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April 17, 2012
Excerpt from The Saltness of Time
I do one blog post and let it sit for too long and then I do too many over a short period of time.
I'm sure most writers fall in love with certain of their passages. This is one of my favorites:
Maybe it was the lack of sound that made me believe the acres of snow had become a vast sounding board stretching over the prairie and bringing to me the vibrations of its past. But there was no doubt to me then, nor is there now, that I heard Indian ponies passing in the night and I could feel the heart throbs of a terror-struck pioneer family, huddled, praying for God to protect their lives in a dismal soddie. I heard, then, too, the shouts of children in an ancient Pawnee settlement, ignorant of what would follow a Spaniard's search for gold. I heard a shovel scoop out earth to make room for a tiny coffin and sobs tore at my heart. My body was rocked by the thuds of buffalo bodies, one after another, hitting the prairie as a hunter decimated a herd. And then I actually felt the vibrations as the first plow ripped the sod and make the entire prairie sigh. It sighed the word 'land.' Land, it's a word as magic as the sea, isn't it. There even reached to me the sounds of monster fish from when Kansas was, for thousands of years, a great inland sea, only to dry up, like dreams, and leave beds of salt and shark's teeth for a Kansas boy to wonder at.
The Saltness of Time
For the grammarians out there: should that be sharks' teeth?
I'm sure most writers fall in love with certain of their passages. This is one of my favorites:
Maybe it was the lack of sound that made me believe the acres of snow had become a vast sounding board stretching over the prairie and bringing to me the vibrations of its past. But there was no doubt to me then, nor is there now, that I heard Indian ponies passing in the night and I could feel the heart throbs of a terror-struck pioneer family, huddled, praying for God to protect their lives in a dismal soddie. I heard, then, too, the shouts of children in an ancient Pawnee settlement, ignorant of what would follow a Spaniard's search for gold. I heard a shovel scoop out earth to make room for a tiny coffin and sobs tore at my heart. My body was rocked by the thuds of buffalo bodies, one after another, hitting the prairie as a hunter decimated a herd. And then I actually felt the vibrations as the first plow ripped the sod and make the entire prairie sigh. It sighed the word 'land.' Land, it's a word as magic as the sea, isn't it. There even reached to me the sounds of monster fish from when Kansas was, for thousands of years, a great inland sea, only to dry up, like dreams, and leave beds of salt and shark's teeth for a Kansas boy to wonder at.
The Saltness of Time
For the grammarians out there: should that be sharks' teeth?
"Downswing:" a Story for Golfers
Golf once was an addiction for me. Good thing I wasn't better at it or I'd still be in rehab. I loved playing the game, (though play here seems really the wrong word). But I couldn't get any better at it. Became increasingly frustrated. And it cost too much money and took too much time. I gave it up. I still love it. It's the one sport I watch on television without caring who is playing or winning. I'm in KC and I watch the Royals on the rare stints when they are doing well. I watch the Chiefs. Of course I watch KU basketball. But the truth is. I don't watch much baseball, football or basketball unless my local team is involved. I think that means I'm not a true fan of those sports. Not so golf. The Masters is my Christmas. I'll watch any tournament. I love the game. To hit a golf ball well is an extraordinary feeling.
I have never been a person jealous of other people. I don't care if someone has a bigger, nicer home car etc. than I have. But one time I was invited to play at Kansas City Country Club (when it was the home course of Tom Watson). Being a public course player I was used to keeping up with the group before me and looking back to see that I wasn't holding up the group behind me. But at this country club we would actually stop our carts in the middle of a hole and just sit and chat. I was jealous.
Downswing is a short story I'm rather surprised I'm publishing. I can't imagine it will appeal to many people. Golfers, yes, who are also of a certain sensitivity. Downswing was written out of a desire to see if I could capture in words so many feelings I had on the golf course: The beauty of the setting, the frustrations, the glories, and the inner soul of a golfer.
It's a story of only 2,500 words, so I'm pricing it as low as I can on Kindle at 99 cents. Kindle edition
Other readers can find it at Smashwords. Other ereaders
It may be an attractive length for those who are now reading on smartphones.
Comments and reviews always welcome. Be interesting to know if Downswing resonates with anybody.
I have never been a person jealous of other people. I don't care if someone has a bigger, nicer home car etc. than I have. But one time I was invited to play at Kansas City Country Club (when it was the home course of Tom Watson). Being a public course player I was used to keeping up with the group before me and looking back to see that I wasn't holding up the group behind me. But at this country club we would actually stop our carts in the middle of a hole and just sit and chat. I was jealous.
Downswing is a short story I'm rather surprised I'm publishing. I can't imagine it will appeal to many people. Golfers, yes, who are also of a certain sensitivity. Downswing was written out of a desire to see if I could capture in words so many feelings I had on the golf course: The beauty of the setting, the frustrations, the glories, and the inner soul of a golfer.
It's a story of only 2,500 words, so I'm pricing it as low as I can on Kindle at 99 cents. Kindle edition
Other readers can find it at Smashwords. Other ereaders
It may be an attractive length for those who are now reading on smartphones.
Comments and reviews always welcome. Be interesting to know if Downswing resonates with anybody.
Never accept a book you can't burn
Upon reading an article in NYT today that Muslim group is giving away the Koran in Germany with the goal of putting into every household, I thought to myself: I don't want a book in my house that I can't burn. Reminded me, too, of a character in my political comedy SPILL who is running for office and has been accused of burning Bibles, to which he replies: "I have never burned a Bible, although I do think there are far too many of them in the world."
April 15, 2012
Wanted to revisit my first epublished work: The Strange Case of James Kirkland Pilley
Last spring, The Strange Case of James Kirkland Pilley was the first book I epublished. I thought it time to re-promote it. I think Stephen King fans will like it. Here is what one reviewer had to say:
Synopsis: "Edward Hawthorne had no premonition of the first disturbing and later horrifying consequences that would result from his joining the Friends of Pilley Park Garden Society."
Thus begins "The Strange Case of James Kirkland Pilley" a tale H.P. Lovecraft fans will dip into and not emerge until they have learned why neighbors around Pilley park start acting strange, murderous and suicidal when the park's garden pond is drained for repairs and a city codes enforcement officer finds a document from the past that tells of the extraordinary discovery made by Pilley during a Civil War battle on the park's site.
My Thoughts: Randy Attwood said that he used the Cthulu Mythos as an inspiration for this chilling story; I can definitely see the influence. As the story progresses, and people grow mad and/or kill themselves and others, we learn more about the reason, and the sense of dread grows, as does the sense of unreality. It all starts when a man who has a home at the edge of a park decides that the old, swampy pond needs to be cleaned out and a new, more pristine lily pond made in its place. But as the water is removed from the area, strange happens commence. What is the source of the strangeness, the sense of unease, and the odd behavior of those who live in the area?
While this is short – a novella at most – a lot of story is crammed into it. I highly recommend it for those who are fans of the eerie and strange.
Synopsis: "Edward Hawthorne had no premonition of the first disturbing and later horrifying consequences that would result from his joining the Friends of Pilley Park Garden Society."
Thus begins "The Strange Case of James Kirkland Pilley" a tale H.P. Lovecraft fans will dip into and not emerge until they have learned why neighbors around Pilley park start acting strange, murderous and suicidal when the park's garden pond is drained for repairs and a city codes enforcement officer finds a document from the past that tells of the extraordinary discovery made by Pilley during a Civil War battle on the park's site.
My Thoughts: Randy Attwood said that he used the Cthulu Mythos as an inspiration for this chilling story; I can definitely see the influence. As the story progresses, and people grow mad and/or kill themselves and others, we learn more about the reason, and the sense of dread grows, as does the sense of unreality. It all starts when a man who has a home at the edge of a park decides that the old, swampy pond needs to be cleaned out and a new, more pristine lily pond made in its place. But as the water is removed from the area, strange happens commence. What is the source of the strangeness, the sense of unease, and the odd behavior of those who live in the area?
While this is short – a novella at most – a lot of story is crammed into it. I highly recommend it for those who are fans of the eerie and strange.
Tornadoes and "One More Victim"
Sometimes, the old newsman comes out in me. The excitement of a newsroom when a major story is breaking is a thrill indeed. Getting the photographers and the reporters to the scene, assembling all they bring back into a print package for the next morning's paper. Heady stuff.
Last night, as the tornadoes raked through the midwest, I turned to twitter and facebook. They have, indeed, become the new Associated Press, complete with eye witness accounts and photos from cell phones.
I realized that if I were a managing editor today I would not only have to send my photographers and reporters to the scene but I would have to have people monitoring all the facebook and twitter accounts and youtube reports and collating them for our own online presentation to readers who want the latest from one source.
What a challenge.
And the subject of tornadoes always brings me to the point that a critical element of "One More Victim" is a tornado:
"..it seemed wrong that I could remember the tornado that killed Mother, but I had no memory of her"
One More Victim
Last night, as the tornadoes raked through the midwest, I turned to twitter and facebook. They have, indeed, become the new Associated Press, complete with eye witness accounts and photos from cell phones.
I realized that if I were a managing editor today I would not only have to send my photographers and reporters to the scene but I would have to have people monitoring all the facebook and twitter accounts and youtube reports and collating them for our own online presentation to readers who want the latest from one source.
What a challenge.
And the subject of tornadoes always brings me to the point that a critical element of "One More Victim" is a tornado:
"..it seemed wrong that I could remember the tornado that killed Mother, but I had no memory of her"
One More Victim
April 14, 2012
On Point Review for "Crazy About You"
Thank you, Nancy, for this review of Crazy About You. "read again" hits a writer's bell right where it rings.
"Having grown up in the area where this book is based, Randy hit all the right "notes". Great development of all the characters, well developed story line. Will remain in library (i.e. is a read again)!!"
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"Having grown up in the area where this book is based, Randy hit all the right "notes". Great development of all the characters, well developed story line. Will remain in library (i.e. is a read again)!!"
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April 13, 2012
Find the Tone; Find the Voice; Find the Truth
I encountered Leonard Cohen long after I had written all that I had written. But when I heard him, he astounded me. He expressed in this one song all the pain and mystery I was after in so many of my stories. Amazing. How could he achieve in so few notes and stanzas what I had tried to do in thousands of words? That's music for you. It probably came before we had words, maybe more efficient. And Leonard's genius.
Cohen's Suzanne
I listen now to that song and can hold entire in my mind Crazy About You, which has its own Suzanne. But when One More Victim occupies me, his Suzanne also resonates to Kathy's story.
I have discovered a new joy for this writer: I can distill the essence of each work into a feeling and remember that feeling in a way I imagine only I, and no reader, can experience. To find a song that also expresses that feeling is ecstasy, indeed. Thank you, Leonard.
Cohen's Suzanne
I listen now to that song and can hold entire in my mind Crazy About You, which has its own Suzanne. But when One More Victim occupies me, his Suzanne also resonates to Kathy's story.
I have discovered a new joy for this writer: I can distill the essence of each work into a feeling and remember that feeling in a way I imagine only I, and no reader, can experience. To find a song that also expresses that feeling is ecstasy, indeed. Thank you, Leonard.
April 9, 2012
Picking some favorite lines from my own works
Thought it would be interesting to quote favorite lines from some of my various works:
Crazy About You Dad had worked on his teeth and found him to be perfectly normal. "Now that he's killed his family."
The 41st Sermon "Christianity used the Jewish god, a god who is everything and by being everything ended up being a big fat nothing...."
One More Victim I believe what I did was right, but why does it sit still so heavily upon my soul?
Rabbletown: Life in These United Christian States of Holy America "We've got to fornicate again tonight, Bob.""So soon?"
The Saltness of Time I wanted to go to her, to touch her, touch her in that manner any of us will want to touch a person we are with who is near death. But that natural instinct, I have to tell you, was wiped away by a palpable fear, a fear that if I went near her at that moment, the blast from her open soul would sear my own.
SPILL: Big Oil + Sex = Game On ...she twisted the bar towel in her hands as though wringing thoughts out of her brain.
Then and Now: the Harmony of the Instantaneous All "And when did you fall in love with me?""I woke up with it the morning after I met you,"
Crazy About You Dad had worked on his teeth and found him to be perfectly normal. "Now that he's killed his family."
The 41st Sermon "Christianity used the Jewish god, a god who is everything and by being everything ended up being a big fat nothing...."
One More Victim I believe what I did was right, but why does it sit still so heavily upon my soul?
