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A Short Story and NaNoWriMo

Hello friends!  I’ve written a short story just for you!  I wanted to let y’all know that I am still alive and to also tell you that I’ve decided to take on the unthinkable.  NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month and is happening this month.  Authors and writers from all over the globe are participating in this writing challenge; that is to write a 50,000 word novel all during the month of November.  So I finished up this short story today so that you all could read, hopefully enjoy and whet your appetite for the novel I am trying to have written by the end of this month.  I don’t know what that will be, but I do know that I’ve put much of the work that has been piling up on me, behind me now and I am free to devote myself to the challenge of NaNoWriMo!  I hope you enjoy “The Shaft”.  If it makes you want to read more of my work, you cand find me at these links:  

 

“Rescue of the Heart” by Joel Wilson http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008F050GG

 https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/275461

 

“The Thorium Endeavor” by Joel Wilson    http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BIOFKJI

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/288612  

 

 

The Shaft

(A Short Story)

By

Joel Wilson

Copyright © 2013

 

Mt. Sneffels is located in southwest Colorado, near the town of Ouray.  It is one of the most photographed mountains in the state.  Though not the highest peak in Colorado, it is among the twenty seven Fourteeners.  Sneffels is a popular spot for tourists who want to travel through these Swiss Alps–like mountains and enjoy the scenery or to visit the quaint little mountain town of Ouray.

It was on such a trip that Ethan noticed something he could not explain.  His curiosity was peaked and he studied the spot with the help of the three hundred millimeter zoom lens that was mounted to the body of his Pentax digital camera and supported by the tripod that Ethan had brought along to help insure the stability of his camera.  The wind was blowing strongly near the top of the ridge that stood across from Mt. Sneffels and Ethan was glad he had brought the tripod.

From the point where he was standing he was able to find great scenery in all directions.  Ethan though, was not there just to take pictures.  His purpose was to recreate the quality photographs of the West that were taken by the great Ansel Adams.  Ethan had been scouring the side of Mt. Sneffels searching for a bear, a mountain lion, big horned sheep, buffalo, and any animal that you don’t normally see in downtown Detroit.

As he searched the side of the mountain, he noticed a rock formation.  At first, he thought this to be evidence of a rock slide.  As he searched further down the mountain, he saw a massive pile of boulder’s and rocks resting on the bank of Sneffels Creek.  These were most likely the biggest part of the slide.  He wondered, while looking at the smaller pile, what had caused these boulders to rest where they did and not travel to the bottom of the mountain with the rest of them.

Just by looking through his camera and lens, he could not find an answer.  He returned to the hotel in Ouray where he had booked a room; a haven where he could go to relax after a hard day of roaming the countryside of the Northern San Juan Mountains.  He had enjoyed a steak dinner at a restaurant in town and returned to his room to study the digital photo’s he had taken during the day.

He had taken several shots of the rock slides and when he came across these photos’s he found himself immersed in the mystery of the rock slide.  Ethan had questions that could not be answered given the information that was currently available to him.  He knew that the only way he would solve this was to go there himself.

Ethan turned on the TV and lay in the bed, hoping to fall asleep.  This was his normal routine when he was at home and it always worked fine.  Tonight, though, he could not rest.  Too much was on his mind and it all concerned that pile of rocks he had seen half-way up on Mt. Sneffels.

As he wrestled to find a comfortable position, his mind kept showing him the pictures he had taken of the rocks.  His brain continued to wander until it latched onto a story which Ethan had read a week ago and was the inspiration for taking this trip.

The story told of the Lost Crazy Swede Mine.  His name was Gus Lindstrom, a Swede who had gotten lost in a blizzard during the winter of 1906.  He happened upon a rocky ledge that stuck out enough to protect him from the storm.  It was here that he got lucky.  He had stumbled upon calaverite; silver.  He filled his knapsack with it and carried it down the mountain to have it assayed.

The blizzard continued and his landmarks were covered up.  He tried and tried but could never find the place where he had gotten lucky. Gus had lost his mind trying to relocate the rocky ledge and was admitted to the state hospital in Pueblo, Colorado in 1909.

That location, to this day, has not been found.  Ethan didn’t sleep at all that night.  He kept thinking that this might be his lucky day and morning could not come sooner.

