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Randall’s Ramblings, June 22, 2025

Happy Belated Summer Solstice and Happy Summer! Friday was the longest day and shortest night in the Northern Hemisphere. It’s also the first official day of summer.

The past week has seen temperature continue to rise into the low nineties with high humidity. There has been a few thunderstorms and showers, sometimes both. Unfortunately, the rain doesn’t seem to temper the humidity. The next week is supposed to see ever hotter temperatures, approaching 100 degrees. Starting today and for at leas the next eight days, it’ll feel like it’s 101-106. Yikes!

The Detroit Tigers had a mixed week, with only two wins and four  losses, bringing their record to 48-30. Fortunately, the other teams in the American League Central Division didn’t fare much better, so Detroit still has an eight game lead over second place Cleveland. Fingers crossed that the Tigers can roar back this coming week!

“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.” – Robert Frost. 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 June 22nd, the twenty-fifth Sunday of 2025 and the fourth one in June. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Jacques Delille, French poet and translator (The Gardens’: A Poem); Henry Rider Haggard, British author (King Solomon’s Mines, She, Dawn); Frank Damrosch, German-American author and music teacher (founded NY Musical Institute of Musical Art, later Julliard); Franz de Backer, Belgian writer (White Enemy; Ruben’s Daughter); Erich Maria Remarque, German novelist (All Quiet on the Western Front); Willem Jacobus du Plooy Erlank (Eitemal), South African poet and professor in Afrikaans and Dutch literature at the University of Stellenbosch; Anne Morrow Lindbergh, American author and aviator (Gift from the Sea); Lilo Hardel, German writer; Cicely Saunders, English nurse, physician and writer who founded the first modern hospice; Abbas Kiarostami, Iranian author and director (Under the Olive Trees, Close Up, Taste of Cherry); Octavia E. Butler, American sci-fi author (Hugo, Wild Seed); Danny Baker, English writer and radio DJ; and Dan Brown, American author of thriller fiction (The Da Vinci Code).

Any names familiar to you? There were two for me this week: Erich Maria Remarque and Dan Brown. 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

This week, I’ve been busy editing chapters in the manuscript of Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion based on reader feedback. All chapters are now posted to the two online subscription sites I use. There were eight new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 246. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

Mary Todd Lincoln, a native of Kentucky, clutched the newspaper in her hand. She reread the article before tossing the paper in the fire, turning to one of her closest friends, black seamstress Elizabeth Keckley. “I cannot believe the audacity of that newspaper. Imagine saying my stepbrother died at the hands of my husband’s mercenaries. Instead, they paint me as a vulgar person trying to mimic European fashions. Little do they know my heart still belongs to the South.”

“Which stepbrother were they referring to, Mary?”

“Samuel. He joined the Confederate Army when the war began and served in the 24th Louisiana Infantry.” She wiped tears from her eyes. “He was killed in action at the Battle of Shiloh.”

Elizabeth stepped forward and took Mary’s hands. “I am so sorry for your loss.”

A look of steely determination crossed her face. “I must do what I can to help the South, even if it means going behind Abraham’s back.”

“What will you do?”

Mary shook her head. “I do not know—yet. I will never betray my husband or the Union. But there must be something I can do for the brave Confederate soldiers. Perhaps ‘Wild Rose’ may have an answer.”

“But, Mary, isn’t Rose Greenhow still in the Old Capitol Prison?”

May nodded. “Yes, she is. However, Abraham let it slip one evening that Rose will be exchanged for several Union prisoners of war. I believe her network is still operational, so there might be someone who can help us.”

“I think I know just the person.” Elizabeth smiled.

“Who?”

“Me.”

“What are you saying, Elizabeth?”

“Mary, I carry messages for you to President Davis, if that is your wish.”

“I-I must think about this. I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

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, September 6, 2020

It’s been a busy week getting things finished outside. I finally tackled the block-paved driveway. What was once gray is more or less restored to its regular color of red and brown bricks. It’ll need a second wash so I can clean the spots I missed, but it looks so much better, if I do say so myself.

For those celebrating the traditional but unofficial ‘end of summer’ Labor Day weekend, I hope you have a safe and enjoyable time!

So, who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on September 6th. (Compliments of http://www.onthisday.com/today/birthdays):

