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Randall’s Ramblings, January 19, 2025

I looked outside yesterday morning, expecting to see a few deer finishing off the corn . There weren’t any deer, but we did have other visitors. If I counted correctly, and I think I did, there were sixteen wild turkeys finishing off the corn and the squirrels’ food. It was great to see the turkeys as it was only the second or third time we’ve seen them since moving in last May.

The Detroit Lions played the Washington Commanders last night in the NFC Divisional playoffs. Detroit’s season ended with a 45-31 loss, while next Washington will play the winner of tonight’s LA Rams-Philidelphia Eagles game for the NFC Championship. It was disappointing to see the Lions stumble so close to the finish line, but now they’ll have to watch the rest of the season from the bench.

Last Sunday, Michigan and Michigan State won their basketball games, raising their records to 13-3 and 14-2, respectively Michigan is now ranked 20th in the Top Twenty-Five, while Michigan moved up to 12th.

They both played again during the week, with Michigan State improving to 15-2.  Michigan lost a heart-breaker at the buzzer in overtime when the score was tied 81-81. A Minnesota player sank a three-pointer to clinch the win. Michigan is now 13-4 and will likely drop out of the Top Twenty-Five. Both Michigan and Michigan State have games today.

“When you get in a tight place and everything goes against you till it seems as though you could not hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the time and the place the tide will turn.” – Harriet Beecher Stowe. 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 January 19th, the third Sunday of 2025. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

 

Noel Alexandre, French controversial theologian and historian; Jacques-Henri Bernardin de Saint-Pierre, French writer (Paul et Virginie); Isaiah Thomas, American journalist, editor and historian (Massachusetts Spy; Per Daniel Amadeus Atterbom, Swedish romantic poet (Blommorna (The Flowers), Lycksalighetens Ö (The Island of Bliss)) and historian (Svenska Siare och Skalder); Auguste Comte, French philosopher and father of sociology (A General View of Positivism); Edgar Allan Poe, American writer, poet and critic (The Pit and the Pendulum) considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre (Murders in the Rue Morgue); Carlos Guido y Spano, Argentine poet (Mexico, canto epico); Eugene Brieux, French playwright (Blanchette, Lesson Avaries); Gustav Meyrink, Austrian writer (The Golem); Hans Erich Blaich [Dr. Owlglass], German writer (Simplicissimus); Fráňa Šrámek, Czech poet, novelist, playwright, and anarchist; Boris Savinkov, Russian writer; Alexander Woollcott, American critic and short story writer (The Man Who Came to Dinner); Heinrich Schmidt-Barrien, German author (Moorkeerl); Phyllis Flowerdew, English school reading text author (Wide Range Reader series that sold over 7 million copies); Roh Ogura, Japanese composer and writer; John H. Johnson, African-American publisher (Negro Digest, Ebony, Jet); Patricia Highsmith [Plangman], American novel writer (Strangers On A Train; The Talented Mr. Ripley; The Price of Salt); Jean Francois Revel, French philosopher and author (Ni Marx ni Jesus); Nina Bawden, English author (“Afternoon of a Good Woman”, “Carrie’s War”); Libera Carlier, Flemish WWII resistance fighter, sailor, and author (Action Station Go!); Soumitra Chatterjee, Indian actor, playwright and poet (Satyajit Ray’s Apu Trilogy); Julian Barnes, English writer (Before She Met Me, The Sense of an Ending); and Edwidge Danticat, Haitian-American author.

 

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me this week:Edgar Allan Poe. 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 is now a finalist in the 2024 Chanticleer International Book Awards from the long list for global thrillers. There’s still plenty of competition, with fourteen other finalists in addition to Frozen Conquest, including David Wickenden, who has been a finalist in the past. Click on finalist to see the list.

First in category winners and category grand prize winners will be announced on April 5th.  Good luck to all the finalists as we wait for the end results.

 

 

My Work In Progress

Work continues on Vendetta, the sixth novel in my Bedlam series. I posted chapter nine this week to the two subscription writing sites I use. There were another eight reviews this week, bringing the total to 128. Plenty of suggestions to improve my writing.

As previously mentioned the cover is a filler, as the final cover won’t be done until the entire first draft is completed.  Here’s another snippet:

Five men sat around a pentagonal wooden table in the back room of Jake’s Bar. Faint music drifted in from the bustling main area, packed with patrons and prostitutes. Despite diverse backgrounds, the men shared a unified purpose: gaining control over drug dealing, smuggling, kidnapping, and extortion across the country.

This was their first meeting as the Council of Vengeance. Their faces were in shadow as the only light came from a flickering oil lamp centered on the table. Wisps of smoke curled upward from the lantern. A pitcher of Nigerian Legend stout sat near the lamp, with full glasses in front of each man. 

A waiter placed small dishes of chin chin or fried dough, akara or bean cakes, and fried plantain chips within easy reach. A separate dish held coconut candy, while a large platter had Nigerian suya. The spicy aroma of the beef shish kebabs wafted through the air.

The men remained silent until the waiter departed. They cast uneasy glances at the others as they were regular and deadly competitors—in a cut-throat business. To avoid drawing attention, they wore  Western-style jeans, multi-colored t-shirts, and a mixture of Nike and Adidas sneakers, as did many of the bar’s patrons.

Ten armed men leaned against the walls of the room, bulges in their clothing suggesting hidden weapons.

Mongo Abara, a heavy-set man with gray around his temples who served as the presumptive leader of the council, brought the meeting to order. He began speaking in Yoruba before switching to English. “E kaabo. My heart is joyful with the sight of my colleagues and competitors.”

Everyone nodded as they echoed Mongo’s welcome.

“After several weeks of negotiation, we are at last together to discuss how we will put an end to the violence we receive from the Nigerian authorities.” Mongo grinned. “Of course, we will continue to use whatever means necessary to achieve our collection objectives, including extortion, bribery, kidnapping, and murder.”

Everyone chuckled before sipping their beer.

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 2025 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

 
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Randall’s Ramblings, January 12, 2025

Snow flurries started at about 11:30am on Friday. They became heavier and started to cover the ground in sheltered areas. By 11:45, a local grocery store sent out a text saying they were closing at 12:00 because of the snow.