Rabbletown: Life in These United Christian States of Holy America "We've got to fornicate again tonight, Bob.""So soon?"
The Saltness of Time I wanted to go to her, to touch her, touch her in that manner any of us will want to touch a person we are with who is near death. But that natural instinct, I have to tell you, was wiped away by a palpable fear, a fear that if I went near her at that moment, the blast from her open soul would sear my own.
SPILL: Big Oil + Sex = Game On ...she twisted the bar towel in her hands as though wringing thoughts out of her brain.
Then and Now: the Harmony of the Instantaneous All "And when did you fall in love with me?""I woke up with it the morning after I met you,"
"One More Victim" picks up another nice review
"One More Victim" received a nice and interesting review. Really appreciate it when readers take the time to leave comments.
I'm an older gentleman living out in the boonies, so sometimes I forget that the world has seemingly sped up, even as I've slowed down. Having said that, this book felt like a duststorm packed in a tornado and wraped in a hurricane. And I say that in the most flattering way. Attwood (this is my first experience with this author, and I'm pleased to say a suprisingly delightful one) manages to include so much backstory in such a short space that I couldn't help but feel a bit rushed...and yet it didn't feel rushed. It was just the right backstory and it was well constructed. The story itself was such a delight to discover. It left me breathless.
Review on Amazon
Background for "One More Victim" on this blogpost:
Buy the Novella for $2.99
I'm an older gentleman living out in the boonies, so sometimes I forget that the world has seemingly sped up, even as I've slowed down. Having said that, this book felt like a duststorm packed in a tornado and wraped in a hurricane. And I say that in the most flattering way. Attwood (this is my first experience with this author, and I'm pleased to say a suprisingly delightful one) manages to include so much backstory in such a short space that I couldn't help but feel a bit rushed...and yet it didn't feel rushed. It was just the right backstory and it was well constructed. The story itself was such a delight to discover. It left me breathless.
Review on Amazon
Background for "One More Victim" on this blogpost:
Buy the Novella for $2.99
April 7, 2012
Blown Away By This Review of Crazy About You
I've been remiss in not checking to see if new reviews arrive for my works. Just found this one for "Crazy About You." I cannot tell you how much this review meant to me and how many good wishes I send Pamela's way!
Very good and enlightening book! I have suffered from severe depression - therefore I have spent time in the mental health wing of the hospital and have also spent time at the Homewood Health Care Centre in Guelph, Ontario, Canada. (It was originally called the Homewood Asylum) Thankfully I AM doing much better now and am no longer depressed. This book caught my attention because it was about an Asylum and from my experience I know that not everyone inside is scary crazy or dangerous, and the author does a good job of explaining this as well. I was curious to see how the author would portray life inside the asylum and found it interesting. It's sad to read of abusive staff members but this book does take place in the 50's and I'm happy to say that I didn't see any sign of that in any of my experiences. The story is a good one and the main character Brad is someone the reader can root for (although he is way too focused on sex! But maybe all guys are like that at that age - what do I know - I'm not a guy). There is a lot going on in this story and I don't want to spoil it for you. I recommend you get this book and read it for yourself.
http://www.amazon.com/product-reviews/B005DC623E/
Please know that I donate $1 of each sale to my local folks who work the suicide hotline for the area in Kansas City.
Very good and enlightening book! I have suffered from severe depression - therefore I have spent time in the mental health wing of the hospital and have also spent time at the Homewood Health Care Centre in Guelph, Ontario, Canada. (It was originally called the Homewood Asylum) Thankfully I AM doing much better now and am no longer depressed. This book caught my attention because it was about an Asylum and from my experience I know that not everyone inside is scary crazy or dangerous, and the author does a good job of explaining this as well. I was curious to see how the author would portray life inside the asylum and found it interesting. It's sad to read of abusive staff members but this book does take place in the 50's and I'm happy to say that I didn't see any sign of that in any of my experiences. The story is a good one and the main character Brad is someone the reader can root for (although he is way too focused on sex! But maybe all guys are like that at that age - what do I know - I'm not a guy). There is a lot going on in this story and I don't want to spoil it for you. I recommend you get this book and read it for yourself.
http://www.amazon.com/product-reviews/B005DC623E/
Please know that I donate $1 of each sale to my local folks who work the suicide hotline for the area in Kansas City.
