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Randall’s Ramblings, February 4, 2024

The weather has returned to normal parameters–clouds, rain, and wind with an occasional outbreak of sunshine. Right now, we have gusts up to 33 mph, or as the locals would say, a fresh breeze. The rain has started again and is supposed to be with us most of the day.

The price of gasoline (petrol) remained the same at £1.37 to a liter, while diesel increased a penny to £1.46. Meanwhile, the exchange rate has tilted in the favor of the pound against the dollar. As a result, a liter of gasoline decreased four cents to $6.54, while a liter of diesel dropped a cent to $6.95.

The monthly small business market began on Friday and finished today. So far, I’ve sold ten autographed novels, while Sylvia has sold eleven of her laminated poetry sheets and seven of her bookmarks. Considering the mall has been quiet, these are decent numbers.

“If you are in difficulties with a book, try the element of surprise: attack it at an hour when it isn’t expecting it.” – H.G. Wells. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

I received good news on Monday.

Ultimate Escalation, which is competing for the 2023 Chanticleer International Global Thriller Book Awards, has move from the  short list to the semi-finals. There’s still a long way to go in the competition, with the finals, the announcement of the seven first in category winners, and the genre grand prize winner.  The final results won’t be announced until 20 April 2024 at the annual Chanticleer Authors’ Conference, but I’ll keep posting updates as Ultimate Escalation moves through the competition.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on February 4, the first Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Franciscus Aguilon, Belgian Jesuit physicist, mathematician and architect (book on Optics “Opticorum Libri Sex); Jakob Balde, German poet (Jephthe); Isaac Newton, English physicist, mathematician and astronomer (Gravity, Laws of Motion); Henrik Constantijn Cras, Dutch lawyer (Laudatio Hugonis Grotii; Jacob Grimm, German philologist, folklorist and editor of “Grimm’s Fairy Tales”; Louis Braille, French educator and inventor of a system of reading and writing for the blind; Isaac Pitman, English teacher and inventor of Pitman shorthand (Stenographic Soundhand); Casimiro de Abreu, Brazil, poet (Meus oito anos), novelist and playwright (Camoes e o jau); Svend Fleuron, Danish writer; Alfred Edgar Coppard, English short story writer (Black Dogs & Other Stories); Wilhelm Lehmbruck, German painter, poet and sculptor (Seated Youth); Max Eastman, American critic/essayist and editor of The Masses; Lourens Baas Becking, Dutch botanist (Baas Becking hypothesis); C. L. R. James [Cyril Lionel Robert James], Trinidadian historian (The Black Jacobins), journalist, intellectual and socialist; Amitai W Etzioni, US sociologist (Active Society); Gao Xingjian, Chinese-born French novelist and dramatist, Nobel laureate, years); Doris Kearns Goodwin, American historian and writer (Team of Rivals, No Ordinary Time); Alicia Garza, American writer and civil rights activist (co-founded #BlackLivesMatter); and Nabila Jamshed, Indian writer.

Any names familiar to you? There three for me this time: Jacob Grimm, Louis Braille, and Isaac Pitman. 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 slowly typing up and posted them to the two online subscription writing sites I use. This week I completed, chapter twenty-six and about half of chapter twenty-seven.

Reviewers provided another thirteen critiques, bringing the total to 499. 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.

I’ll have to wait until next time to post another snippet as I need to head to the mall for the final day of the small business market.

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 send me a note. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2024 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

Randall’s Ramblings, January 28, 2024

Over the past week, we’ve seen temperatures return to more seasonable averages. Of course, this means instead of cold weather and clear blue skies, we’re back to warmer temperatures, overcast skies, and rain. Oh well ….

There’s been another change to the price of gasoline (petrol) and diesel this week. Gasoline increased another  penny to £1.37 a liter, while diesel  increased a penny to £1.45. Meanwhile, the exchange rate has tilted in the favor of the pound against the dollar. As a result, a liter of gasoline increased four cents to $6.58, while a liter of diesel rose  four cents to $6.96.

“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 January 28, the fourth and final Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Thomas Aquinas, Italian theologian, Philosopher and Doctor of the Church (Summa Theologica); ohn Barclay, Scottish satirist writer and poet (Euphormio’s Satyricon); John Baskerville, English printer and type designer (printer to the University of Cambridge); Johann Elias Schlegel, German critic and poet; Henry Morton Stanley, Welsh journalist and African explorer (found Livingstone in Africa); ose Martí y Perez, Cuban poet, essayist and politician (fought for independence from Spain); Colette, French author, novelist (Gigi, La Vagabonde) and actress; Ernst Rabel, Austrian-American lawyer, human rights activist, and author (The Conflict of Laws: A Comparative Study); Marthe Bibesco, Romanian writer; Camille Melloy [Paepe], Belgian poet (Parfum des Buis); Valentin Kataev, novelist/playwright (Embezzled); Wies Moens, Flemish writer and historian; A. A. M. Stols, Dutch publisher (History of Ecuador); Hermann Kesten, German writer (Allert de Lange); David John Lodge, British writer and literary critic (Soul & Bodies); Manuel dos Santos Lima, Angolan revolutionary and poet (Pele do Diabo); Bette Howland [Lee Sotonoff], American writer and literary critic (Blue in Chicago, The iron year); Ken Hill, English playwright and director; Rick Warren, American pastor and author; Harley Jane Kozak, American actress and writer (Arachnophobia, Necessary Roughness); Robert von Dassanowsky, American cultural historian, writer, and producer; and David Zingler, American writer.

