Message In A Bottle

The Police were awesome.

Writing daily blogs carries the same feel to it as scribbling a short message on parchment, locking it in a tiny glass container, sealing that glass with a cork and tossing it into – take your pick – any of the five recognized oceans.

If you can toss that container beyond the breakers, despite your chronic bursitis, you may have a chance that the message will have the opportunity of reaching a new shore – otherwise it’s your nearest neighbor who keeps picking up the bottle each morning when they are walking their dog along the beach. Despite their acceptance of your obvious eccentricity, after a while, the locals will fine you for littering.

No, you hurl that bottle as hard as you can so that the message may land in the hands of someone new. Someone who opens that bottle and reads what you have to say and is either amused and/or emotionally moved by the short vignette you have left for them to find.

Maybe they’ll enjoy what they read and go looking for the source of the note – and find his published novels.

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It’s hard to know if the message ever is received by anyone. I have a loyal group of five, fine readers who will scoop the bottle from the sand and take a peek at what’s inside. But that’s more of a reflection of their respective good nature. Thanks for that.

Hopefully it doesn’t become an annoyance.

In the end, I get my ROI by knowing I’ve sat down one more morning and written something. Good, bad or ugly.

I write my daily blogs because I enjoy the exercise of telling stories under pressure. I wake up each morning without a clue of what I will write about. Luckily, for the past eight years I’ve been a Bronx fish out of water in NoCo – Green Acres for this New Yawk lawyer –

As a result, I never feel complacently at ease in my surroundings. I tend to do everything wrong the first time I try it, and if there is no immediate catastrophe, I continue to follow the wrong practice if only because it provides the desired outcome. That daily existence of doing things wrong is the ubiquitous grain of sand that hopefully turns into a pearl.

Thank the Universe that I like snapping photos, moments of magic that I store away for future inspiration. They later trigger memories or ideas that I can put down on paper.

Now that I am retired from the stratospheric professional practice of NY entertainment litigation, I spend my time doing daily chores, fixing things around CC, and exploring the local communities, all the while unsuccessfully finding ways of not pissing off my better half. Hard to believe, but I am an acquired taste that can only be consumed in small portions. In fairness, I own up to my irritating behavior – and sometimes channel it into my novels.

Luckily, my non-human support group at Casa Claire puts up with me as I am in exchange for me seeing to their every daily need. Fair trade off. I’ll sing for my supper.

So that’s today’s tune.

I’ve taken a few weeks off to let the latest version of Free R.A.D.I.C.A.L. cool and try and catch up with promised reads/reviews/blurbs for other writers. I have another writer’s draft book I will read next. But before I turn to that I want to give FR one final cold read and edit before I send it on its way to BRW.

Well, Monday is behind us all, so Tuesday provides the perfect opportunity to get to work. Let’s all do some heavy lifting toward this week’s projects.

And no matter what else we get up to, let us make today a great one.

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