A ray of light parted the curtains draping his window and shone softly over his face.  It was early morning and the sun was still climbing the other side of the mountain that stood between it the town in the valley below.

Ethan knew it was time to get moving and he rolled to his side that faced the mountain.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, he examined the huge rocky surface outside the window.  “This face of the mountain reminds me of the one on Mt. Sneffels,” he said to himself.

There were trails leading most of the way up the mountain formed by people who had ventured up it over the years.  Above the tree line, however, the trails ended and anyone who would dare to reach the summit would have to climb the rest of the way.

During the excitement of it all, Ethan had noticed that the smaller rock pile on Sneffels was above the tree line.  He knew that he would have to climb over many boulders to get to the spot.

Ethan was an amateur climber.  Most of his experience was in hiking up pre-existing trails, usually with the aid of a walking stick.  Today would be no different, he imagined, and he got dressed, brushed his teeth and headed for the restaurant where had eaten the night before, to fill up on breakfast.

After he had eaten, Ethan was eager to get started.  He drove along the forest road as far as he could and parked his Land Rover in a small open area that looked like it was created for people to park their cars.  Leaving his vehicle, he walked along the Blue Lakes Trail for a few miles and came upon another trail that looked to travel up the mountain diagonally.

The trail allowed him to travel up an easier incline and at one point turned sharply to lead you on up, but in the other direction.  Ethan continued his trek up the mountainside.

Following the trail led him back and forth but always upward.  At one of the turning points, Ethan stopped his ascent to study what appeared to be something out of the ordinary.  The point at which the trail turned to go the other direction did so because of what Ethan had seen there.

Sitting on a rock that was beside the trail, at the turn, Ethan saw an area about thirty yards across and led all the way down to the creek at the base of the mountain.  What he found so interesting was that the trees, all the way down were much smaller and less thick than the other trees that were in that area.

By looking through his camera lens, he saw at the bottom a large pile of boulders and rocks.  Ethan then looked up and saw another, smaller pile of boulders about a hundred yards up.

Stuffing his camera back into its bag for protection, he decided to leave the trail and work his way, the remainder of the journey, upward to study the rock pile that had caught his attention and was the purpose of this climb.

He had brought a long rope that was in the backpack which he wore.  The rope was tied to a grappling hook.  He thought that it might come in handy and as it turned out, he was right.  Ethan removed the backpack and withdrew the rope and hook.

Going up this part of the mountain was much steeper than following the already established trail, but getting to his destination would be faster this way and besides, he couldn’t be certain that the trail even went there.  So he took the rope, made room for a little slack between him and the hook and swung it around.  Letting go of the rope while guiding it on its flight, the hook sailed up the side of the mountain and wrapped itself around a tree.  Finding it to be secure, he again put on the backpack and with the help of the rope, began climbing upward.  He repeated the tossing upward of the rope five times in all and within an hour had arrived beside the pile of rocks.

Sitting on the side of the mountain and supported by a warped tree that served him as a bench, Ethan removed the crushable wool fedora, because it made him feel like a certain archaeologist, and rested it on the ground beside him.  While catching his breath, Ethan wiped the sweat from his brow with the rag which hung out from his back pocket.

He stared at the pile of rocks before him and looking upward, saw a place from where, he imagined, they must have fallen.

Ethan was thankful that he had planned this trip for early August instead of the fall.  Though it was a hot day on the plains of Colorado, the temperature at 10,000 feet were in the upper sixties; it wasn’t hot, but it was still warm enough to work up a sweat if one were exerting himself.

A strong gust of wind blasted its way around the mountainside and Ethan had to hold onto the bent tree to keep from falling down the mountainside.  Thankfully, it was only a gust of wind and not a wind storm, but it was enough to convince him that he needed to secure himself better.

Looking at the rope and following its climb up the mountain he saw that the grappling hook was secured to another larger pine about twenty feet above and to the right side of the pile.  He allowed for some slack in the rope so that he could move around, fashioned a loop about three feet wide and secured it with a slip knot.  The rope would serve as a safety harness to save him if something happened and cause him to fall.  He slipped inside the loop and drew it a little tighter around his waist.

