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Randall’s Rambling, December 15, 2024

I found out this week that the Michigan Wolverines (7-5) will play the Alabama Crimson Tide (9-3) on 31 December in the ReliaQuest Bowl. Needless to say, I’ll be recording and watching this one along with plenty of the other bowl games, especially those in the College Football Playoffs.

With the college football season over except for the upcoming bowl games, my attention at the collegiate level has switched to basketball. Michigan is currently 8-2 and ranked fourteenth in the nation, while the Michigan State Spartans have a matching record and are ranked twenty-first. They play again on the 17th, and Michigan’s next game is on the 18th.

Today will be big game for the Detroit Lions. They take their 12-1 record up against the Buffalo Bills (9-3) in Detroit. Throughout their franchise history, Detroit has never won thirteen games in a single season. Fingers crossed, they’ll rewrite the history books today!  I’ll also be watching the Minnesota Vikings take on the Chicago Bears Monday night as the Vikings are nipping at the Lions’ heels with a 11-2 record.

“Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with. He cannot inflame the minds of his audience.” – David Thoreau. Compliments of  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 15th, the third Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Charles Cowden Clarke, English editor and Shakespearean critic; Henry Charles Carey, American economist (Principles of Poli Economy); Edmond Picard, French-Belgian lawyer and writer (La forge Roussel); Emilio Jacinto, Filipino poet and revolutionary; Ferdinand Hardekopf, German writer and journalist; Hans Carossa, German writer; Pieter Geyl, Dutch historian (History of the Dutch Tribe); Artturi Leinonen, Finnish journalist and writer (Kati); Maxwell Anderson, American dramatist (Winter Set, High Tor); Betty Smith, American novelist (A Tree Grows in Brooklyn); Nicholas P. Dallis, American psychiatrist and comic strip writer (Rex Morgan, M.D.); Muriel Rukeyser, American poet (The Book of the Dead); Isabel Crook (née Brown), Canadian-British anthropologist, author (Prosperity’s Predicament), and professor (Beijing Foreign Studies University. 1947-81); Shan-ul-Haq Haqqee, Pakistani Urdu linguist and writer; Ida Haendel, Polish-British-Canadian child prodigy violinist, teacher, and author (Woman with Violin); Edna O’Brien, Irish novelist and short story writer (The Country Grils; Girl with Green Eyes; Casualties of Peace); Elaine Barkin (née Radoff), American composer, educator, music writer and editor (Perspectives of New Music, 1964-85); (Thomas) “Tim” Conway, American Emmy Award-winning comic actor and screenwriter (McHale’s Navy; The Carol Burnett Show, 1975-78; The Apple Dumpling Gang); Donald Woods, South African journalist, anti-apartheid activist and author (Biko; Asking for Trouble); John Sladek, American sci-fi author (Tik-Tok, Bugs); Michael KIng, New Zealand historian and author (Penguin History of New Zealand); J. M. DeMatteis, American comic book writer; and Rohini, Indian actress, screenwriter and director (Stri).

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me this week: Thomas”Tim” Conway . 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

Mission- YemenEditing of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2  is moving along nicely. 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  643.  As always, I’ve been working hard going through the reviews, and have picked out what I think will improve the story from 374 of them, leaving 269 more to check over.

Here’s another snippet:

Sear followed the others as Abdullah and Yasmin led the way through the house.

Each time they entered another room, Yasmin glanced around in apparent panic. “Zahid. Where are you?” She clutched Abdullah’s arm when there wasn’t a response.

As they reach the last room of the house, Sear pointed toward another door. “Where does that lead?”

Abdullah turned to see what Sear was referring to. “Outside. We installed that years ago to make it easier for Shatara and Zahid to enter the courtyard without disturbing us.”

“I understand.” Sear tried the handle.

The door opened.

Along one edge of the frame, a reddish-brown smudge cascaded down the wood.

Sear knelt and examined the frame, wiping his hand across the smudge. He stood and rubbed his fingers together before raising them to his nose. “Blood.”

“Oh!” Yasmin gasped.

Sear pushed the door wide and rushed down four steps into the courtyard. He glanced around and pointed to additional smudges leading away from the house. “Can’t be certain, but it appears someone took Zahid this way.”

Omar and Rahman rushed past Sear and around the corner, brandishing their weapons.

“Here!” one of them shouted.

Sear yanked out his pistol and hurried to join Abdullah’s brothers.

The main compound gate stood open.

In the sand outside the gate, tire tracks and footprints marked the passage of three people and a vehicle.

The three men raced into the street, looking both ways.

No vehicle in sight.

Omar ran to the right, toward the nearest cross street. His arms flailed as he came to a stop. He bent over, panting. Looking both ways, he shook his head and trudged back to Rahman and Sear. “No sign of anyone. What do we do now?”

Rahman clamped his hand on his brother’s shoulder. He glanced at Sear and frowned. “We must inform Abdullah and Yasmin. This is something I do not relish doing, but it must be done.”