Any names familiar to you? There were two for me this time: Thomas Aquinas and Henry Morton Stanley. 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 mentioined, I penned chapters 22-30 of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2 during the Xmas market. This week, I typed up and posted chapter twenty-five to the two online subscription writing sites I use. I also did about half of chapter twenty-six.

Reviewers provided another twelve critiques, bringing the total to 486. 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:

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.

***

At the signal from Prince Hussein, one of the guards, who pretended to be asleep, stood and walked over to the women, his chest puffed out. He gave them a toothless smile before pointing at the book. “What is this?”

Shatara glanced at him. “It’s The Poetry of Arab Women from the Pre-Islamic Age to Andalusia. Prince Hussein gave it to me as a present.”

“Did the prince give you permission to read to this person?” The guard pointed at Uzza. “She does not need her head filled with nonsense. Her role in society is fixed—she will be married and bear many sons for her husband. She will take care of his needs, so do not fill her head with crazy ideas.”

Shatara glared at him. “This book is not nonsense. It has important implications for the fields of world and Arabic literature as well as gender and women’s studies.”

He grabbed the book away from her. “I shall keep this until I can confer with Prince Hussein.”

Shatara reached for the book, hitting the guard’s hand.

He swung a fist at her, striking her face and almost knocking her to the ground.

With a defiant glare, she stood and rubbed the area, without saying a word.

The guard pointed to the door. “Go back inside. Your time in the courtyard is over. Prince Hussein shall hear of your insolence.”

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 send me a note. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2024 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

 

 

 

Randall’s Ramblings, January 21, 2024

After a mostly sunny and cold week with plenty of morning frost, overcast skies and ran have returned. Storm Isha is preparing to hit the UK later today and the Met office issued an amber weather warning.  Winds are expected to reach 60-70 mph in inland areas while along the coasts they could reach 70-80 mph.  Right now, there’s a gentle rain with gusts reaching 35 mph. Good day to stay inside!

There’s been another change to the price of gasoline (petrol) and diesel this week. Gasoline increased a penny to £1.36 a liter, while diesel decreased a penny to £1.44 . Meanwhile, the exchange rate has tilted in the favor of the pound against the dollar. As a result, a liter of gasoline rose four cents to $6.54, while a liter of diesel dropped three cents to $6.92.

“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 January 21, the third Sunday of the month and of 2024. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

John Isacius Pontanus, Dutch physicist and historian (1st history of Amsterdam); Tsjalling Hiddes Halbertsma, Dutch Frisian story teller (Rhymes & Tales); John Gelinde van Blom, Dutch Frisian notary and poet; Eliza Roxcy Snow, American poet; Imre Madách, Hungarian writer; Ludwig Thoma, German writer; Egon Friedell, Austrian journalist, actor and writer (Kleine Portratgalerie, Der Partylowe); Olav Aukrust, Norwegian poet (advocated literary use of Nynorsk); Richard P. Blackmur, American critic and poet (Good European); “Ossie” O.S. Stevens Nock, English railway writer,; John Putz, British journalist (Guardian); Rohan Butler, English historian;Vincent Placoly, Martinique, writer (L’eau-de-mort guildive); Louis Menand, American writer and critic; and Forrest Gander, American poet (Be With – 2019 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry).

Any names familiar to you? There weren’t any for me this time. 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 mentioined, I penned chapters 22-30 of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2 during the Xmas market. This week, I typed up and posted chapter twenty-four to the two online subscription writing sites I use. I also did about half of chapter twenty-five.

Reviewers provided another fifteen critiques, bringing the total to 474. 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:

Uzza knocked on the door to Shatara’s room before putting the key in the lock. After opening the door, she pushed it open. Where is she?

Moments later, she heard the toilet flush. Oh.

Shatara entered the room and stopped. “Oh! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“That is okay.” Uzza smiled. “I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“Prince Hussein has given us permission to have our breakfast in the courtyard. We can stay for one hour.” Uzza wrinkled her nose. “Of course, someone will monitor us.” She turned toward the door. “Oh, do not forget your hijab.”

Shatara wrinkled her nose. “If we are just going to be in the courtyard, why must we wear it?”

“You know.” Uzza laughed. “We must protect our modesty from those to whom we are not related.”

Shatara sighed as she placed the white hijab over her head. “Understood. It’s just at home I didn’t have to wear it unless I left the house.” She toyed with the headscarf until her head, neck, and ears were covered. “I’m ready.”