Emanuel van Meteren, Flemish merchant and historian; Moses Mendelssohn, German Jewish enlightenment philosopher (Haksalah); Anton Diabelli, Austria publisher and composer; Frances Wright, Scottish writer and lecturer; Horatio Greenough, American neo-classical sculptor and writer (Form & Function); Johanna D Courtmans-Berchmans, Flemish author (Rozeken Pot); Nicolae Filimon, Romanian writer and critic (Ciocoii Vechi Si Noi); Zelia Nuttall, American archeologist and historian; Rodolfo Lenz, German-Chilian linguist (El Papiamento); Felix Salten [Siegmund Salzmann], Austrian author (Bambi, a Life in the Woods); Willem Adriaan Bonger, Dutch criminologist (Race & Crime); Franz Theodor Csokor, Austrian author (Writings on the Wall); Mario Praz, Italian literary critic and scholar (La carne, la morte, e il diavolo); Julien Green, American-French writer (Frere Francois); Arvi Kivimaa, Finnish writer (Groenende Cross); John Meulenhoff, Dutch publisher; Elizabeth Ferrars, British crime writer; Carmen Laforet, Spanish author; Andrea Camilleri, Italian author (Inspector Montalbano novels; Robert M. Pirsig, American author (Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance); Dan Cragg, American soldier and author; Gordon DeMarco, American writer and activist; Alice Sebold, American novelist (The Almost Moon); Christopher Brookmyre, Scottish writer (Quite Ugly One Morning); and China Miéville, English fantasy fiction writer (Perdido Street Station).

Anyone familiar to you? I didn’t find any names I’m familiar with. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one and many more to follow!

My Work in Progress

This week, I began the editing process for Xavier Sear: Angola. As of today, there’s been 484 chapter reviews from the two online subscription writing sites I use, an increase of nineteen in the past week.

As with my previous novels, I’m sifting through the different reviews to identify areas where readers suggests I make changes–whether additions or subtractions. I enjoy this part of the process as I get an excellent picture of what is working and what isn’t.

Here’s another snippet:

Sear raced toward the shore. Chest heaving, he waded in the shallows before dragging himself up the embankment. Collapsing in the grass, he propped himself up on an arm and gazed at the ferry as it approached its docking station.

Guzman and Kruger stood next to the vehicles, grins plastered on their faces.

Kruger cupped his hands around his mouth. “Hey, Sear! Watch out for the Nile crocs!”

Eyes wide, Sear jumped to his feet. “Where?” Not finding anything coming after him, he walked over to the dirt road, water dripping from his clothes. He waited as the gate dropped on the ferry.

Kruger and Guzman drove the cargo vehicles onto land, stopping by Sear and jumping out.

“You going to train for the next Olympics?” Guzman punched Sear in the shoulder. “Your dive from the boat would be a medal winner off the high platform.”

“Ha, ha.” He glared at his friends. “So, why didn’t you jump when the mortar came at us?”

“What mortar?” Kruger pointed to the far shore where the locals stood laughing and waving. “Just a prank by the villagers to catch unsuspecting travelers. The ferry owner has a speaker rigged up and cranks it up when the boat’s about halfway across.” He shaded his eyes from the bright sunlight as he glanced at the river. “At least there weren’t any crocs—today.”

“Okay, you’ve had your fun. Let’s move.” Sear shook his head, showering Guzman and Kruger with water.

“Hey! Cut it out. I had nothing to do with it.” Guzman raised his hands in the air and laughed.

“Just remember—paybacks are hell.”

***

They continued on in silence, the drone of the engine making it difficult to stay awake.

Sear’s head nodded, his chin dropping to his chest. Before long, snores filled the cabin.

Two hours later, Kruger jabbed Sear’s shoulder. “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!”

With a start, Sear jumped, pulling his SIG Sauer P320 from its holster.

“Whoa, kemosabe!” Kruger raised a hand.

“Why’d you wake me? I was just enjoying myself.”

Kruger rolled his eyes. Spare me the details, boss. According to my friends in Lusaka, we’ll pass by a couple of villages on the way to our rendezvous point. Do you want to stop for lunch?” He laughed.

Sear raised his brows. “Uh. No. There are plenty of MREs in the shipment.”

“Oh, yes. American Meals Rarely Edible. I remember them.” He pantomimed shoving two fingers down his throat. “If I can’t catch something to eat and cook, I supposed I’ll have to struggle with them.”

***

In no time at all, the cargo was stowed away, except for a large item. Together, they grabbed the Zodiac and manhandled it on top of the other cargo. As they turned around, ten men stepped forward.

“Now what?” Sear stared at a tall, thick-chested man who stood forward of the others. A shakedown or worse?

“Hands up. We take cargo.” The apparent leader grinned. “We take you too—maybe someone pay ransom.” He raised an arm.

Several men ran forward, grabbing Sear, Kruger, and Guzman. They clubbed the men to the ground before binding their hands and feet with rope.

“Wait!” Sear struggled against two men trying to tie his feet. “What do you want? We’ll pay—”

Darkness descended as Sear blacked out from the blow to the back of his head.

Perhaps more next time.

Books I’m Reading

I recently finished The Reach of Shadows by Tony J. Forder. This is the fourth novel in Tony’s DI Bliss series and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Despite recovering from a road collision, Bliss is whisked from the hospital to the scene of a vicious assault. Was the victim being stalked or was this a random murder?

Tony keeps his readers guessing with a superb plot, filled with enough twists and twists to keep you turning the pages to find out what happened. We also learn more about Bliss and how his past comes back to haunt him. For those of you who enjoy intense crime and mystery thrillers, this one’s for you!

This brings us to a close for this week. I hope you found something of interest or at least useful for your own writing. 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 2020 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved