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Hello. For those of you with at least a little interest in history, I offer this link: https://www.history.com/news/memorial-day-civil-war-slavery-charleston
It’s a bit of history relevant to Memorial Day that you may not have encountered. I hadn’t. On the ESPN show “Around the Horn,” participant Kevin Blackistone mentioned it, so I looked it up.
As for Lying Swords, the writing goes slowly. I cogitate for a day or three on how to move a scene forward, or to go to the next one, then I spend an hour or two writing it, and then another day or two to think about the next one.
On the reading front, I’ve finished Patterson and I’m back to Dean Koonz with his book The Good Guy. Part of the front cover is a post-it note that says “Kill me instead.”
The book starts with an interesting premise. The protagonist, Tim Carrier, a tall man and a very good bricklayer, is sitting in his usual place at the far end of his favorite bar. A man sits down next to him and asks, “You’re him, right?” or something like that. For some reason Tim responds, “Who else would I be?” Then the man gives him a large manilla envelope and says, “Here’s ten thousand now, another ten when she’s gone.” And the guy leaves. A little later another man shows up, clearly the man the first one expected to meet. Tim tells him he’s changed his mind, and gives him the ten thousand to not kill her. But there was a picture of the intended victim in the envelope, along with a name and address, and Tim does not give that to the second man.
The man leaves and Tim goes to the door to see the man’s car and get the license number. The would-be killer puts a red bubble light on the top of his car, like a non-uniformed cop would have, and drives away.
The tension builds from there.
It’s a good story so far, but, as I’ve mentioned before, sometimes Koonz gets a little too taken with the brilliance of his own descriptive abilities.
Next week two of our grandchildren will be here for the summer. I’m hoping I can get my grandson to climb under the sinks and perform some long over-due plumbing, with a little supervision from me. There are indications that may not work, but I can hope. I just replaced our garbage disposal and that nearly put me in the hospital. Getting old and un-limber is no fun, but better than the alternative. The flight from Utah should be an adventure, as he has never flown before, and they’ll have a several-hour lay-over on the way.
Short post today, but there’s nothing going on. One observation, though: I’ve come to the conclusion that if I was to read all the blogs and comments and newsletters made for writers, and took part in all the on-line classes and discussions, and did everything available to further my abilities as a writer, I’d have no time to write.
Good day to you all, and remember, any day can be a day of remembrance and memorial for those died in the defense of our nation.
Hello. For those of you with at least a little interest in history, I offer this link: https://www.history.com/news/memorial-day-civil-war-slavery-charleston
It’s a bit of history relevant to Memorial Day that you may not have encountered. I hadn’t. On the ESPN show “Around the Horn,” participant Kevin Blackistone mentioned it, so I looked it up.
As for Lying Swords, the writing goes slowly. I cogitate for a day or three on how to move a scene forward, or to go to the next one, then I spend an hour or two writing it, and then another day or two to think about the next one.
On the reading front, I’ve finished Patterson and I’m back to Dean Koonz with his book The Good Guy. Part of the front cover is a post-it note that says “Kill me instead.”
The book starts with an interesting premise. The protagonist, Tim Carrier, a tall man and a very good bricklayer, is sitting in his usual place at the far end of his favorite bar. A man sits down next to him and asks, “You’re him, right?” or something like that. For some reason Tim responds, “Who else would I be?” Then the man gives him a large manilla envelope and says, “Here’s ten thousand now, another ten when she’s gone.” And the guy leaves. A little later another man shows up, clearly the man the first one expected to meet. Tim tells him he’s changed his mind, and gives him the ten thousand to not kill her. But there was a picture of the intended victim in the envelope, along with a name and address, and Tim does not give that to the second man.
The man leaves and Tim goes to the door to see the man’s car and get the license number. The would-be killer puts a red bubble light on the top of his car, like a non-uniformed cop would have, and drives away.
The tension builds from there.
It’s a good story so far, but, as I’ve mentioned before, sometimes Koonz gets a little too taken with the brilliance of his own descriptive abilities.
Next week two of our grandchildren will be here for the summer. I’m hoping I can get my grandson to climb under the sinks and perform some long over-due plumbing, with a little supervision from me. There are indications that may not work, but I can hope. I just replaced our garbage disposal and that nearly put me in the hospital. Getting old and un-limber is no fun, but better than the alternative. The flight from Utah should be an adventure, as he has never flown before, and they’ll have a several-hour lay-over on the way.
Short post today, but there’s nothing going on. One observation, though: I’ve come to the conclusion that if I was to read all the blogs and comments and newsletters made for writers, and took part in all the on-line classes and discussions, and did everything available to further my abilities as a writer, I’d have no time to write.
Good day to you all, and remember, any day can be a day of remembrance and memorial for those died in the defense of our nation.
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