Erma Bombeck said, If life is a bowl of cherries, what am I doing in the pits. This adage was also a novel title of hers. One of the most humorous writers ever. I’ve read every book she wrote. Life can be a struggle and slogging your way through the day can prove to be a challenge. I’m no different. Half of the time, my smile is painted.
No September blog post, allow me to apologize if you waited patiently only to be disappointed. Yeah, sure, okay. A busy and eventful month. Sadness struck my realm. My cat, Mr. Kitty, aged 15, passed away Monday, 12 September. The cancer took him away from me. I hate cancer.
In between the hustle and the bustle, I’ve completed seventy-five percent of my current manuscript, Sequence, volume two of the Sideways Eight Series. It’s moving right along. I want to offer a shout to those who have taken the time to whack me upside the head critiquing and offering excellent advice after reading each chapter. Without them, I wouldn’t be as far as I am. To Claire, Joe, Lynne, Norm, Randy, and Rikon, I tip my hat and here’s some chocolate.
The next few chapters may suffer. Next week, the video game, Gears of War 4 releases, and I can’t resist meeting Marcus Fenix’s son JD (James Dominic). The graphic creators did a marvelous job on this animated character. He’s an amazing blend of his father Marcus and mother Anya Stroud. What a love story those two had that spanned over ten years until they tied the knot. I miss Marcus and Dom. May Dom rest in peace. I hope he found his Maria. Heartbreaking.
Gears of War is also a novel series. One wouldn’t expect it to be so well written and an exciting read. Remove the stereotype that video games can’t jump into another section of the fine arts world. Author Karen Traviss, shows just how awesome women can write futuristic combat thrillers. The first novel, Aspho Fields, is one of my favorites. And people think gamers can’t read or have a brain. Wrong. Some of the most intelligent people I know are gamers.
The other day, my little hands snatched a copy of Killing Floor, the first book in the Jack Reacher series, authored by Lee Child. I scarfed ten novels at a secondhand bookstore. A dollar each. Okay, I’m not trying to be mean, but his writing is … no comment. The story, excellent. His dialogue a masterpiece. Character creation better than most, but the style suffers.
Worse, I wish Hollywood would get with the program and cast characters as close as possible to the writer’s vision. Jack Reacher is a six feet four, blondie. Tom Cruise? Really? He’s a five feet five rabbit with hideous hair. Armie Hammer would have been an excellent choice as Jack Reacher. I’d settle for Thor, Chris Hemsworth in a pinch. Not a fan. Sorry, Australia. However, I loved him in The Heart of the Sea. Aka Moby-Dick. Tom Cruise? Proof movies are political. Don’t get me started on politics. Our country is going to hell in November.
Soon the leaves will change colors and mother earth will declare fall is here. So happy. I hate summer.