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Randall’s Rambling, March 1, 2026

Randall Krzak

I don’t know what happened to February, but it certainly sailed by.  There’s been plenty of wildlife and rain, with a few very warm days. Today, it’s supposed to reach 77, just three degrees shy of the record for this time of year.

The Detroit Pistons are continuing their march toward the playoffs. As of today, they are 44-14, having lost one and won two over the past week. The Pistons are in first place in the Eastern Conference’s Central Division, with an 8.5 game lead for 2nd place Cleveland. Tonight, they play Orlando.

The Michigan Wolverines are currently in 3rd in the NCAA rankings, with a 27-2 record and are first in the Big Ten Conference. They’ve won the conference outright as they head towards the conference playoffs where they have secured a triple bye.

The Michigan State Spartans (13th in the rankings) eked out a win against eighth ranked Purdue, 76-74. The play Indiana later today.

“People say, ‘What advice do you have for people who want to be writers?’ I say, they don’t really need advice, they know they want to be writers, and they’re gonna do it. Those people who know that they really want to do this and are cut out for it, they know it.” — R.L. Stine, WD (this quote is from an interview with Stine that ran in the November/December 2011 issue). Compliments of https://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/72-of-the-best-quotes-about-writing.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on March 1st, the 9th Sunday of 2026 and the first one in March. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Martial, Roman poet and satirist known for his Epigrams; Bai Juyi [Po Tjiu-i], Chinese Tang dynasty poet and governor of Hang-tsjow; ohann Balthasar Schupp, German poet and writer; Gheorghe Asachi, Moldovian-Romanian author, poet, polyglot and humanist (1st newspaper in Moldavia); Vittorio Bersezio [Carlo Nugelli], Italian playwright; Matthias Joseph Scheeben, German theologist (Natur und Gnade); Ion Creanga, Moldovian-born Romanian fairy tale author (Amintiti the Copilarie); William Dean Howells, American novelist, critic and editor (Atlantic); Théophile Delcassé, French statesman (Entente Cordiale); Lytton Strachey, English biographer and critic (Benson Medal 1923); Watsuji Tetsuro, Japanese historian and moral philosopher; Mercedes de Acosta, American poet, playwright, costume designer, and socialite; Ryunosuke Akutagawa ‘father of the Japanese short story’, Japanese writer (Rashomon in Kappa); Moriz Seeler, German writer, poet, and film producer; Giorgos Seferis, Greek poet and diplomat (Strofi, Nobel Prize for Literature 1963); Pol le Roy, Flemish writer (Stroom) and WWII collaborator; Harry Golombek, British chess grandmaster and author (3-time British champion); Ralph Ellison, American writer (Invisible Man; Shadow and Cast: Juneteenth); Joop Klant, Dutch economist and author; Robert Lowell, American poet and pacifist (Lord Weary’s Castle, Near the Ocean); Howard Nemerov, American poet, two-time US Poet Laureate and novelist (Blue Swallows); Richard Wilbur, 2nd US Poet Laureate (Ceremony, Walking to Sleep); William Gaines, American publisher (MAD Magazine); Péter Kuczka, Hungarian writer, poet, and editor of science fiction; Georgi Markov, Bulgarian dissident writer and journalist for the BBC World Service; Judith Rossner, American novelist (“Looking for Mr. Goodbar”; “August”); ean-Edern Hallier, French writer and editor (L’Idiot International); Franz Hohler, Swiss writer; and Steven Barnes, American writer of science fiction, fantasy, and mystery.

Any names familiar to you? There weren’t any for me this week. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work in Progress

Work slowly continues on Temples of Abydos as multiple external activities are consuming most of my time. Over the past week, there were two additional chapter reviews, bringing the total to seventy-two. As always, plenty of positive suggestions to improve my writing.

Here’s the next snippet:

A silver-hair man sat at a table in the Naguib Mahfouz Café, located within the Khan el Khalili Bazaar in Old Cairo. Whenever he was in the city, he liked to sit in the café and people-watch.

A scar ran from Tarik’s left temple, disappeared under a black eye patch, and reappeared on the other side, ending partway across his nose.

Depending upon an individual’s personal convictions, he was revered or hated. While many feared him, he wore his ruthlessness and cunning like badges of honor.

Within the four square kilometers encompassing Old Cairo, known for its alley, mosques, Islamic schools, and markets, no one commanded more respect among the poor. As the leader of the Guardians of Shadows, Tarik could be likened to a modern-day Robin Hood, plucking riches from the wealthy and sharing his ill-gotten gains with the downtrodden.

Muslims within the café rushed to one of the nearby mosques when they heard a muezzin recite the Takbir and the Kalimah, calling them to perform the dhuhr or midday prayer. Tarik remained seated, working his subha or prayer beads, a gift from his family after he made the pilgrimage to Mecca. Although his words couldn’t be understood, his lips moved in time with his prayers.

When prayers finished, the faithful returned to the café and the shops within the bazaar. The café quickly filled, and a few patrons formed a queue, waiting for openings to appear.

Omar and Pisir approached Tarik’s table.

After a brief study of their faces, Tarik motioned for them to sit. He snapped his fingers.

Almost as if by magic, three transparent glasses of steaming tea appeared, with four sugar cubes on each small saucer. A plate of dates joined the glasses.

Tarik picked up his glass and blew on the hot brew. He added two sugar cubes and stirred, waiting for his drink to cool. He eyed the two men. “Well? What have you to report? Something worthwhile, I hope. The coffers are running low.”

“Yes, Muddir.” Omar clasped his hands together as he glanced at Pisir before turning his attention to their leader. “The money we pay one of the porters at the Kempinski Hotel has paid dividends. There is not one possible target but two, although I admit one couple, from Texas might be better suited for one of the newer scout teams, as they appear to be oblivious to their surroundings and might provide easier pickings.”

Tarik nodded as he pulled a pack of Cleopatra cigarettes from a tunic pocket.

Pisir picked up a box of matches from the table and struck one, waiting for the flame to subside before offering it to Tarik.

He took a puff and placed the cigarette in an ashtray. Tarik tested his tea and found it at a drinkable temperature. “What about the other possible target?”

“They are a couple of Scotland, a history professor, and an archaeologist. A young man is always in their presence.” Omar grinned. “Ali from the Ministry of Culture took them from the airport to the hotel. He returned yesterday morning to break the fast, before taking them somewhere.” He glanced again for Pisir. “We did not find out where they went.”

Tarik beat a discordant rhythm on the edge of the table. “So you don’t know where they are?”

“Yes. We saw them return to the hotel last night. I paid the porter extra to let me know when they leave again because the security guards were getting suspicious about us sitting in the car park. The porter overheard the woman saying they were going sightseeing today. He will provide their destination when he learns of it.”

Tarik took another drag of his now-smoldering Cleopatra. “With the man being an archaeologist and someone from the Ministry of Culture is meeting with them, it is best to have my most experienced team keep a careful eye on them.” He stared first at Omar before shifting his gaze to Pisir. “Do not let me down. Find out whatever you can regarding their reason for being in Egypt. Stay close to them but do not get caught. As you suggest, someone else will monitor the couple from Texas.”

“Yes, Muddir.”

Tarik waved a hand in dismissal. “Keep me informed. Use the usual means of communication as I shall be returning to our hideout in Abydos.”

Omar stood, followed by Pisir. “Yes, Muddir. We shall do your bidding.”

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2026 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, December 22, 2024

Randall Krzak

A belated Happy Winter Solstice to everyone. Yesterday marked the shortest day of the year and the astronomically beginning of winter.

