A Hypothetical Kneed For Down Time

 Let's say some guy--not me, you understand, but just some hypothetical person--started to get a little ache in his knee. Maybe it started, for example, from lifting a sick 75 pound dog into a car, or maybe his job moved to a new place and he was climbing a lot of stairs he wasn't used to, something like that.

This is strictly hypothetical.

Now, let's say it got to hurting him, but after a couple of weeks it started getting better. So he--it could be a she--put on a knee brace and decided to mow his lawn, in the theory that it would test how serious this particular medical malfunction could be.

It would be like running your lawn mower until a wheel fell off. Which this hypothetical person also did. Allegedly.


And let's say the next day this person couldn't walk.

Would you call this person an idiot?

You would? Oh. Well, it's hypothetical. Still, you'll be happy to know that you'd be in agreement with his wife, his dog, the doctor, and himself. But if this whole thing had actually happened, you can be sure he would have learned his lesson, especially when the pain got so bad he couldn't even sit propped in a chair, working on his writing, because it hurt to much to concentrate.

Hypothetically.

Brace yourself!
 

So that guy would probably suck it up, get the x-ray, take the pain med, and stay home in a chair with his foot propped up even if the weekend weather was great. There comes an age where you can't just push through this kind of thing, even if there are yards to mow and bushes to trim, and chores from last year he never got around to. It's hard for some people to not feel productive, in one way or another, but hey--there are always books to read.

Still, it makes a person think. That's more than this person was doing when he wore himself down to begin with.

Hypothetically.


Let's face it: It's not the dumbest thing this hypothetical personal ever did.


A Writer's Search History

With the dog and I both sick and the weather a study in hell, I haven't felt like going outside. The last time this happened, I spent a few days doing internet searches for:

Antique fire trucks, natural cliff climbing spots near Chicago, Harlequin Great Dane dogs, climbing and rappelling gear, highway cuts, dog lift harnesses, the most common Louisiana surnames, antique car restoration, and first names for men and women.

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I do my research with dogged determination.


Either the infection reached my brain, or it was time for another novel research session.

Not that I don't have plenty of other work to do, in submitting, editing, and promoting other book projects. Oh, and my day job, which is at night. But when it comes to submitting, there's a certain amount of waiting involved, anyway. So I came up with an idea for a new story, and sometimes a writer just wants to kick back and do the fun stuff, which for me is researching, creating characters, and writing that first draft. I mean, fun when it's not frustrating.

At least I won't get as much Federal attention as when I started work on The Source Emerald, and researched such things as the FBI, jewel smuggling, cross country travel routes, and types of handguns.

So ... what kind of story should I research for next?

When I started writing the Storm Chaser books, I did so much weather research I should have earned a meteorology degree.

 

Beta Readers Needed

This is something I should have done, and planned to do, years ago. Because if you're going to procrastinate, procrastinate like a boss! Eventually.

I'm looking for beta readers for my unpublished novels. Now, many of your know what this means, but since I've never been completely clear on it myself, here's my definition:

An alpha reader is that first person (or people) who go over an author's work. For me that's my wife, who's a talented editor and also doesn't put up with my crap. A beta reader is reading not as an editor, but as a reader--for fun, which is good, because they don't get paid. (Neither does my alpha reader, although I do bribe her from time to time.)

The beta reader is just looking at the big picture: What works for them, what doesn't, what's confusing, why a cat is mentioned in chapter one but never appears again. That last one actually happened to me. Their reward is getting to read a new book before almost anyone else does, without paying for it. Or possibly, depending on how much the author has his crap together, it's their punishment.

 

Believe it or not, in addition to my eleven published works I have four "finished" manuscripts being shipped around to editors or agents, two more in the final stages, and another that's going to be finished up this fall (I hope). It's the four done ones that I'd like to get fresh eyes on, so if anyone would like to volunteer to read one, I'd be extremely grateful. They include:

Summer Jobs Are Murder, a young adult mystery:

Cassidy Quinn’s summer vacation wasn’t supposed to include witnessing a murder—or being the main suspect. Now she and her oddball family have to find out where her best friend has disappeared to, why the dead man looks just like her friend’s father, and how she can afford to buy a car on minimum page. Oh, and who’s stalking her. 

 

Beowulf: In Harm's Way, a science fiction space opera:

Paul Gage and Sachiko Endo almost single-handedly won the first battle of an interstellar conflict--but no one seems to know how they did it. To protect their war heroes, the Space Fleet sends them far from action, with a tiny, untested patrol ship and a green crew. As long as they can keep the engines running everything should be fine, but Gage is convinced the Beowulf is headed for trouble. By the time they finish dealing with an invisible spy vessel, an invading ship full of children, and a psychiatrist with her own agenda, the crew starts to believe him … and that’s before an enemy fleet shows up where it can’t be.

  

We Love Trouble, a humorous mystery with supernatural elements:

Wulfgar the dog sees ghosts—but never the ones he wants to see, like murder victims who could identify their killers. That's a problem when his humans find a dead man and an injured teen in an Indiana State Park. Nothing is ever an accident for Travis and Victoria Noble, who are so often suspects themselves they have bond money on speed dial--soon they're surrounded by bodies, suspects, horses, and the odd conspiracy or two. It's all Wulfgar can do to keep his adventure-loving humans out of jail themselves … or worse, he could soon be seeing their ghosts, too.


The Source Emerald, a modern fantasy (apparently this kind are described as "low fantasy"):

Rookie FBI Agent Lilly McCray’s first assignment is easy: Follow up on the sudden appearance of valuable emeralds across the country. The odd part is that the gems keep popping up in locations related to L. Frank Baum, author of The Wizard of Oz.

Lilly doesn’t give that coincidence much thought, until she confronts a little blonde girl who might be a smuggling ringleader—but who claims to be Dorothy Gale, Princess of Oz. Before Lilly knows it inanimate objects talk, people disappear into thin air, and she and Dorothy must go on the run from evil magics that threaten to tear two worlds apart … and it’s not a dream.

 

So, if anyone's interested in reviewing a new novel, let me know, and I'll e-mail the manuscript to you. All I ask for is an honest opinion, no line editing necessary, although I certainly appreciate being told when I mispell mispell.

 

Have a read and a drink.