Uzza unlocked the door, and they stepped into the corridor. She pointed to the right. “The stairs to the outside are at the end of the hall.” She walked along the corridor and climbed the stairs.” Cover your eyes—the sun will be bright for you.”

“Yes, thank you.” Shatara pulled the edge of the hijab over her eyes. “Even covering my eyes, it is very bright, and it hurts them.”

“Give me your hand. I’ll lead you to the table, which is protected by the branches of the date palm trees.” Uzza took Shatara’s hand and guided her.

“Oh! I can feel the temperature drop. We must be under the trees.” Shatara uncovered her eyes and glanced around. “What a beautiful courtyard. I love the fountain.”

“The fountain is beautiful but much better when the water is working.” Uzza pointed to a chair. “Please have a seat. I brought the food out earlier, so we’re ready to eat.”

After Shatara sat, she continued to scan the area. “I see there are two guards, but they both appeared to be asleep in their chairs. Their weapons are propped against the wall.”

“Do not tempt fate. If you move toward the wall, they will jump to their feet, grab their weapons and point them at you.”

Shatara grinned. “I was going to ask how easy it would be to climb the wall.”

“Even if the guards were not here and you could climb over it, you still would not be free. Prince Hussein owns the properties on either side of this one and behind it, too.” Uzza pointed to the one over the left wall. “He maintains his office in this building but lives in that one.”

“Have you ever been there?”

Uzza shook her head. “No. I know the prince entertains local dignitaries there, but I’ve never been invited to visit.”

“Hmm.” Shatara studied the wall again. “I am sure I could climb it. As a child, I loved to climb the date palms around our compound and jump onto the wall. I pretended I was climbing a mountain and could see for miles.”

Uzza laughed as she reached for a covered plate. “Let’s eat—I’m hungry.” She lifted the cover. “Shakshouka—one of my favorites.”

“Mine, too.” Shatara smiled. I love how the color of the scrambled eggs is offset by the red tomato sauce. The spicier the shakshouka is, the better for me.”

“I agree.” Uzza gestured toward a covered bowl. “Cook made more masoub to go with it and milk tea for us to drink.”

Shatara loaded a fork with eggs and brought it to her mouth, blowing on the steaming food before taking a tentative bite. “Fantastic!”

“Will you read to me after we eat?” Uzza pushed Shatara’s book across the table.

Shatara’s eyes narrowed. “Where did you get this?”

“While you were in the bathroom, I picked it up. I hope you do not mind.”

“I guess not. But next time, ask me first, okay?”

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 send me a note. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2024 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

Randall’s Ramblings, January 14, 2023

It’s been a dry, mainly sunny week, but cold, with the temperatures struggling to reach 41F (5C). Today, it’s cloudy with a few outbreaks of sunshine. However, the forecast is showing snow, particularly north of us, where it’s already falling, although just light at the moment.  Of course, it is that time of year where we can expect to see some snow.

There was a slight change to the price of gasoline (petrol) and diesel this week. Gasoline dropped  penny to £1.35 a liter, while diesel increased a penny to £1.45.  Meanwhile, the exchange rate has tilted in the favor of the pound against the dollar. As a result, a liter of gasoline dropped four cents to $6.50, while a liter of diesel rose three cents to $6.95.

Published Works

Revenge received a 5/5 (highly recommended) review from Chanticleer Book Reviews this week. Needless to say, I’m thrilled to share this with you. It was one of the first place winners in the 2022 Chanticleer International Global Thriller Awards for High Stakes Suspense.  If you’re interested in reading the review, click on the title for the link. Here’s the final line of the review: Lovers of Lee Child and Tom Clancy will appreciate Krzak’s world-building, the detailed scenarios, and the daring rescues put forth by his heroic characters.

“Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.” ― John Steinbeck. Compliments of https://www.inc.com/glenn-leibowitz/50-quotes-from-famous-authors-that-will-inspire-yo.html.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on January 14, the second Sunday of the month and of 2024. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Isaac da Costa, Jewish poet; Harmen Sytstra, Dutch poet and editor (Iduna); Zacharias Topelius, Finnish historical novelist (Surgeon’s Stories); Pierre Loti, French naval officer and novelist; J. F. Archibald, Australian journalist and publisher; Wilhelm von Polenz, German writer (Der Pfarrer von Breitendorf); Thornton W. Burgess, American conservationist and author (The Bedtime Story-Books; Now I Remember: Autobiography of an Amateur Naturalist); Albert Schweitzer, Alsatian theologian and writer (Nobel 1954); Victor Segalen, French naval doctor and writer; Hendrik Willem van Loon, Dutch-American historian and writer (Story of America); Hugh Lofting, English writer and illustrator (Dr. Doolittle); George Richard Samways, English children’s writer; John dos Passos, American novelist (Manhattan Transfer; The 42nd Parallel; Nineteen Nineteen; The Big Money), poet, and painter; F. C. Terborgh [Reijnier Flaes], Dutch writer (De Turkenoorlog); Emily Hahn, American journalist and author; Anatoly Rybakov, Russian writer; Tillie Olsen, American writer (Tell Me a Riddle); Dudley Randall, African-American poet who founded the pioneering publishing house “Broadside Press”; John Oliver Killens, American writer; Yukio Mishima, Japanese novelist (Temple of Golden Pavilion); Mahasweta Devi, Indian Bengali writer and activist; Mary Robison, American writer (Why Did I Ever); Maureen Dowd, American writer; Sydney Biddle Barrows, American madam and author (Mayflower Madam); Anchee Min, Chinese writer; and Steven Soderbergh, American producer, director, writer (Ocean’s Eleven, Traffic).

