Welcome to November.
“If there’s ice in November to bear a duck, There’ll be nothing after but sludge and muck,”
(Old weather saying).
WHOA… slow it down, retailers.
Every year they seem to rush the holidays earlier and earlier. Last year they brought us Black Thursday with stores open on Thanksgiving Day and threatening employee’s with firing for refusing to work. Talk about modern day Scrooges. No wonder employees. are saying “BAH HUMBUG” these days. These retailers make BILLIONS … you’d think they’d give their employees three days a year to spend with their family and friends, Thanksgiving, Xmas, New Years Day. Maybe throw in Halloween. Yesterday was just Halloween and today the Christmas lights and decorations up all over town. I am tired of HalloThankMass every year. Might as well take the word Christ out of Christmas cause these days it has nothing to do with Christ and everything to do with merchandising. Might as well call it Merchandisingmass. But sheesh… let me digest my turkey and pumpkin pie before you start overwhelming me with Christmas attack ads.
Black Friday Song:
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at our nose. I can smell the Turkey and stuffing roasting in the oven as I write this. Ah, yes… the month of November most notably known for Turkey Day, Macy’s annual Thanksgiving Day Parade, heralding the arrival of Santa Claus, and Black Friday, though in recent years Turkey Day has become Black Thursday.
Watching these last few days of fall drip slowly on the page here in Flagstaff, Arizona. Sometimes the best map will not guide you. You can’t see what’s round the bend. Sometimes the road leads through dark places. Sometimes the darkness is your friend. Holiday mode begins Sunday. Not much serious work gets done at most companies as the nation enters Merry HalloThankmasNewyear. I used to get really stressed out at the holidays as the year winds down- too much left to do – not enough time. Really pacing the cage.
The last few years I have learned to relax in the stillness of the winter equinox, take a walk in the pine’s. smell the snow filled the air, smell the cinnamon pinecones as I enter the grocery store, appreciate the old fashioned Christmas decorations. Enjoy a nice meal in front of the massive fireplace at Cracker Barrel and let the New Year take care of itself. Life is not a tied-up Superbowl with a two-minute warning. You must have faith that the universe will unfold as it was meant to. Those who fail to do so will like me, wind up pacing the cage.
November is also National Novel Writing Month and National Blog Posting Month.
Speaking of National Novel Writing Month, I am rounding out the year 2015 working furiously to finish my sci-fi thriller ICEX. Having rewritten it three times, it is a cross between Alistair Macleans Ice Station Zebra, Tom Robbins, X-Files, with a little bit of Helix.
I am hoping 2016 will be a big year for me. Look for the following books on Amazon:
1. The Killing Of A Robin
2. Nothing Personal-Just Business Darling
3. Kun Lun (which I am pitching toFarrar, Giroux, Strauss)
And I am hoping to finish ICEX and Crooked Island for summer 2016 release. Lots to do…. lots to do,” as Hagrid from Harry Potter would say. Decades ago, the Big 5 publishers would do everything for you and the process took three years and they kept 70-percent of your royalties. Today with ebooks, every ebook author basically runs his own publishing company and either has to do everything himself or hire out the work to be done. And it still takes three years. Anyway, I hope you will hang in there with me dear reader. I think you will enjoy ICEX and Crooked Island if I can just find a way to get both paperback and ebook to you in 2016.
I am looking forward to the holidays. I enjoy writing at Starbucks all decorated in a festive mood. From a safe distance, I enjoy watching the shoppers and I don’t do Walmart. Target, Costco or any of the superstores until mid-January. My local Cracker Barrel has had the Christmas decorations up in their lobby since Labor Day, a little early but as we get closer to Turkey Day I can now enjoy them.
Thanksgiving Day: Starting the
day off with the annual Macy’s Day Parade from New York. Although here on the “Left Coast” it starts at 6 am. Weather chilly here this year with a high of 54-degree’s. Normally it’s 75-degree’s on Thanksgiving Day. El Nino. We had 50 mph winds last night. Denver getting major snowstorm again yesterday. Had my first slice of Mince Meat pie- it was awesome. Mince Meat is that brown mystery pie that usually sits untouched on the desert table. I developed a taste for it as a kid. Only memory I have left of mom, a city girl, who could burn water but she did love Mince Meat pie on the holidays.
Black Friday is tomorrow when I will be entertained by news-casts of shoppers getting into fisticuffs in ghetto Walmarts, K-Marts, Targets, fighting over sale TV’s. Better than a cheesy Hallmark holiday movie where the characters are all “white,” privileged, and clueless trying to reach out to the homeless or black under privileged. A friend of mine said he was going to brave the crowds at WalMart. I told him to take a pitbull.
Other TV offerings today will include the annual A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving – along with a side dish of NFL games for turkey day. » Chicago Bears @ Green Bay Packers, 8:30 p.m. on NBC for you monsters of the Midway fans. Guess which team are the new monsters? Thanksgiving has come to be known as that one day a year dysfunctional families gather under one roof and hope that the cops don’t get involved.
I have a better suggestion than picking at old family wounds- stuff your face with Turkey then dash off to your local Cineplex to watch CREED, the new Stallone flick. Nothing like turkey and boxing.
Happy Thanksgiving all.
CURRENTLY WORKING ON:
ICEX: New Swabia, A city of Nazis scientists believed destroyed by a nuclear bomb during Operation High Jump in 1947 led by Admiral Nimitz is found long abandoned with no signs of bodies. Where did a thousand Nazi scientists and their families go?
ICEX: The USS Hawaii with its first female captain and all female crew are dispatched to ferry a mysterious stranger to Ice Station X only to find out he is not who he claims to be. Who is he? What is his mission?
ICEX: Japanese roboticist, Hiroshi Ishiguro, knows that somehow these events are connected. He believes his lifelong investigation of Nazi Saucers has devastating modern consequences, and a diabolical enemy, unlike anything the world has ever known. Now, the USS Hawaii, its female captain Capt. Kilgore, her female crew, are racing the Russians and Chinese to solve the mystery as the trap is set. The clock is ticking. Only Capt. Kilgore and the USS Hawaii stand between the earth and extinction.
Something strange is happening at Mercy Hospital. A surprising number of sick patients, requiring serious and expensive medical procedures are turning up “cured.” Dr. John Lange is close to the cure of a lifetime which could put the large pharm’s out of business when he is befriended by a street tough and a pregnant young girl. Battling the politics of Obamacare in a profession he has come to loathe and despise, he is betrayed by a vindictive greedy ex-wife, John Lange gets into immediate trouble by caring too much about his patients and not enough about the hospitals bottom line. CURE is guaranteed to make you paranoid about Obamacare and the medical profession and who isn’t already?
In the tradition of The Door Into Summer by Robert Heinlein comes this new medical thriller. The year is 2033 and Obama care, a train wreck that began in 2013, has reshaped America’s future. As America is sliced up and redistricted, the official unemployment rate is 23-percent but the real unemployment rate is closer to sixty-five percent. Chicago doctor John Lange, one of the thousands of doctors laid off by nationalized healthcare in 2016 in the Central-Republic States, is disgruntled by a bitter divorce, the quality of medical care, rising crime, unemployment, riots, protests, marches, a vicious government crackdown as government tries to hang onto what little control it has left in the districts, Lange begin’s to develop a Cure that he hopes will put the nationally run health care system out of business. Along with an adopted streetwise alley cat named Hero, Lange begins to care for a young, very pregnant waitress, whom he takes under his wing. Partnering with the largest gang in Chicago, the Latin Kings, who control his Ravenswood neighborhood, he along with LTK, Margie the waitress and friend Dr. John Lange, Jeffrey races to develop and distribute his CURE as the system, the city, and the nation come crashing down all around him.
If you like NEXT you will love my new book MORPHED (in the tradition of NEXT) https://kilburnhall.wordpress.com/morphed-3/
THE TOP OF THE WORLD IS NOT FOR EVERYONE
If you like Lost Horizon by James Hilton you will love my new book Kun Lun. https://kilburnhall.wordpress.com/kun-lun/
It is an area about the size of a living room, a broken platform of rock and ice six miles up in the sky. Higher than most airliners fly. So high that it sits in the jet stream year round and the wind beats against the mountain face at one hundred miles per hour. A team of confident climbers sets out to summit the face of the world’s tallest mountain known as Kun Lun (primal chaos, muddled confusion, a grotto of vacuity, or Cavernous Mountain) with notable celebrities and journalists. Not long into their journey, the climbers know they are heading for disaster. Rescue teams from all over the world race to Kun Lun Advanced Base Camp at 18,000-feet yet only one of the sixty-climbers, Chicago journalist Tim Campbell, survives to face unfounded accusations as he tells an amazing tale of Khembalung.
