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Randall’s Ramblings, September 22, 2024

The weather has warmed up again the past few days. Even so, our gardener was able to do some pruning so the bushes look less shaggy than they have. There’s still more to do, but he’ll wait until it cools off again.  In the meantime, we were at a store yesterday checking out some new bushes that flower later in the year, so it’s possible two or three of them will find their way into the flower bed by the front porch.

The past few weeks we’ve also been getting some preventative check-ups and vaccinations to ensure we’re as healthy as can be. Thank goodness for medical insurance or they would have cost a bundle.

“A writer is a writer not because she writes well and easily, because she has amazing talent, because everything she does is golden. In my view a writer is a writer because even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep writing anyway.” – Junot Diaz. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on September 22nd, the fourth Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Philipp Nikodemus Frischlin, German philologist and poet; Barthold Heinrich Brockes, German poet; Philip Dormer Stanhope [Lord Chesterfield], English statesman and letter writer, responsible for introducing the Gregorian calendar; John Home, Scottish writer (Douglas); Quintin Craufurd, British author (friend of Marie Antoinette); Wilhelm Wattenbach, German historian, known for his work on the Middle Ages; Lodewijk van Deyssel, Dutch writer (A Love Affair); Asser B. Kleerekoper, Dutch journalist, translator, and politician (Second Chamber of Parliament- (SDAP), 1914-32); Arnoldus JC Krafft, Dutch theologist, historian, and geographer (Atlas of Netherlands Antilles); Frank Sullivan, American humorist (NYer Magazine); Babette Deutsch, American poet (Animal vegetable mineral); F R Boschvogel [Frans Ramon], Flemish writer (War of Worlds); Phyllis Hartnoll, English writer and editor; Dannie Abse, Welsh poet and writer; Rosamunde Pilcher, English novelist (The Shell Seekers); Fay Weldon [Franklin Birkinshaw], British feminist, novelist (Praxis; The Lives and Loves of a She-Devil), playwright, and screenwriter; Jim Keith, American conspiracy theorist and author; Diogo Mainardi, Brazilian writer and journalist; Quiara Alegría Hudes, American playwright, lyricist and producer (In the Heights, Water by the Spoonful); and Misha Green, American screen writer, director and producer (Lovecraft Country).

Any names familiar to you? There weren’t any for me this week. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

My work on Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2 is my primary focus. This week, I posted chapter thirty-four to the two online subscription writing sites I use. The story received another seven chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 525.

Here’s another snippet:

Prince Hussein sat behind the desk and pulled out an iPad from a drawer. After logging in, he checked for new emails. There was one:

Hello, brother! I will be with you in two days. I hope you are planning a good party for me.

Prince Hussein grimaced as he typed. I hope so, too. But you better start following the plan.

Someone knocked on the door.

Now what? “Come in.”

Yusuf entered. “Excuse me, Prince Hussein. I wanted to give you an update on the attendees for Prince Sami’s party.”

“Hmm.” Prince Hussein frowned. “Go ahead.”

“Many of those in the diplomatic community are afraid to attend because of your connection to the Saudi royal family. They believe their attendance will indicate approval of what Saudi Arabia is doing in Yemen.”

“As expected. Continue.”

“China, Pakistan, and Malaysia have all accepted the invitation. I expect to hear from Russia and some others soon.”

Prince Hussein nodded. “What about local dignitaries?”

“So far, only the chief of police has accepted. But I’m still waiting for word from some of the cabinet. Of course, the prime minister declined, as expected.”

“What about the entertainment?”

Yusuf grinned. “Wazir and I have secured several young people who will perform as required.”

“That should please Prince Sami.” Wish he’d get over his predilection for public orgies. “Do what is necessary to give him a pleasing show—but not too graphic.” He waved a hand in dismissal.

“As you so order, Prince Hussein.” Yusuf bowed and left the office. He walked along the corridor and joined Wazir. “Everything is going to plan. If we are fortunate, Prince Sami will be indebted to us and grant us the favor we desire.”

Wazir nodded. “To be free of the tragedies befalling Yemen would be most pleasing. However, do you think things would be better for us in Saudi Arabia?”

“No way to know for sure. But if Ansar Allah finds out we are helping Prince Hussein, they will execute us after we are flogged to within an inch of our lives.” Yusuf’s body shook. “Then our bodies will be paraded through the streets as a warning to others.”

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2024 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

Randall’s Ramblings, September 15, 2024

This week was great as our son flew in for a few days from Washington, D.C. It was his first visit since we moved into our new home. Even our cats were pleased to see him. We can’t wait for his next visit!

The weather continued its cooler trend, and is now pleasant after the high humidity and higher temperatures. Hope this continues for the next few months so I can do some weeding and other outside jobs, such as painting the garden shed.

“The secret of it all is to write… without waiting for a fit time or place.” – Walt Whitman. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on September 15th, the third Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

François VI, duc de La Rochefoucauld, French writer of maxims and memoirs; James Fenimore Cooper, 1st major American novelist (The Last of the Mohicans); Willem Josephus van Zeggelen, Dutch author; Heinrich von Treitschke, German historian and political writer; Frank Gannett, American newspaper publisher (Gannett); Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay, Indian Bengali novelist (Devdas); Robert Benchley, American humorist (My 10 Years in a Quandary); Agatha Christie, English crime writer (Murder on the Orient Express, Mousetrap); Claude McKaye, Jamaican-American author (Songs of Jamaica, Banjo); J. Slauerhoff, Dutch poet, writer and ship’s doctor (El Dorado); Gerd Gaiser, German writer (Ship in the Mountain); George Kilpatrick, Canadian-British bible scholar (University of Oxford); Richard Baerlein, British horse racing journalist (Evening Standard 1947-57, Observer 1963-95, Guardian 1968-95), and author; Adolfo Bioy Casares, Argentine writer known for “The Invention of Morel” and collaborator with Borges; Nelson Gidding, American screenwriter (The Andromeda Strain); Lucebert [Jacobus Swaanswijk], Dutch poet, painter and cartoonist (Boozz, PC Hooft prize 1967); Norman [Richard] Spinrad, American sci-fi author (Child of Fortune); Chelsea Quinn Yarbro, American sci-fi author (Hotel Transylvania);Howard Waldrop, American sci-fi author (The Ugly Chickens); Oliver Stone, American Academy Award-winning screenwriter and film director (Wall Street; Born On The Fourth of July; Platoon; JFK); Hrant Dink, Turkish-Armenian journalist and newspaper editor (Agos); Rebecca Miller, American director and writer (The Ballad of Jack and Rose); Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Nigerian writer (Half of a Yellow Sun); Sophie Dahl, English model and author; and Ingrid Bisu, Romanian-German actress and scriptwriter (Toni Erdmann).

Any names familiar to you? There were three for me this week: James Fenimore Cooper, Agatha Christie, and Oliver Stone. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

My work on Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2 is my primary focus. This week, I posted chapter thirty-three to the two online subscription writing sites I use. The story received another sixteen chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 518.

Here’s another snippet:

Prince Hussein peered through the branches of the date palms at the two young women. That Shatara is a feisty one. She would make someone a decent wife, but that would ruin my plans for her. He sipped from a glass of tea as he watched them.

