Yup, I know its been nine days since the last time I wrote anything here. Have to confess I’ve been a bit distracted. My first grandchild, Cadence Mae Stotyn was born at 12:13 AM on October 17th. That has given way to attention paid to anything but the little girl. At 8lbs 4oz and 20 inches long, she is truly a little doll. We saw her first at just about 11 hours old at the hospital and again today at her home. My wife spent several hours holding her so the new parents could try and get caught up on some sleep. They caught a couple of hours but I’m sure that isn’t enough to truly catch up. It’ll probably be a while yet before that happens. Have to say though it is nice to be a grandparent. You know the old saw about spoiling them and then handing the child back while you escape. Well I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun getting to know this little girl.
After little time this past week for writing on my second novel, tentatively titled A Prairie Vendetta, I do hope to get back to writing in a day or two. Somewhere back in my earlier days, I think I recall hearing another old tale that says for every death there is a birth to take one’s mind off death. In The Chechen’s Revenge there is some necessary death. Necessary because whenever a terrorist is involved, it seems to me that some death must be inevitable. So it is the case that death occurs in the book. Death I think is always regrettable, especially so when it is tragic. Perhaps when you read that chapter you’ll be inclined to agree with me.
Good reading everyone. Thanks for your support.