Feeling secure, he decided to climb around the rock pile and examine it.  Near the top of the pile the rocks were smaller and he figured that they would be more manageable, so he moved in closer, bracing himself with his feet resting on a large boulder.

The topmost stone was directly in front of Ethan’s face and about the same size.  He grabbed hold, using both hands and relocated the stone upward and to the left so that it could rest against another stone.  He repeated this with a few other such stones.  Just as he was removing one more, he felt a slight breeze coming from behind the rock.

The breeze caught his attention and made him stop for a moment, considering what it was that he just experienced.  Did he really feel that or was his imagination beginning to play tricks on him.  “Wind can’t emanate from the side of a mountain”, he whispered aloud and to himself.  He dismissed it as being his imagination.

The stones were getting larger and heavier, so he only removed a few more.  On the last rock, he felt a bit of resistance to his attempt to remove it.  Ethan struggled with it but finally won the battle.  As he pulled the rock from its resting place, he felt the wind again.  It was as though the mountain had exhaled in his face.  The air was musty and had a smidgen of stench to it as well.

At first, he turned his head away as though he could run from the smell, but running away was not the purpose of his coming there.  He decided to man-up and face it head-on.

The late afternoon sun was lighting up the upper half of the mountain and was casting a ray of light through the hole which had been made by the efforts of Ethan moving the rocks.  He looked into the backpack sized hole and was able to see beyond the rock pile.

The excitement rose in his chest, his heart beating faster and it seemed that his imagination had taken on a new life.  Behind the rocks was a cave and his thoughts turned toward discovering lost treasure.  Eager to see what lay hidden inside, Ethan crawled head first inside the hole.  He was stopped in the cave entrance and atop the stones because the rope that was around his waist had run out of slack.  Scooting backwards, he released the tension of the slip knot and slithered out of the self-made harness and continued crawling over the rocks until he was inside the cave.

He rose to his feet and looked around but the ray of light seemed to run out of luminosity before the cave ended.  Ethan removed his backpack and withdrew the flashlight that he had packed inside.  He pressed the switch with his thumb and cast the light down the cave as though he were fishing.  Following the beam of light, he ventured further into the cave and around a few corners.

It wasn’t until he rounded the second corner, about fifty yards inside the cave that he saw it.  He shone the light along the ceiling, wall and floor of the cave in order to investigate as best as he could.  Just as he was sweeping the beam of light across the wall to his left, a sudden flash was reflected back to him, causing him to turn his head quickly to protect his eyes.  Ethan shook his head in an effort to shake the sudden brightness of the flash from his pupils.

He swept the area which had produced the flash and there it was again.  Stepping to the side so that the reflection did not again invade his eyes, he stared at the cause of the reflection, not believing what he had found.  The reflective surface escaped the confines of the ring of light which had been cast on the wall by the flashlight.  Following the reflective surface, He traced the vein downward and to his left and passing behind him along the floor of the cave.

Ethan was shaking from the excitement.  He already knew the answer, but he tried to convince himself by performing the math out longhand with his finger in the dirt that dusted the ground.  He knew that silver had been trading for somewhere over twenty dollars and ounce.  Looking back at this discovery, he was sure that he could get at least ten pounds of it and without a whole lot of effort.  “Let’s see,” he spoke to the vein before him.  “How many ounces are in ten pounds?”

He performed this calculation in the dirt and came up with one hundred and sixty ounces.  Then he multiplied that by twenty and found that the value would be three thousand three hundred sixty dollars.  His mind raced as he covered the dirt floor with his calculations until he found that he could not complete the equation because he was never very good at math.  He knew, though, by just looking at this vein of silver with its length and width, that there was probably enough to make himself become a millionaire.

Ethan looked at his watch and saw that it was becoming early evening and knew that the sun had dropped below the horizon.  It would not be safe for him to travel back down the mountain just so that he could sleep in that hotel bed.  He was too excited to eat, too, and decided to stay where he was and work through the night.  In his backpack there extra batteries and beef jerky and a bottle of water.  He was determined to make it last through the night.  There was also a three pound hammer in the backpack and he removed it along with the chisel that he had carried up the mountain to have in such a case as this.

Too excited to sleep, he spent most of the night beating chunks of silver out of the wall and floor.  He had built a pretty good pile which he figured must have weighed somewhere around fifty pounds or sixteen thousand dollars, by his way of thinking.