“Excuse me, Prince Hussein.”

The prince turned and glanced at the young male servant.

The boy held a letter in a shaking hand. “This came for you a few minutes ago by a special rider.”

The prince took the envelope and waved a hand to dismiss the youth. What’s this? He tore open the letter.

My dear Prince Hussein,

Beware. There are eyes on you, which might make things difficult. Tread carefully so you keep below the National Security Bureau’s radar. Otherwise, you might face the same charge as Hamed Kamal Muhammad bin Haydara of being a destroyer of Islam, who was fortunate to avoid public execution.

My friends and I shall do our utmost to protect you and those around you but do not dally in your efforts to advance Saudi interests at the expense of Yemeni peace and prosperity.

A friend.

Prince Hussein tore the letter into small pieces before wadding them together and shoving it into his pocket. Who is this friend? What does he know about my real plans? He shook his head. I must convince Shatara to sign the document accusing her father of supporting Ansar Allah.

He poured the rest of his tea over the balcony and returned to his office.

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2024 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

Randall’s Ramblings, September 8, 2024

The weather continues to be a bit cooler, and is now pleasant after the high humidity and higher temperatures. Hope this continues for the next few months so I can do some weeding and other outside jobs.

“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see, and what it means. What I want and what I fear.” – Joan Didion. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on September 8th, the second Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Ludovico Ariosto, Italian poet (Orlando Furioso); François-Thomas-Marie de Baculard d’Arnaud, French sentimental writer (Les Épreuves du sentiment); August Wilhelm Schlegel, German poet, translator and critic; Clemens Brentano, German poet and author (The Story of the Just Casper and Fair Annie); N. F. S. Grundtvig, Danish writer and philosopher; Eduard Friedrich Mörike, German poet; Charles-Étienne Brasseur de Bourbourg, French writer and historian; Frederic Mistral, French Provencal poet (Nobel 1904); Wilhelm Raabe [Jakob Corvinus], German author (Der Hungerpastor); Adolfo Albertazzi, Italian writer (Amore & Amore, Top); Alfred Jarry, French writer (Ubu Roi); Siegfried Sassoon, English poet and writer (Counterattack); Nico Donkersloot, Dutch literary and writer; N. V. M. González, Filipino novelist, short story writer, and, poet; Gianni Brera, Italian sports journalist and writer; Isaac Sidney “Sid” Caesar, American comic actor and writer (Your Show of Shows); Robert W. Firestone, American clinical psychologist, and author (Fear of Intimacy); Michael Frayn, English playwright (Copenhagen); Ansen [Nancy Ann] Dibble, Dutch sci-fi author (Summerfair); Ann Beattie, American novelist and short story writer (Chilly Scenes of Winter); Lynn [Lorraine] Abbey, American sci-fi author (Black Flame); David Carr, American journalist (New York Times); Christopher Klim, American novelist (Jesus Lives in Trenton); and Jocko Willink, American Navy SEAL and author (Extreme Ownership).

Any names familiar to you? There weren’t any for me this week. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

My work on Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2 is currently underway again. this week, I posted chapter thirty-two to the two online subscription writing sites I use. The story received another five chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 502

Here’s another snippet:

Sear pulled through the arch of the Rashid property and parked underneath an awning near an ornate door. The men climbed out of the Noah, pulling out their luggage.

A young man, dressed in a traditional thobe, bowed toward Sear.” Welcome, Sayyid. I am Parvez, the caretaker and sometimes cook. Sayyid Bashari told me to expect your arrival.” Parvez smiled. “Please, follow me.” He led them inside the two-story, whitewashed building with black trim around the windows.

Sear glanced around as they entered. “Parvez, is anyone else living here right now?”

He shook his head. “With the demise of Sayyid Rashid, I am the only one. Why do you ask?”

“Just a feeling I have.” Sear smiled to alleviate any worries Parvez might have. I think he’s lying—my bullshit meter is on overdrive.

Parvez led them along a narrow corridor devoid of furnishings and fixtures into a large, well-lit divan.  Two red and white sofas and four armchairs filled most of the living room, with several round hand-carved tables and two coffee tables arranged around the seating.

Pervez gestured toward the furniture. “If you will be seated, I shall bring you black tea with mint and qahwa, Arabic coffee. I prepared some Yemeni snacks for you after Sayyid Bashari told me you were coming.”

“Just the tea and coffee, for now, Pervez.” Sear patted his stomach. “It’s not that long since Bashari fed us.”

“As you wish. They will be ready when you are hungry.” He turned and left the room.

After Parvez departed, Sear turned to Wasim and Malik. “What do you think?”

Malik rubbed his chin. “I think he is trying to be friendly, but I do not believe he is sincere and cannot be trusted.”

“I agree.” Wasim smiled. “as the RSO used to say, ‘he’s slimy.’”

Sear chuckled. “My thoughts exactly. We’ll need to keep an eye on him.”

“When we meet with Tarik, we should mention Pervez and have Tarik check him out.” Wasim pursed his lips. “We cannot be too careful.”

Sear nodded. “Agreed. I—”

Pervez returned to the divan, pushing a trolley. He set the tea and coffee service on one of the coffee tables, placing a plate of dates next to it. “I know you said you were not hungry, but in the Arab world, we say dates help to rejuvenate the body.” He turned to Sear. “What would you like to drink?”

“Coffee.” Sear studied the young man. “How long have you worked for the Rashid family?”

Pervez twisted his lips into a smile. “They took me in about three years ago. Before that, I lived with some of the homeless in the old part of the city.” He shrugged. “Without their generosity, I would have joined with Allah as so many of the poor have done.”

He served tea to the brothers. “If there is nothing further you require, I shall return to my duties.” He pointed to an old-fashioned bell on the wall, a gold-colored rope attached to it. “The Rashid family found this on one of their excursions. Pull the cord, and I shall hear it.” He turned and departed.

Wasim stood.

“Here are you going?” A look of amusement creased Sear’s face.

“I am going to wander around our new home. Perhaps, I might learn something of interest.”

Malik stood.

“I supposed you’re going to help your brother?” Sear grinned.

“No. I’m going to find a toilet.”

Both men departed, leaving Sear to his thoughts. Plenty of subterfuge going on. I think I can trust Malik and Wasim, but everyone else bears watching. He poured himself some more coffee, now almost cold.

Twenty minutes later, the brothers returned.

Sear glanced at their faces. “Learn anything?”

Wasim shook his head. “Nothing of any use, but I did overhear Pervez talking to someone on the phone. I could not make most of it out, but he did mention you by name.”

“Hmm. Time for me to wander.” Sear left the divan, wandering through the various hallways and rooms of the property. No sign of Pervez. Where did he go?

Sear turned at the sound of a voice, which seemed to come from above. Is he on the roof? If so, why? He walked along the corridor, checking the rooms. All locked. He tried the final door.

It opened to reveal a set of stairs.

Sear pulled out his pistol and climbed the stairs, one at a time, so he didn’t make any noise. When he reached the roof, he eased another door open and stepped out.

Spotting Pervez heading toward him, Sear ducked behind an air conditioning unit. After Pervez passed his hiding place, Sear stepped out behind him. “Who were you talking to?”