This was the first snow we’ve seen since moving to South Carolina last May. By 1:30 pm, the unprotected areas were turning white, with 1-3 inches of snow predicted by 11:pm. We ended up with about an inch, but later in the evening the snow turned to rain, covering everything with a coat of ice. Even though it was melting (at least in our area) by lunchtime on Saturday, many local churches either restricted services for today or cancelled them entirely.  No more snow is forecast for the foreseeable future.

The Detroit Lions roared past the Minnesota Vikings 31-9 last Sunday, upping their record to a franchise best 15-2. They ended up top of the NFC North, grabbed the top seed for the NFC and gained a bye for next week when the playoffs begin with wild cards. They’ll also keep home field advantage. They’re still waiting to hear who their opponent will be on January 18th or 19th, depending upon the outcome of this weekend’s wildcard games.

Michigan State moved up two places in the men’s basketball Top Twenty-Five, and are now in 16th position. Meanwhile, Michigan moved back into the Top Twenty-Five and are currently number twenty-four. Both teams played games this week and won. Michigan State is now 13-2, while Michigan is 12-3. They both play again today.

“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 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 January 12th, the second Sunday of 2025. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Charles Perrault, French author and fairy tale writer (Tales of Mother Goose); Jacob Michael Reinhold Lenz, Baltic German poet and dramatist (The Soldiers); Erik Gustaf Geijer, Swedish historian and poet (Natthimmelen); Gideon Brecher, Austrian physician and Jewish writer; Louise Sophie Blussé, Dutch author; Jan Theodoor Beelen, Dutch-Belgian bible scholar; Francois Coppee, French poet; Marika Stiernstedt, Swedish author (Ulla Bella); Jack London, American writer and socialist (Call of the Wild); Ferenc Molnar, Hungarian American playwright (A Pal Utrai Fiuk) and novelist (The Paul Street Boys); Jakob Jud, Swiss linguist and etymologist; Alfred Rosenberg, German Nazi official who wrote Nazi idealogue “The Myth of the Twentieth Century”; Charles Moeller, Belgian theologist (Humanism et saintete); Martin Agronsky, American journalist (1952 Peabody, 1961 DuPont-Columbia); Paul Jarrico, American writer; Yao Wenyuan, Chinese literary critic and politician (member of the Gang of Four); Alain Teister, Dutch writer; Helmut Eisendle, Austrian writer; Jacques Hamelink, Dutch writer and poet (Cold Unrest); William Nicholson, English writer; Haruki Murakami, Japanese writer (Norwegian Wood); Charles Faulkner, American motivational speaker and author; Walter Mosley, American novelist; Rockne S. O’Bannon, American screenwriter; Lasana M. Sekou, Caribbean poet and author (The Salt Reaper); Joe Quesada, American comic book writer; François Girard, French Canadian film director and screenwriter; Heather Mills, English model, activist and writer (Out on a Limb); David Mitchell, English novelist (Cloud Atlas; and Issa Rae, American actress, writer and producer (Insecure).

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me this week: Heather Mills. 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 from the long list for global thrillers and is now on the short list. There’s plenty of competition as all members of the short list slug it out to make it onto the semifinalist list. Afterward, the competition will heat up as the finals, first in category winners, and category grand prize winners are still to come. Fingers cross that Frozen Conquest continues to move forward in the competition!

My Work In Progress

Mission- YemenEditing of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2 continues at a good pace.  As always, I’ve been working hard going through the 648 reviews, and have finished picking out what I think will improve the story from all of them.

Here’s the final snippet:

Yusuf dragged Uzza through the corridor, up the steps, and along another hallway to Prince Hussein’s office. He knocked on the door.

“Enter.”

Upon hearing Prince Hussein’s command, he shoved Uzza against the door and opened it.

She fell into the room.

Yusuf grabbed her arm and dragged her to a chair in front of Prince Hussein’s desk.

Prince Sami stood behind his brother. He bent over and whispered in Hussein’s ear.

Hussein nodded as he crossed his arms. “I gave you as a gift to my brother, who wants to make you his first wife. As is normal in our customs, I shall provide a  to you on Sami’s behalf. You shall receive one thousand gold coins and ten acres of our family’s land in Saudi Arabia. In addition, Sami will arrange for a new house to be built where you both shall live. You will also receive several heirlooms from the al Mishari family—these will be decided later. ” Hussein pursed his lips. “Of course, if we knew your family of origin, you might have received more. However, since you are from the streets, that is all I am prepared to offer. Do you accept?”

“B-But, Prince Hussein, he raped me!”

Hussein turned to his brother. “Is what she said true?”

“I guess.” Sami shrugged. “But she was a temptress and deserved to be punished.”

“Not by you, as she is in my household.” Hussein glowered at his brother. “You are not to touch her again in any manner until the katb al-kitab. During your ceremony, as the acting sheikh of the al Mishari family, I will lay out the terms of the marriage, and you both shall sign the contract.”

Sami opened his mouth to speak.

“Do not say a word. This is my decision, and you will abide by it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, brother. I shall do as you say.”

Hussein turned to Uzza. “You will remain with Shatara for the time being and continue to look after her. Do not attempt to escape, or you will be punished.”

Uzza wiped tears from her eyes. “Yes, Prince Hussein.”

He turned to Yusuf. “Take her back to Shatara.”

“Yes, my prince.”

Hussein waved a hand in dismissal. After Yusuf and Uzza departed, Hussein gestured to a chain in front of his desk. “Sit.”

Sami frowned as he sat. Rubbing his shoulder, he grimaced. “I hit her, but it was a reflex reaction after she dug her fingers into my wound. It started bleeding again, and I had to put a new bandage on it. She also kicked me in the groin and I almost vomited.”

“I understand the reflex action, but why did you rape her? We found you plenty of willing partners.”

Sami shrugged. “Yes, you did find others, but none appealed to me as much as Uzza.”

“Be as it may, keep your mind on business, not pleasure. I need you to oversee something for me.”

“What is it?”

Hussein pulled a letter from a desk drawer and slid it across to Sami. “I received this warning this morning:”

My dear Prince Hussein,

Beware. I understand the National Security Bureau is getting closer to you. In addition, there is another element involved—searching for two children of Abdullah Bashari. If you know anything about the children, I recommend you distance yourself.