Ethan took a short break to eat some jerky and drink water.  He then returned to his new found life of prospecting and dug more silver from the wall.

His eyes were getting heavy and fatigue was setting in as he slumped to the ground, sitting on his left hip and resting his head against the wall of the cave.  It was here that sleep had overtaken him and he rested in this position through the remainder of the night.

Sometime in the wee morning hours, Ethan awoke while clutching his chest.  Sharp pains were shooting down his left arm and he knew that he was having a heart attack.  His heart felt as if it was going to explode, and he lay on his back along the dirty floor.  Rolling his head to the left he cast his eyes on the silver which he had piled up and thought “All my troubles were gonna be over.”  His body jerked and he exhaled one last breath as his soul left his body.

Ethan died after having found the treasure of the Lost Crazy Swede Mine.  No one knew where he had gone or what he had been up to.  He had no immediate family to miss him.

Two years later a man and his wife were climbing the mountain and happened upon the pile of rocks, noticing the hole near the top of the pile.  Together they climbed the rocks to the top.  Once there, they looked through the hole that had been made a couple of years earlier by Ethan.  Shining their flashlight into the hole, they could not see anything.  Ethan had made his discovery around the corner, not visible from the mouth of the cave.

 

The man and his wife decided to continue their climb up this Fourteener and, so, left the cave behind.  No one has ever found the mine which led one man to lose his mind and another to lose his life.

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Look Me in the Eyes…Now Do as I Say!

For those of you who do not know,  my wife is the bread winner in this house because I am on disability because of a stroke I had and at which time they discovered that I have Multiple Sclerosis.  So I am a house husband now that writes when I feel like I can maintain a thought.  Therefore, it falls on me to keep the house presentable.

 

I’ve struggled a bit lately with the being able to maintain a thought, that is long enough to write it down, and have not been as attentive to the blog or my next novel.  I am having a bit more trouble with this story than I have before because of the subject matter I have taken on.  I am still searching for an audience and so far I have written an action packed love story, Rescue of the Heart, and a spy novel, The Thorium Endeavor. Neither of which seem to be flying off the shelves, so I thought that this time I would try something with a serial killer.  The working title is Holding Her and is still very early in the developmental stage.  It will be a while before this is ready for public consumption, but don’t forget about it.  

 

In the meantime, let me just mention that if you have not yet read either Rescue of the Heart or  The Thorium Endeavor, both written be me, Joel Wilson, please do.  Both are available as an ebook for Kindle or in print at Amazon.com.  It is also available for the Nook at Barnes&Noble.com.

 

 

I am looking forward to this summer and all it will bring.  The first thing it will bring is my wife’s retirement from teaching with the Denver Public Schools.  Sitting still is going to be a big adjustment for her, but I am here to help her adjust.

 

The second thing coming my way this summer is my children and their families are coming for a visit.  It will be an all at once attack and I am anxious to see them all.  It’s been years.

 

After that, my wife and I may take a driving vacation to see different parts of this country.  If that happens, I’ll let you know where we will be and when.  I would love to meet you all.

 

Until then, I hope you enjoy your summer!  Keep checking back for new posts and updates.

Superhero Dilemna’s

Good Friday, everybody!  The weekend is just hours away, so start wearing your weekend fun time faces now.  It has been a long grueling, unrewarding week for many of you, maybe all of you, but I hope not.  I truly hope that you’ve all had a good week.  If you are one of the many whose week has been awesome, then do as I do.  Put your right foot in, put your right foot out, put your right foot in and shake it all about.  Do the hokey pokey and turn yourself around.

What did you ask, Sharon?  The answer is no, you don’t need to be naked to do this.  It is truly optional.  Just because I do the hokey pokey au naturel  doesn’t make it a requirement for all of you.  If you would rather not look while I shake it all about  that’s just fine.  Do what you want.  After all, that’s what it’s all about!

So, this thought came to me just as I was crawling into bed last night.  It seemed so funny to me that I couldn’t forget about it all night and today I am sharing it with you fine people.  I often like to say something that is either funny or just weird to my wife, before I lay down, to help her forget about the pressures she has endured during the day.  I had this thought but didn’t share it with her because I knew it would possibly require a lengthy conversation and that would tend to spoil the joke if it were told late at night when her funny bone may already be asleep.