Parvez jumped as he shoved the phone into his pocket. “Uh. No one, Sayyid.”

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2024 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

Randall’s Ramblings, September 1, 2024

Happy Labor Day to all my American and Canadian readers. Hope you have a good weekend!

We’re still dealing with temperatures just below record highs. While we did have a thunderstorm last night, there wasn’t any rain, just the thunder.

“Keep asking questions because people will always want to know the answer. Open with a question and don’t answer it until the end.” – Lee Child. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on September 1st, the first Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Simon Fokke, Dutch book illustrator, engraver and etcher; John Nieuwenhuijzen, Dutch theologist (co-founder Foundation ‘t Nut); an Bake, Dutch linguist, literature professor, teacher, and critic; Lydia Sigourney (née Huntley), American poet and writer (How to Be Happy; Letter of Life), known as “the Sweet Singer of Hartford”; James Gordon Bennett, American newspaper publisher (New York Herald) ; Jacobus Jan Cremer, Dutch author (Overbetuwsche Novellen); Innokenty Annensky, Russian poet, critic and interpreter; Roger David Casement, Irish diplomat, nationalist (Easter uprising 1916), and poet; Henri Bourassa, French Canadian politician and publisher who opposed conscription; Ismar Elbogen, German-American rabbi and scholar (Encyclopedia Judaica); Edgar Rice Burroughs, American author (Tarzan of the Apes, Mars Saga); Blaise Cendrars [Frederic Sauser-Hall], Swiss poet and writer; Eleanor Hibbert (née Burford), British author of historical fiction, romance, and crime novels; Hubert Lampo, Flemish writer and essayist (Coming of Joachim Stiller); Willem Frederik Hermans, Dutch writer (Mandarins on Sulfuric Acid; The Darkroom of Damocles); Theo Joekes, Dutch journalist, writer, and politician (VVD); Arn Shein, American sports writer (editor The Daily Item 1949-74); Annie Ernaux (née Duchesne), French writer (Les Années (The Years); Nobel Prize in Literature, 2022); C. J. Cherryh, American sci-fi author (“Downbelow Station” “Cyteen”); Mustafa Balel, Turkish writer; Phil McGraw, American psychologist, author and TV personality (Dr. Phil, The Oprah Winfrey Show); and Timothy Zahn, American Hugo Award-winning sci-fi and fantasy author (Thrawn; Cobra Strike).

Any names familiar to you? There were two for me this week: Edgar Rice Burroughs and Phil McGraw. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Published Work

Frozen Conquest received the following five-star review from Readers’ Favorite:

Everything comes at a price. And whatever eighty-year-old Walter Brown, one of the world’s richest men and the CEO of Diablo Corporation, a privately owned company, was after had a high price. Brown anonymously gives an ultimatum to the G7 from a secure Diablo Corps location in Antarctica. They either bend to his demands or he will wreak havoc in financial markets, the banking industry, and public infrastructure in the leading economies. He even launches a few attacks to demonstrate his resources’ might and the seriousness of his demands. Bedlam, a Quick Reaction Force, is tasked with tracking the mastermind behind the threats and neutralizing them before it’s too late. Armed with subtle clues from double-dealing Diablo Corps insiders, and with the help of the Scandinavian Protection Agency, will Bedlam save the world from the looming disaster? Find out in Randall Krzak’s Frozen Conquest.

If you are looking for an espionage and military thriller, check out Randall Krzak’s Frozen Conquest. Krzak slowly unfolds the storyline, treating readers to suspense, action, thrills, plot twists, and so much more. The vivid depictions of the scenes made reading this book feel like watching a Hollywood military and espionage movie. I was hurled into a world of hackers, operatives, blackmail, money, power, greed, and cold-blood murder. Krzak aggressively brings out the cast’s emotions and complex traits, allowing me to connect with them. Brown is one of those characters who quickly wins a place in your heart as a worthy villain. Business savvy, ruthless, narcissistic, daringly diabolical, and with an arrogance only rivaled by his riches, or perhaps his uncanny ability to turn the noblest of courses into a self-serving campaign, Brown does not seem to care about who he hurts along his way to grabbing more power and wealth.

My Work In Progress

My work on Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2 is currently underway again. this week, I posted chapter thirty-one to the two online subscription writing sites I use. To date, the manuscript has received 497 chapter reviews.  In the meantime, here’s another snippet:

Bashari strode to a nearby table and lifted a set of keys before turning to Sear. “Who will be driving?”

“I will. Any problems if I add another dent or two to the Noah?” He laughed.

Bashari smiled. “If it helps you recover my daughter, you may do what you like with the vehicle.”

“As soon as we collect our belongings from the hotel, we’ll change locations.” Sear pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. “Here’s my satellite phone number. I’ll be back in touch as soon as possible.”

Bashari took the paper. “May Allah, in his infinite wisdom, guide you along the correct path.”

Sear nodded as he turned and followed the servant from the room, Malik and Wasim bringing up the rear.

Back at the vehicles, Sear toss the keys to the Hilux to Malik and unlocked the Noah’s doors. “Meet you at the hotel.”

Wasim climbed in beside Wasim. “Do you think it’s safe to move into Bashari’s brother-in-law’s home?”

“Yeah.” Sear started the engine and engaged the clutch. With a lurch, the Noah edged forward behind the Hilux. “We don’t have a choice. While Dabir seems nice enough on the surface, I’m picking something up about him I don’t like.” Sear shook his head. “I might be wrong, but I always trust my gut feelings.”

The servant waved the vehicles into the street.

Sear traced their route back to the hotel, following Malik.

They parked behind the hotel and entered through a rear door.

Dabir stood in his customary position behind the check-in counter. “Good day, Sayyid. Did you meet with Sayyid Bashari?”

“Yeah.” Sear nodded. “He’s offered us a place to stay, so we’re going to move. I’ll be spending more time with Bashari so this’ll cut down travel time.”

“I … see.” Dabir frowned. “But the hotel isn’t far away, so why not remain here?”

“Doesn’t matter—this is my choice.” Sear’s voice hardened. “I always prefer remaining in more private surroundings. Even though there aren’t many occupants in the hotel at the moment, this could change.”

“Oh, okay.” Dabir replaced his frown with a smile. “Do you require any assistance in packing?”

Sear shook his head. “No, since I didn’t bring much with me. Keep my room for me in case I change my mind.”

“Yes, Sayyid.”

Sear, Malik, and Wasim headed up the stairs and collected their meager belongings. Before he left the room, Sear threaded his belt through the holster holding the  SIG Sauer and pulled his shirttail over it. He shoved the two spare magazines into a back pocket. Picking up his bag, he headed back to reception.

Wasim and Malik hovered near the check-in desk, each holding a small duffle bag.

Sear nodded and continued toward the back door with the brothers following and Dabir traipsing along.

Sear, Wasim, and Malik climbed into the Noah, with Sear once again driving. They waved to Dabir as they departed.

A heavyset man dressed in a black thobe and wearing a white dishdasha on his head stepped out of the shadows. Wiping the perspiration from his head, he stopped by Dabir. “So, the infidel has departed. When will he return?”

Dabir turned to the man. “Salam alaikum, Badr. He is moving to a property controlled by Bashari but asked me to keep his room.”