Remember, my friends and I shall do our best to forestall efforts by the  NSB and this other group, but you must work quicker to advance Saudi interests. Otherwise, we might not be able to continue our support.

A friend.

No more information will be posted about Mission: Yemen until it heads out to beta readers, most likely in March.

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 eight chapters are now finished and posted to the two subscription writing sites I use. There were another twenty-two reviews this week, bringing the total to 120.

As previously mentioned 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 2025 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, December 29, 2024

This morning we were awakened by an emergency signal from the cell phone, warning that our area was under a tornado warning. It’s over now, lasting thirty-five minutes, but there are still wind gusts and heavy rain forecast for the next hour or so.

Happy New Year to all as we approach the beginning of 2025! May everyone have a healthy and prosperous new year!

The University of Michigan Wolverines didn’t play this week, but they dropped out of the top twenty-five rankings. They play again this evening.  The Michigan State Spartans also didn’t play, but their 10-2 record was sufficient for this to climb another two spots in the rankings to eighteenth. They play again tomorrow night.

The Detroit Lions beat the Chicago Bears last Sunday, raising their record to 13-2, the first time in franchise history that they’ve won thirteen games in a single season. I’m hoping they’ll continue their winning ways tomorrow night when they play San Francisco.

“The only limits to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt. 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 29nd, the fifth and final Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Francisco de Moncada, 3rd Marquis of Aitona, Spanish diplomat, soldier, and writer; Sir Archibald Alison, 1st Baronet, Scottish historian (History of Europe); Albert Pike, US attorney, soldier, writer, and freemason (Brigadier-General in the Confederate Army); Adam Badeau, American author, Union Army officer, and diplomat; Elisabeth of Wied [pseudonym Carmen Sylva], Queen consort of Romania and poet; om Weir, Scottish climber, author and broadcaster (The Scots Magazine, Weir’s Way); Charles L. Harness, American sci-fi author (Paradox Men, Wolfhead); Robert Ruark, American writer (Something of Value); Dobrica Cosic, Serbian writer and President 1992-93); William Gaddis, American novelist; Forough Farrokhzad, Iranian pre-eminent poet and film director; Brigitte Kronauer, German author (The Scheik of Aachen); Paul Rudnick, American screenwriter and playwright; and Danny R. McBride, American actor, writer, and producer.

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 Published Work

The results of the 2024 Global Thriller Awards were announced yesterday. Frozen Conquest was the sole finalist (fourth place) for the action-adventure category, while Ultimate Escalation won the bronze medal for the suspense-political category. Needless to say, I’m thrilled!
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My Work In Progress

Mission- YemenEditing of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2  is moving along nicely. I only expect two or three more reviews, but with this being Christmas week, the total remained at 645.   As always, I’ve been working hard going through the reviews, and have picked out what I think will improve the story from 505 of them, leaving 140 more to check over. I didn’t get through as many as I had planned, but our son was here this week, so writing and editing took a back seat.

Here’s another snippet:

Sear glanced at the tray of snacks Qadir carried and waved him away. He sipped on his qishr as he studied the faces of the others.

Abdullah sat next to Yasmin and held her hand, his face unreadable.

From time to time, Yasmin sniffled as she wiped tears away with a hand-embroidered cotton cloth.

Omar and Rahman sat on a sofa opposite Abdullah and Yasmin. Their faces were a total mask, not betraying any emotions.

In response to a ping, Rahman picked up his phone from the table next to the sofa. He showed it to Omar, who nodded.

“That was a text message from one of my sons.” A smile glimmered across Rahman’s face. “Our sons will be here soon.”

Sear cleared his throat as he looked at his watch. “Excellent. It’s still early, so once they arrive, we can begin our hunt for Shatara.” He looked at Abdullah and Yasmin. “We’ll do everything we can to bring her home—and Zahid, too.”

Abdullah half-raised a hand and gave a brief smile to Sear’s words.

A chime sounded throughout the house.

Moments later, Qadir returned to the living room, accompanied by four young men.

The first two approached Sear. A young man with a scraggly beard, wearing a stained thobe and worn sandals, pointed to himself. “I understand you’re going to search for my cousins, and we want to help. I am Majid. Omar is our father.” He pointed to his double, dressed like he was.” This is my twin brother, Naji. We know the city as we’re both taxi drivers.”

Naji smiled. “Yes. Our taxis are old but reliable Peugeot 504 four-door saloons.”

Sear shook hands with both men. “Welcome to the party. We’ll need your knowledge of the city, so shukran for joining us.”

Naji and Majid stepped aside, finding seats on another sofa.

Two tall men with bulging muscles stepped forward, one slightly taller than the other. The taller man spoke first. “I am Timin, and this is my younger brother, Usman. Our father is Rahman. We also want to help and we both drive Toyota Tundra pickups. Our work as vendors in one of the markets allows us to meet people from all over the city. We will begin asking questions.”

Usman turned to Abdullah. “Uncle, do you have photographs of Shatara and Zahid we can show to customers? Perhaps someone might have spotted them.”

Abdullah nodded. “Yes.” He turned to Yasmin. “Bring some pictures they can use.”

She stood and left the room without a word.

“We now have plenty of people to begin canvassing the city.” Sear pursed his lips. “I suggest we break into three teams. Omar, you and your sons will be team one. Rahman, you, Timin, and Usman will be the second team. Qasim and Malik will join me, and we’ll be team three.”

Abdullah glanced at his brothers. “What about me?”

“Stay by the phone.” Sear crossed his arms. “The kidnappers might call, and even if they don’t, Yasmin needs your support. If we find something noteworthy, I’ll come and get you.”

Abdullah frowned. “I suppose you are correct, Sear. However, I would rather be searching for my daughter and son.”

“I understand.” Sear uncrossed his arms. “I promise if we find out anything at all, I’ll call you.” Just hope we don’t find any bodies.

“Okay, but I still think I should be with you.”

“No, it’s better for you to give Yasmin the support she requires.”

At that moment, Yasmin returned, holding a large envelope. “Here are all the photographs I could find of Shatara and Zahid. “She handed it to Sear. “Please bring back my children.”

He took the envelope and peered inside before nodding. “I promise we shall leave no stone unturned to find them.” Sear turned toward the others. “Let’s go.”

The penultimate snippet will be posted next week.

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

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 after I finish posting snippets for Mission: Yemen.