Sometimes I pretend to be a well-known superhero, like Superman, and I’ll say something like “If you wake during the night and find me not here beside you, it will be because I am battling Lex Luther and his minions somewhere in the stratosphere.”

So last night, I was trying to come up with something to say and the thought of the bat-signal came to mind.  And what would be funny about that?  Then I thought, if batman is asleep how can the bat-signal wake him to save Gotham City?  So, I considered something audible, like the screeching sound of a bat itself,  that would accompany the flashing of the bat-signal and continue until batman is in the Bat-mobile   That would work, I thought.

Then it came to me!  This can be a topic for discussion.  What happens when the bat-signal is flashing and the screeching sound of the bat that accompanies it is screeching into the night for everyone to try to hide from, and Batman is sitting, constipated on the toilet?  Or worse, having a bout with diarhea?  Would Batman be able to arrive in time to save the day?   Would he be able to put what he is doing on hold so that he could don his Batman attire and race off into the night in the Bat-mobile to fight the Penquin?  Or would the bat-toilet take flight with Batman aboard and when it gets above the evil doers, would it incorporate the power of the bat-flush to subdue them?  Would Robin clean up the mess?  Is that even in his job description?   And if he knew this before hand, why did he takes this job?  Is Robin really into this kind of kinky shit?

Better yet, and this would surely apply if Batman were constipated, while he fights the Penquin, Catwoman, The Joker, etc. and all their henchmen, would he be able to utilize his new weapon which was developed just for situations like this, the Bat-fart, to subdue these criminals?  And what would that do to the air quality of Gotham City?  How would that effect their tourism industry?

I tend to believe that such a weapon would surely give Batman the upper hand.  Robin, not so much.  Tourism?  Why would anyone in their right minds want to visit Gotham City?

This Reeaally Chaps My Hide!

Hi there to all my superfans!  I hope you are having a great day and really enjoying this week, cause it is awesome!


I say that, all the while knowing that my elected leaders are not leading us down the wrong path; they are just not leading us, period.  Most likely, that bunch of miscreants will not avoid the sequester and on March 1 we will all have to learn Chinese.  Why is that going to happen, you ask?  Well Charlie, Lucy, Patti and Linus, it will happen because we educated the wrong people.  


It is not likely that any of our politicians paid their own way through college.  I’m sure that at least some, if not all of them, received a grant or were given scholarships at our expense just so that they would one day get elected to office under the guise that they really cared about us; the people who paid for that education, voted for them to get into said office and make the world a better place to live. (Deep breath!)


That is all well and good except for one thing;  they don’t give a f@#$ about us or this country or anything except for themselves and they are doing a good enough job at it, so much so that if they were working for anyone else in the whole world they would be fired!  


There should be an amendment to the constitution that allows us, the people to do just that if any of our elected officials are not performing duties as they should.  There should be a quarterly court of justice where they should have to give an accounting of what they’ve done and why they did or did not do something. That quarterly court of justice should be populated with 12 people from their own constituency; 4 people from lower tax brackets (including the homeless), 4 people from the middle class tax brackets and 4 from the filthy, greedy rich.  Each person will have the same amount of influence.  None will be able to override anothers vote.  No one will have more influence than anyone else.  After the quarterly court of justice has met with the politician, they will meet amongst themselves, discuss and then vote between them as to whether to allow said politician to remain in office.  Their decision would be final.  If the politician is ousted  he/she will have 3 days to vacate the office or be arrested for trespassing.


The time for the little people to rise up and show their numbers is well overdue.  We have been, for far too long, bending over to take it from the wealthy and those in a position of public trust.  This country was founded by the little people and its time we take it back.  


If this group of leaders can’t get their $h!# together and do their jobs, then I say we throw them all out on their ears, accompanied by a good swift kick in the ass.


Do I sound angry?  You’re damn right I am angry!  You should be too.  We’ve stupidly elected a whole bunch of self involved idiots.  


This should be the last straw.  Are you hearing me in Washington, D.C.?   Are you hearing any of us?


I try not to get involved in politics, but this reeaally chaps my hide!