Badr nodded. “Wa alaykum as-salam. Have you notified the others yet?”

“I shall do that now.” Dabir pulled out his cell phone and punched in a text. Infidel relocating. Will have someone keep an eye on him as he can’t get too close to the truth.

He showed the text to Badr before hitting send.

Badr grunted. “When we were with the infidel during the air attack, he never gave an indication he recognized any of us. Let us hope it remains that way.”

“Agreed.” Dabir grinned. “If he gets in the way, he will join his brethren.”

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2024 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

Randall’s Ramblings, July 28,2024

After an extensive period where I’ve haven’t posted, we’ve finally completed our exhaustive relocation from Scotland to South Carolina. It took several weeks for our belongings to make the trek via Scotland, Belgium, Germany, and London before arriving in Charleston. Once they cleared customs, a delivery date was set. While we’re still continuing to unpack, we’re well on the way to accomplishing this.

The three feline members of the family, Tommy, Alfie, and Hope, also made the journey. They flew from Edinburgh to London, before a final flight to Atlanta. Once we picked them up at the airport, they were taken to our new home.

Unlike in Scotland where the cats could roam, it’s more restrictive here. Since Tommy in particular likes to get outside, we got a quote for screening in the deck. We were shocked when we were told it would be almost $13K (just over £10K), as we expected it to be about half that amount. As a result, we decided I’d screen it in myself. Most of it was easy, but I had to build a “wall” at one end with an access door. It looks good if I do say so myself. THe cost of the necessary supplies and some tools was about $1.3K (just over £1K). Now Tommy, Alfie, and Hope have the freedom to enjoy the outdoors and are enjoying it.

“Writing is the painting of the voice.” – Voltaire. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on July 28th, the fourth and final Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Ibn al-‘Arabi, Muslim mystic and philosopher (The Meccan Revelations); Jacopo Sannazaro, Italian poet (Arcadia); Charles Lucas, British cellist composer, publisher, and educator (Principal of the Royal Academy of Music, 1859-66); Gerard Manley Hopkins, English poet (Windhover); Beatrix Potter, English children’s author and illustrator (The Tale of Peter Rabbit); Thomas P. Krag, Norwegian author and novelist (Jon Graeff, Ulf Ran); Ernst Cassirer, German philosopher and educator (Essay on Man); Karl Popper, Austrian-British philosopher (The Logic of Scientific Discovery; The Poverty of Historicism); Kenneth F. Fearing, American poet (Dead Reckoning); Malcolm Lowry, English novelist (Under the Volcano); John Ashbery, American poet (Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror); Remco Campert, Dutch writer and poet (son of Jan Campert); Natalie Babbitt, American children’s writer (Tuck Everlasting); Francis Veber, French film director and screenwriter; Arsen Dedić, Croatian singer-songwriter and poet; Robert Hughes, Australian art critic and writer (Barcelona); Jim Davis, American cartoonist and creator of the comic strips “Garfield” and “U.S. Acres”; Fahmida Riaz, Pakistani writer and feminist; Randall Wallace, American screenwriter and film producer (Braveheart); Shahyar Ghanbari, Iranian poet and singer-songwriter; and Carol Higgins Clark, American suspense novelist (Regan Reilly series).

Any names familiar to you? There were three for me this week: Beatrix Potter, Jim Davis, and Carol Higgins Clark. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

My work on Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2 is currently on hold due to the myriad non-writing things occupying my time with our move. I’ll be resuming work on chapter thirty-one this week. In the meantime, here’s anothert snippet:

The man gestured them forward along a marbled-floor corridor. He rushed ahead of them, leading Sear, Malik, and Wasim through an arch and into a living area.

A man who Sear recognized from the photos had Vincent provided stood and stepped forward. He was dressed in a long-sleeved brown shirt and a futa, the skirt in a subdued green, while a white turban adorned his head.

Abdullah Bashari stretched out his hand. “Welcome to my humble home, Sayyid Sear. It is an honor and privilege for you to be here.”

“Shukran, Sayyid Bashari. Please call me Sear, as that’s what my friends call me.” Sear shook hands.

“Thank you, Sear. Let me introduce you to my wife, Yasmin Rashid. You might find us a rather confusing couple, as we picked up numerous Western customs while living in Europe.”

A diminutive woman dressed in a yellow zina and Western jeans stood and bowed. “Welcome. I shall leave you now to your discussion.” She adjusted her orange headscarf and left the room.

Bashari gestured to the matching brown sofas. “Please have a seat.” He picked up an envelope from a hand-carved rectangular table and offered it to Sear. “These are photos of my missing daughter, Shatara.” He sat, wiping a tear away as he seemed to struggle to remain composed. “We don’t know where she is. Yasmin was with her when two men broke into the house and took her.”

Sear opened the envelope and studied the photos. “She’s a lovely young woman. Has there been any ransom demands?”

“No.” Bashari shook his head. “It’s been almost a month since they took her. There’s been no contact except one day a courier brought an envelope. It contained a photo of Shatara holding a copy of Al-Jumhuryah with a current date.”

Sear nodded. “Proof of life. When did you receive this?”

“About two weeks ago. I’ll give it to you later.”

“Can you think of anyone who has a grudge against you?” Sear rubbed his stubble. “It’s possible someone will try to use Shatara as a bargaining chip.”

“I—” Bashari stopped as the servant entered, pushing a trolley containing a tea service, a pot of coffee, a plate of dates, and several dishes holding various Yemeni delicacies.

“Shukran, Qadir. Please serve our guests.”

The old man nodded as he offered tea, coffee, fruit, and pastries to Sear, Wasim, and Malik.

The three men accepted the offerings.

Sear sipped on his strong coffee. “Excellent.” He set the cup and saucer on a table Qadir had moved forward. “You were going to say something?”

Bashari nodded. “Yes, I can’t think of anyone who would be holding something against me. However, I am outspoken about what the Houthis are doing to my country.” He snapped his fingers. “Could this be what it’s about?”

“It’s possible, but until someone contacts you with their demands, it’s difficult to know for sure.” He turned to Malik. “Do you think your friend, Tarik, might be able to help?”

Malik nodded. “If anyone can find out anything for us, it’ll be Tarik.” He stood, pulled his phone from a pocket, and went to the other end of the room.

“I’ve kept information about Shatara’s kidnapping from everyone I know.” Bashari glanced at the floor. “Do you think it’s time to spread the word?”

Sear nodded. “Yes. It’s been a long time since I served in Yemen, but I’ll see if anyone remembers me.” He turned to Wasim. “Can you do the same?”

“Of course. There might be a few people who remember when I was an investigator and be willing to help.”

“Where are you staying?” Bashari glanced at Sear.

“We’re at the Al Bilad Hotel, but I want to move elsewhere. I have a strange feeling about the clerk—almost as if he knows something but is keeping quiet.” Vincent warned me about Dabir—better to trust my instincts.

Bashari nodded. “Before my brother-in-law, Borak Rashid was killed, we had planned to suggest you stay in the Rashid ancestral home. You may still use it if you like—it’d be a way to honor his passing. It’s not far from here.”

“Yes, that’d be a great idea. Do you know where we can get another vehicle? We’re using a Toyota Hilux we borrowed from the clerk, but I’d rather use something not associated with the hotel.”

A smile spread across Bashari’s face for the first time since they arrived. “There are more Hiluxes in Yemen than any other vehicle. How about my Toyota Noah? You might have spotted it outside when you arrived.”

“Yes, that would work. Shukran. Bashari, when we drove here from the hotel, we noticed recent damage. Was it caused by last night’s aircraft attack?”

Bashari nodded. “Yes. It’s rare for the Haddah district to be attacked, but I heard several people were injured—four of them were children. Also, a number of buildings were damaged, including the Norwegian Refugee Council guesthouse.” He sighed. “Yemen used to be a quiet place to live—at least until the Houthi uprising.”

“How did it start?” Sear drained the last of his coffee and poured another cup.

“It began in 2004 and was a military rebellion, pitting Zaida Shia Houthis against the Yemeni army. As time passed, it spread throughout the country.”

Malik resumed his seat. “Tarik will do what he can to assist us. However, he’s not hopeful.” He glanced at Bashari. “Many people have disappeared since the uprising. Some have been sold into slavery.”

Bashari sucked in his breath.

Sear shook his head. “Let’s not panic at this stage. It could still be a simple kidnapping for ransom.” He turned to Bashari. “We will do our best to help you get your daughter back.”

A glimmer of a smile creased Bashari’s face. “Shukran, Sayyid—Sear. Jasmin and I would be in your debt forever if you could manage this. I shall inform the caretaker at the Rashid residence of your arrival.”

Sear finished his coffee and stood. “We’ll check out of the hotel now and go there.” Don’t know if we’ll find Shatara, but I’ll give it my best shot. Hope she hasn’t fallen afoul of human traffickers.

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2024 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

Randall’s Ramblings, May 5, 2024

Temperatures have ranged between 54F-58F/ 12-14C, with one day reaching 64F/18C. There’s been plenty of sunshine, but yesterday and so far today it’s been overcast. We were able to get the grass cut again and did some pruning, as well as taking some more stuff to the dump. Nothing exciting, but all part of the necessary chores.

The price of gasoline (petrol) remained steady £1.47, while the price of diesel dropped two pence to £1.53. However, Sterling recovered a bit against the dollar. With the current exchange rate, an equivalent gallon of gasoline remained at$6.96, while diesel dropped to $7.26, a decrease of seven cents.

“If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them.” – Henry David Thoreau. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on May 5th, the first Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Philippe Quinault, French playwright (L’amant indiscreet); Louis Christophe François Hachette, French publisher (Librairie Hachette); Jacob Kats, Flemish writer (Earthly Paradise); Eugène Marin Labiche, French playwright (The Italian Straw Hat); Karl Marx, German philosopher (Communist Manifesto, Das Kapital); Hubert Howe Bancroft, American historian, ethnologist (History of Pacific States); Henryk Sienkiewicz, Polish author (Quo Vadis, Nobel 1905); Max Elskamp, Belgian author and poet (Lesson Joies Blondes, Maya); Frederik August Stoett, Dutch linguist (Dutch Proverbs); Nellie Bly, American journalist and writer (Ten Days in a Mad House); Christopher Morley, American author (Kitty Foil); Freeman Gosden, American writer and actor (The Amos ‘n’ Andy Show, Calvin and the Colonel); James Beard, American culinary expert and author (Delights & Prejudices); Miklós Radnóti, Hungarian poet (Clouded Sky); Richard Rovere, American political journalist (Goldwater Caper); Pierre Schoendoerffer, French Academy Award-winning director and screenwriter (The Anderson Platoon); Greg [Michel Régnier], Belgian comic-book writer (Achille Talon); Rob Van Gennep, Dutch publisher; Kurtis “Kurt” Loder, American film critic, TV personality and columnist (Rolling Stone, New York, Time); and Naomi Klein, Canadian author (This Changes Everything: Capitalism vs. the Climate) and activist.

Any names familiar to you? There were two for me this week: Karl Marx and Nellie Bly. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

My work on Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2 is currently on hold due to the myriad non-writing things occupying my time.

In the meantime, I’m re-posting chapters of Temples of Abydos to the two online subscription writing sites I use. Chapter one went up yesterday, the first time since 2022.

Here’s a snippet:

Sylvia Burness lounged in a recliner in front of their wall-mounted fifty-five-inch television and flicked through the history and National Geographic channels. Not finding any programs of interest, she turned the television off. She picked up her cup of tea, weaved way through stacks of unopened boxes, and padded into the circular room off the kitchen, which they used as an office.

Now in her fortieth year, Sylvia had shoulder-length chestnut brown hair and dark brown eyes. With a flawless complexion, she never needed makeup. Her smile always lights up a room when she turns it on. Her passion for history is only overshadowed by her love of animals and her disdain for injustice.

Her husband, Charles Wilkie, sat in front of one of the two iMac twenty-seven-inch desktop computers positioned on adjacent desks. His long sandy blond hair was tied in a man-bun. Cheap reading glasses perched on his nose as he peered at the screen with his blue eyes. His once red beard was now peppered with gray.

“What are you looking at? I thought you were going to unpack some more boxes this evening.” A bemused expression creased Sylvia’s face.

“Aye. For what we paid for this apartment, our belongings should have been unpacked for us.”

Sylvia laughed. “If you hadn’t won twenty million pounds on the Lotto, we’d still be living in a three-bedroom terrace instead of overlooking the East Sands and the Old Course.”

“True.”

Sylvia sat in the empty chair at the other desk and placed her cup on a coaster. “So now that we’ve finished cataloging known Celtic sites throughout the UK, any thoughts on a new project?”

“Aye. Since I’ve been granted a year’s sabbatical from teaching medieval archaeology at St. Andrews, why don’t you request time off as well? I’m sure both the history and archaeology departments would benefit from whatever we choose to do.”

“I just wish they’d approved my Celtic program. Why should Edinburgh, Aberdeen, and the University of the Highlands and Island be the only universities doing this? After all, St. Andrews is Scotland’s oldest one.”

Charles chuckled. “Relax, Sylvia. The dean and the faculty will come around to your way of thinking and set up your program.”

She finished her tea. “I suppose you’re right. What are you considering?”

“I was wondering if we should go to Gobekli Tepe in Turkey. However, I’m still pulled toward Egypt. You know my fascination with the area. Archaeologists are still uncovering tunnels and shafts with the three-pyramid complex outside Cairo. Perhaps we could find a new one—even better, a new pharaoh.”

Sylvia hid a grin as she shook her head. “Why not a lesser-known area? I’m sure we could find one and put our stamp on it.”

“Aye. Now you’re talking! Let’s get cracking.”

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2024 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

Randall’s Ramblings, April 28, 2024

The weather continued to be cool but dry for the past week, giving me an opportunity to do some more weeding. I also managed to clean out some of the garage and haul some stuff to the local dump to dispose of. All being well, this coming week will warm up a bit as it’ll be time to cut the grass again.

The price of gasoline (petrol) and diesel remained steady £1.47 and £1.55 respectively. However, the dollar continued to climb, making things more expensive. With the current exchange rate, an equivalent gallon of gasoline increased to $6.96, an increase of eight cents, while diesel rose to $7.33, a jump of seven cents.

I found out late Thursday evening, that the results of the 2023 Chanticleer International Book Awards (CIBAs) for the Global Thrillers were announced. Needless to say, I’m thrilled to report that Ultimate Escalation was one of six novels names as 1st place, best in category.

Many congratulations to the other five winners, and especially to Ralph R. “Rick” Steinke, whose novel, Jake Fortina and the Roman Conspiracy, was selected as the category grand prize winner.

I’d also like to offer commiserations to the finalists who didn’t make it into this group. The competition was tough as it is every year, with sixteen novels named as finalists. I’d particularly like my colleague, Dave Wickenden, to try again, as his The Home Front, stopped its journey through the 2023 CIBAs as a finalist.

I’ve already submitted Frozen Conquest for the 2024 CIBAs and hope some of the other finalists will have novels ready to compete.

“The secret of it all is to write… without waiting for a fit time or place.” – Walt Whitman. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on April 28th, the fourth and final Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Charles Cotton, English poet and writer; Ezra Abbot, American Bible scholar; Karl Kraus, Austrian satirical writer; [Hooper] Sidney Toler, American theater director, playwright, stage and screen actor (Madame X; Meeting at Midnight; Charlie Chan films, 1938-46); Franz Arnold, German writer; Bruno Apitz, German writer (Nackt unter Wölfen); Kenneth Horne, British writer and playwright (Fools Rush In; The Coming-Out Party); Johan Borgen, Norwegian author (Lillelord); Pierre Boileau, French novelist (Vertigo); Sam Merwin, Jr., American mystery fiction writer; Lee Falk, American comic strip writer (The Phantom); Joop Waasdorp, Dutch writer (Naked Life); Robert Anderson, American writer (Tea & Sympathy, I Never Sang for My Father); Alistair MacLean, Scottish novelist (The Guns of Navarone); William Guarnere, American WWII veteran and author, portrayed in the HBO miniseries Band of Brothers; Harper Lee, American author (To Kill a Mockingbird); Lois Duncan, American young adult novelist (I Know What You Did Last Summer); Iryna Zhylenko, Ukrainian poet (An Evening Party in an Old Winery); Terry Pratchett, English author of fantasy novels (Discworld); Roberto Bolaño, Chilean author and poet (2666); Nicky Gumbel, British author and priest (Alpha Course); Jeremy John Beadle, British critic, writer and broadcaster; and Ian Rankin, Scottish novelist (Inspector Rebus crime novels).

Any names familiar to you? There were five for me this week: Alistair MacLean, Harper Lee, Terry Pratchett, Jeremy John Beadle, and Ian Rankin. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

I started chapter thirty-one of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2. However, once again I’ll need a few more days to complete the chapter and get it posted to the two online subscription writing sites I use. Too many non-writing things to contend with this week.

Reviewers provided another two critiques, bringing the total to 560. As always, they’ve provided plenty of recommendations for me to consider, and I’m always appreciative of the time and effort people put into reviewing my work.

Here’s another snippet:

“Understood.” Shatara studied the garment Uzza laid out on the bed. “What lovely clothes.” She reached down and ran a hand over a multi-colored zina. “I love the red and yellow colors in the dress. I just wish there was a version with short sleeves.”

Uzza giggled. “Would you dare to show your arms to someone not your husband?”

“Why not? In many parts of the world, women wear short-sleeved garments. In fact, they choose what they will wear.” Shatara sighed. “At least the green baggy trousers go well with the red, white, and yellow of the zina.”

“I choose the clothing myself.” Uzza grinned. “Later, I will bring you other zinas and Sana’anis. The prince says you may have three of each.”

I don’t want to insult her, as she is trying to help me, but her choice of colors is horrible. “Thank you so much.” Shatara pointed to the hijab. “Must I wear that?”

“Only if you are permitted to leave the building. I use one when I go outside, too.”

Shatara pursed her lips and sighed. “Okay.” She began to dress as her stomach rumbled. “I hope someone will bring food soon—I’m hungry.”

“While you were cleansing yourself, I opened the door and picked up the second container I brought with me. We shall eat together.” Uzza reached on the other side of the bed where she had hidden a wicker basket. “Look—I have a surprise for you. We shall dine on mutabaq, which are filled with scrambled eggs and cheese and some masoub. I made the bread myself and added bananas and honey as I made it.”

Shatara’s stomach rumbled again, this time louder. She laughed as she patted it. “My body is enjoying just hearing about the food.”

“Cook also gave me one zalabia each. I love these pastries and eat them whenever possible because they give us  energy.”

Shatara smile. “There are also fattening. Did you bring anything to drink?”

“Yes, mango juice.” She arranged the food on a small table at the foot of the bed. “Come, let us enjoy our first breakfast together.”

As they ate their breakfast, Uzza reached into the basket and pulled out a small parcel wrapped in brown paper. “This is for you from the prince.”

“What is it?” Shatara took the package.

Uzza smiled. “Open it and find out.”

“Okay.” Shatara wiped her hands on a piece of cloth Uzza handed her.

Uzza clapped her hands. “Hurry. I want to find out as no one told me what it was.”

“Just a minute.” Shatara untied the string holding the package together. Pulling back the now-loosened paper, she gasped. Inside, she found a book: The Poetry of Arab Women from the Pre-Islamic Age to Andalusia. “A book. I told al Mishara I loved to read.”

“What’s it about? Perhaps later, you will tell me what it says?” Uzza glanced downward. “I cannot read.”

“It’s a book of poetry by Arab women. I shall pick some and read them to you.”

“Thank you. I will enjoy that. I shall return before Asr, as we will pray together.”

“Where are you going?”

“The prince instructed me to seek him out after you were settled.” Uzza blushed. “I am not sure what he wants except a report on how you are doing. He’s very interested in you.”

“Yes, I know. He wants me to marry him, but I want to wait until I’m older and choose my husband.”

Uzza laughed. “What is wrong with being a wife to Prince al Mishari? I understand his family is rich, and he’s kind to his wives.” She stood and collected the dishes, putting them back in the basket. “I must go now.” She headed toward the door.

“Wait.”

Uzza turned. “Yes?”

“I just wanted to … say thank you. You have been very kind.”

“You’re welcome.” Uzza left the room, locking the door behind her.

Shatara settled on the bed, opened the book, and began reading.

Before long, she placed the tome next to her pillow, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

She felt someone climb onto the bed but couldn’t see who it was because it was dark. Where is Uzza? She said she was returning before Asr prayers.

A man grunted before grabbing Shatara’s zina and ripping it from her body.

She screamed as she struggled against her attacker.

“Hold still. This won’t hurt a bit.” He pushed a cloth over her face. “Take a deep breath.”

Shatara continued to fight against the man’s attempts to hold the cloth tighter. She inhaled and coughed.

Moments later, she lay quiet, unmoving.

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2024 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

Randall’s Ramblings, April 21, 2024

It’s been a drier week the past few days, which was good as the ground needed to dry out. With the cooler weather, I was able to clean up hundreds of small branches blown into the back yard (garden) by the heavy winds we had over the last couple of weeks. Afterward, I managed to cut the grass (front and back) and made a start at some pruning and digging over the flower beds. Hopefully, the weather will cooperate and I’ll be able to do some more this coming week. I also started spring cleaning the garage.

