Finally Released! Particularly Dangerous Work: Part 2, Lost at Sea
Today we call it “multi-tasking.” I hate that fabricated word. I have to imagine it was created by one of those persnickety corporate efficiency experts. No doubt that person fanaticized about workers typing on four keyboards at one time (each hand and foot on a keyboard with toes and fingers banging at 240 wpm).
Multi-tasking, which is really just the art of juggling too many tasks at the same time, is out of control in the twenty-first century. I do it. I have two computers, two screens, two mice, and two keyboards on my desk. It enables me to look at one computer screen while typing on the other computer’s keyboard. Sometimes I’ll set my laptop off to the side for a third device, though I haven’t yet learned to type with my toes.
Even on my days off (I’m self-employed, so there really is no such thing) I multi-task. I start a load of laundry while I mow the grass. I wash dishes while I cook. I accomplish a lot that way, but I find myself hitting that brick wall of exhaustion more frequently.
The only time I refuse to multi-task is while driving. I seem to be in the minority. The other drivers that straddle the yellow line, weave onto the shoulder, and cut people off seem to have mastered the art of multi-tasking behind the wheel – so they apparently think. They continually text, reach for that box of chocolates that fell into the floorboard when they swerved, remove articles of clothing, apply beautification products, shave, and anything else they can fumble through while trying to control a 3,000+ pound piece of machinery barreling down the highway at 85mph. It is not amazing that they cause so many accidents; it is amazing that more of them don’t end up in the morgue. We don’t need self driving cars, but we do need responsible drivers. I digress.
By necessity authors bare a little bit of their souls in everything they write. I am no exception. I am constantly, sometimes embarrassingly, aware of how much of my individuality ends up in my prose (and, no, I am not referring to romantic encounters). Aspects of both parts 1 and 2 of Particularly Dangerous Work read to me like an allegory of my soul.
In example, Rodrigo, the protagonist, is the ultimate multi-tasker. He juggles diplomacy, romance, and espionage, never once letting a pin hit the ground. Oh, he falters, but keeps on going because he must. He is driven to see things through no matter what. Sometimes he takes the more difficult approach simply because the easier way somehow seems wrong. The prospect of failure terrifies him, not because he might be shot before a Gestapo firing squad, but because he fears the exposure of his human frailties. I’ll stop the analogy here, because I fear that I have already exposed a few of my own human frailties. Can’t. Let. That. Happen.
In any case, I hope you will buy my books! Particularly Dangerous Work: Part 1, At Waters’ Edge, has received excellent reviews, and I hope Part 2, Lost at Sea, will as well. Part 2 picks up right where Part 1 leaves off, so it should be a seamless transition jumping right into Part 2.
This second part will take readers into the grit of the middle years of World War II in the European theatre. The Nazi stranglehold on France intensifies, and Rodrigo observes a once proud nation subjected to the grossest of indignities. Rodrigo exacts his revenge while the Germans plot and execute their invasion of Russia. The United States enters the war, and Rodrigo struggles to contain his joy at the prospect of American industrial capacity and fighting prowess joining force with the weary but resolute British Allies. Like Part 1, Part 2 should take readers on an emotional roller coaster of romance and despair, daring adventures, and nail biting intrigue.
https://www.bluewatertales.com
Multi-tasking, which is really just the art of juggling too many tasks at the same time, is out of control in the twenty-first century. I do it. I have two computers, two screens, two mice, and two keyboards on my desk. It enables me to look at one computer screen while typing on the other computer’s keyboard. Sometimes I’ll set my laptop off to the side for a third device, though I haven’t yet learned to type with my toes.
Even on my days off (I’m self-employed, so there really is no such thing) I multi-task. I start a load of laundry while I mow the grass. I wash dishes while I cook. I accomplish a lot that way, but I find myself hitting that brick wall of exhaustion more frequently.
The only time I refuse to multi-task is while driving. I seem to be in the minority. The other drivers that straddle the yellow line, weave onto the shoulder, and cut people off seem to have mastered the art of multi-tasking behind the wheel – so they apparently think. They continually text, reach for that box of chocolates that fell into the floorboard when they swerved, remove articles of clothing, apply beautification products, shave, and anything else they can fumble through while trying to control a 3,000+ pound piece of machinery barreling down the highway at 85mph. It is not amazing that they cause so many accidents; it is amazing that more of them don’t end up in the morgue. We don’t need self driving cars, but we do need responsible drivers. I digress.
By necessity authors bare a little bit of their souls in everything they write. I am no exception. I am constantly, sometimes embarrassingly, aware of how much of my individuality ends up in my prose (and, no, I am not referring to romantic encounters). Aspects of both parts 1 and 2 of Particularly Dangerous Work read to me like an allegory of my soul.
In example, Rodrigo, the protagonist, is the ultimate multi-tasker. He juggles diplomacy, romance, and espionage, never once letting a pin hit the ground. Oh, he falters, but keeps on going because he must. He is driven to see things through no matter what. Sometimes he takes the more difficult approach simply because the easier way somehow seems wrong. The prospect of failure terrifies him, not because he might be shot before a Gestapo firing squad, but because he fears the exposure of his human frailties. I’ll stop the analogy here, because I fear that I have already exposed a few of my own human frailties. Can’t. Let. That. Happen.
In any case, I hope you will buy my books! Particularly Dangerous Work: Part 1, At Waters’ Edge, has received excellent reviews, and I hope Part 2, Lost at Sea, will as well. Part 2 picks up right where Part 1 leaves off, so it should be a seamless transition jumping right into Part 2.
This second part will take readers into the grit of the middle years of World War II in the European theatre. The Nazi stranglehold on France intensifies, and Rodrigo observes a once proud nation subjected to the grossest of indignities. Rodrigo exacts his revenge while the Germans plot and execute their invasion of Russia. The United States enters the war, and Rodrigo struggles to contain his joy at the prospect of American industrial capacity and fighting prowess joining force with the weary but resolute British Allies. Like Part 1, Part 2 should take readers on an emotional roller coaster of romance and despair, daring adventures, and nail biting intrigue.
https://www.bluewatertales.com
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