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 22, 2024

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, November 17, 2024

While my two favorite college football teams, the University of Michigan Wolverines and the Michigan State Spartans, are having subpar seasons, the same can’t be said for my favorite NFL team, the Detroit Lions. The Lions have the second-best record in the NFL at this point, 8-1. Only the Kansas City Chiefs have a better record at 10-0. All being well, the Lions will improve today to 9-1. Fingers crossed!

The exodus of leaves from the trees has continued. Fortunately, since we hired someone this year to maintain our lawn, I didn’t have to spend hours raking them up.  Yesterday was a sunny and dry day when he came, and he made short order of the leaves, using one of his machines to mulch them.

The deer, squirrels, birds, and wild turkeys continue to feast on the offerings we put out for them. I saw a young buck yesterday evening, and yesterday morning eleven turkeys dropped by. Of course, the squirrels and birds visit throughout every day. It’s great to see the wildlife!

“You know that fiction, prose rather, is possibly the roughest trade of all in writing. You do not have the reference, the old important reference. You have the sheet of blank paper, the pencil, and the obligation to invent truer than things can be true. You have to take what is not palpable and make it completely palpable and also have it seem normal and so that it can become a part of experience of the person who reads it.” – 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 November 17th, the third Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

George Grote, British historian (History of Greece); August Wilhelm Ambros, Austrian Czech musicologist (History of Music); Petko Slaveykov, Bulgarian revolutionary writer, poet and politician; Voltairine de Cleyre, American anarchist, writer and speaker; Crane Wilbur, American director and writer (Bat, Canon City, Yellow Cargo); Gregorio López y Fuentes, Mexican author of the Mexican Revolution known for “El Indio”; Roger Vitrac, French poet and dramatist (Coup of Trafalgar); Adam Ważyk [Adam Wagman], Polish poet and author (Eyes & Mouth); Gerald Savory, British actor playwright and TV producer (Heart of the Matter); Ellis Hillman, British Labour party politician, lecturer, and writer (London Under London); Dahlia Ravikovitch, Israeli poet and translator; Auberon Waugh, British author and journalist (Private Eye); Steven E. de Souza, American scriptwriter and producer (Die Hard, Commando); Mark “Chopper” Read, Australian criminal and crime author (Chopper: From the Inside); and Christopher Paolini, American novelist known for “The Inheritance Cycle”.

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

The first draft of Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2  is now finished. Chapters forty and forty-one were completed and posted to imagethe two online subscription writing sites I use. Since my last blog post,  the story has received another twenty-one chapter reviews, bringing the total to 599. Now the fun begins–going through the reviews and picking out what I want to use to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

As Prince Sami stopped to study the small village, Wazir nudged him. “Prince Sami, we must return to the vehicle—now!”

“Why so soon? I want to stretch my legs more before we continue.”

“Did you not see the four men with AK-47s?”

“Yes, but I thought it was a common sight given the situation in Yemen.”

Wazir sighed. “They were Houthis. You are well-dressed for this part of Yemen, and therefore, you might be kidnapped for ransom. Hurry, we must go.”

“Oh.”

They rushed to the vehicle and climbed inside.

Yusuf glanced at them from behind the steering wheel. “Houthis?”

“Yes.” Wazir gestured over his shoulder. “Four of them.”

Yusuf put the SUV into gear and pulled out on the highway. “Keep an eye out for them following us.” As he drove, he reached under his seat and pulled out his AK-47.

Wazir did the same. “Prince Sami, there is a weapon under your seat. I assume you know how to use one?”

“Of course.” He scoffed. “One doesn’t grow up in Saudi Arabia without learning to protect oneself—even if they are forbidden.”

Yusuf glanced in the rearview mirror. “So far, no one is following us.” He continued following the road, now crumbling in parts. “So, did you find something to eat?”

“Just a minute, and I will give you something.” Wazir scooped a portion of the food into a smaller bag and handed it to Yusuf. “Here is yours. Do you think we should stop to eat?”

Yusuf shook his head. “Perhaps in a few miles. I want more distance from Al Milah before pulling over.” As he rounded a bend, he slowed.

Ahead, four Houthi men brandished weapons as they manned a checkpoint. Dressed in civilian clothes, signs behind them held Houthi slogans: God is Greater, Death to America, Death to Israel, Curse on the Jews, Victory to Islam.

Yusuf inched forward, coming to a halt beside one of the men.

“Salam alaikum.”

Yusuf nodded. “Wa alaykum as-salam.”

“Why are you on this road?”

“We are returning to Sana’a from Aden.”

The terrorist frowned. “Who is with you?”

“My cousin.” Yusuf gestured toward Wazir. “And a friend of ours who just returned from overseas.”

The man grunted. “There is now a tax for using this road. You must pay two hundred rials per person.” He reached out a hand.

“Just a minute.” Yusuf pulled out the envelope, counted the money, and handed it over.

After counting the notes, the terrorist nodded. “You are short. I said two hundred per person, but there is also a tax for the vehicle—another two hundred.”

“But …” Yusuf sighed as he counted out another two hundred rials. “May we go now?”

“Yes. There are other checkpoints as you drive north. Some of our friends might not be so generous as I have been and will want to inspect your vehicle.”

“Yusuf nodded. “Shukran.”

The man waved them forward.

Yusuf drove ahead, gathering speed as they left the checkpoint behind. “Keep your weapons handy. I have a bad feeling.”

An hour later, they continued climbing in elevation as they approached Ad Dali.

Prince Sami wrapped his thobe tighter around his body. “It is getting cold.”

“Yes. Ad Dali is at about one thousand five hundred meters.”  Wazir gestured behind the prince. “If you are too cold, there should be a blanket in the rear.”

The prince turned around and rummaged in the back. “Yes, I found one. Shukran.”

They passed through Ad Dali without incident, although they had to drive slower due to the myriad of animals and people on the road.

North of the city, Yusuf once again picked up speed. “We will be in Sana’a within two hours.”

Prince Sami yawned. “Good. I am tired from this long and boring drive.”

“At least we made it through the check—”

Three bullets smashed through the windshield, with shards of glass peppering Yusuf and Wazir.

Prince Sami slumped in his seat, blood spreading across his left shoulder, staining his thobe a bright red.