I’ve Done All That I Can

Welcome, my friends!  Today is Wednesday, February 20, 2013 and I have done all that I can to get the new novel, The Thorium Endeavor by Joel Wilson (ME!) out there and available for you all to enjoy.  

 

The book may be ready sometime tonight but I can’t guarantee it.  Amazon, Createspace and Barnes & Noble are at the controls now and I am just waiting on them to do their thing.  If it isn’t ready tonight, it will be tomorrow and I will post the various links on my blogsites and websites as soon as I receive them.  I will also announce the release of The Thorium Endeavor on social websites like Facebook, Twitter, Google+,Chimein, Tumblr and Pinterest then too.  I will list if with Smashwords in the next few days as well. That may turn into a full days work for me, but I will survive and The Thorium Endeavor will be available on Smashwords too.

 

I know that many of you have told me that you are anxiously waiting for it become available and it will be in just a few short breath’s.  Thank you for your encouragement and your patience.  It is my hope that this book will be a big hit and I am certain that with the help of my faithful followers it will.  

 

Please, help me to get the word out to the rest of the web?  I do appreciate each of you very much.  Without you, I would have nothing to write.

I Need a Little More Time

Hi Friends!  
 
Well, I didn’t make my deadline.  I surely thought I had, though.  I completed the “final edit” this past Thursday evening.  I felt great!  A great weight was lifted off of my chest.  So, I committed to Friday to design the cover.  It shouldn’t take but maybe a few hours.  
This was my first attempt to design one on my own.  I studied up by reading advice online and trying different software and programs, but I had problems with each one.  I spent the first couple of hours perusing stock photo’s for my cover image.  I finally found the perfect one, but I was having trouble putting the title and such on the picture.  I finally got it though, after I had downloaded Paint.net.  
I found this FREE program so much easier to use and I finished the cover around 8 p.m.  I was exhausted and disgusted with myself because it took me 14 hours of hard work to finally produce my cover.  I went to bed.  
I woke up on Saturday and decided to read my story one more time, just so that I could read it without the pressure of meeting a deadline.  While I was reading the first paragraph, I thought of a better way to say what I had already written in the first sentence of the book.  I made that correction and continued to read. 
Then I read another one that could have been better written and I changed that too.  I kept reading and as I progressed I noticed some punctuation errors.  How could I have missed all of this?  I can’t explain it, but I did miss all of it on the “final edit.”  
So, now I am up to chapter 7.  I am going through the book and reading it more intently this time.  I must have been speed reading during the “final edit” and that is why I missed so much detail.  I guess my “final edit” was really my “semi-final edit.”  
So, the cover is completed and I am going through this FINAL EDIT (caps to show that I really mean it) and I hope to have it readily available for you as an eBook on Wednesday, February 20.  The print version usually takes a little longer to produce, so it may be a couple of weeks before you can get the paperback.  I will let you know when that is available.  
I am so sorry that I didn’t have it ready for your enjoyment today, but I really tried.  I am very close now, though.  I hope you will not forget me.  
Please look for it first on Amazon.com.  I will post a link to it’s webpage as soon as Amazon has it ready.  You can look for it soon on Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and Kobo.  
Thank you for putting up with me.  I hope you all have a great day.

Thanks for Letting Me Vent

Maybe it’s the pressure of the deadline that I set for myself.  A few years back, I suffered a minor stroke that was due to the stress of my job as an IT professional.   My deadline is approaching like a speeding bullet train and even though I have time to get the work completed, I am feeling the stress that comes with dealing with deadlines.  DEADLINES! BOO! HISS! It will be okay.  It’s just that I am feeling it more this week.

So, I was working on the final edit of the last 4 chapters of The Thorium Endeavor, and focusing on the task at hand was, again, a daunting ordeal.  But I have to do this.  I haven’t taken my morning medicines yet, so I’ll do it now.  Be right back.

Okay, I’m back.  As I was saying, I am working on the final edit of the last 4 chapters of The Thorium Endeavor.  My deadline to have it available for all of you is this Sunday, February 17.  I still think that I can make it but stress is something that I don’t handle well.  Will it be okay with you folks if I use you as a sounding board?  To vent when I need too?  I hope your answer is yes.

