Story

For the few who tune into this blogspot from time to time, an apology for not being as faithful in writing these epistles as I should have been. I've been diverted by a story.

A couple of months ago, I had inspiration on a story line which holds some promise. So far I am about 51,000 words into it. I know where the story starts, where it ends, and quite a bit about the middle. For the most part, though, I have put off several other activities I usually indulge myself in on the internet in favor of something I do for myself. This blog is one such casualty as is my geocaching.

For instance, I've effectively started deleting e-mails from people who send me e-mails telling me of the evils of the current administration. If they want to support nut-jobs who go waving guns and/or threats at protest rallys, it's their right. If they think that I'm a "Moran" (actual spelling on an actual protest sign) for not agreeing with them or Fox News, so be it.

Actually, the main character in this story I am writing takes a pragmatic view of the world, billing himself as "The last bastion of freedom in an otherwise bleak and hopeless land." Yes, I have cast part of myself as the main character in this little melodrama I am writing. I really don't put too much faith in the radical right or the radical left who are rattling their cages looking for radical change. Both sides have some valid arguements about their positions, but neither side is completely sinless.

The heroine in this story I'm writing is based a lot on the Lovely Miss Carol... a red-headed nurse who has been on a parallel path with the hero in the story... it just took her a while to figure it out. In her defense, the hero of the story was also on a parallel path and it took him a while to figure it out. Fair is fair, don't you see?

I have incorporated elements of my prior life in the broadcasting industry into the story, as well as some of the people/personalities who had been involved. There are a couple of incidents which I would like to incorporate into the story which have not found a place in the narrative. There was the time that the owner of a radio station I worked for came in from Chicago and left his hat, a Homborg (sp?), in the studio where I was working. He called me directly when he got to the airport in Columbus asking if I had seen the hat and requesting that I mail it back to him in Chicago. There was also the "Who's Norm Shor?" episode which was played out a couple of times... Norm is a dear friend who is now in the clutches of the dreaded Alzheimer's disease. I do plan to pay homage to him somehow in the story (as I have with a couple of other friends who are now on the other side of the grass).

I am having fun with this story, really, I am. I hope to be able to complete it at some point in the next couple of months. During the meanwhilst, I hope that you will not be put off by the lack of verbiage in this particular little corner.

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