Perhaps 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, November 10, 2024

As the days pass, the number of leaves turning color and falling have gone from a trickle, to a mass exodus from trees. Unlike in Scotland, where the fallen leaves almost immediately begin to decay, we’re seeing them remain crisp and crunchy, ready to be raked up. What a difference!

I’ve been recording and watching numerous college football games. One of my favorite teams is the Michigan Wolverines, who aren’t doing too good. Last year at this time they were 10-0. Right now, they’re 5-5. Oh well!  At least the Lions are roaring through the opposition in the National Football League. Right now, they’re top of their division with a 7-1 record. Long may it last!

“I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.” 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 November 10th, the second Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Martin Luther, German theologian and key figure in the Protestant Reformation; Laurentius Paulinus Gothus, Swedish theologian and astronomer; acob Cats [Father Cats], Dutch grand pensionary and poet (Houwelyck); Anne “Ninon” de l’Enclos, French patron of the arts, courtesan and writer; Oliver Goldsmith, Irish novelist and dramatist (She Stoops to Conquer); Frederich von Schiller, German poet and lyricist (Ode to Joy); Vladimir Dal, Russian lexicographer (Explanatory Dictionary of the Living Great Russian Language); Dobri Voynikov, Bulgarian teacher, playwright and journalist (The Phoney Civilization); Jose Hernandez, Argentine poet (MartinFierro); Henry Eyster Jacobs, American Lutheran theologian; Winston Churchill, American author (Crisis, Crossing); Nicholas Vachel Lindsay, American poet (Gen William Booth enters Heaven); Patrick Pearse, Irish poet, nationalist and political activist; Aart A. van Schelven, Dutch church historian (Willem of Orange); Jan van Nijlen, Flemish poet and author (Bird Phoenix); Arnold Zweig, German Jewish anti-fascist and author (Erziehung vor Verdun; Der große Krieg der weißen Männer); ohn P. Marquand, American writer (The Late George Apley); Murk Daniel Ozinga, Dutch art historian (Monuments of Curacao); John Moore, English author (Portrait of Elmbury, Brensham Village and The Blue Field); Paweł Jasienica, Polish historian; Álvaro Cunhal, Portuguese writer and politician (Communist Party Secretary-General, 1961-92; Assembly Member, 1976-87); Oda Blinder [Yolanda Corsen], Curaçao-Dutch poet (Doorstep); Russell Means, Native American activist, actor, writer, and musician; Debra Hill, American screenwriter and film producer (Escape from New York); James Chapman, American novelist (Stet); Neil Gaiman, English writer of graphic novels, films and fiction (American Gods, The Graveyard Book, The Ocean at the End of the Lane); Magnús Scheving, Icelandic athlete, writer and producer (LazyTown); and Sean Hughes, Irish stand-up comedian, writer and actor.

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me this week: Martin Luther. 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 is moving along on Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2  Chapter thirty-nine was completed and posted to imagethe two online subscription writing sites I use. Since my last blog post,  the story has received another twelve chapter reviews, bringing the total to 578.

Here’s another snippet:

Yusuf sat behind the wheel of the late model Toyota Landcruiser. White with black trim, it blended in well with other vehicles on the road.

“When will we arrive?” Prince Sami stared out the backseat window, studying the sparse vehicles and pedestrians as they rushed along the highway. He was a thin, short man with a high-pitched, reedy voice. As with most Saudis, he wore a white thobe. A ghutra, a white and red checked headdress with a double black cord known as an agal, covered his head.

Yusuf glanced at Wazir, sitting in the front passenger seat.

Both men rolled their eyes but remained silent.

“Yusuf—when will we get to Sana’a?”

“Sorry, Prince Sami. I didn’t hear you. It will take about five hours—longer if you want to stop and eat on the way. Of course, it will depend on how many checkpoints we come across. Our first stop for food and fuel will be in Lahej if you are hungry. It is only forty-five kilometers from Aden. Otherwise, I suggest we wait until we reach Al Milah, about ninety kilometers.”

“How long will it take before we arrive in Al Milah?”

“About two hours, Prince Sami. But it would be a better place to refuel and eat.”

“Do it.” He closed his eyes.

“Of course, Prince Sami.”

Yusuf gripped the steering wheel tighter as he accelerated around two slow-moving trucks.

When they headed out of Aden, the number of dwellings and shops diminished. The occasional business with farm machinery and broken-down vehicles lined some of the road, while sparse vegetation and vast swathes of sand became the prominent sights.

They continued along the road, with the men apparently lost in their own thoughts.

As they approached Lahej, Yusuf stomped on the brakes, bringing the vehicle to a halt.

Prince Sami grabbed the back of Yusuf’s seat. “What—what is the problem?”

“Ahead—checkpoint.”

“Can we go around it?”

“No, Prince Sami. Any deviation from the road will be suspicious. Most of the guards at the checkpoints just ask questions.” Yusuf yanked an envelope stuffed with money from above the visor. “Let us see what they want.”

Yusuf changed gears as the vehicle in front of them moved forward. With a lurch, the Landcruiser rocked as Yusuf drove over some rocks placed on the road as an impediment.

When their turn came, Yusuf stopped near two soldiers.

One of them stepped to the window while the other remained in position, his AK-47 pointed at Yusuf.

The one who stepped forward stared at Yusuf. “Where you come from?”

“Aden.”

“Where you go?”

“Sana’a.” He gestured over his shoulder at Prince Sami. “We are taking this important visitor to meet with his brother.”

The man frowned before holding out a hand.

Yusuf smiled as he slid several Yemeni rial notes from the envelope and handed them over.

The man counted the money and smiled. “You may go.”

Yusuf nodded. Once again, the vehicle lurched as he put it in gear, and they continued their journey.

Once they gained some space from the checkpoint, Yusuf slowed. “See, Prince Sami? No problem.” Yusuf picked up speed. “We should be near Al Milah in about forty-five minutes.”

“Good. I am ready to eat.”

More next time.

During the past week, I also finished editing chapters 8-10 of The Great Rebellion, and sent them to my co-author for review. I won’t be posting the cover or any of the chapters here, per the desires of my co-author.

Once the first draft of Mission: Yemen is completed, I’ll begin work on Vendetta, the sixth novel in my Bedlam series. More of this later.