Sear pursed his lips as he tucked his SIG Sauer away. “While you talk with them, I’ll return to the Rashid residence and wait to speak with my colleagues. They joined their PSO contact and a few of his colleagues to search some properties in the Bir-al-Azab area of Old Town where foreigners might be living outside the law.” He sighed. “It’s time to stop wasting time and amp up the search for Shatara and Zahid.”

More next time.

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

The cover is a filler, as the final cover won’t be done until the entire first draft is completed.  I’ll begin posting snippets of this story soon.

Here’s the first snippet:

Evelyn stared at the corpse without a hint of emotion. She nudged the body with her foot to ensure the person was dead and not faking. Satisfied, she scanned the area for additional intruders before holstering her SIG Sauer P226.

Snap!

She spun, yanking out her pistol as she sought the source of the noise.

“Whoa!” CC raised his hands. “I’m on your side, remember?”

Evelyn grinned. “You should know better than to sneak up on anyone, especially a woman living on the edge.” She chuckled. “And one who beats you every time in the kill house.”

“Aye.”

She returned her weapon to its holster as she limped forward.

“I see your leg hasn’t improved any.”

Evelyn shrugged. “Can’t do anything about it, but I can still keep up with you.”

“Aye.” CC chuckled. “C’mon, let’s find the others and clear the area. The admiral, Sir Alex, and Richard will be waiting for an update on the secure system.”

“Lead on, Sir Galahad.”

He bowed and pointed. “That way, my fair lady.”

Evelyn smothered a laugh as they worked their way through the dense foliage.

Snap! Snap!

Evelyn and CC turned, pulling their pistols as they did so.

They chuckled.

A mother coatimundi and two babies waddled out from under the thick foliage. They scurried past Evelyn and CC, heading underneath additional bushes.

CC gestured. “Where do you suppose—”

Crack! Pop! Crack!

Static burst from CC’s radio. He pulled it from his belt and keyed it. “This is Haggis. Come again?”

“Ha … this is …”

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, December 1, 2024

Happy December to one and all! For those who just celebrated American Thanksgiving Day, hope you and yours had an enjoyable holiday.

My favorite football teams had mixed results over the past week. The Detroit Lions did well, winning their game last Sunday, and raising their record to 10-1. On Thanksgiving Day, they played the Chicago Bears and squeaked through 23-20, to up their record to 11-1. They don’t play again until December 8th.

Meanwhile, the Michigan Wolverines took their 6-5 record to Ohio as they faced the 2nd ranked Ohio State Buckeyes. This is an annual clash and both teams take it seriously. Fortunately, the Wolverines prevailed, beating the 10-1 Buckeyes 13-10. Since they won at least six games in the regular season, they are eligible for post season bowl games.

Unfortunately, the Michigan State Spartans didn’t fare as well against Rutgers, losing 41-14 in a snowstorm in East Lansing Michigan. Since the Spartans didn’t win six games during the regular season as they ended up 5-7, they aren’t eligible for post season play.

“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.” – Ernest Hemingway. Compliments of https://getfreewrite.com/blogs/writing-success/32-inspirational-hemingway-quotes-to-get-you-writing.

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

Anna Comnena, Byzantine princess and historian (Alexiad); Anna Louisa Karsch “Die Karschin”, German poet; Eggert Ólafsson, Icelandic explorer, writer (Reise igiennem Island – Travels In Iceland), and language conservationist; Nikolai Mikhailovich Karamzin, Russian writer; Valery Bryusov, Russian poet; Pierre Kemp, Dutch poet (Fugitives & Constants); Rex Stout, American mystery writer (Nero Wolf novels); Ernst Toller, German playwright, President of Bavarian Soviet Republic (1919); Henry Williamson, English author (Tarka the Otter); Charles G. Finney, American fantasy author (Circus of Dr Lao); Jan Koplowitz, German writer; Harold Strachan, South African writer, anti-apartheid activist, and explosives expert; Joachim Hoffmann, German historian; John Crowley, American sci-fi author (Deep, Beasts, Novelty); Peter Kalikow, Queens real estate developer/publisher (NY Post); Daniel Pennac, French writer; Tahar Ben Jelloun, Moroccan writer (L’Enfant de Sable (The Sand Child)); Norbert Wójtowicz, Polish historian and theologian; and Brently Heilbron, American satirist.

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me this week: Rex Stout. 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

Editing of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2  is well underway. Since my last blog post, image a few more reviews have trickled in as most of my faithful readers have already provided their input, so the total is now  632. I went through over 100 reviews and picked out what I think will improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

A servant escorted Sear back into the Bashari residence into the same room where he previously met with Abdullah and Yasmin. He shook hands with Abdullah and acknowledged Yasmin’s smile with a slight bow.

Abdullah beckoned two men forward. “These are my brothers.” He pointed to the one on the left. “This is Omar, and the other is Rahman.”

The two men, both taller and broader than Abdullah, with graying hair and beards, stepped forward, hands outstretched.

Sear shook their hands, wincing as he pulled his hand back. “I’m pleased to meet you.

“Likewise, Sayyid Sear.” Omar’s deep voice resonated throughout the room.

“I agree with my brother.” Rahman spoke in a higher-pitched voice.

Abdullah waved both men back to their sofa. He sat next to Sear on another while Jasmin sat in her customary chair.

“So, we must begin our hunt for Shatara.” Sear pursed his lips. “Two of my long-time colleagues are meeting with a member of the PSO to learn anything the organization might have uncovered.”

The brothers glanced at each other but couldn’t hide their apparent look of alarm.

“Not to worry—these men used to work in the embassy’s security office and can be trusted. I will meet with their PSO contact later.”

Omar smiled. “If Abdullah trusts you, then who are Rahman and I to challenge his opinion? We shall do the same.”

“Shukran.  I shall do my best to uphold my promise to find and recover Shatara.” But I won’t die in the process—that’s for fanatics. Sear rubbed his thickening beard. “So with my two colleagues, myself, Abdullah, and you two, that makes our team six. A good start, but I wonder if it’ll be enough? I think we’ll have to scour Sana’s and perhaps Aden, as well as any other areas our efforts lead us to.”

The brothers exchanged glances again and nodded.

“I speak for both of us.” Omar pointed at Rahman and himself. “Between us, we have four adult sons. They want to participate for the honor of the family.”

Sear smiled. Great. How many more rookies will we attract? “Thank them for me.”

Yasmin raised a hand. “Please do not forget my late husband’s family. They want to help as well. He had four brothers, and they have some grown-up sons who want to help.”

Sear rubbed his thickening beard. “Where are they now?”

“Like my late husband, they are all fishermen, so they live in Aden.”

Sear nodded. “If we head to Aden, they will be a welcome addition.” The more, the merrier. How did I allow Vincent to talk me into this? “Okay, first things first. I assume since you live in or near Sana’a, you know your way around the city. What about weapons? Have any of you fired them in the past?”

Omar and Rahman laughed.

“We grew up with weapons in the family.” Rahman smirked. “However, of the three of us, I am the best shot.”

Sear studied their faces. “Have you ever fired at a human and killed them?”

“Well … no. But we must protect the family’s honor and do whatever it takes.”

“Understood.” Sear nodded. I hope these amateurs won’t be my downfall. I definitely need to have an in-depth discussion with Vincent before accepting any other jobs.

“Okay. Any particular areas around the city you think we should search first?”

Rahman scratched his nose. “Outside the city walls is where I suggest we begin. For years, there have been rumors about children taken from the streets and hidden there before they are smuggled into Aden and where they are turned over to human traffickers.”

“Oohhhh!”

A gasp came from Yasmin. She wiped at tears beginning to stream down her face. She clutched a hand to her chest. “I hope this has not happened to my beloved daughter.”

Abdullah gritted his teeth. “If we find whoever took Shatara, I swear before Almighty Allah they may meet him sooner than they expect.” He shook a fist in the air. “I promise I will kill them!”

One of the servants entered the room. “Excuse me, Sayyid Abdullah. I went to bring Zahid to the meeting as you had requested. I have searched every room and outside.” The man swallowed. “I cannot find him anywhere?”

“Not even in his favorite tree in the courtyard?”

“I checked there as well. It is as if he has disappeared.”

Abdullah and Yasmin raced out of the room, calling for Zahid.

No response.

Sear studied Omar and Rahman’s posture. They don’t seem concerned. Do they know something about the boy’s disappearance, or are they just good poker players?

Omar and Rahman finally stood. Both men pulled weapons from under their thobes.

Rahman raised his. “We better help search for Zahid. We cannot and will not allow another member of this family to fall into the clutches of villains.”

More next time, I think.

Vendetta Draft CoverMy next novel will be Vendetta, the sixth story in my Bedlam series. The first two chapters are finished and posted to the two subscription writing sites I use. To date, there have already been twenty-eight reviews.  The cover is a filler, as the final cover won’t be done until the entire first draft is completed. When I was going through the reviews of chapter two, I realized I needed to make a change to the location of the Council of Vengeance. Here is the revised description:

The Bedlam organization proceeded with their plans to create a fourth operational team, based in Pretoria, South Africa. The existing team leaders, Craig Cameron, Col Trevor Franklin ®, and Lady Evelyn Evinrude are sent to assist the designated advisor with team member selections.

What should be a routine deployment is anything but as they’re targeted by unknown assailants. Who or what organization is after them, and why?

While assisting with the creation of the new team and searching for those trying to eliminate them, Craig, Trevor, and Evelyn are given a new operational mission.

The Council of Vengeance, controlled by an extremist militant group, seeks to overthrow the Nigerian government through a culture of urban violence, political corruption, and juridical impunity. Extortion, bribery, kidnapping, and murder are part of the group’s modus operandi as they surge forward toward their objectives.

How will the Bedlam teams fare in the face of adversity? Or will the militants’ efforts be rewarded?

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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