This coming week marks Christmas and the start of Hannukah. Hope everyone enjoys the holiday season. We certainly will, as our son arrived on Christmas Eve for a few days.

The University of Michigan Wolverines loss another game this week, dropping their record to 8-3. They also dropped in the rankings fourteenth to twenty-four. Meanwhile, the Michigan State Spartans won two games, improving their record to 10-2, and climbing one spot in the rankings to twentieth. Michigan’s next game is today, and Michigan State doesn’t play again until the 30th.

In the NFL, the Detroit Lions lost their second game of the season, dropping their record to 12-2. At the same time the Minnesota Vikings won another game, improving to 12-2. At this point they are tied in the NFC North, with three games each to play before the regular season comes to an end.  Detroit is still top of the division, due to an earlier win against Minnesota. They play each other again on the 5th of January. Detroit plays Chicago today. I hope they can repeat their earlier win against the Bears.

“A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word on paper.” – E.B. White (1899-1965) American writer. Compliments of https://www.aspiringwriteracademy.com/45-motivational-quotes-for-aspiring-writers.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on December 22nd, the fourth Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Jean Racine, French dramatist (Phèdre, Athalie); Johann J Dillenius [Dillen], German botanist (Historia Muscorum); Hermann Samuel Reimarus, German philosopher and writer; Johann Sebastian Welhaven, Norwegian poet; Justin M’Carthy, Irish politician and novelist (Miss Misanthrope); Mark Rutherford [Hale White], English writer; Erich Schaeder, German theologist (Theocentric Theology); František Xaver Šalda, Czechoslovakian literary critic; Edwin Arlington Robinson, American poet (Richard Corey); Filippo Tommaso Marinetti, Italian-French prose writer, novelist, poet, and dramatist (Futurism e Futurista); Mikha`il Na’imah, Lebanese playwright; Nikolay Semyonovich Tikhonov, Russian poet and writer; Kenneth Rexroth, American poet and translator & critical essayist (Birds in the Bush); Anthony Barber Doncaster, English bookseller; Calder Willingham, American novelist and scriptwriter; Lee Salk, Russian-American child psychologist and author; Charles de Lint, Canadian sci-fi author (Moonhear, Mulengro, Yarrow); Heather Donahue, American writer and actress; Chris Adler, American writer; and Brian A. Alexander, American screenwriter and director.

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me this week: Lee Salk . Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Published Work

Frozen-Conquest-eBook-Cover-HRI found out this week that Frozen Conquest has moved from the 2024 Chanticleer International Book Awards slush pile to the long list for global thrillers. There’s plenty of competition as all members of the long list slug it out to make it onto the short list. Afterward, the competition will heat up as the semi-finals, finals, first in category winners, and category grand prize winners are still to come.

In a separate announcement, Frozen Conquest is now a finalist in the 2024 Global Book Awards for action-adventure. It’s joined by Ultimate Escalation. The gold, silver, and bronze medals winners will be announced on December 28th.

My Work In Progress

Mission- YemenEditing of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2  is well underway. Since my last blog post, three more more reviews have trickled in as most of my faithful readers have already provided their input, so the total is now  645.  As always, I’ve been working hard going through the reviews, and have picked out what I think will improve the story from 465 of them, leaving 180 more to check over.

Here’s another snippet:

Sear sipped on the tea provided by Qadir and studied the faces of Bashari and his brothers. They aren’t faking. Zahid didn’t run away like I thought. They are really concerned about who might have kidnapped him.

Bashari turned to Sear. “What should we do now?”

“We need to wait to see if my colleagues learned anything from Tarik that might help us pinpoint a location for Shatara. It’s possible the same people took Zahid, which would make things easier for us.” Sear pursed his lips. “Otherwise, we will have a daunting task in front of us. However, I won’t rest until we recover your children.”

A half-smile creased Bashari’s face. “Thank you, Sayyid Sear. Your words are a comfort to me. But I am realistic. I know it will not be easy to do this.”

“I have located other missing people in the past where it seemed impossible to do so. I plan to be successful this time, too.” I just hope Shatara and Zahid are still in Yemen and not squirreled away by human traffickers.

Qadir returned carrying a folded, sealed envelope. With shaking hands, he gave it to Bashari.

He broke the seal and reached inside. Bashari pulled out a photograph and collapsed back in his seat, letting the picture fall to the floor.

Sear picked it up and stared at a photo of Zahid with a bloody nose and a black eye. Next to Zahid’s head was an Al-Bayyinah newspaper from Aden with the current date. Is he in Sana’a or Aden? Sear shook his head as he handed the photo to Bashari’s brothers.

He turned to Bashari. “Contact Yasmin’s late husband’s brothers and notify them. They can begin scouring Aden.” He turned to Omar and Rahman. “Bring your sons here. We can’t wait any longer—we must commence our search of the city—as soon as possible.”

More next time.

Vendetta Draft Cover

While going through the reviews of Mission: Yemen, I’m also working on Vendetta, the sixth story in my Bedlam series. The first fivechapters are now finished and posted to the two subscription writing sites I use. There were another nineteen reviews this week, bringing the total to seventy-one.

The cover is a filler, as the final cover won’t be done until the entire first draft is completed.  I’ll post another snippet of this story next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2024 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, July 28,2024

Randall Krzak

After an extensive period where I’ve haven’t posted, we’ve finally completed our exhaustive relocation from Scotland to South Carolina. It took several weeks for our belongings to make the trek via Scotland, Belgium, Germany, and London before arriving in Charleston. Once they cleared customs, a delivery date was set. While we’re still continuing to unpack, we’re well on the way to accomplishing this.

The three feline members of the family, Tommy, Alfie, and Hope, also made the journey. They flew from Edinburgh to London, before a final flight to Atlanta. Once we picked them up at the airport, they were taken to our new home.

Unlike in Scotland where the cats could roam, it’s more restrictive here. Since Tommy in particular likes to get outside, we got a quote for screening in the deck. We were shocked when we were told it would be almost $13K (just over £10K), as we expected it to be about half that amount. As a result, we decided I’d screen it in myself. Most of it was easy, but I had to build a “wall” at one end with an access door. It looks good if I do say so myself. THe cost of the necessary supplies and some tools was about $1.3K (just over £1K). Now Tommy, Alfie, and Hope have the freedom to enjoy the outdoors and are enjoying it.

“Writing is the painting of the voice.” – Voltaire. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on July 28th, the fourth and final Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Ibn al-‘Arabi, Muslim mystic and philosopher (The Meccan Revelations); Jacopo Sannazaro, Italian poet (Arcadia); Charles Lucas, British cellist composer, publisher, and educator (Principal of the Royal Academy of Music, 1859-66); Gerard Manley Hopkins, English poet (Windhover); Beatrix Potter, English children’s author and illustrator (The Tale of Peter Rabbit); Thomas P. Krag, Norwegian author and novelist (Jon Graeff, Ulf Ran); Ernst Cassirer, German philosopher and educator (Essay on Man); Karl Popper, Austrian-British philosopher (The Logic of Scientific Discovery; The Poverty of Historicism); Kenneth F. Fearing, American poet (Dead Reckoning); Malcolm Lowry, English novelist (Under the Volcano); John Ashbery, American poet (Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror); Remco Campert, Dutch writer and poet (son of Jan Campert); Natalie Babbitt, American children’s writer (Tuck Everlasting); Francis Veber, French film director and screenwriter; Arsen Dedić, Croatian singer-songwriter and poet; Robert Hughes, Australian art critic and writer (Barcelona); Jim Davis, American cartoonist and creator of the comic strips “Garfield” and “U.S. Acres”; Fahmida Riaz, Pakistani writer and feminist; Randall Wallace, American screenwriter and film producer (Braveheart); Shahyar Ghanbari, Iranian poet and singer-songwriter; and Carol Higgins Clark, American suspense novelist (Regan Reilly series).