The price of gasoline (petrol) inched up this week to £1.47 while diesel remained steady at £1.55. As a result, and with the current exchange rate between the pound and the dollar, an equivalent U.S. gallon of gasoline increased to $6.88, an increase of five cents, while diesel fell four cents to $7.26. Fortunately, the recent increase in the value of the dollar has keep costs steady. Meanwhile, it’s been predicted the price of gasoline will soon go back over £1.50 a liter.

The results of the 2023 Chanticleer International Book Awards (CIBAs) were apparently released last night, but only to those attending the authors’ conference. The results have yet to be posted to Chanticleer’s website. So I’ll continue to (patiently) wait to find out if Ultimate Escalation was one of the Global Thrillers winners. Stay tuned.

“Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.” – George Bernard Shaw. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on April 21st, the third Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Ulrich von Hutten, German knight, scholar and poet (led Imperial Knights against Roman Catholic Church); John Law, Scottish economist and author (Money and Trade Considered); Alexander Anderson, American engraver and illustrator (Shakespeare); Charlotte Brontë, English novelist (Jane Eyre); Hippolyte Taine, French philosopher and historian (Voyage in Italy); Max Weber, German sociologist, economist and historian (Ancient Judaism); Robert Herrick, American novelist (Common lot); Henry de Montherlant, French novelist and stage author (La Reine Morte); Ben Stroman, Dutch writer (Jomtof & Blue Beard); Tom Burns, British-Chilean publisher and editor; Norman Panama, American screenwriter; John Mortimer, English barrister, screenwriter and author (A Voyage Round My Father); Elaine May, American comedienne, writer and actress (New Leaf, Primary Colors); Helen Prejean, American writer; Max Wyndham, 2nd Baron Egremont, English peer and author; and Michael Zarnock, American author and columnist.

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me this week: Charlotte Brontë. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

I started chapter thirty-one of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2. However, I’ll need a few more days to complete the chapter and get it posted to the two online subscription writing sites I use.

Reviewers provided another eleven critiques, bringing the total to 558. As always, they’ve provided plenty of recommendations for me to consider, and I’m always appreciative of the time and effort people put into reviewing my work.

Here’s another snippet:

A light knocking on the door woke Shatara from a restless sleep. Who is that? First person not to barge in. She cleared her throat. “You may enter.”

She listened to a key turn in the lock before the door eased open.

A head peeped around the corner.

Aw, someone who seems younger than me. “Come in, please.”

A petite girl squeezed past the open door, adjusting her traditional Sana’ani, a curtain-style dress in black with red and green trim. Sequins adorned the garment. Upon her head, she wore an Al-Momq, a cotton cloth covering her head. Like the Sana’ani, it was in black but had red and white inclusions. Her long, black tresses flowed down her back. She set a tan canvas bag on the floor.

“As-salam alaykum. I am called Uzza Al-Hammadi. I will be your attendant while you visit us.”

Visit? Does she have any idea what’s going on? “Walaykum as-salam. I am Shatara. How old are you?”

She smiled. “I am twelve years old. Soon, I shall be ready for a husband.”

Shatara shook her head. She has no idea. “What do you have in the bag?”

Uzza glanced down. “A change of clothing for you.” She wrinkled her nose. “But first, you must clean up. I can smell you from here.”

“Yes, I was in a place where I couldn’t keep myself clean.” Shatara sniffed and seemed to recoil from her own body odor. “I hope you brought some shampoo.”

Uzza giggled. “Of course, Shatara. I brought you a shampoo soap bar, which is good for hair growth. It is made with cedarwood, lavender, and sweet orange.”

“Sounds lovely. Where can I clean up?”

Uzza pointed to the interior door as her face beamed. “We are blessed to have modern toilets. There’s one inside, along with a shower hose. Do you need my help?” She picked up the bag and pulled out a bar of soap, along with a square of cloth and a towel, and handed them to Shatara. “When you finish your cleansing, I will have your clothes laid out on the bed for you.”

“Why can’t I take the clothes with me?”

Uzza shook her head. “There isn’t any place to hang them, and they will get wet.”

“Oh.” At least I can protect my modesty with the towel. “Let me go now. I’ll feel better when I’m clean.”

“Oh, yes. And smell better, too.” Uzza covered her mouth as she blushed. “I am sorry if I have insulted you.”

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2024 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

Randall’s Ramblings, april 14, 2024

It’s been another week filled with plenty of rain but also outbursts of sunshine. So far in April, our area has received twice the amount of rain it normally receives in the month. Once things dry out a bit, I’ll be able to start doing some late-Spring pruning and tidy up the flower beds.

The price of gasoline (petrol) inched up this week to £1.45 while diesel added added two pence to £1.55. As a result, and with the current exchange rate between the pound and the dollar, an equivalent U.S. gallon of gasoline dropped to $6.83, a decrease of five cents, while diesel topped out at $7.30, climbing another penny. Fortunately, the recent increase in the value of the dollar has keep costs steady.

“Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.” – Ray Bradbury. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on April 14th, the second Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Abraham Ortelius, Flemish cartographer and dealer in maps, books, and antiquities (Theatrum orbis terrarum); Abraham Elsevier, Dutch book publisher; Abdullah Yusuf Ali, British-Indian Islamic scholar and translator (translated Qu’ran into English); James Branch Cabell, American novelist and essayist (Restless Heads); Ernst Robert Curtius, German literature historian; Arnold J. Toynbee, English historian (A Study of History); Martin Kessel, German writer (Mr. Brecher’s Fiasco); Barbara Anderson, New Zealand author; Bob Grant [Robert St Clair Grant], British actor, comedian and writer (on the Buses); Fredric Jameson, American philosopher and literary critic; Erich von Däniken, Swiss writer (Chariots of the Gods); Tom Monteleone, American horror and science fiction writer (Dark Stars and other Illuminations; Fearful Symmetries); Bruce Sterling, American sci-fi author (Involution Ocean; Schismatrix); and Peter Gibson, American writer.

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me this week: Erich von Däniken. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

At long last, I finished chapter thirty of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2 and posted it to the two online subscription writing sites I use.

Reviewers provided another three critiques, bringing the total to 547. As always, they’ve provided plenty of recommendations for me to consider, and I’m always appreciative of the time and effort people put into reviewing my work.

Here’s another snippet:

Dabir’s hands continued to shake. “I must find a way out of this situation. But, who can I turn to?” He stood, ran into the bathroom, and vomited.

A second time.

Wiping his face with a sleeve, he ran water in the sink and washed his face. After studying his reflection in the mirror, he slid a hand through his hair and headed out of the bathroom.

Dabir stopped in the alcove in the lobby and peered through the curtain. All quiet. So why do I feel I am being watched?

He turned and headed to his normal position behind the check-in desk. As he approached, he came to an abrupt halt.

“Who is there?”

“Dabir. Do you not recognize your old friend?”

“Parvez! What are you doing here?” Dabir stepped closer to the counter.

“I realize I have not stopped by for a few weeks. As you are aware, the city can be a dangerous place to travel through.”

Dabir nodded. “So, why make the journey now?”

“I’ve made a new friend—he’s with the National Security Bureau. I—”

“Are you crazy? Why would you want anything to do with the NSB? They are dangerous.”

Parvez laughed. “You are getting the organizations mixed up. It is the Political Security Organization which has been accused of human rights abuses and lengthy detentions without formal charges.”

“I have heard the same about the NSB.”

“No, you are mistaken. The NSB is charged with protecting Yemen from acts of foreign interference.  They are responsible for detecting and combating subversive activities that threaten national security.”

Dabir shook his head. “I do not know the difference, Parvez. But, to my way of thinking, involving yourself with groups like these can only lead to misfortune.”

“In any event, I need your help.” Parvez smiled. “My new friend is looking into the recent arrival of an American. He is staying at the Rashid residence right now, but I understand he stayed at the hotel for a few days.”

Dabir tilted his head. “You must mean Sear. He is here to look into the disappearance of Sayyid Bashari’s daughter, Shatara.”

“Yes. But, my new friend believes he is really here to cause problems between the government, Ansar Allah, and the United Arab Emirates-backed Southern Transitional Council. The Americans are always sticking their noses into the internal affairs of other countries. My friend wants to learn as much about Sear as he can.”

“So, what can I do?”

“I cannot follow Sear all the time or he might become suspicious as he already caught me on the phone talking to my friend. Since you have already met him, will you monitor his movements on occasion?”

“Dabir pursed his lips. “Yes, I believe I can help. But, not every day.”

“Excellent.” Parvez clapped a hand on Dabir’s shoulder. “I must go now, but I shall return another time.”

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2024 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

 

Randall’s Ramblings, April 7, 2024

It’s been a week of typical Spring weather: rain, strong wind, and even a few outbreaks of sunshine. Yesterday, the temperature topped out at 63F (17C), but it’ll be a bit cooler today with continue wind gusts up to forty miles per hour. At least right now, there’s plenty of sunshine.

The price of gasoline (petrol) increased this week by two pence to £1.44 as when we left at a £1.42 liter, while diesel added a penny to £1.53. As a result, and with the current exchange rate between the pound and the dollar, an equivalent U.S. gallon of gasoline is now $6.88, an increase of eleven cents, while diesel topped out at $7.29, climbing another three cents.

“The writer is an explorer. Every step is an advance into a new land.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on April 7th, the first Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Jose de Anchieta, Spanish saint, Jesuit, poet and missionary to Brazil (founder of São Paulo and Rio de Janeiro); John Sheffield, 1st Duke of Buckingham and Normanby, English statesman and poet; William Wordsworth, English poet laureate (The Prelude); Flora Tristan, French writer and social activist; Anderson Abbott, Canadian physician and writer (first Canadian-born black doctor); J. P. [Jens Peter] Jacobsen, Danish writer (Niels Lyhne); Gustav Landauer, German socialist and writer (advocated for social anarchism); William Monroe Trotter, American newspaper editor and activist for African-Americans’ civil rights; Jozef C Bittremieux, Belgian theologist (Virgin & Mother of God); Charles Dodd, Welsh theologian (expert on the New Testament); Gabriela Mistral, Chilean poet (Nobel Prize for Literature, 1945), educator and diplomat; Marjory Stoneman Douglas, American journalist, conservationist (1st Lady of the Everglades) and women’s suffrage advocate; Victoria Ocampo, Argentine writer and publisher (Sur magazine); Gerald Brenan, English writer (The Spanish Labyrinth); Walter Winchell, American journalist, gossip columnist, radio host, and narrator (the Untouchables); Robert Charroux, French writer; Henry Kuttner, American sci-fi author (Dark World, As You Were); (Johannes Mario) J.M. Simmel, Austrian writer (It Can’t Always Be Caviar); James White, UK, sci-fi author (Star Surgeon, Star Healer); Donald Barthelme, American writer (Snow White, Sadness); and MacKenzie Scott, American novelist and philanthropist.

Any names familiar to you? There two for me this week: William Wordworth and MacKenzie Scott. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

As I previously mentioned, I penned chapters 22-30 of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2 during the Xmas market. I’m still taking care of non-writing things that needed attention after our vacation, and I have to finish a few paragraphs of chapter thirty before I’m ready to post it to the two online subscription writing sites I use.

Reviewers provided another two critiques, bringing the total to 544. As always, they’ve provided plenty of recommendations for me to consider, and I’m always appreciative of the time and effort people put into reviewing my work.

Here’s another snippet:

Dabir stood behind the check-in desk, rearranging items along the counter as he dusted. He reached underneath and pulled out a small, black box.

Inside, he located the Ruger LCP Max Vincent gave him the last time he was in the city. Designed for 380 auto caliber, it felt snug in Dabir’s hand. Will I be able to use it? I have never killed anyone before. He placed the pistol back in the box and shoved it to the rear of the shelf.

“Salam alaikum.”

Dabir jumped at a man’s voice. He glanced up and relaxed. “Wa alaykum as-salam, Badr. You startled me.”

Badr Habra al-Houthi grinned. “Yes. I noticed you were reoccupied. Is something the matter?”

“No, no. Why do you ask?” Dabir wiped the beading perspiration from his forehead with the back of his sleeve.

“You are sweating. Are you not well?”

“I-I am fine.”

“Hmm.” Badr studied Dabir’s face. “Okay. I shall take you at your word.” He turned and whistled.

Three men, all dressed in beige thobes and white turbans, appeared through an archway. Each man carried an AK-47, with a jambiya shoved into a wide ornate belt. The daggers were protected inside sheaths of exquisite carving, gems, precious metals, and ornamentation.

Badr gestured toward his colleagues. “We shall have qishr along with a plate of dates. Will you join us in the dining room? We have an important matter to discuss.

As if I have a choice. “Of course, Badr. I shall join you in a few minutes.”

Badr clapped his hands—once. “Excellent.” He turned and headed toward the dining room, the other men following.

Ten minutes later, Dabir pushed a laden trolley into the dining room, stopping at the table where the four men sat. He placed cups of qishr in front of them, along with two plates of dates and a serving dish holding sambusas, triangular pastries stuffed with potato, onion, parsley, and spices.

After passing cloth napkins to his guests, Dabir took the remaining seat, putting a glass of naqe’e al zabib in front of him. He took a sip of the raisin drink as he waited for Badr to speak.

Badr picked up a sambusa and bit into the snack. “Hmm. I love these.” He wiped his right hand on a napkin and then cleansed his face. “So, Dabir. Things are moving forward. Ansar Allah requires your assistance. We need somewhere to hide at least ten men who are coming from the north to create further attacks in the city.”

Dabir nodded but remained silent.

“We know you do not have many paying guests staying in the hotel, so—”

“The rooms are already spoken for, Badr.”

He grinned. “Ah, yes. By a foreign devil who does not care what happens in our country. The new men will take rooms, and since you have already been paid, you will not receive extra funding.”

“But ….”

Badr raised a hand. “This will be your gift to support our movement. Or, are you having second thoughts about where your loyalties should be?”

“No, Badr.” Dabir closed his eyes. What more trouble will I be in?

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

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