The Fine Art of Nothing
Wife: Are you busy?
Me: I’m writing.
Wife: Oh, good, I didn’t want to bother you if you were busy.
I used to buy and sell antiques six days a week. The economy reduced that to Saturday and Sunday. Now, I work on my stories Monday through Friday. Friends and acquaintances with questions about antiques stop by my house on weekdays so they don’t inconvenience me when my antiques shop is open. As one friend put it: “I know you’re not doing much during the week.” This is how I know I’m not a fulltime writer yet. Clearly, if I’m just sitting at a computer all day, how busy can I really be?
My son Stephen and his wife Cathie gave me my first laptop for my birthday. I love it. This marvel of technology allows me to do nothing with greater efficiency in various parts of the house. It also provides a modicum of entertainment in that my wife now has to find me to ask if I’m busy. Usually, the dog, traitor that he is, gives up my hiding place. Most often these emergencies center around my wife’s need for an energy gift in Facebook’s Castleville game.
The cat is my compatriot in that she has discovered that wherever I am provides the proper environment for napping. In turn, I’ve started tracking her hiding places. If these discreet corners work for her, why not give ‘em a shot? I have started building a cubby hole in the attic. Shhh.
Budding authors are frequently encouraged to “write what they know.” Obviously, if this advice were followed, the science fiction, paranormal, murder mystery and other such genres would have very few offerings. Still, I actually decided to follow this tidbit for success.
On August 31st, my romantic suspense novella “Eyes to Die For” will be released by Decadent Publishing. I borrowed from my own experiences as an Army EOD (Explosive Ordnance Disposal) specialist working security missions with the Secret Service and State Department to create the plot and setting. The meetings at both airports were inspired by events I lived, as are the very unique hotel and open air restaurant. Did I meet a lady like my exotic heroine Haneen? No. Sorry. That’s where fiction enters the story and takes my hero Dorn on a path that is purely my imagination. Was I ever called upon at some point in my brief military career to disarm any of the improvised explosive devices described in the story? Well…yeah. Which one, where, and why, will remain my secret.
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Explosives expert Dorn Wheeler’s security assignment to Amman, Jordan wasn’t expected to be anything beyond routine. That is until Haneen, a temptress who seems to think defying death is the ultimate aphrodisiac, enters his life. Dorn is soon entranced by the woman’s mystery and seductive spirit, and his thoughts fill with the fantasy of her body melding with his in the desert moonlight. What he doesn’t know is that the exotic eyes he wants to swim in may well be the planned death of him. Or that the one thing he can’t walk away from, a bomb like no one has seen before, hasn’t just been built, but is waiting for him…and ticking.