Any names familiar to you? There were three for me this week: Beatrix Potter, Jim Davis, and Carol Higgins Clark. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

My work on Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2 is currently on hold due to the myriad non-writing things occupying my time with our move. I’ll be resuming work on chapter thirty-one this week. In the meantime, here’s anothert snippet:

The man gestured them forward along a marbled-floor corridor. He rushed ahead of them, leading Sear, Malik, and Wasim through an arch and into a living area.

A man who Sear recognized from the photos had Vincent provided stood and stepped forward. He was dressed in a long-sleeved brown shirt and a futa, the skirt in a subdued green, while a white turban adorned his head.

Abdullah Bashari stretched out his hand. “Welcome to my humble home, Sayyid Sear. It is an honor and privilege for you to be here.”

“Shukran, Sayyid Bashari. Please call me Sear, as that’s what my friends call me.” Sear shook hands.

“Thank you, Sear. Let me introduce you to my wife, Yasmin Rashid. You might find us a rather confusing couple, as we picked up numerous Western customs while living in Europe.”

A diminutive woman dressed in a yellow zina and Western jeans stood and bowed. “Welcome. I shall leave you now to your discussion.” She adjusted her orange headscarf and left the room.

Bashari gestured to the matching brown sofas. “Please have a seat.” He picked up an envelope from a hand-carved rectangular table and offered it to Sear. “These are photos of my missing daughter, Shatara.” He sat, wiping a tear away as he seemed to struggle to remain composed. “We don’t know where she is. Yasmin was with her when two men broke into the house and took her.”

Sear opened the envelope and studied the photos. “She’s a lovely young woman. Has there been any ransom demands?”

“No.” Bashari shook his head. “It’s been almost a month since they took her. There’s been no contact except one day a courier brought an envelope. It contained a photo of Shatara holding a copy of Al-Jumhuryah with a current date.”

Sear nodded. “Proof of life. When did you receive this?”

“About two weeks ago. I’ll give it to you later.”

“Can you think of anyone who has a grudge against you?” Sear rubbed his stubble. “It’s possible someone will try to use Shatara as a bargaining chip.”

“I—” Bashari stopped as the servant entered, pushing a trolley containing a tea service, a pot of coffee, a plate of dates, and several dishes holding various Yemeni delicacies.

“Shukran, Qadir. Please serve our guests.”

The old man nodded as he offered tea, coffee, fruit, and pastries to Sear, Wasim, and Malik.

The three men accepted the offerings.

Sear sipped on his strong coffee. “Excellent.” He set the cup and saucer on a table Qadir had moved forward. “You were going to say something?”

Bashari nodded. “Yes, I can’t think of anyone who would be holding something against me. However, I am outspoken about what the Houthis are doing to my country.” He snapped his fingers. “Could this be what it’s about?”

“It’s possible, but until someone contacts you with their demands, it’s difficult to know for sure.” He turned to Malik. “Do you think your friend, Tarik, might be able to help?”

Malik nodded. “If anyone can find out anything for us, it’ll be Tarik.” He stood, pulled his phone from a pocket, and went to the other end of the room.

“I’ve kept information about Shatara’s kidnapping from everyone I know.” Bashari glanced at the floor. “Do you think it’s time to spread the word?”

Sear nodded. “Yes. It’s been a long time since I served in Yemen, but I’ll see if anyone remembers me.” He turned to Wasim. “Can you do the same?”

“Of course. There might be a few people who remember when I was an investigator and be willing to help.”

“Where are you staying?” Bashari glanced at Sear.

“We’re at the Al Bilad Hotel, but I want to move elsewhere. I have a strange feeling about the clerk—almost as if he knows something but is keeping quiet.” Vincent warned me about Dabir—better to trust my instincts.

Bashari nodded. “Before my brother-in-law, Borak Rashid was killed, we had planned to suggest you stay in the Rashid ancestral home. You may still use it if you like—it’d be a way to honor his passing. It’s not far from here.”

“Yes, that’d be a great idea. Do you know where we can get another vehicle? We’re using a Toyota Hilux we borrowed from the clerk, but I’d rather use something not associated with the hotel.”

A smile spread across Bashari’s face for the first time since they arrived. “There are more Hiluxes in Yemen than any other vehicle. How about my Toyota Noah? You might have spotted it outside when you arrived.”

“Yes, that would work. Shukran. Bashari, when we drove here from the hotel, we noticed recent damage. Was it caused by last night’s aircraft attack?”

Bashari nodded. “Yes. It’s rare for the Haddah district to be attacked, but I heard several people were injured—four of them were children. Also, a number of buildings were damaged, including the Norwegian Refugee Council guesthouse.” He sighed. “Yemen used to be a quiet place to live—at least until the Houthi uprising.”

“How did it start?” Sear drained the last of his coffee and poured another cup.

“It began in 2004 and was a military rebellion, pitting Zaida Shia Houthis against the Yemeni army. As time passed, it spread throughout the country.”

Malik resumed his seat. “Tarik will do what he can to assist us. However, he’s not hopeful.” He glanced at Bashari. “Many people have disappeared since the uprising. Some have been sold into slavery.”

Bashari sucked in his breath.

Sear shook his head. “Let’s not panic at this stage. It could still be a simple kidnapping for ransom.” He turned to Bashari. “We will do our best to help you get your daughter back.”

A glimmer of a smile creased Bashari’s face. “Shukran, Sayyid—Sear. Jasmin and I would be in your debt forever if you could manage this. I shall inform the caretaker at the Rashid residence of your arrival.”

Sear finished his coffee and stood. “We’ll check out of the hotel now and go there.” Don’t know if we’ll find Shatara, but I’ll give it my best shot. Hope she hasn’t fallen afoul of human traffickers.

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2024 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, June 11, 2023

Randall Krzak

After another week of dry weather,  we’re finally getting a light rain. Thank goodness, as we certainly need it since it’s been dry for a couple of weeks and the ground (and plants) need it.

Last weekend’s small business market was a great success. I sold seventeen of my autographed novels, while two of Sylvia’s poetry books and sixteen of her laminated poetry sheets went as well.  Both of us were greatly pleased with the results.

Stop trying to write sentences and start trying to write stories. ~ James Patterson. Compliments of https://www.writerswrite.co.za/motivational-quotes-on-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on 11 June, the second Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/):

Barnabe Googe, English poet; Ben Johnson, English playwright and poet (Volpone, Alchemist); Anton Hildebrand, Dutch children’s book writer (Man in the Moon); George Wither, English writer (Abuses Stript and Whipt); J. H. Leopold, Dutch poet (translated Omar Khayyam); Alfred L. Kroeber, American anthropologist and author (Anthropologist looks at History); Renee Vivien, English-born poet, wrote in French; Edward Shanks, British poet and critic; Yasunari Kawabata, Japanese novelist (Thousand Cranes) and Nobel laureate (1968); Emil František Burian, Czech author and composer; Mary Lavin, Irish author (Tales from Bective Bridge); Hendrikus Berkhof, Dutch theologist (Church & Emperor; Irving Howe, American writer and critic (World of Our Fathers); Michael Meyer, English novelist and translator; William Styron, American novelist (Confess of Nat Turner, Sophie’s Choice); thol Fugard, South African anti-apartheid writer (Blood Knot); Christina Crawford, American actress and author (Mommie Dearest); Robert Munsch, Canadian children’s author (The Paper Bag Princess, Love You Forever); and Chris Rice, American contemporary Christian and folk music singer-songwriter (“When Did You Fall (In Love With Me)”), poet, and visual artist.

