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Two unrelated issues

It’s Wednesday, and I always try to post a little something. Heaven forbid you forget about me during the middle of the week. I have two unrelated topics to discuss.

One: Driving requires a certain amount of focus. To do it correctly, you have to dedicate a certain amount of brain cells to the task.

Picture the street. It’s five lanes wide. Two lanes of travel heading each direction, seperated by a left turn lane. It’s rush hour, and I’m trying to get home after a long day at work. It’s St. Patrick’s Day.

I’m in the outside lane, the one closest to the sidewalk. I approach an intersection and the light is green. There is a lady in the inside lane, and she is going way under the speed limit. I don’t know what it is about the fast lane, but that’s where all the Sunday drivers seem to park.

I decide to head through the intersection, dreaming about corned beef and Old Bushmills. Flogging Molly is playing on my satellite radio; Tobacco Island to be exact.

The lady travelling in the inside lane, decides to turn right at the intersection. (USA driving for my international fans) This means, in heavy rush hour traffic, she is going to turn across my lane of travel to make her street. Here’s the results:

My pretty red truck isn't pretty any more

The police cited her, and I get to spend my next day off dealing with body shops.

Two: Will O’ the Wisp is selling well, by my standards. The early reviews are wonderful, and I’m pretty excited about the future of this book.

I’ve sold a copy or two in places all over the world. I’m exceedingly grateful to everyone who is giving this story a chance.

At the risk of being obnoxious, remember that reviews are important to authors. Whether you pen a few lines, or simply give it a star rating, it really helps. If you’re running low on stars, you can have a few of mine. Take enough to share with all the other independent authors out there.

Go ahead, I've got plenty


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Off the Hook?

I’m writing this from the comfort of my easy chair. The house smells like corned beef, and the semi rye bread I’m baking right now. I’ve got my Pandora radio on a station I call “Dropkick Murphy’s”. Old What’s Her Face* made some Guiness brownies to have after dinner. We’re all ready. I even have a bit of Irish whiskey ready. ( the spelling has been a debate for years. The current rule is to add the ‘E’ if the country has an ‘E’ in it; thus IrEland.)

I didn’t get to the writing cabin until after 8:00. Lisa** was dressed in her lab coat with the bloody paw prints and black tights. I pinched her rump.

She snapped around and asked, “What the hell was that for?”

“Saint Patrick’s Day. You aren’t wearing green,” I said.

She made that thousand yard stare that told me she was Googling. “Well you could have told me. I’m trying to pass for human here.”

“But then I wouldn’t have gotten to pinch you.”

She ran for her room and changed. I fired up my iPad and hung a sheet over Doubt***. I didn’t need him today. I wanted to write without doubts today.

I followed my task list and helped my main character, Patty, gather her team. They had to concoct a scheme to fool her parents, and it seemed to flow.

Lisa returned in her green corset dress. She’d weaved a choker out of shamrocks, and carried in the beer horns. They strutted around the coffee table while she filled them with Smithwicks. She raised a horn and said, “Éire go Brách.”

She doesn’t need to drink, but since it’s a holiday she took part. We finished our beer break and went back to work.

I kept writing, and scared the kids a bit. They put their plan into motion, and set up the next phase of the story. School days are working out to be an annoyance for them, but a blessing for me. It helps to drag the answers out, and builds a nice tension.

When I stopped, my word count was at 57,147. This is 2991 for the day, and 4277 for the weekend. Hopefully, it’s enough to get Lorelei**** off my ass.

I think I’m going to hit my 80,000 word goal for Will ‘O the Wisp, but I’m not certain.

Now I need to get my submission ready for critique group. This is the first time I’ve shown them anything in first person, and I hope I didn’t blow it too bad.

* Old What’s Her Face is not my wife’s actual name

** Lisa is the main character in Wild Concept. It’s available on Amazon right now. She’s a robot, and helps me at the writing cabin these days.

*** Doubt is a raven. He was a gift from my Muse.

**** Lorelei is my Muse. She’s pissed over my low word count lately.


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