Saturday, August 17, 2019

It's Way Too Early...

...for writer's block...but my great start on Chrysalis has dissipated like a morning fog under a hot sun...

It's not really writer's block...I'm just having second thoughts about where I want to take this story...2,000 words into it and I'm struggling with some details and how I want to relate them...hoping a weekend of reflection will help me resolve this...
...at least I hope it's temporary.
But speaking of morning fog...
...that was my view on the links today when I started.

Thankfully this was a day when I was hitting 'em straight most of the time...so I just counted off 150 yards or so and voila, yellow golf ball lying in the fairway.
Played pretty well...bogey golf through 8, with only 1 double bogey, offset by a par...then stumbled on 9 and slunk off the course after carding a 5 on the short par 3.

Oh well...it was a gorgeous morning by the time I was headed home...
...gotta love that summer sunshine.
Karen wanted to hit the sidewalk sales in Saugatuck, which turned out to be a very enjoyable afternoon...
...where we saw this hopeful sign posted by an optimistic vendor:
...hope springs eternal, I guess.

Also spotted this very cool fixture in one of the stores...
...an original, rusted out 1952 Chevy truck grille repurposed as a light...not for sale fortunately, otherwise I'd probably be the proud owner of...
In sad news, I'm sorry to report the discontinuation of the Rodger's Ramblings section of this blog...
...as Rodger is no longer doing the long haul trucking thang...

His new gig is...w a i t  for it...
...up in Alaska!

That's his son Randy on the left and his daughter Traci in the middle...they accompanied him on the long drive up...
...but Traci headed south again...so it's just Rodger and Randy still there...
...well, Rodger, Randy and friends.

Rog hopes to be driving truck up on the north slope this winter, and as I get reports from life up there I'll share them with you.

Gonna hafta get a new title, though...Nanook of the North is taken, but Rodger of the North Slope is still available...
In the Random Sightings department...
spotted these hooligans in a vintage Impala...if there's anyone under 60 in that car I'll eat my hat...


is that a gardenia in a whisky bottle?  Karen must be hitting the sauce again...


that's the whisky gardenia bush in our rock garden...


we've been here 2 years and this is the first chipmunk we've seen...


apparently it's not too early to prepare for All Hallow's E'en...looks like Sir Kitschalot may be haunted this year...
#4 son is coming over to finish up resurfacing the back patio steps - final touches on the patio project he did for us earlier - so it's time to get after it.

All of us here at the Atomic Monster Cafe...
...hope you've enjoyed this leisurely stroll through intellectual mediocrity on your way to whatever thrillin' events are next in your life.

later, mcm fans...


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Sunday, August 11, 2019

I'm Happiest...

...when I'm writing...and I'm happy to report I've started writing my next novella.

Spent a couple of weeks researching, making notes and mentally developing characters.

I've got enough of the story now that I'm good to go.

In my world, this is exciting...
What's not quite as exciting is my attempt to convince a local bookseller to carry my books.
I entered the store, books in hand, and approached the older lady behind the cash register.

She finished with the customer in front of me then turned away, rearranging some papers on the shelf behind her.

Eventually she turned back to me.

"Hello," I offered, "are you the owner here?"

"Fine," she replied.  "How are you?"

Note to self: she's not listening.  I tried again.

"Are you the owner here?" I asked for the 2nd time.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"Are you the owner of this book store?" I asked for the 3rd time.

"Oh, well, not anymore," she answered, flustered.  "My husband and I started it 52  years ago but recently sold it to my daughter."

"Interesting," I said as I put the 3 books I'd brought with me on the counter.
"I'm a local author and wonder if you have any interest in carrying some of my books here?"

She looked at me as if I was something unpleasant she'd just stepped in, then glanced at my books briefly.

"Oh, I'm not the person who could make that decision," she affirmed.

"Ok," I answered, "would that be your daughter then?  Can I speak with her?"

"Oh, well..."

She looked around the store uncertainly, then pointed toward the door.

"She must have stepped out for awhile."

"No problem," I said.  "Can I leave these with you and perhaps you can show them to her when she returns?"

I wrote down my name and contact information.

"These are free," I said, gesturing to the books on the counter, "and I'm happy to provide a few more free books so she can see if they sell.

"If they do, then we can discuss terms at that point, ok?"

"Oh well," she said, "I don't know..."

"Thank you," I replied as I headed for the door, fully expecting that to be the last interaction I have with anyone from that book store.

I truly enjoy writing; marketing, not so much.

But the truth is you're going to hear "no" a lot more times than "yes" when you're trying achieve your dreams.

"No" shouldn't keep you up at night.

Wondering what might have happened if you hadn't given up and quit?

That will keep you up at night.

Gotta find another book store and try again.
On this gorgeous summer weekend I got up at my usual time on Friday morning and trekked to the golf course...
...for a very enjoyable stroll through the countryside with my hickories...
...a little slow getting started, but gained on it as I continued...
...and managed to finish the round with par / bogey / par...
...which for me is a pretty good way to finish a round.
Sounds just fine to me.


Random sightings from hither and yon...
high noon on a dog day of summer...


chillin' at night on the patio...


spotted this margarita lurking in front of our vintage ice crusher...to defuse this volatile situation Karen selflessly volunteered to drink it and quell the danger...

relaxing with a cigar and a gift from Sarah's boyfriend Alex: some Jack Daniels Single Barrel whiskey (128 proof)...sipping whiskey for sure, as too much of that will put you sideways...


Mr. Bee enjoying himself...


the dinner plate hibiscus...


...are finally blooming...

gorgeous day at the farmer's market...



...and at the sidewalk sales...

bullet holes...

...in the bank walls...


...from a bank robbery in the early 1930s...

another big foot sighting...

breakfast at Tiffany's...


our brand new a/c unit since the old one gave up the ghost...my achin' pocketbook...
August continues to sail away at an alarming rate...
...and the 13 weeks of summer I counted when I began my seasonal ritual of taking Fridays off have now dwindled to only 3 left...
...yeah...that's me...gotta make these last 3 count...
But now I and all the helpful staff here at the Atomic Monster Cafe...
...needs must bid you a fond farewell.

We hope your stay, whether voluntary or otherwise, was filled with life altering wisdom you just can't get out of your head, no matter how loudly you scream.

later, mcm fans...


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