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, October 27,2024

There’s been progress regarding the issues that hit our area with Hurricane Helene. The bridge that has been out on a road I use is now back in service. Also, the internet outage in the area is over–that’s the good news. We still don’t have internet service despite rebooting the router multiple times as recommended, and the soonest a technician will be able to make a house call is the  5th of November. At least the mobile hotspot we purchased is giving us the connectivity we need.

On a separate note, the leaves are changing as we go through autumn. We see deer on a regular basis coming for the shelled corn we put out, and a couple of days ago we were visited by eleven wild turkeys. Meanwhile, the squirrels are harvesting the nuts from the walnut and acorn trees and preparing for winter.

“For your born writer, nothing is so healing as the realization that he has come upon the right word.”—Catherine Drinker Bowen.  Compliments of http://www.nicolemgulotta.com/blog-25-inspirational-quotes.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on October 27th, the fourth and final Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Christopher Columbus Andres, American diplomat, newspaperman, author, and Brevet Major General (Union Army); Emily Post, American authority on social behaviour and writer (Etiquette); Henry Tate, Australian composer and poet; Enid Bagnold, British novelist (Chalk Garden, 1956 Award of Merit); Graciliano Ramos, Brazilian author (Vidas Secas); Victor E. van Vriesland, Dutch poet (Mirror of Dutch Poetry); Joseph Medicine Crow, Native American chief and historian; Dylan Thomas, Welsh poet and writer (Child’s Christmas in Wales); Kazimierz Brandys, Polish essayist and writer; Babs Gonzales [Lee Brown], American be-bop jazz vocalist, poet, and songwriter (“Oop-Pop-A-Da”); Warren Allen Smith, American gay rights activist and writer; Nawal el-Saadawi, Egyptian feminist writer and activist; Sylvia Plath, American poet (The Colossus; Three Women), novelist (The Bell Jar), and posthumous Pulitzer Prize winner (Poetry, 1982); Maxine Hong Kingston, American author (The Woman Warrior); Terry Anderson, American journalist, US hostage held in Lebanon (1985-91); Robin Miller, American motorsports journalist (Indianapolis Star, Autoweek, Car and Driver, ESPN, Speed, NBCSN); Fran Lebowitz, American author and actress (Resident Alien); aq D. Hawkins, British author, occultist and lecturer; and Anthony Doerr, American writer (All the Light We Cannot See – Pulitzer Prize for Fiction 2015).

Any names familiar to you? There were three for me this week: Emily Post, Sylvia Plath, and Terry Anderson. 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 continues to be my primary focus. Chapters thirty-seven and thirty-eight are almost ready to post to imagethe two online subscription writing sites I use. Since my last blog post,  the story has received another twelve chapter reviews, bringing the total to 554.

Here’s another snippet:

“But his love for both fields led to his selection as Yemen’s cultural attaché and our eventual move to Europe.” Yasmin’s face beamed.

Bashari glanced at his wife and smiled. “Our tenure in Europe resulted in changes in the family. We picked up several Western ideas and values. Our children learned them as well, which is why Shatara is more outspoken than most Yemeni women.”

“It is good for her to have an open mind. Likewise, it will help Zahid to blend into other cultures.”

Bashari nodded. “As always, you’re wisdom speaks volumes, Yasmin.” He frowned. “However, the current situation in Yemen is not one used to people speaking their minds.”

“What are your plans now?” Sear tapped the side of his head. “ I mean once we recover Shatara?”

“I shall return to work. I’ve been asked to spend more time preserving Yemen’s heritage. Many of the locations are now identified as UNESCO world cultural sites, although the fighting stops everyone except those who are the bravest to visit them. I am hoping Zahid will work with me. There are many spots which haven’t received the UNESCO linkage but are still of importance to the country.”

Sear nodded. “Who do you think is holding Shatara, and where?”

“As with many Yemenis who do not agree with the fighting between the Saudis and the Houthis, I have made enemies. It is possible some of the Houthis, especially those embedded with Ansar Allah, might have taken her to teach me a lesson. I refuse to aid them in their cause, which I believe is counter-productive as they are pro-Iranian. They want to take over all of Yemen and attack the United States, Israel, and Saudi Arabia. While I do not subscribe to the tenets followed by the Saudis and Israel, we need to learn to live together in peace, not aggression. Moderation is the key to living together, not just here but everywhere.”

Sear pursed his lips. “Do you find your opinions in the minority?”

“Yes, I do. However, this is something I believe in, and I shall do my best to assist my country in becoming a prosperous nation where people with differing opinions can still share viewpoints without killing one another.”

“I hope I don’t offend you, Bashari, but don’t you think you have a rather simplistic viewpoint of the world?”

Bashari glanced at his wife and laughed. “Yes, I support I do. However, living in Europe taught both of us it is better to live together with mutual respect rather than always fighting.”

Sear nodded. “I suppose you’re right. So where do you think those who kidnapped Shatara are holding her?”

“I have given this some thought, and I believe they will be found in the more remote areas. Of course, I could be mistaken.” He studied Sear’s face. “I hope you will do whatever you can to bring our daughter back to us. “He glanced at Yasmin. “Alive.”

Sear nodded. “I will do everything possible to bring her back to you.” But I’m not sure what I can do by myself, and Vincent said no foreign support given the current situation in-country. He rubbed his stubble. “I might need some assistance. Do you know where I can find some guys experienced with fighting?”

Bashari and Yasmin glanced at each other and smiled.

“My late husband’s family wants revenge for his death. He had four brothers, and they have some grown-up sons who will want to help.”

“Okay.” Would prefer qualified fighters, but I can’t be choosy. He glanced at Bashari. “How about you?”

“I have two older brothers. They both have two sons, and all are experienced fighters.” He put up a hand and counted fingers as he stared at the ceiling. “I can also count on eight cousins.”

“Where do they live?”

“They are all in the Aden area—they’re fishermen. But I know they will help.”

At least eighteen. Will it be enough? Sear studied Bashari and Yasmin’s faces. “Should it be necessary for you and your family to leave Yemen once I find Shatara, will you be able to do so?”

“Yes. I shall do whatever is necessary to keep my family together. I made many friends in Europe, and I am sure they will help us begin a new life.” Bashari sighed. “Compared to most Yemenis, we are considered wealthy. But wealth brings its own dangers. I also know a secret that might be useful as a bargaining chip.” He stared at Sear. “But it might be dangerous.”