Any names familiar to you? There weren’t any this week for me. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

Slide1This week, I began the hard work on Frozen Conquest — getting the manuscript ready to submit to my publisher. I’ll finish my first edit pass later today.

Frozen Conquest received twenty reviews this week, bringing the total to 801!  Once again, there are plenty of good suggestions to improve my story and I’m greatly appreciative of the continued support. I’ve gone through all the reviews for chapters 1-39 and made note of suggestions I want to incorporate into the story.

Here’s another snippet:

Rufus unlocked a cabinet, pulled out his laptop, and booted it. While they waited, he turned to the others. “I placed all the applications on here. Eight are prior military, while the other two are FBI agents looking for a career change.”

“Aye.” CC sipped his dark German beer. “We’ll give you our opinions, but in the end, the choice is yours.”

Rufus nodded. “Admiral Blakely said we should pick four people, for now, giving us a decent QRF staff as we could split into two three-person teams, if necessary, although I think eight would be better.”

Trevor glanced at CC. “Fully agree with you. However, in our recent team build, the admiral indicated changes would need to wait for additional funding.”

“Aye. If everything works out, we’ll get the necessary funding in the next budget.”

 “I recommend picking four people you want right away.” Evelyn sipped her white wine. “Choose two others as alternates—they can be added to the team when the budget is sorted.” She smiled. “Of course, it depends on how many meet the threshold for being offered positions.”

“Makes sense.” Rufus clicked on the first file and opened it. “I’ve blocked the names in case any of us know the applicants and might show inadvertent bias. For now, they’ll be known as one through ten.”

“Aye. Excellent idea.” CC scooted forward.

* * *

Over the next three hours, the five Bedlam personnel reviewed the files. Two were rejected outright due to a lack of operational experience. While well-trained, they were desk jockeys and never served in a high-tension environment.

They took a short restroom break and replaced their empty drinks.

Rufus led them outside for a breath of fresh air.

“Will you keep this place when you’ve assembled your teams?” Evelyn glanced at the other houses on the street.

Rufus nodded and pointed to two properties, both larger than their current abode. “Yes. Those houses over there each have three bedrooms. Each member will have their own bedroom but will share the common areas. Meanwhile, August and I will stay here. It’s only two bedrooms but plenty of space for us.” He yawned. “Shall we get back to it?”

Everyone agreed, and they returned inside.

After an additional two hours, they reached a decision: one, three, four, six, eight, and nine.

“Shall we uncover their names and faces to see if we know any of them?” Rufus unblocked the hidden information and stepped through the six applicants.

“Wait.” CC raised a hand. “Number nine—I recognize his photo and name. In my opinion, you don’t want him.”

“Any valid reason? He seems very qualified.” Rufus frowned.

“Aye. He’s qualified, but that’s not the problem. He resents authority from those he considers junior to his abilities. In Afghanistan, he killed an Afghan captain after a disagreement. Charges were never filed—I think the rest of his team didn’t want to deal with any repercussions as they could end up like the captain.”

CC gazed into each of their faces. “He also tried to kill an American army colonel looking into the Afghan captain’s death—me.”

More next time.

Promotions

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This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2023 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, June 4, 2023

Randall Krzak

After  another week of dry weather, we’ve had to start watering some of the shrubs and flower pots so we don’t loose the plants. The forecast for the next week is mainly sunny days. We’ll see what happens.

The June small business market began on Friday. While the foot traffic was light in the mall, it did pick up yesterday and hopefully it will be good today. So far, I sold ten of my autographed novels, while Sylvia sold one of her poetry books and thirteen of her laminated poetry sheets.

Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but it’s the only way you can do anything really good. ~William Faulkner. Compliments of https://www.writerswrite.co.za/motivational-quotes-on-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on 4 June, the first Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/):

Apollon Maykov, Russian poet; Servaas Daems [Peeter Klein], Flemish writer (Lute & Flute); John Blair Scribner, American magazine and book publisher; Mabel Lucie Attwell, English children’s author and illustrator; Daan Boens, Flemish poet (Man who sold his Wife); Jacques Roumain, Haitian writer (Gouverneurs de la Rosée); Patience Strong [Winifred Emma May], English poet and journalist; Willy-August Linnemann, Danish writer and journalist; Maurice Shadbolt, New Zealand writer (Season of the Jew); Robert Fulghum, American author (All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten); Joyce Meyer, American Charismatic Christian author and speaker; Daniel Topolski, British writer and rowing coach; Charles Dickinson, American author (Waltz in Marathon); Wendy Pini, American comic book writer (Elfquest); and Paul Stewart, British writer (The Edge Chronicles, Far Flung Adventures).

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me: Patience Strong. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

Slide1This week, I completed chapters the final two chapters (forty-three and forty-four) of Frozen Conquest. As always, I posted them to the two online subscription writing sites I use. Now the hard work begins–getting the manuscript ready to submit to my publisher!

Frozen Conquest received seventy-one reviews this week, bringing the total to 781!  Once again, there are plenty of good suggestions to improve my story and I’m greatly appreciative of the continued support.

Here’s another snippet:

Brown’s phone rang. Another interruption. Don’t these people realize I’m busy? He picked up. “Yes, what is it?”

Sawyer Johnson, head of Brown’s security team, chuckled. “Sorry to bother you, Mister Brown, but you wanted to be notified when the new demolitions expert arrived.”

“Show him to my office in thirty minutes.” Brown glanced at the clock. “No, make it an hour.”

“Uh … sir, he’s a she. I mean, the bomb expert is a woman.”

“So? I still want to meet her.”

“Yes, sir.”

An hour later, Sawyer knocked on Brown’s door.

“Come in.”

Sawyer and a petite brunette with large brown eyes and shoulder-length hair stepped into Brown’s office. “Sir, this is Madeleine Fingerhut.”

Brown remained seated, reached over his desk, and shook hands with the young woman. He gestured toward a visitor’s chair.

Sawyer stood back and leaned against the door.

She took the seat. “Please, call me Maddie.” A timid smile creased her face.

Brown nodded. “Is this your first visit to Antarctica, Madeleine—I mean Maddie?”

“Yes. I find it hauntingly beautiful.”

“I remember thinking something similar when I first came here. Just remember when you’re outside, Antarctica is very dangerous, especially on the ice.”

“Yes, sir.” She smiled. “I’m looking forward to working here. If I may ask, what happened to your previous explosives expert? I understand his departure was rather abrupt.”

A thin smile creased Brown’s face. “I guess you could call it an abrupt departure—he blew himself up.”

“Oh!” Maddie’s right hand covered her mouth. “I’m so sorry.”

Brown shrugged. “What are you sorry for? Did you know Samson?”

“Oh … well … no.” Her face reddened. “That’s what people say at unexpected news.”

“Hmm.” Brown picked up a folder from his desk and extracted two sheets of paper. “You have a very interesting resume, working in various exotic places around the world.” I know that people say 1 page is good for a resume. If she has a REAL interesting resume, then turn it into a curriculum vitae – “Wow, interesting pictures! How many people died in that one?”, “Newspaper articles. Very good! How high was the rubble?” “You took out how much of the government? With only one blast! Impressive.” George

“Yes, sir. For the past six years, I’ve spent most of my time outside the U.S.”

