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Over the numerous years, I have begun any number of book projects in terms of fiction. I have manuscripts started on damned near every genre you can think of, to include science fiction, a trilogy of cop fiction (imagine that), suspense, mystery, western, military.

Since I now find myself with more time on my hands, having retired three months ago, I’ve decided to attempt to resume writing again. Perhaps I can truly chug out something resembling some type of manuscript. Perhaps something approximating a finished one. Because, after all, you have to have something in existence if you even want to edit it. Common Sense 101.

The interesting thing is, in the world of Tribbles and those associated with Hugh Hewitt and his radio show, there are those who are already published, like James Lileks. Mr Lileks wrote for the Star Tribune, and now writes for Ricochet. He has also published any number of ebooks readily available for download from Amazon.com. His website is here. His Amazon author page is here. If there were — as an aside — anyone who deserves their own massively syndicated radio talk show, it would be the highly talented and intelligent James Lileks. I would encourage everyone to click on each link I’ve presented here. And no, James isn’t paying me one red rupee for this. You will all be richly rewarded by reading James Lileks, however.

Similarly, I have also discovered that Major Bob is in the final stages of completing his historical fiction story of WWI, edited by DaveInAZ. Aha. A potential editor, yes?

I almost forgot Elgin Hushbeck, who has written about Social Justice. Which I purchased. Because I put my money where my philosophy is. Many people know this.

That said for background — as my wife is on a work trip to Southern California once again (for the state) — I decided to travel for a like time to the Pacific Ocean and see if a writing chord can be struck and I can’t at least get a few chapters kicked out for Heaven’s Warchild.

Which all starts with the crash of an Airbus A-380, the largest commercial aircraft in the world. And hasn’t yet crashed. But I determined to start there because my wife had to fly down to SoCal in a Southwest 737 in turbulence, hates to fly, and it suggested to me that she isn’t alone in her fears. One Airbus A-380 crash could easily kill 500 or more passengers, depending upon the carrier interior seat demand configuration. Up to 853 people could be accommodated in an all-economy class configuration.

800 potential casualties per flight from one airframe.

Crashing waves and crashing aircraft.

I’m going to the ocean to write. Right here on this same Sony Vaio laptop. On probably the finest, most crisp, most responsive keyboard I’ve ever addressed on any confuser.

Why do I have a photo of a Trek Navigator 2.0 bicycle above?

Because it’s mine, and I’m bringing it with me in my Mercedes.

It just couldn’t be better.

I’m taking a bit of a 10-day birthday trip with my wife to the Fornicalia coast. Overall, given, yes, I hate the politics and most of the people in this state.

What I don’t hate is the natural beauty of this state, from its mountains where I live, to its incredible coastline with its crashing Pacific Ocean.

If I could only get rid of the bulk of its inhabitants, the state would be truly wonderful.

I’m not, after 35+ years in law enforcement, what you might label a “people person.” Most people, with a rare few exceptions, can go straight to Hell. I’m not being too terribly harsh or judgmental, am I?

With that in mind, here is where we are now:

We are on the northern Fornicalia coast, this time in a rented house. It’s a bit of that pesky “I can’t stand people” thing again. I decided that I’m not much pleased with hotels, particularly when, last time, I paid for an upper level veranda view in a no-smoking hotel, and I smelled the assholes below and to the side smoking cigarettes and dope.

In that northern Fornicalia hotel, we enjoy leaving the sliding glass door open so we can hear the crashing waves and the foghorn at night. We like the room cool in terms of temperature. It makes sleeping so much better and comfortable.

We had to shut the patio door to seal off the dope and cigarettes.

To me, that’s your basic vacational buzz-kill.

I decided that I was through paying rather expensive rates to various hotels that hosted gangbangers from around the state with money, dopers, loud and obnoxious people, people with crying infants and the like. I’m pretty much done with the human race. When I escape, I’ve determined I want to truly escape. I don’t want to see another tattoo, hear another thump car, hear another squalling baby, or listen to rap or salsa or anything other than the bass-driven whump of an adjacent cascading set of waves.

Here is our view from the lower veranda:

Here is the lower veranda:

On Sunday night, as I write this, the fog seeps in on little cat feet. The temperature drops from 65 to 50. And the waves can still be heard in the distance. Town is less than a quarter of a mile away but it may as well be 30 miles away.

Hallelujah. Perhaps we have found a nice vacation spot. I’ll let you know.

And, of course, the blog will be updated as per normal with politics and other extraneous terribly-judgmental impertinence.

P.S.
Did I mention the upstairs jacuzzi tub with its view of the Mendocino Headlands?

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