Any names familiar to you? There weren’t any for me this time. 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 mentioned last time, I penned chapters 22-30 of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2 during the Xmas market. This week, I typed up and posted chapter twenty-three to the two online subscription writing sites I use. I also did about half of chapter twenty-four.

Reviewers provided another seven critiques, bringing the total to 459. 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:

Sear glared at Parvez. “Who were you talking with on the phone?”

“No one—at least no one you would know, Sayyid.”

Sear turned at the sound of feet approaching.

Wasim and Malik rushed through the door onto the roof. They hurried to Parvez’s side and grabbed his arms.

“Check his phone.” Sear pointed to Parvez’s pocket. “He was talking with someone and won’t say who it is.”

“Hold him, Wasim.” Malik yanked out Parvez’s phone and accessed the call list. As he scanned the numbers, he relaxed. I recognize the last number called—it’s Tarik’s.” He glanced at Parvez. “Why were you talking with him?”

Parvez jerked his arm free from Wasim as he glared at Malik. “It is not any of your business, but I talk with Tarik from time to time—letting him know when there are strangers, especially foreigners, in this area.”

“You better be telling me the truth. I will ask Tarik the next time I see him.”

Parvez nodded. “Go ahead—he will vouch for me.”

Sear glanced at Wasim and Malik. “Let him go.”

“Do you still want me to cook?” Sear stared at Parvez.

“Perhaps later. For now, just more tea and coffee.”

“As you wish, Sayyid.”

Sear turned and stepped through the doorway, down the stairs, and returned to the divan.

After frowning at Parvez, Wasim and Malik followed Sear.

Malik sat across from the others and patted his rumbling stomach. “What about food? I am hungry.”

“Do you think we can trust Parvez not to poison us?” Sear rubbed his chin.

“Of course.” Malik grinned. “I will stand next to him in the kitchen to ensure nothing untoward happens.”

In that case, I’m hungry, too.”

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, January 7, 2024

After several rain-filled days, we’ve had clear skies since Friday evening. Of course, this brought heavy frost both on Saturday and Sunday mornings with temperatures struggling to reach above 32F (0C). The frost makes everything glisten as if there was snow, but so far that’s stayed away.

No change this week to the price of gasoline (petrol) and diesel, remaining at 1.36 and 1.44 a liter respectively. Same with the exchange rate. Thus a liter of gasoline is still $6.54, while a liter of diesel is 6.92.

“You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.” –Annie Proulx. Compliments of https://www.inc.com/glenn-leibowitz/50-quotes-from-famous-authors-that-will-inspire-yo.html.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on January 7, the first Sunday of the month and of 2024. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Sebastian de Covarrubias Horozco, Spanish lexicographer (Treasury of Castilian or Spanish Language); James Harrington, English author and political theorist of classical republicanism (The Commonwealth of Oceana);Pavao Vitezovic, Croatia, writer and historian; Johann Heinrich Zedler, German publisher; Theodor Aufrecht, German linguist, Indologist and translator (Rigveda’s Hymns); Zora Neale Hurston, American writer (Their Eyes Were Watching God); Albrecht Haushofer, German geographer and writer; Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Pakistani poet; Hugh Kenner, Canadian literary critic; William Peter Blatty, American scriptwriter and author of The Exorcist; Edward) Hunter Davies, Scottish-British journalist, author (The Beatles: The Authorised Biography), and broadcaster; Jann Wenner, American magazine publisher (Rolling Stone); Shobha De, Indian columnist & novelist; Frans Kellendonk, Dutch novelist (Bouwval (Ruin); Mystiek lichaam (Mystical Body); Giuliano Ferrara, Italian politician, journalist and founding editor (Il Foglio); Katie Couric, American journalist & author (Today); Nicholson Baker, American novelist; Donna Rice Hughes, American author & speaker; and Georgi Gospodinov, Bulgarian writer (Time Shelter – 2023 International Booker prize).

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me, Katie Couric. 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 mentioned last time, I penned chapters 22-30 of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2 during the Xmas market. This week, I typed up and posted chapter twenty-two to the two online subscription writing sites I use. I also did about half of chapter twenty-three.

Reviewers provided another ten critiques, bringing the total to 452. 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:

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.

I didn’t get a chance to continue working on The Great Rebellion – Finn Harding Book One.  It’s a romantic alternate history of the American Civil War, but hope to continue with chapter four over the next week.

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, December 31, 2023

Now that the last day of 2023 is upon us, I’d like to wish everyone a safe, joyous, prosperous and  healthy new year.

Happy 2024, everyone!

The past few weeks have been extremely busy, hence the lack of weekly posts. During the twenty-one days of the Xmas market, I sold 127 autographed copies of my books. Meanwhile, Sylvia sold almost 200 copies of her laminated poetry sheets and book marks. In addition, a dozen of her poetry books found new homes.

During the past ten days, our son visited from Washington, D.C. Although a short visit, it’s always great to have him with us. We miss him already!

Motorists received good news at the pumps during this period as there was another decrease in gasoline (petrol) prices, with a further six pence shaved off the price to £1.36 a liter. However, with the current exchange rate, the equivalent price of a U.S. gallon dropped twenty-six cents to $6.54. Meanwhile, diesel dropped a penny a liter to £1.44, a decrease of seven pence per liter, but with the exchange rate, this actually led to a decrease of thirty cents a gallon to $6.92.

“A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time–proof that humans can work magic.”
― Carl Sagan. Compliments of https://www.inc.com/glenn-leibowitz/50-quotes-from-famous-authors-that-will-inspire-yo.html.

I received good news on Friday.

Ultimate Escalation, which is competing for the 2023 Chanticleer International Global Thriller Book Awards, has move from the  long list to the short list. There’s still a long way to go in the competition, the semi-finals, the finals, the announcement of the seven first in category winners, and the genre grand prize winner.  The final results won’t be announced until 20 April 2024 at the annual Chanticleer Authors’ Conference, but I’ll keep posting updates as Ultimate Escalation moves through the competition.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on December 31st, the fourth and final Sunday of the month and of 2023. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Andreas Vesalius, Flemish physician and anatomist (De humani corporis fabrica); Horacio Quiroga, Uruguayan playwright, poet, and short story writer (Anaconda, El Crimen del Otro)physician and anatomist (De humani corporis fabrica); Silvio Antoniano, Italian cardinal and theologist (Tre libri); Marie d’Agoult (Daniel Stern), French author (Knife); Giovanni Pascoli, Italian classicist & poet; Alfredo Panzini, Italian author (Dizionario Moderno); Lawrence Beesley, English journalist and author; Jacob Israël de Haan, Dutch poet/writer (Pipelines, Jewish Song); Max Lamberty, Flemish sociologist & author (Flemish Resurrection); Tadeusz Breza, Polish writer (The Bronze Gate); Dal Stivens, Australian novelist; Taylor Mead, American writer, actor and performer (Factory, Taylor Mead’s Ass); Dieter Noll, German writer (Die Abenteuer des Werner Holt); Veijo Meri, Finnish writer; Bob Shaw, Northern Irish sci-fi author (Light of Other Days, The Ragged Astronauts); Xavier Chamorro Cardenal, Nicaraguan journalist and newspaper editor (La Prensa; El Nuevo Diario); Edward Bunker, American Crime novelist (No Beast So Fierce; Animal Factory), actor (Straight Time; Reservoir Dogs), screenwriter, and felon; Rolf Haufs, German writer; Nicolas Born, German writer; Ellen Datlow, American editor; Susan Shwartz, American author; Nicholas Sparks, American author (The Notebook); and Junot Díaz, Dominican-American writer and professor (The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao – Pulitzer Prize for Fiction 2008).

Any names familiar to you? There weren’t any for me this time. 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

During the Xmas market, I penned chapters 22-30 of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2. Now I have to type up the chapters and post them to the two online subscription writing sites I use. The challenge will be to decipher my writing!

Reviewers provided another sixteen critiques, bringing the total to 442. 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.

I’ll resume posting snippets next time.

I’m continuing to work on the new project as a co-author with Michael Maxwell, the author of over thirty novels. The tentative title is The Great Rebellion – Finn Harding Book One.  It’s a romantic alternate history of the American Civil War. I did add more to a new chapter four when time permitted at the Xmas market and hope to finalize it soon.

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 2023 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

Randall’s Ramblings, December 3, 2023

It’s been colder than normal all week. On Saturday morning, we woke up to snow falling. We ended up with just over three inches, which made the morning drive pretty hectic. By the afternoon, the major streets were cleaned but the side streets into housing areas remained snowbound.

Once again there was another decrease in gasoline (petrol) prices this week, with a further three pence shaved off the price to £1.42 a liter. However, with the current exchange rate, the equivalent price of a U.S. gallon dropped eleven cents to $6.80. Meanwhile, diesel dropped a penny a liter to £1.51, but with the exchange rate, this actually led to a decrease of eleven cents a gallon to $7.22.

So far we’ve had a great Xmas market at the local mall. I sold thirty-eight autographed copies of my novels, while Sylvia sold thirty-two of her laminated poetry sheets, thirty-one of her poetry book marks, and four of her poetry books. Let’s hope the second week is as good as this one!

“If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.” –Stephen King.  Compliments of https://www.inc.com/glenn-leibowitz/50-quotes-from-famous-authors-that-will-inspire-yo.html.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on December 3rd, the first Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Hryhorii Skovoroda, Ukrainian poet and philosopher; Mary Lamb, British author (Tales from Shakespeare); France Prešeren, Slovenian poet (Krst pri Savici); Green Berry Raum, American lawyer, politician, author, and Brigadier General (Union Army); Joseph Conrad, Polish-English novelist (Lord Jim, Heart of Darkness); Herman Heijermans, Dutch writer (Kamertjeszonde, Diamond City); John Urzidil, Austrian-American writer (Die erbeuteten Frauen); Kate O’Brien, Irish writer (Without My Cloak); Nigel Balchin, English author (Business for Pleasure); F. Sionil José, Filipino novelist (Rosales Saga) and Philippine National Artist for Literature; Franz Josef Degenhardt, German poet and author; Mel Smith, author, actor, and comedian (Morons From Outer Space); and Grace Andreacchi, American author.

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

This week, I finished hand wrote chapters twenty-two and twenty-three of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2. I still have to type them up and post them to the two online subscription writing sites I use.

Reviewers continue to check out my work and provided another seven critiques this week, bringing the total to 426. As always, there are 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. Please keep in mind that since these are first-draft chapters, things will likely be changed once I get to the editing phase. In the meantime, if you have any suggestions to improve the story, please let me know.

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.

I’m continuing to work on the new project as a co-author with Michael Maxwell, the author of over thirty novels. The tentative title is The Great Rebellion – Finn Harding Book One.  It’s a romantic alternate history of the American Civil War. I’m currently working on a new chapter four when time permits at the Xmas market.

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 2023 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

Randall’s Ramblings, November 26, 2023

It’s been a fairly dry period over the past week. As a result, on Tuesday I was able to clean up a lot of leaves that had fallen but previous rain stopped me from getting outside. On Wednesday, a bit of sun made it an even better day so I put up Christmas lights across the front of the house.

As the week progressed the temperatures temperatures have dropped, with daytime temperature barely breaking 40F (4C) and nighttime going down to 26F (-3C). As I’m typing it’s 32F (0C). I noticed last night none of the hedgehogs inhabiting our property came for their nightly feed. I guess they’ve gone into hibernation.

Once again there was another decrease in gasoline (petrol) prices this week, with a further two pence shaved off the price to £1.45 a liter. However, with the current exchange rate, the equivalent price of a U.S. gallon remained the same at $6.91. Meanwhile, diesel dropped three pence a liter to £1.54, but with the exchange rate, this actually led to a decrease of seven cents a gallon to $7.33.

Here’s the latest inspirational quote for writers: “Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” — Benjamin Franklin. Compliments of https://www.inc.com/glenn-leibowitz/50-quotes-from-famous-authors-that-will-inspire-yo.html.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on November 26th, the fourth and final Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Princess Catherine of Portugal, Portuguese princess of King Edward of Portugal and his wife Eleanor of Aragon and writer; Pedro de Peralta y Barnuevo, Peruvian poet (Obras Dramaticas); Theophilus Cibber, English actor and writer; William Cowper, English pre-romantic poet (His Task); Charles-Joseph Panckoucke, French publisher (Mercure de France); Georg Forster, German writer, naturalist (A Voyage Round the World) and revolutionary; Herman Gorter, Dutch socialist and poet (May, Tiny Hero’s Poem); Edmond Fleg[enheimer], Swiss-French author (Ecoute Israel); Franz Jung, German writer and political activist; Albert Dieudonné, French actor and novelist (Backbiters, Napoleon); Eugene Ionesco, Romanian-French playwright (Rhinoceros, Bald Soprano); Eric Sevareid, American author and News correspondent (CBS); Frederik Pohl, American sci-fi author (3 Hugo, Gateway, Bipohl); Paul Rodenko, Dutch poet and author (Stolen Lover); Charles M. Schulz, American cartoonist (Peanuts); Marilynne Robinson, American writer (Gilead); Ethan Russell, American photographer and author (photographed covers for the Beatles, Rolling Stones and The Who); racy Hickman, American sci-fi author (Dragons of Spring Dawning); and Nico Slothouwer, Dutch poet (The Man and His Bag).

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me: Charles M. Schulz. 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

This week, I finished chapter twenty-one of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2, and posted it to the two online subscription writing sites I use.

Reviewers continue to check out my work and provided another nineteen critiques this week, bringing the total to 419. As always, there are 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. Please keep in mind that since these are first-draft chapters, things will likely be changed once I get to the editing phase. In the meantime, if you have any suggestions to improve the story, please let me know.

Uzza knocked on the door to Shatara’s room before putting the key in the lock. After opening the door, she pushed it open. Where is she?

Moments later, she heard the toilet flush. Oh.

Shatara entered the room and stopped. “Oh! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“That is okay.” Uzza smiled. “I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“Prince Hussein has given us permission to have our breakfast in the courtyard. We can stay for one hour.” Uzza wrinkled her nose. “Of course, someone will monitor us.” She turned toward the door. “Oh, do not forget your hijab.”

Shatara wrinkled her nose. “If we are just going to be in the courtyard, why must we wear it?”

“You know.” Uzza laughed. “We must protect our modesty from those to whom we are not related.”

Shatara sighed as she placed the white hijab over her head. “Understood. It’s just at home I didn’t have to wear it unless I left the house.” She toyed with the headscarf until her head, neck, and ears were covered. “I’m ready.”

Uzza unlocked the door, and they stepped into the corridor. She pointed to the right. “The stairs to the outside are at the end of the hall.” She walked along the corridor and climbed the stairs.” Cover your eyes—the sun will be bright for you.”

“Yes, thank you.” Shatara pulled the edge of the hijab over her eyes. “Even covering my eyes, it is very bright, and it hurts them.”

“Give me your hand. I’ll lead you to the table, which is protected by the branches of the date palm trees.” Uzza took Shatara’s hand and guided her.

“Oh! I can feel the temperature drop. We must be under the trees.” Shatara uncovered her eyes and glanced around. “What a beautiful courtyard. I love the fountain.”

“The fountain is beautiful but much better when the water is working.” Uzza pointed to a chair. “Please have a seat. I brought the food out earlier, so we’re ready to eat.”

After Shatara sat, she continued to scan the area. “I see there are two guards, but they both appeared to be asleep in their chairs. Their weapons are propped against the wall.”

“Do not tempt fate. If you move toward the wall, they will jump to their feet, grab their weapons and point them at you.”

Shatara grinned. “I was going to ask how easy it would be to climb the wall.”

“Even if the guards were not here and you could climb over it, you still would not be free. Prince Hussein owns the properties on either side of this one and behind it, too.” Uzza pointed to the one over the left wall. “He maintains his office in this building but lives in that one.”

“Have you ever been there?”

Uzza shook her head. “No. I know the prince entertains local dignitaries there, but I’ve never been invited to visit.”

“Hmm.” Shatara studied the wall again. “I am sure I could climb it. As a child, I loved to climb the date palms around our compound and jump onto the wall. I pretended I was climbing a mountain and could see for miles.”

Uzza laughed as she reached for a covered plate. “Let’s eat—I’m hungry.” She lifted the cover. “Shakshouka—one of my favorites.”

“Mine, too.” Shatara smiled. I love how the color of the scrambled eggs is offset by the red tomato sauce. The spicier the shakshouka is, the better for me.”

“I agree.” Uzza gestured toward a covered bowl. “Cook made more masoub to go with it and milk tea for us to drink.”

Shatara loaded a fork with eggs and brought it to her mouth, blowing on the steaming food before taking a tentative bite. “Fantastic!”

“Will you read to me after we eat?” Uzza pushed Shatara’s book across the table.

Shatara’s eyes narrowed. “Where did you get this?”

“While you were in the bathroom, I picked it up. I hope you do not mind.”

“I guess not. But next time, ask me first, okay?”

More next time.

I’m continuing to work on the new project as a co-author with Michael Maxwell, the author of over thirty novels. The tentative title is The Great Rebellion – Finn Harding Book One.  It’s a romantic alternate history of the American Civil War. I recently completed a new chapter three and sent it to Michael for approval, which came quickly. Now, I’m busy with a new chapter four.

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 2023 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

Randall’s Ramblings, November 19, 2023

At last! After six consecutive days of overcast skies and drizzle or rain, Mother Nature has taken pity on us as there’s a glimmer of sunshine to start today, and at least it’s not raining–although it’s in the forecast. It’s been too wet to get outside and clean up the fallen leaves, so hopefully, we’ll get a couple of consecutive dry days so I can do this as it doesn’t take long for the leaves to start rotting.

The Consumer Price Index dropped again last month, now down to 4.7 percent, which is better than the September rate of 6.3 percent. As with the Fed goal to get inflation down to two percent, the Bank of England wants to do the same for the UK.

There was another decrease in gasoline (petrol) prices this week, with a further two pence shaved off the price to £1.47 a liter. However, with the current exchange rate, the equivalent price of a U.S. gallon rose slightly to $6.91, and increase of three cents. Meanwhile, diesel dropped two pence a liter to £1.57, but with the exchange rate, this actually led to an increase of seven cents a gallon to $7.40.

I received good news yesterday. Ultimate Escalation, which is competing for the 2023 Chanticleer International Global Thriller Book Awards, has move from the slush pile to the long list. There’s still a long way to go in the competition, with the short list, the semi-finals, the finals, the announcement of the seven first in category winners, and the genre grand prize winner.  The final results won’t be announced until 20 April 2024 at the annual Chanticleer Authors’ Conference, but I’ll keep posting as Ultimate Escalation moves through the competition.

“I have been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly.” — Edgar Rice Burroughs. Compliments of https://selfpublishing.com/writing-quotes/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on November 19th, the third Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Lieuwe van Aitzema, Dutch historian (Matters of State & War); Mikhail Lomonosov, Russian scholar and poet; Wilhelm Dilthey, German philosopher (Das Leben Schleiermans); Karel van den Oever, Flemish author and poet (Geuzenstad); Fernand Crommelynck, Belgian playwright (Le Cocu Magnificent); Allen Tate, American poet (Mr Pope & Other Poems),; Anna Seghers [Netty Reiling], German author (The 7th Cross); Jack Schaefer, American author (Shane); Luc Tourneir [Christian J. H. Engles] Netherland-Curaçaon poet, artist, and doctor; (Emmanuel) “Emil” Braginsky, Soviet Russian screenwriter (The Irony of Fate); Zygmunt Bauman, Polish-born sociologist (Modernity and the Holocaust); Sharon Olds, American poet (“Stag’s Leap” – Pulitzer Prize for Poetry 2013); Peter Aykroyd, Canadian actor, comedian, and writer (SNL, 1980; PSI Factor); Sam Hamm, American screenwriter (Batman); Charlie Kaufman, American screenwriter (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind); Michael Wilbon, American sports analyst (The Washington Post; Ryukishi07 [real name unknown), Japanese mystery writer (When They Cry series); and Barry Jenkins, American director and writer (Medicine for Melancholy, Moonlight).

Any names familiar to you? There weren’t any for me this time. 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

This week, I finished chapter twenty of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2, and posted it to the two online subscription writing sites I use.

Reviewers provided another seventeen critiques this week, bringing the total to 400. 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. Please keep in mind that since these are first-draft chapters, things will likely be changed once I get to the editing phase. In the meantime, if you have any suggestions to improve the story, please let me know.

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.

I’m also working on a new project as a co-author with Michael Maxwell, the author of over thirty novels. The tentative title is The Great Rebellion – Finn Harding Book One.  It’s a romantic alternate history of the American Civil War. I recently completed a new chapter two and sent it to Michael for approval, which came quickly. Now, I’m busy with a new chapter three.

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 2023 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

Randall’s Ramblings, November 12, 2023

Over the past week, daytime temperatures have struggled to reach 50F (10C). The past two mornings, we’ve had ground frost. At the time of writing this, it was 28F (-2C), although there was plenty of sunshine.

In preparation for the local hedgehogs to begin their winter hibernation, we cleaned out the three houses they use in the back yard (garden) and filled them with fresh straw. The hedgehogs still come each night for food and water, but it won’t be long before they settle down for a sleep.

The price of gasoline (petrol) dropped another penny to £1.49 a liter.  With the pound dropping  against the dollar, the equivalent price of a U.S. gallon dropped by twenty-six cents to $6.88. Meanwhile, diesel also dropped another penny to £1.59 a liter, resulting is a fifteen-cent drop to $7.33 a gallon.

“There’s no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.” — Maya Angelou. Compliments of https://selfpublishing.com/writing-quotes/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on November 12th, the second Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Juana Ines de La Cruz, Mexican poet, nun and feminist (Primero Sueno); Jacobus Bellamy [Zelandus], Dutch poet; John Burke, Irish genealogist (Burke’s Peerage); Elizabeth Cady Stanton, American women’s rights activist, abolitionist and writer; Oskar Panizza, German writer (Das Liebeskonzil); Ben Travers, British playwright; DeWitt Wallace, American publisher who founded Readers Digest; Abraham van Oosten, Dutch poet and author (His Master’s Voice); Hans Werner Richter, German author (Socially Responsible Cinema, Gruppe 47); Harry Blackmun, American lawyer, jurist and 100th Supreme Court Justice (1970-94) who authored the Court’s opinion in Roe v. Wade; Luc Estang [Lucien Bastard], French writer (Stigmates); Pennar Davies, Welsh poet, author and theologian; Roland Barthes, French literary critic (L’Empire des Signer); Johan Polak, Dutch publisher and publicist (Bloom of Decadence); Michael Ende, German fantasy and children’s writer (The Neverending Story); Tonke Dragt, Dutch children’s author (Towers of February); Michael Bishop, American sci-fi author (Nebula, Stolen Faces); Tracy Kidder, American journalist and author (The Soul of a New Machine); Naomi Wolf, American author and feminist; and Damon Galgut, South African playwright and writer (2021 Booker Prize).

Any names familiar to you? There weren’t any for me this time. 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

This week, I finished chapter nineteen of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2, and posted it to the two online subscription writing sites I use.

Reviewers provided another sixteen critiques this week, bringing the total to 383. 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. Please keep in mind that since these are first-draft chapters, things will likely be changed once I get to the editing phase. In the meantime, if you have any suggestions to improve the story, please let me know.

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.”

More next time.

I’m also working on a new project as a co-author with Michael Maxwell, the author of over thirty novels. The tentative title is The Great Rebellion – Finn Harding Book One.  It’s a romantic alternate history of the American Civil War. More to follow on this later.

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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