Monday, February 19, 2018

A bartender with a patch over one eye. No way...

Arlo leans back a bit, caught off guard by the news. “If he had a good squad of fighters and was kicking FTG booty, why the sudden hatred for the two? Did he skim the profits or something?”

Cyclops looks inside the mug, sticks a thick, scummy finger down to the bottom and wiggles it around. When he draws it out there’s a squirming goobie fighting to get away. One Eye pops the hapless creature in his maw, back end first. The goobie’s eyes pop out even further as he disappears bit by bit into the drooling mouth. A final ‘scrunch’ and he’s gone. Cyclops sticks his thick black mucus covered tongue out, pieces of goobie parts still attached and then draws it back in slowly, sheer pleasure on his face. Then he frowns.

“Worse. He was weak. His orders was to just damage the convoy ships, not blast ‘em to pieces. He just wanted to kick the FTG in the balls. They wasn’t even supposed to take slaves. G’radian is a wuss and he showed it, over and over again.” Cyclops spits a few eyeballs on the floor and curses. At least I think it's a curse, hard to say. “All those FTG maggots just sittin’ there, ripe for the pickings. G’radian just let them go. It’s stupid and it has finally caught up to him.”
Our heroes have finally hit pay dirt! This cutthroat's bar has a Grochna barkeep with a taste for goobies and a grudge against G'radian.

We finally learn where our target has gone and why. But it seems there is more, and less, to G'radian and his son, Bolton, than FTG intel thinks. 

Things are starting to go sideways. AGAIN!

Now what do they do???

Time is running out fast...

Sunday, February 11, 2018

I love this bar... (apologises to Toby Keith)

A quick scan of the room tells me this establishment is pretty much like all the other holes we’ve been in. At the back of the room is a mind-altering-liquids dispensary with a huge Grockna behind the round bar. Holy crap, the barkeep has a crusty patch over one eye. You’ve got to be kidding. What is this, a pirate watering hole?

Looking around, I may have been closer to mark than I thought. Some of the ‘clientele’ here look like they just stepped out of an Errol Flynn movie set. On second thought, who’s to say that some of these characters haven’t visited Hollywood in the past? Just sayin’.

I shoulder my fat bunny body past equally intimidating creatures who barely acknowledge me. I get a few grunts and then a squeaky “puTTo!” when I step on a squids tentacles. I have no idea what that meant but don’t stop to exchange pleasantries.

Arlo and Jake have just entered the umpteenth water-hole, trying to find G'radian or one of his cohorts so they can infiltrate the thieves guild before the next ambush. Nothing seems to be going our heroes way today. So what's new.

Another great day at the storyboard, friends. Still pretty raw, but the plot thickens.

Hope you had a great weekend!

Be Cool

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Arlo and Jake are undercover and knee deep in the goo of Sewer City, an orbiting Space Trading Post in a far flung armpit of the Galaxy. They just entered one of the bars frequented by the scum-of-the-universe. The bar is hidden deep in bowels of the huge nightmarish collection of cast off freighters, cargo hulls and miscellaneous scrap.

They have to find G'radian, a villainous cad (technical term for 'scum bag') who has a score to settle with the FTG. If they don't find him quickly, another FTG supply convoy is going to be blasted into star dust.

This adventure is a big ol' bag of hoot, my friends. Lots of great new characters, species and a lot more 'tension'. The more I challenge my story the better it gets. My characters are stepping up and taking the stage away from me. And it's great!

My heroes are waiting for me open the door to the bar and let them get on with it. See you later, everyone.

Be Cool.

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Awesome writing day!!

I found the writing zone today, even though I had 2 appointments to deal with.

Instead of reading or watching the vapid drivel playing on the boob tube in the waiting rooms, I brought my laptop and continued writing on book 4 of my Arlo and Jake series.

It was amazing. I slipped on some earphones, cranked up a Shadows (Apache, Ghost Riders, FBI) medley and went to town! The words just seemed to flow like butter in a hot skillet.

I cranked out 3 chapters! Real, full-bodied chapters with beginnings, stuffing in the middle and enticing endings for all three chapters.

I introduced a couple of new characters, extended a pretty thin plot line, filled in a gaping story hole and set up the next couple of chapters!

I read and reread the new stuff and damn if I don't like it a bunch! It's coherent and fun. The plot moves forward!

The appointments went fine in case you're wondering ;-)

I really enjoyed hitting the keyboard and watching another piece of the story appear. I can't wait to do it again tomorrow. I hope my Muse is ready, 'cause I am.

I hope all my writer friends had a great day too!

Be cool.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

The little things...

Big things matter, of course, but it's the little, day to day things, that give life meaning.

Deb and I finally managed to give our neighbors a small plate of homemade goodies this year, just before Christmas. We've been wanting to do it every year and something always made us forget or we just got too busy. The plate had homemade fudge, snicker doodles, divinity, rum balls and anise pizzelles. We went around to a few houses and got a chance to say hi and spread a little cheer.

I try to talk with my neighbors whenever I see them in their yards or walking the sidewalk or just sitting on the porch. Yes some of my neighbors actually sit outside on swings and on their porches ;-) Most I just have to catch when they are outside to do yard work.

The little conversations, sometimes no more than 'Hi, how are you doing?', make my day. From the smiles we both have I think it boosts their day just a little too.

I had a chance to recommend a lawn service to a neighbor just the other day. A simple thing. A two minute conversation about my newly sodded lawn and how good it looked. The shade from mature trees in Texas will slowly kill some grasses underneath. Mike, my lawn expert, said I should try zoysia when I needed to replace the struggling Bermuda in my yards.

My neighbor was outside doing some yard work and we had a short talk about the weather (very cold for Texas) and the bare spots under his trees. He asked about my yard and I promised to give him Mike's info.

Yesterday we got a small envelope in the mail box, simply labeled 'Gary and Debbie'. Inside was a thank you for the treats and the info.

It was a small gesture. A hand written note of thanks. But it made my day. And I know that the next time I see them in the yard we'll say our 'hi's and the smiles will return.