work, whew! 🤠

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  4. Beautiful. Funny. Emotional.That’s you Daniel! It’s always a pleasure to read you. And now readying your autobiography I have the feeling that I know you for years. It’s like you told us these personal things about you while we all had a cup of coffee, and instead sugar you gave us some cool pictures of you.
    Pleased to meet the real you.

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    1. I’m so glad you liked it, Alina. I feel the same, and my Romanian roots always come alive when I see your pictures, they are like connections to a past I never knew. I was convinced to come out of the shadows and show myself and since then, I’ve enjoyed meeting friends over virtual coffee and sharing thoughts, feelings, hopes, and dreams. It connects us all in a wonderful way. I hope to visit with you again soon. 😀

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  5. That’s a great mini autobiography Daniel! Really witty and funny, something Mark Twain would have written:) I really enjoyed reading it, and the photos you chose go really well with the story line! By the way, your mom looks beautiful in that photo, such a great photo. And after everything that happened in your life you still look happy in every photo, with a spark in the eyes, keep it up!!!

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    1. Awww! Big Dragon hugs and thank you, Natasha. I like Mark Twain’s humor and certainly appreciate the reference to him. And thank you for the compliment to my mother. She was only 16 when my brother was born and 19 in the picture with me, her little dragon. She was perfect in my eyes and I loved her dearly. She was strict and she believed her children should do the right things the right way at the right time. She was never wrong in her effort to raise me. Of course, I thought it was mean not to let me eat a whole bag of chocolate chip cookies without sharing. So there were those moments when her iron will won the day against my very strong desire otherwise. And you are very intuitive to notice that it is true, my light dimmed but never went out. My head elves have learned to carry a flashlight. 😂. And thank you also for inspiring me to do it. I wasn’t at all sure that as soon as I lifted the veil that everyone would not scream and run away. 😳🐉🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻

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                    1. Oh, thank you, Natasha! That means a lot since Dragon Stories have become popular with Game of Thrones bringing the subject to light. I wondered if the title wouldn’t get lost in all that Dragon mayhem. Of course, my Dragons are a bit different. 😉

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