“I see.” Brown rubbed his chin. “Any boyfriends, a husband, or significant other? Who’s your next of kin?”

Maddie shook her head. “No, sir. Why do you ask?”

“Never mind—not important.” He waved a hand. “Just wondered who we should notify if something should happen to you.”

Maddie gulped. “I-I shall take all necessary precautions when I’m working.”

“It’s not just the ice which is dangerous.” Brown stared at her. “Danger comes in many forms.” He stood and extended a hand. “Welcome to Antarctica. Do a professional job, and we shall get along just fine.” He turned to Sawyer. “Escort her around the premises and show her to her quarters.”

“Yes, Mister Brown.” Sawyer opened the door to allow Maddie to leave first.

“One more thing, Maddie.”

She stood. “Yes, Mister Brown?”

“Sawyer will point out areas that are off-limits to all but a select few employees. These areas are marked with skull and crossbones signs. For your own safety, never venture inside unless you are summoned. If you require entrance, Sawyer will escort you.” He studied her. “It could be very devastating—for you.”

More next time.

Promotions

Dangerous Alliance, Colombian Betrayal, and Ultimate Escalation are participating in a Murdrs, Mysteries and the Paranormal promotion, running until the end of June for Mystery & Suspense / Paranormal, Mystery & Suspense / Thriller, and Mystery & Suspense / Women Sleuths. There are currently ninety-four novels participating. Why not check it out?

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All of my novels are participating in June’s MAYHEM & MOTIVES: Mystery, Thriller, & Suspense Reads. There are 234 novels to choose from. Please stop in when you have a chance. You could find your next best author!

https://books.bookfunnel.com/mysthrillsus-jun/nwprjw7ql4

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2023 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, May 28, 2023

Randall Krzak

aaaaaMemorial Day – a federal holiday in the United States for honoring and mourning the U.S. military personnel who died while serving in the United States Armed Forces. It’s observed on the last Monday of May. Let’s honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice so our way of life might be preserved.

“I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I’m afraid of.” – Joss Whedon. Compliments of https://getfreewrite.com/blogs/writing-success/55-motivational-writing-quotes

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on 28 May, the fourth and final Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/):

Xin Qiji, Chinese poet and military leader; Thomas Moore, Irish poet and musician; Bernhard Severin Ingemann, Danish author (Tomorrow- og Aftensange); Willem Doorenbos, Dutch literary and critic; Luigi Capuana, Sicilian author and critic (Roccaverdina); Claude Anet [Jean Schopfer], French writer (Fille Perdue); Vinayak Damodar Savarkar, Indian independence activist and writer (The Indian War of Independence); Gaston Duribreux, Flemish writer (Golden Sail); F. G. Emmison, British archivist and historian; Ian Fleming, English author (James Bond novels); Dame Thora Hird, British actress, comedian, presenter and writer (Last of the Summer Wine, The Love Match); Patrick White, Australian novelist and playwright (Happy Valley, Nobel Prize for Literature 1973); Walker Percy, American writer and novelist (“The Moviegoer”, “Lancelot”); Heinz G. Konsalik, German author; Barney Rosset, publisher and free speech advocate (publisher of Tropic for Cancer); Francois Nourissier, French writer (Un petit bourgeois); Stephen Birmingham, American author (Real Lace: America’s Irish Rich); Frank Orr, Canadian sports author and journalist (Hockey Hall of Fame; Elmer Ferguson Memorial Award; Toronto Star); Maeve Binchy [Snell], Irish novelist (Light a Penny Candle); Guntram Vesper, writer; Adriaan T “Ad” Zuiderent, poet/critic (On the Droge); Satchidanandan, Indian poet; Ian Bradley, British writer and academic; Bernardine Evaristo, English writer (“Girl, Woman, Other” – 1st woman of Black heritage to win the Booker Prize); and Liam O’Brien, American voice actor, writer and director (Dungeons & Dragons).

Any names familiar to you? There were three for me: Ian Fleming, Frank Orr, and Bernardine Evaristo. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

Slide1This week, I completed chapters forty-one and forty-two of Frozen Conquest. As always, I posted them to the two online subscription writing sites I use.

Frozen Conquest received forty reviews this week, bringing the total to 710.  Once again, there are plenty of good suggestions to improve my story and I’m greatly appreciative of the support.

Here’s another snippet:

Emmanuel Durand, one of Brown’s hackers, restored the European bourses to their pre-interference positions. He glanced at his counterparts and sighed. Am I the only one who thinks Brown’s plans go too far? Will they encourage others to do what is needed for climate change, or will they balk?

He shook his head and continued typing as he prepared for the next phase in Brown’s plans.

* * *

Brown studied the results of his initial salvo. Excellent. We’ll start small and rattle their economic cages. He gazed at the climate change map on one of the screens and laughed.

“A perfect smokescreen. I don’t care all that much about the climate, but it grabs their attention. If the experts are correct, I’ll be dead before an irreversible catastrophe occurs. But it won’t hurt to use this as a diversion while I acquire what I want—more power.”

He hit an intercom button.

Yes, Mister Brown?”

“Bring me another pot of tea. I want fresh croissants, too. Tell the chef what he sent last time stale. Don’t I pay him enough to do my simple bidding? Tell him if he screws up this time, he’ll go swimming in the ocean.”

“Yes, sir.”

* * *

Chris placed Brown’s order, not bothering to pass along the threat. He frowned. Brown’s getting more deranged by the day. Chris began typing another email.

To: Numerologist

From: Knuckle Dragger

08261 42208 12060 92422 24260 60822 23071 22326 02080 80712 24161 42609 16220 71813 07220 90906 11071 81213 08270 01109 22112 60922 21120 91412 09220 71224 12142 22700

I hope Matthew understands the seriousness of the situation and informs someone who can intervene. Otherwise, Brown might destroy the world’s technology in his mad quest for power.

More next time.

Promotions

The Kurdish Connection, Dangerous Alliance, Colombian Betrayal, and Revenge are participating in Revenge promotion, running until the end of May for Action & Adventure, Romance, and Sci-Fi & Fantasy / Urban Fantasy. There are currently sixty-six novels participating. Why not check it out?

https://books.bookfunnel.com/revengetales/idh13vx4rm

All of my novels are participating in May’s MAYHEM & MOTIVES: Mystery, Thriller, & Suspense Reads. There are 234 novels to choose from. Please stop in when you have a chance. You could find your next best author!

https://books.bookfunnel.com/mysthrillsus-may/34otud00o2

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2023 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, April 23, 2023

Randall Krzak

It’s been a pretty dry and sunny all week, until yesterday. The wind shifted and is now coming from the normal, bringing Arctic air to us and lowering the temperature. Right now it’s overcast and a light rain is starting to fall. Supposed to be cooler and wet over the next few days.

Tens of millions of phones will receive an emergency alert today as the government tests the system nationwide for the first time. At 3pm, a distinct sound and vibration will be accompanied by a message telling people a new service has launched that will “warn you if there’s a life-threatening emergency nearby”. It will last about 10 seconds, and Deputy Prime Minister Oliver Dowden has assured people they can simply “swipe away” the notification. “Keep calm and carry on – that is the British way, and it is exactly what the country will do when they receive this test alert at 3pm today,” he said.

“Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires some of the same courage that a soldier needs. Peace has its victories, but it takes brave men and women to win them. ” – Ralph Waldo Emerson, compliments of https://getfreewrite.com/blogs/writing-success/55-motivational-writing-quotes.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on 23 April, the fourth Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/):

Julius Caesar Scaliger, Italian-French physician and scholar (On the Subtlety of Things); Georg Fabricius, German poet, historian and archaeologist; William Shakespeare, English poet and playwright (Romeo and Juliet; Macbeth: Hamlet); Friedrich von Hagedorn, German poet (Versuch einiger Poem); Thomas Wright, English antiquarian and writer; James Anthony Froude, English historian and novelist (The Nemesis of Faith); Edwin Markham, American poet (1st winner of American Acad of Poets Award 1937); Simon Abramsz, Dutch teacher and writer (For the Young Ones); Arthur Moeller van den Bruck, German historian (The Third Reich); Marcel L’Herbier, French director and screenwriter (El Dorado); Minus van Looi [Benjamin van der Voort], Flemish writer; Richard Huelsenbeck, German Dada writer; Ngaio Marsh, New Zealand detective writer and producer; Margaret Kennedy, English novelist (The Constant Nymph); Edwin Erich Dwinger, German writer (General Vlassov); Halldor Laxness, Icelandic writer (Nobel 1955); Maurice Druon, French writer and journalist (Prix Goncourt); Avram Davidson, American sci-fi author (Hugo, Peregrine: Primus, Rork!); James Kirkup, English travel writer, poet and novelist (African in Greenland); Colin Welch, British political journalist and critic of Enid Blyton’s Noddy series; J. P. Donleavy, American novelist (Ginger Man, Onion Eaters); Okke Jager, Dutch theologist, writer and poet; George Steiner, French-American literary critic and educator; Jim Fixx, American jogger and writer (Jim Fixx on Running); Victoria Glendinning, British author (Edith Sitwell A Unicorn Among Lions); Bill Hagerty, British editor (People); Richard Monaco, American sci-fi author (Grail War, Final Quest); Pascal Quignard, French author (Les Ombres); Pierre Labrie, Canadian poet; and Yana Gupta, Czech actress and author (How To Love Your Body And Get The Body You Love).

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me: William Shakespeare. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work in Progress

Slide1This week, I completed chapters thirty-one and thirty-two of Frozen Conquest and posted them to the two online subscription writing sites I use. Based on my outline, which was last updated on 7 April, there will be a total of forty-chapters when the initial manuscript is completed.

Twenty-eight reviews came in this week, bringing the total to 580.  As always, there are plenty of good suggestions to improve my story and I’m greatly appreciative of the support.

Here’s another snippet:

Chris slouched in his chair, alternating between twiddling his thumbs and cracking his knuckles. Why can’t Matthew figure out Diablo from the beast and the devil? We used to play word games like this all the time. If I weren’t  afraid of Emmanuel catching me, even on the Dark Web, I’d come right out with it. Would he break the code? It’s not complicated.

He sighed as he leaned forward and grabbed his Dr. Pepper. Guess I’ll check Google for some other synonyms. Perhaps Matthew will pick up on these. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he ran a series of searches.

Nope. Nope. Nope.

At last, Chris smiled. Don’t have any idea if these will work, but these are the best I can find: Lucifer and Beelzebub. He scooted closer to the keyboard, logged onto his Dark Web email account, and began typing a coded message.

He reread the message a final time to check his conversion. Chris made a couple of corrections before reaching toward the send key.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Chris swallowed as he hurried to send the email before rushing to the door and unlocking it.

Emmanuel stood in the corridor. “Can I come in?”

“Sure.” What’s he want? Is he on to me? Chris opened the door wide and gestured for Emmanuel to enter. After reclaiming his seat, he nodded. “Have a seat, Emmanuel. What can I do for you?” He dabbed a trickle of perspiration from his forehead.

“Can’t a fellow coworker drop by and say hi?” Emmanuel grinned. “After all, we both work for the same tough monster—I mean master.”

A low chuckle escaped from Chris. “I supposed you’re right. It can be difficult to keep on top of everything Brown wants—especially since he changes his mind all the time.”

“Got that right. I had my team hack into a small bank the other day and took most of their money. He complained because he wanted us to hit a big bank—even though we did as he said before he flew back to Miami. I wish he’d just stay there.”

Chris sighed. “I suppose we’re stuck with him—at least until our contracts expire.”

“I guess.” Emmanuel grimaced. “I have a touchy subject to discuss with you.”

Oh-oh. He’s definitely on to me. Chris nodded.

Emmanuel sighed. “It’s like this. In addition to my hacking duties, I’m supposed to keep an eye on what everyone else is doing with their computers.”

“Even Brown?”

“Except for him.” Emmanuel chortled. “As if he’d catch on I was perusing his activities. I think the original Pong game was too difficult for him.”

“What about the other hackers? Won’t they catch on?”

Emmanuel smiled. “Why do you think I picked people who aren’t as smart as me? Of course, Felix put one past me, but he’s been taken care of. Can’t have anyone trying to take over.”

“Of course.” Why’s he telling me this?

“Anyway … I’ve been checking  employees’ use of the Dark Web. Most of the staff aren’t using it—just me, Sawyer—and you.”

More next time.

Promotions

The Kurdish Connection, Dangerous Alliance, Colombian Betrayal, and Revenge are participating in Revenge promotion, running until the end of May for Action & Adventure, Romance, and Sci-Fi & Fantasy / Urban Fantasy. There are currently sixty-six novels participating. Why not check it out? You might find your next new author.

https://books.bookfunnel.com/revengetales/idh13vx4rm

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2023 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, January 22, 2023

Randall Krzak

After a week of heavy frost and temperatures not climbing out of the upper 20s (negative celsius) it was a great surprise this morning, when I found out it was 40F/5C) and all the frost in sheltered areas had finally melted. Of course, with the colder temperatures we did have a fair amount of sunshine and now we’re back to the normal gray skies.

For those of you who were following me on Twitter, my new account is @rjkrzak1. Hope to see you there.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on January 22nd, the fourth and final Sunday of January compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/:

Francis Bacon, English statesman, Lord Chancellor (1617-21) and philosopher (Novum Organum); Richard Blackmore, English physician and writer; Gotthold Ephraim Lessing, German critic and dramatist (1st ever dramaturge); Lord Byron, English romantic poet (Don Juan); Ludger Duvernay, Canadian printer and publisher; Hermann Lingg, German poet and playwright; Ferdinand Christian Wilhelm Praeger, Dutch-British pianist, composer, composer, and writer (Wagner As I Knew Him); Constance Collier, British actress and writer (Rope, Stage Door, Whirlpool); Francis Picabia, French avante-garde artist, writer and typographist (Amorous Parade); Helen Hoyt, American poet; Charles Morgan, English writer (Fountain); Ben van Eysselsteijn, Dutch writer and playwright; Arkady Gaidar, Russian children’s writer; Robert E. Howard, American pulp fiction author (Conan the Barbarian); Carl F. H. Henry, American theologian and publisher; Harilal Upadhyay, Gujarati Author, Poet, Astrologist (Gujarat is a State of India); Herwig Hensen [Flor Mielants], Flemish poet and playwright; Piet Van Lishout, Flemish writer (Eva & I); Howard Moss, poet/editor (New Yorker); Tom Blackburn, writer; Joseph Wambaugh, American police writer (“The Onion Fields”); Joe Esposito, American author and friend of Elvis; Michael Cristofer, actor/writer (Little Drummer Girl); Francis Wheen, English writer & journalist; and Subhash Ram Prajapati, Nepalese writer.

Any names familiar to you? There were two for me: Francis Bacon and Lord Byron. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work in Progress

Slide1As i mentioned last time, in early January, I took a tumble down the stairs. I ended up seeing a sports massage therapist and have my third and final session tomorrow. In the meantime, my writing has been disrupted and not at my normal amount, but I have been back at it, with the first twenty-one chapters completed.

