Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Happy Birthday, Streckfus + an updated word count.
Happy Birthday, Streckfus
September 30, 1924
Progress on my book...
Word count: 49,000+
2 dead
1 baffled lieutenant
1 insightful detective
1 snooping writer
1 GARBC pastor
1 Catholic priest
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
43,168 words and a link and memory
This is really something (use headphones if you can):
http://www.firstmenonthemoon.
I remember visiting the National Air and Space Museum in the Smithsonian and watching Dad stand still for a number of moments, his hands in his pockets, while he looked up in awe of Lindbergh's Spirit of Saint Louis hanging from the ceiling.
I didn't visit the Kennedy Space Center until I was an adult, in fact, only a few years ago, and I remember standing in awe of an entire Saturn V rocket hanging from the ceiling. (For those that don't know, that's the rocket that put men on the moon).
I will never be able to describe the utter humility and privilege I felt at that moment.
The greatest heroes are born in the minds of children, and so they are big and kind and simple as only children can make them.
--c0
http://www.firstmenonthemoon.
I remember visiting the National Air and Space Museum in the Smithsonian and watching Dad stand still for a number of moments, his hands in his pockets, while he looked up in awe of Lindbergh's Spirit of Saint Louis hanging from the ceiling.
I didn't visit the Kennedy Space Center until I was an adult, in fact, only a few years ago, and I remember standing in awe of an entire Saturn V rocket hanging from the ceiling. (For those that don't know, that's the rocket that put men on the moon).
I will never be able to describe the utter humility and privilege I felt at that moment.
The greatest heroes are born in the minds of children, and so they are big and kind and simple as only children can make them.
--c0
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
36,202 words
Been going back and forth between Word and LibreOffice. LO 5.0 is in RC5, looking forward to first official release. My main objection is to how it handles web layout of docx files, which may or may not be improved. Also hoping for a better outline view with easier management of headings.
...
The latest...
Marty arrives in Presque Isle and shares his research.
The ghost has appeared three times before.
Det Puchinsky finds something new at at the scene of the murder.
c0
Friday, July 10, 2015
32,341 words & an observation
Peg & Puchinsky visit a mausoleum that holds 9,
but has only 8 occupants.
Marty Albrecht sits next to the Devil on a red-eye to Presque Isle.
Not long ago, I saw a man smoking at the zoo. He was overweight, riding in a motorized chair, and breathing from an oxygen tank. A park attendant asked him to extinguish the cigarette, and he did.
What struck me wasn't the sad intersection of waning health and addiction (though that's what initially got my attention).
Instead it was how well preserved he was for his age. His cart appeared new and expensive (large, powerful, shiny bumpers and tires). He wore a crisp baseball jersey and matching shorts. And his skin was fair and nearly blemish-free, from his head to his toe, as though he'd rarely stepped out in the sun his whole life.
I used to smoke and understand the addiction well. I know why he was smoking when he couldn't walk or breath on his own.
But he struck me as someone who might still be alive because he could afford it, while those who suffered the same addiction in poverty were probably dead.
but has only 8 occupants.
Marty Albrecht sits next to the Devil on a red-eye to Presque Isle.
c0
Not long ago, I saw a man smoking at the zoo. He was overweight, riding in a motorized chair, and breathing from an oxygen tank. A park attendant asked him to extinguish the cigarette, and he did.
What struck me wasn't the sad intersection of waning health and addiction (though that's what initially got my attention).
Instead it was how well preserved he was for his age. His cart appeared new and expensive (large, powerful, shiny bumpers and tires). He wore a crisp baseball jersey and matching shorts. And his skin was fair and nearly blemish-free, from his head to his toe, as though he'd rarely stepped out in the sun his whole life.
I used to smoke and understand the addiction well. I know why he was smoking when he couldn't walk or breath on his own.
But he struck me as someone who might still be alive because he could afford it, while those who suffered the same addiction in poverty were probably dead.
c0
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