Really, I can’t. I wish I could, but even I can’t write fiction as crazy as some of the things I see and hear. If I didn’t have Miss Terry here to occasionally pinch me so I know I’m not dreaming, I wouldn’t believe some of it myself.
I was involved in an online discussion about the school shooting in Newtown, Connecticut last week, and one person seemed to take real offense with what I had to say. In fact, it bothered him so much that he sent me three very nasty e-mails telling me that as a gun owner, I was just as guilty as the man who killed those poor children. In one, he added, "I hope you screw up and blow your nuts off with one of your precious guns." But that’s okay, everybody’s entitled to their own opinion, and this is an emotional issue.
As most of you know, I have a lot of author friends, and I am always happy to share their good books with my readers. But yesterday, that same person sent me a link to his new book on Amazon, asking if I could help promote it like I do for so many other authors. Like I said, I can’t make this stuff up!
I’m beginning to think I made a wrong turn somewhere and ended up back in Ohio instead of Florida. The storm of the day before was long gone, but it was cold again yesterday and I spent much of my time shivering. Overnight lows were in the mid to upper 30s. The weatherman says it’s supposed to warm up a little bit today, but it’s going to be back down in the 30s again Saturday night.
One of my blog readers wrote to tell me that he and his wife are spending their first year as snowbirds, and are at an RV park near Ocala, Florida. He said that they were shocked to find out how cold it can get here this time of year. Florida isn’t all bikinis and Hawaiian shirts. Unless you’re south of Naples, you can expect some pretty cold weather. And this winter seems especially nasty; last week I got an e-mail from a friend who is down in the Keys and he said Marathon got down to 57o.
It’s been too cold to get our Sea Eagle kayaks wet, so I’ve managed to get a lot of writing done. Yesterday I did another 2,000 words or so in my new Big Lake book. It’s winter time in my little White Mountain town, but things are really heating up for Sheriff Weber and his crew!
Thought for The Day – A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd. – James Crook