Since the last update,  there were another twenty-four reviews, bringing the total to an even 400. As always, plenty of good suggestions to improve my story and I’m greatly appreciative of the support.

Here’s another snippet:

Maddie and Reginald climbed out of the Sno-Cat. After they pulled their tools and explosive packs from the cargo compartment, they trudged across the tundra to a line of stakes they had placed earlier in the day.

Breathless, Maddie dropped her tools onto the ice and gently sent the explosives down. “This is hard work, Reginald. I thought it would be easier—just drive up to a spot, drill a couple of holes, drop in the fireworks—and bang; you’re done.”

“In your dreams.” Reginald laughed. “The only thing easy about this job is picking our way across the ice back to the facility.”

As Maddie placed an explosive package into the first hole, she studied the terrain. Always peaceful, but there’s an underlying danger to being here. Satisfied with her placement, she moved to the next spot.

Without warning, the ice gave way.

Yeeeeah!

Maddie clawed at the surface as she slid toward the gaping chasm.

“Reginald! Help!”

Her feet dangled over the side as she tried to stop her momentum. She screamed again.

Just as she was about to disappear, two hands grabbed her.

“Hold on, Mad—”

Reginald tugged on the straps of her backpack, pulling her back from the chasm. “I—I got you.” He fell backward as he yanked her clear from impending death or serious injury.

Back on his feet, he inched Maddie further back from the hole until they were both a safe distance away.

Maddie threw her arms around Reginald. “Thank you so much for saving me. I thought I was going to die!”

“Aw shucks, Maddie. Can’t have you doing that.” Reginald grinned. “Besides, I’m enjoying being out here with you.” He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a squeeze. “You going to be okay?”

Maddie pulled out of the embrace and nodded. “Yes. It was a bit scary, but I’m okay now—thanks to you.”

“Think nothing of it. Besides, you’d try the same for me if the situation was reversed.”

“That’s true, but I still owe you.”  She adjusted her sunglasses and grinned. “Perhaps I can buy dinner tonight?”

He smiled. “You’re on.” He pointed to the next hole. “Ready to continue?”

More next time.

Promotions

Five of my novels (all but Revenge and Ultimate Escalation) are participating in the January Mayhem & Motives: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense Reads. This one allows five books per author and there are currently 206. novels participating. Why not check it out? You might find your next new author.

https://books.bookfunnel.com/mysthrillsus-jan/x889tdt70j

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2023 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, September 25, 2022

Randall Krzak

The autumn temperatures continue to hit us. Most morning temperatures (at 8 a.m.) struggled to reach 46F (8C) with daily highs rarely making it beyond 60F (15C). At least we’ve had plenty of sunshine again this past week, making it feel warmer than the actual temperature. With the dry weather, I was able to do a bit of pruning around the property, in particular removing a large patch of bamboo as high as twelve feet. Since the garden refuse bin is only picked up once a month, I made six trips to the local recycling center to get rid of the evidence.

Good news at the petrol (gasoline) pumps again this week as the price of a liter dropped a further penny to £1.64. This way above the £1.45 we saw in January, but at least it’s heading in the right direction. With the exchange rate plummeting to 1.0845 on Friday (currently 1.0847), this made the equivalent cost of a U.S. gallon $6.69, a drop of thirty-eight cents.

In Big Ten college football, Michigan held off Maryland 34-27 to increase their record to 4-0. While this game wasn’t televised here in Scotland, they did show the Wisconsin-Ohio State game, which I recorded to watch this evening.

Here’s this week’s quote (Compliments of http://www.wisdomquotesandstories.com/):

“Everything is Beautiful, But Beautiful isn’t everything.”

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on September 25th, the fourth and final Sunday of the month:

Matthew Merian the Elder, Swiss engraver and bookseller; Mark Zuesius Boxhorn, Dutch historian; Charles Robert Maturin, Irish playwright and novelist; Felicia Dorothea Hemans, English-Welsh poet (“The boy stood on the burning deck”, “The stately homes of England”); William Michael Rossetti, English writer and civil servant; Mina Kruseman, Dutch writer and feminist; Hans Vaihinger, German philosopher (Nietzsche Philosophy); Lope K. Santos, Filipino writer and Father of the Philippine National Language and Grammar; Lu Xun, Chinese writer of modern Chinese literature; Kees Boeke, Dutch reformist educator (Cosmic View); John Howard Lawson, American scriptwriter and playwright (Blockade, Algiers, Sahara); C. K. Scott-Moncrieff, Scottish writer and translator; Elsa Triolet [Ella Kagan], Russian-French writer and Resistance fighter; William Faulkner, American author (Sound & Fury-Nobel 1949); Ernst von Salomon, German writer (Kette Der Tausend Kraniche); Nahman Avigad, Israeli archaeologist (Discovering Jerusalem); Red Smith, American sportscaster and columnist (Pulitzer 1976, Fight Talk); Madeleine Bourdouxhe, Belgian writer; Phyllis Pearsall, British painter and writer (A to Z Map Company); Jessica Anderson, Australian novelist (Tirra Lirra By The River; The Impersonators); Remy C. van de Kerckhove, Flemish poet; Herbert Heckmann, German writer; Shel Silverstein, American writer and cartoonist (Now Here’s My Plan: A Book of Futilities; The Giving Tree) and songwriter (“A Boy Named Sue”; “The Cover Of The Rolling Stone”); Manouchehr Atashi, Persian poet; Maj Sjowall, Swedish writer (Martin Beck crime novels); Tim Severin, British author and explorer who replicated historic voyages; Eugenia Zukerman, American flutist and novelist (Deceptive Cadence); Bell Hooks [Gloria Jean Watkins], American author, feminist, scholar and social activist; and Carlos Ruiz Zafón, Spanish writer (Shadow of the Wind).

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me: William Faulkner. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work in Progress

Slide1Things continue nicely with my next WIP, Frozen Conquest. Chapter Fifteen was posted this week to the two online subscription writing sites I use. I’ve also made a dent in chapter sixteen.

This week, there were another twenty-two chapter reviews, bringing the total to 243, some from long-standing reviewers while others came from new people. As always, plenty of good suggestions to improve my story and I’m greatly appreciative of the support.

Here’s the next snippet:

The Scandinavian Protection Agency had chartered the RV Aquavit as a floating platform for their venture to Antarctica, complete with an experienced crew and a scientific staff.

Carina and Gunner joined the rest of the six-person SPA team, which would conduct their experiments on the mainland. They entered the mess and found their teammates: Ailsa Dahl, a petite blonde who was game for anything; Bertelot Gulbrandsson, the team leader and an engineer by training; Eggert Falkenberg, a blond giant of a man with a quiet nature; and Rona Lundgren, a statuesque blonde well over six feet.

“Where did you two go? Checking out the sights—or each other?” Bertelot chuckled.

Carina’s face reddened. “If you must know, I was studying the landscape above the city. It’s the last time we’ll see anything like this until we return.”

“Should have taken some photos to remind you.” Bertelot maintained a straight face.

Everyone laughed.

Rona stood. “Anyone for coffee? I’ll put on a fresh pot.”

After a round of “yes” from the rest of the team, she headed into the galley.

Another whistle blew.

A vibration ran through the deck as the engine engaged. The ship swung away from the pier, heading in a southerly direction.

Rona returned a few minutes later with a fresh pot of coffee and cups. After everyone had a refill, she raised her cup in the air. “Here’s to our next adventure—Antarctica, here we come!”

Eggert spoke in his normal deep bass voice. “I am looking forward to my first time on the ice. I have dreamed of this since I was a child.”

“Too bad you missed our Arctic excursion.” Carina smiled. “What a time to come down with chickenpox.”

“Yes. They were a present from my niece.” He thumped his chest and coughed. “But I am in perfect shape now.” He coughed again.

“Take it easy, Eggert.” Bertelot grinned. “We don’t have a doctor aboard—just a nurse.”

“Is she pretty?”

Bertelot chuckled. “I guess you could say so. The nurse’s name is Tim.”

“Oh.”

Everyone laughed as they stood.

“See everyone here in about three hours.” Bertelot pointed at Rona. “We have a guest chef tonight.”

Rona touched a finger to her cheek. “Oh. Not sure about being a chef, but I make fantastic spaghetti and meatballs.”

“I’m heading out on deck. Anyone care to join me in bidding Ushuaia farewell?”

Ailsa nodded. “I’ll join you, Carina.”

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2022 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, September 11, 2022

Randall Krzak

It was quite a shock to hear on the news Thursday afternoon that doctors were concerned about the Queen’s health and her children were on the way to Balmoral. This was especially unsettling as little information has ever been released regarding her health. A few hours later, the anticipated news was released: The Queen has died. Long live the King.

Today is the twenty-first anniversary of the 9/11 attacks by al-Qaeda. Do you remember where you were when this awful tragedy occurred and claimed the lives of almost 3,000 people? I do–I was posted to the American Consulate, in Peshawar, Pakistan.

Fall temperatures and rainy weather continue. At least most days we’re still getting some sunshine, but daylight hours are rapidly shrinking. It wasn’t long ago it was still light at 11 p.m. Now it’s dark by 8:30. At least I’m still able to continue with some outdoor work I want to complete before winter.

Here’s this week’s quote (Compliments of http://www.wisdomquotesandstories.com/):

“Be Happy. Be Yourself. If others don’t like it then let them be. Everyone has their own choices. Life isn’t about pleasing everybody.”

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on September 11th, the second Sunday of the month:

Bernardo Accolti [Unico Aretino], Italian writer (Virginia); Pierre de Ronsard, French poet; James Thomson, Scottish poet (Rule Britannia); Johann Jakob Engel, German author (Herr Lorenz Stark); Joanna Baillie, Scottish poet and playwright; Aleksandr Polezhayev, Russian poet (Sasjka); Erastus Flaval Beadle, American publisher (Beadle’s Dime Novels); Fitz Hugh Ludlow, American author (The Hasheesh Eater); Vjenceslav Novak, Croatian Realist writer (Pavao Šegota); Juhani Aho, Finnish journalist and writer (Panu, Tuomio); O. Henry [William Sydney Porter], American short story writer (Cabbages and Kings); Rainis [Jānis Pliekšāns], Latvian poet and playwright; D. H. Lawrence, English poet and writer (Lady Chatterley’s Lover); William Thomas Walsh, American author (Isabella of Spain); Jessica “Decca” Mitford, English author (American Way of Death), activist and one of the Mitford sisters; Alfred Slote, American children’s books author (Love & Tennis, Omega Station); David S. Broder, American journalist (Pulitzer 1973); William Luther Pierce, American author and activist; Phoef Sutton, American television writer and producer; and Philip Ardagh, English children’s books author (Eddie Dickens series).

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me: D. H. Lawrence.  Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work in Progress

Slide1Things are proceeding with my next WIP, Frozen Conquest. Chapter thirteen was posted this week to the two online subscription writing sites I use. I also updated my outline, increasing the number of chapters to at least forty-two.

This week, there were another seventeen chapter reviews, bringing the total to 204, some from long-standing reviewers while others came from new people. Plenty of good suggestions to improve my story and I’m greatly appreciative of the support.

Here’s the next snippet:

A technical sergeant showed the Bedlam team leaders into the installation commander’s office. After a round of handshakes, they sat at a small conference table.

Brigadier General Frederick Rinehart, the Ramstein Air Base installation commander, puffed out his cheeks as he squirmed his rotund body into a chair. “I can give you ten minutes. I’m a very busy man, and a group of local leaders ais due to arrive soon for an important discussion.”

“Thank you for meeting with us, General Rhinehart. We greatly appreciate all of the assistance you’ve provided thus far. I’ll make sure to mention this to Admiral Blakely.” CC smiled. I think this guy is a big windbag and probably never served a day in a combat role.

Rhinehart nodded. “Not a problem. I’ve reviewed the memorandum of agreement.” He stared at CC and Trevor. “Colonels.” He dragged out the words as if it were a curse while tapping the single star on his shoulder board. “I understand your QRF leader is a mere sergeant. He should be staying with the rest of the single NCOs on base.”

“Actually, he was a master chief petty officer in the SEALs, equivalent to an air force chief master sergeant. Rank isn’t important to Bedlam—being able to do the job is what counts.” What a pompous ass!

“Well, you’ll have to replace him. I insist every organizational head on this installation be the equivalent of a field grade officer. This fits with what I project to the local communities. Until such time as he’s replaced, he’ll be required to attend all installation meetings. Furthermore, should we require his services in whatever capacity I choose, he’ll be required to comply.”

CC shook his head. “You might think you’re in control of everything on this base, but you’re not.” He turned to Trevor.

He opened the briefcase he brought to the meeting, extracted a folder, and handed it to CC.

Pulling out a multipage document, CC turned to the signature page before sliding it across the table. “Is that your signature under Brigadier General Frederick Rhinehart?”

The general scoffed. “Get to your point—I don’t have all day to waste with you on this nonsense.”

“Did you actually read the document before you signed it?”

Rhinehart stared at CC before giving a slight nod.

“Do you recognize the signatures of Admiral Blakely, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and General Claude Bouchet, the Air Force Chief of Staff?”

The general pursed his lips before tilting his head.

“Well, General. When did your one star outrank their four stars?”

Rhinehart crossed his arms but remained silent.

“Let me fill you in on some reality. You are instructed by this MOA, which you signed, to render all assistance to the Bedlam Quick Reaction Force while they are housed on this installation. Furthermore, you agreed not to interfere in any way with the operation of this organization.”

CC leaned forward. “There is absolutely nothing in the MOA indicating Bedlam is subordinate to you, nor is there a requirement for the QRF to participate in any installation meetings or events unless the QRF leaders choose to do so. Does this ring a bell?”

“Yes, but things missing from the MOA. I—”

“There are no buts, General. Details contained within an MOA are ironed out before the document is signed, not afterward. When I return to the Pentagon, should I inform Admiral Blakely and General Bouchet you agree to comply with the MOA? Or would you prefer a transfer to a weather station in Alaska?”

Rhinehart tossed the document at CC and struggled to stand. “Get out of my office—now!”

CC, Trevor, and Evelyn headed for the door. Before closing it behind him, CC turned back to Rhinehart. “By the way, General, as a member of the senior executive service, I hold an equivalent rank to you. So does Trevor in the British government. You might want to do a more thorough background check when you’re wasting taxpayers’ money conducting unauthorized investigations.” He closed the door.

Once out of the building, the Bedlam team leaders burst into laughter.

“CC, I thought he was going to have a heart attack or stroke.” Evelyn linked arms with both men. “He’s probably hasn’t been put in his position for a long time.” She glanced at CC. I bet you play a mean game of poker.”

He laughed. “Aye. But for a certain four-star warned me about Rhinehart and how he tries to intimidate people.”

“Well, CC.” Trevor smirked. “I think he just met his match.”

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2022 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved