Finally, he writes.
I spent the entire month locked at my desk doing polish on the MS Word master of Big Island Play because that’s how an agency in New York wanted to read it. Little did I know that I had happily typed away at my keyboard unaware of such things as tab indents, spacing by spacebar, and any random format symbols that are not allowed in their submissions. I could have avoided this work by having the format symbol switch turned on as I write but I simply didn’t know. Live and learn. I finished yesterday and it’s off to them.
Next week I go to Palm Springs to do a radio show, ride with my cop friends, and work with a student who is writing a novel about a San Diego couple who time travel to the Peloponnesan War. Good concept.
I am still waiting for the Irish government to process my joint US/Irish citizenship papers. My next trip to Ireland will be as an EU citizen. I have a list of literary prizes only for Irish citizens that I lust after. I just finished writing a magazine article about Finding my Irish Writer Roots. The full book will, of course, wait until I actually get the citizenship.
This summer has been the best summer in 20 years in the Northwest with lots of sun and lots of 70+ degree days. I give you the following pictures as proof.
More later.
Judith and I found this guy out for a walk at 6000 feet on Mt. Rainer
Judith at 7500 feet at Pebble Creek beneath the Muir Snowfield
Finally, this is a picture (sent to me by Irish relatives) of my grandfather, Michael Reynolds, who was an Irish police officer before immigrating to the US in 1904. Considering I write crime fiction, I think it is safe to say that it's in my genes.