“What is that?”

“There is a Saudi faction living in Yemen. They are trying to keep a damaging secret from the rest of Saudi Arabia and moderates in Yemen. If their secret is revealed, the truth will pit family against family, brother against brother, until the sands are colored with blood.”

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, October 20, 2024

We’re finally back on the internet via a mobile hotspot after Hurricane Helene passed through our area. We were fortunate as we only had numerous branches fall and no rain/water damage.

One neighbor had a near-miss when an oak tree split in two and just missed the back of their house. Another neighbor lucked out when an uprooted evergreen land just a few feet from the front of their house. Throughout the area, numerous trees and power lines crisscrossed multiple roads, making them impassible until crews could clear the debris. One bridge is still out and two other roads had to be repaired before traffic could use them. Crews are still hard at work to restore things.

“I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.” — James Michener. Compliments of nicolemgulotta.com/blog-25-inspirational-quotes.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on October 20th, the third Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Giovanni Rucellai, Italian humanist and poet (The Bees – one of the 1st famous poems in blank verse); Belle van Zuylen, Dutch-Swiss writer (Three Women); Karl Andree, German geographer and journalist (founded journal Globus); Thomas Hughes, English politician and author (Tom Brown’s School Days); Alphonse Allais, French humorist and author (Pass the Bile); Arthur Rimbaud, French poet and adventurer (The Drunken Boat, Illuminations); John Dewey, American philosopher, educational theorist and writer (learn by doing); Robert Lochner, German journalist (help JFK with “Ich bin ein Berliner” speech); Dov Noy, Polish-born Jewish scholar of Jewish folklore; Pierre Laporte, Canadian journalist and politician (kidnapped and murdered while Vice-Premier of Quebec); Joe Minogue, British journalist (Guardian); Robert Craft, American conductor, writer and friend of Stravinsky; Art Buchwald, American columnist and author (Have I Ever Lied to You); Oskar Pastior, Romanian-born German writer (Oulipo); Emma Tennant, English writer (Pemberley: or, Pride and Prejudice Continued); Robert Pinsky, American poet and Poet Laureate of the United States; Elfriede Jelinek, Austrian novelist, poet, and playwright (Nobel Prize for Literature, 2004 -The Piano Teacher); David Profumo, English novelist (Bringing the House Down); and Lynn Flewelling, American fantasy author (Nightrunner series).

Any names familiar to you? There were three for me this week: John Dewey, Art Buchwald, and Emma Tennant. 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 continues to be my primary focus. Just before Hurricane Helen came through I posted chapter thirty-five to imagethe two online subscription writing sites I use, and yesterday I posted chapter thirty-six. Since my last blog post  story has received another seventeen chapter reviews, bringing the total to 542.

Here’s another snippet:

Sear glared at Parvez. “Who were you talking with on the phone?”

“No one—at least no one you would know, Sayyid.”

Sear turned at the sound of feet approaching.

Wasim and Malik rushed through the door onto the roof. They hurried to Parvez’s side and grabbed his arms.

“Check his phone.” Sear pointed to Parvez’s pocket. He was talking with someone and won’t say who it is.”

“Hold him, Wasim.” Malik yanked out Parvez’s phone and accessed the call list. As he scanned the numbers, he relaxed. I recognize the last number called—it’s Tarik’s.” He glanced at Parvez. “Why were you talking with him?”

Parvez jerked his arm free from Wasim as he glared at Malik. “It is not any of your business, but I talk with Tarik from time to time—letting him know when there are strangers, especially foreigners, in this area.”

“You better be telling me the truth. I will ask Tarik the next time I see him.”

Parvez nodded. “Go ahead—he will vouch for me.”

Sear glanced at Wasim and Malik. “Let him go.”

“Do you still want me to cook?” Parvez stared at Parvez.

“Perhaps later. For now, just more tea and coffee.”

“As you wish, Sayyid.”

Sear turned and stepped through the doorway, down the stairs, and returned to the divan.

After frowning at Parvez, Wasim and Malik followed Sear.

Malik sat across from the others and patted his rumbling stomach. “What about food? I am hungry.”

“Do you think we can trust Parvez not to poison us?” Sear rubbed his chin.

“Of course.” Malik grinned. “I will stand next to him in the kitchen to ensure nothing untoward happens.”

In that case, I’m hungry, too.”

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, September 22, 2024

The weather has warmed up again the past few days. Even so, our gardener was able to do some pruning so the bushes look less shaggy than they have. There’s still more to do, but he’ll wait until it cools off again.  In the meantime, we were at a store yesterday checking out some new bushes that flower later in the year, so it’s possible two or three of them will find their way into the flower bed by the front porch.

The past few weeks we’ve also been getting some preventative check-ups and vaccinations to ensure we’re as healthy as can be. Thank goodness for medical insurance or they would have cost a bundle.

“A writer is a writer not because she writes well and easily, because she has amazing talent, because everything she does is golden. In my view a writer is a writer because even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep writing anyway.” – Junot Diaz. 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 September 22nd, the fourth Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Philipp Nikodemus Frischlin, German philologist and poet; Barthold Heinrich Brockes, German poet; Philip Dormer Stanhope [Lord Chesterfield], English statesman and letter writer, responsible for introducing the Gregorian calendar; John Home, Scottish writer (Douglas); Quintin Craufurd, British author (friend of Marie Antoinette); Wilhelm Wattenbach, German historian, known for his work on the Middle Ages; Lodewijk van Deyssel, Dutch writer (A Love Affair); Asser B. Kleerekoper, Dutch journalist, translator, and politician (Second Chamber of Parliament- (SDAP), 1914-32); Arnoldus JC Krafft, Dutch theologist, historian, and geographer (Atlas of Netherlands Antilles); Frank Sullivan, American humorist (NYer Magazine); Babette Deutsch, American poet (Animal vegetable mineral); F R Boschvogel [Frans Ramon], Flemish writer (War of Worlds); Phyllis Hartnoll, English writer and editor; Dannie Abse, Welsh poet and writer; Rosamunde Pilcher, English novelist (The Shell Seekers); Fay Weldon [Franklin Birkinshaw], British feminist, novelist (Praxis; The Lives and Loves of a She-Devil), playwright, and screenwriter; Jim Keith, American conspiracy theorist and author; Diogo Mainardi, Brazilian writer and journalist; Quiara Alegría Hudes, American playwright, lyricist and producer (In the Heights, Water by the Spoonful); and Misha Green, American screen writer, director and producer (Lovecraft Country).

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

My work on Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2 is my primary focus. This week, I postedimage chapter thirty-four to the two online subscription writing sites I use. The story received another seven chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 525.

Here’s another snippet:

Prince Hussein sat behind the desk and pulled out an iPad from a drawer. After logging in, he checked for new emails. There was one:

Hello, brother! I will be with you in two days. I hope you are planning a good party for me.

Prince Hussein grimaced as he typed. I hope so, too. But you better start following the plan.

Someone knocked on the door.

Now what? “Come in.”

Yusuf entered. “Excuse me, Prince Hussein. I wanted to give you an update on the attendees for Prince Sami’s party.”

“Hmm.” Prince Hussein frowned. “Go ahead.”

“Many of those in the diplomatic community are afraid to attend because of your connection to the Saudi royal family. They believe their attendance will indicate approval of what Saudi Arabia is doing in Yemen.”

“As expected. Continue.”

“China, Pakistan, and Malaysia have all accepted the invitation. I expect to hear from Russia and some others soon.”

Prince Hussein nodded. “What about local dignitaries?”

“So far, only the chief of police has accepted. But I’m still waiting for word from some of the cabinet. Of course, the prime minister declined, as expected.”

“What about the entertainment?”

Yusuf grinned. “Wazir and I have secured several young people who will perform as required.”

“That should please Prince Sami.” Wish he’d get over his predilection for public orgies. “Do what is necessary to give him a pleasing show—but not too graphic.” He waved a hand in dismissal.

“As you so order, Prince Hussein.” Yusuf bowed and left the office. He walked along the corridor and joined Wazir. “Everything is going to plan. If we are fortunate, Prince Sami will be indebted to us and grant us the favor we desire.”

Wazir nodded. “To be free of the tragedies befalling Yemen would be most pleasing. However, do you think things would be better for us in Saudi Arabia?”

“No way to know for sure. But if Ansar Allah finds out we are helping Prince Hussein, they will execute us after we are flogged to within an inch of our lives.” Yusuf’s body shook. “Then our bodies will be paraded through the streets as a warning to others.”

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, September 15, 2024

This week was great as our son flew in for a few days from Washington, D.C. It was his first visit since we moved into our new home. Even our cats were pleased to see him. We can’t wait for his next visit!

The weather continued its cooler trend, and is now pleasant after the high humidity and higher temperatures. Hope this continues for the next few months so I can do some weeding and other outside jobs, such as painting the garden shed.

“The secret of it all is to write… without waiting for a fit time or place.” – Walt Whitman. 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 September 15th, the third Sunday of the month. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

François VI, duc de La Rochefoucauld, French writer of maxims and memoirs; James Fenimore Cooper, 1st major American novelist (The Last of the Mohicans); Willem Josephus van Zeggelen, Dutch author; Heinrich von Treitschke, German historian and political writer; Frank Gannett, American newspaper publisher (Gannett); Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay, Indian Bengali novelist (Devdas); Robert Benchley, American humorist (My 10 Years in a Quandary); Agatha Christie, English crime writer (Murder on the Orient Express, Mousetrap); Claude McKaye, Jamaican-American author (Songs of Jamaica, Banjo); J. Slauerhoff, Dutch poet, writer and ship’s doctor (El Dorado); Gerd Gaiser, German writer (Ship in the Mountain); George Kilpatrick, Canadian-British bible scholar (University of Oxford); Richard Baerlein, British horse racing journalist (Evening Standard 1947-57, Observer 1963-95, Guardian 1968-95), and author; Adolfo Bioy Casares, Argentine writer known for “The Invention of Morel” and collaborator with Borges; Nelson Gidding, American screenwriter (The Andromeda Strain); Lucebert [Jacobus Swaanswijk], Dutch poet, painter and cartoonist (Boozz, PC Hooft prize 1967); Norman [Richard] Spinrad, American sci-fi author (Child of Fortune); Chelsea Quinn Yarbro, American sci-fi author (Hotel Transylvania);Howard Waldrop, American sci-fi author (The Ugly Chickens); Oliver Stone, American Academy Award-winning screenwriter and film director (Wall Street; Born On The Fourth of July; Platoon; JFK); Hrant Dink, Turkish-Armenian journalist and newspaper editor (Agos); Rebecca Miller, American director and writer (The Ballad of Jack and Rose); Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Nigerian writer (Half of a Yellow Sun); Sophie Dahl, English model and author; and Ingrid Bisu, Romanian-German actress and scriptwriter (Toni Erdmann).

Any names familiar to you? There were three for me this week: James Fenimore Cooper, Agatha Christie, and Oliver Stone. 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 my primary focus. This week, I postedimage chapter thirty-three to the two online subscription writing sites I use. The story received another sixteen chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 518.

Here’s another snippet:

Prince Hussein peered through the branches of the date palms at the two young women. That Shatara is a feisty one. She would make someone a decent wife, but that would ruin my plans for her. He sipped from a glass of tea as he watched them.

“Excuse me, Prince Hussein.”

The prince turned and glanced at the young male servant.

The boy held a letter in a shaking hand. “This came for you a few minutes ago by a special rider.”

The prince took the envelope and waved a hand to dismiss the youth. What’s this? He tore open the letter.

My dear Prince Hussein,

Beware. There are eyes on you, which might make things difficult. Tread carefully so you keep below the National Security Bureau’s radar. Otherwise, you might face the same charge as Hamed Kamal Muhammad bin Haydara of being a destroyer of Islam, who was fortunate to avoid public execution.

My friends and I shall do our utmost to protect you and those around you but do not dally in your efforts to advance Saudi interests at the expense of Yemeni peace and prosperity.

A friend.

Prince Hussein tore the letter into small pieces before wadding them together and shoving it into his pocket. Who is this friend? What does he know about my real plans? He shook his head. I must convince Shatara to sign the document accusing her father of supporting Ansar Allah.

He poured the rest of his tea over the balcony and returned to his office.

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