I need to try editing again.  I do all my own editing with the help of some good editing software.  I go over my work many times before I unleash it on the public, making needed corrections and improvements as I go.  This final edit, for The Thorium Endeavor will be the 17th edit and it is now a much, much better story than when it began.

I’m going to try it again, now.  I’ll be back when I’ve finished editing a few more chapters.

I’m back again!  During my absence I received a phone call from my 80 year old mama back in Arkansas.  I had given her a copy of my first novel, Rescue of the Heart and she just wante to let me know that she had just finished reading it and she thought it was so good that I need to write another one.  So, I hope you are paying attention to her and take her advice and get a copy and read it.  If you have yet to do this, you are missing out.  (You can get it at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords and Kobo)

Well, talking to my mom must have done me good because afterwards I finished the final edit of The Thorium Endeavor!   It feels so good to have that behind me now.  Tomorrow, I will work on the book cover and then publish it.

Telling you all of this has been a real help to me.  Thank you for being there and for putting up with me.  Now, go and buy your copy of Rescue of the Heart!   And be on the lookout for the soon to be published, any day now, The Thorium Endeavor!

The Mind Doth Wander

Happy Monday to you all!  I know that many of you have been regretting this day’s coming, but it’s here and the best you can do with it is to put a smile on your face and bend over and take it.  Go ahead.  It’s coming anyway so you might as well get it over with.  The sooner you do it, the sooner better times will come.

Let’s see……I have less than a week, according to my schedule to complete my newest novel.  Up to this point, I have been calling it The Thorium Endeavor, but I am considering changng the name just in time for publication.  My goal date to have it availble for everyone to read is this coming Sunday, February 17, 2013.  I’ll keep you all informed as to the acutal title, but for now, just get ready for The Thorium Endeavor.

This book is full of action and adventure.  The story is based on the life of the worlds most dangerous spy, Agent 355.  Be prepared to be thrilled at her encounters with the worlds most deadly terrorists.  That’s correct, I said she.  This story is about a heroine in the not too distant future.  She is unlike any heroine we have seen up to now.

Like I said in the title of this blog, my mind doth wander today.  MS is playing with my mind today and it is difficult for me to keep focused, so I’m going to keep this short.

I will update this blog later in the week.

Our Prayers Go Out to the Victims and Their Families

To those of you who might be concerned,  My wife and I are alright.  Thank God that we are getting old.  We are both only in our 50’s but we are old enough to know to go to bed at night rather than go to a midnight showing of any movie.  

 

It is an awful, terrible and tragic event that took place in a theater that is across town from us.  My heart and prayers go out to those who were affected by this stupid act of cowardice.  In a case such as this, it is too bad that Colorado does not have a death penalty.  Life without parole will be like a reward for this……. I can think of no words that are low enough to adequately describe this asshole.  He is not a man.

 

I’m saddened by this and all such tragedies that happen in this country and around the world.  How do such people slip through the cracks and go unnoticed until something like this happens?  It is indeed a sad, sunken world that we live in.  Lord Jesus, please come.

 

As I said, we so far only know one person that was there , but thank God she is alright.  My wife and I are thankful that she is okay.  

 

We have viewed several movies in that theater and I like it.  But several years ago a new theater was built in Denver that we now go to almost religiously.  Still, we are too old to be going to midnight showings of any movie.  

 

I want to thank all of you who took advantage of the free ebook offering on Amazon.com this past Tuesday and Wednesday.  I found it very exciting keeping up with the number of you who downloaded it.  Don’t worry, I don’t know who got it by name or address.  I only know the number of downloads.

 

I am proud to say that over the 2 days,  I reached as high as number 20 on Kindle free ebooks.  The number of you who took advantage of this is 558!  WOO HOO!!  Thank you so much.  I hope you all read it and I hope you like it.  If you do, I would appreciate a nice review posted on the books landing page at Amazon.com @ http://www.amazon.com/Rescue-of-the-Heart-ebook/dp/B008F050GG

 

Thank you so much for making this giveaway a huge success!  Currently, I am working on my next novel which will be in the genre of espionage.  Keep checking back and I will keep you informed as to its progress.

 

Again, please pray for all who were affected by this most heinous crime in Denver last night.

 

Thank you also, for giving me your support.