FEAR COMES IN WAVES
If you liked Stephen King’s Duma Key you will love my upcoming book Crooked Island. https://kilburnhall.wordpress.com/crooked-island/ A Navy Seal goes to Crooked Island Lodge for a little R & R after a hellacious firefight in Iraq with battle hardened al_Qaeda terrorists. As the shooter DJ Gorman shares his visions with Navy psychologist and personal friend, he’s not quite sure that what he’s seeing aren’t just dreams or hallucinations. Pirates coming ashore to bury treasure, a German U-boat off the shoreline and crew in search of fuel, then a spaceship lifted from the screenplay of Close Encounters Of The Third Kind. He has photo’s on his digital camera of course but as his psychologist friend says, that kind of photo’s are easy to fake. It is when his psychologist friend sees the photo of Cuban nightclub singer Esmerelda Vacca, girlfriend of Cuban Mafia kingpin Johnny Ricco sprawled on the sand crying her eyes out that the line between this world and the next becomes blurred. For you see, Johnny Ricco’s yacht went missing in 1955.
IT IS THE DOOM OF MEN THAT THEY FORGET
If you like Dan Brown’s The DaVinci Code you will love my new book EXCALIBUR. The evening begins with the annual Boar’s Head Feast in Old Hall at Queen’s College, a traditional Christmas celebration. While celebrating the annual Boar’s Head Feast in Old Hall at Queen’s College, a traditional Christmas celebration at Oxford, as the lights go down something goes horribly wrong. A guest is murdered and Chief Inspector for (MIT) of Scotland Yard, Ian McGregor, is handed an anagram from a waitress that the murdered man wrote on a napkin. MacGregor is plunged into the mystery surrounding a religious artifact (the sword Excalibur) worn by Gaius Cassius Longinus, the Roman Centurion who pierced the side of Jesus with his spear while the condemned one hung from the cross. Protected by a secret society (Knights Templar) for two thousand years, the possession of Excalibur, (sought by Adolph Hitler for its paranormal powers), could shake the foundations of Christianity, the British Monarchy, and governments around the world. https://kilburnhall.wordpress.com/excalibur-2/
A lost civilization, diamond mines.
The legend of King Solomon and the lost city of the Queen of Sheba. The vast deserts of Africa. The re-appearance of Egyptian Gods, An American, Capt. Derrick Mayes, attached to United Nations Mission in Ethiopia and Eritrea (UNMEE) while escorting Reporter Without Borders, Akira Jackson who is reporting on the unspeakable horrors in Eritrea’s Christian concentration camps where people are forced to drink their own urine to stay alive. Mayes small crew is ambushed by The Eritrean Liberation Front (ELF) and left in the desert for dead. They are rescued by a wandering tribe of nomads and taken to a lost city. A city of all women. After returning to base, Mayes outfits an expedition. Along with Chief Elgin and Akira Jackson he returns to the lost city of Sheba to help fight the ELF only to discover to his horror that we are not alone.
What if the creator created two species? One to walk the land and one to swim the oceans? What if the creator came back? Edy Elfering, a dolphinologist, works with Bottlenosed Dolphins to understand their speech patterns. Her work is funded by the shadowy Jameson Foundation.
“What’s wrong with using a dolphin as an advanced biological weapon system (ABWS) which is how we classify them in Navy terms?” asked Captain Miles Friday.
“Well it’s abusive,” replied Dr. Edythe Elfering. “Well– ‘we’re only talking about a few dolphins here. There’s millions of them out there.’ That’s the argument. But what’s wrong with abusing a few women? Hey, there’s millions of them out there! It’s the same kind of thinking, same kind of logic. Besides the ethical considerations, it’s a faulty weapons system. It doesn’t even work, okay? It doesn’t work. The public is being ripped off. It didn’t work in Vietnam. It didn’t work in the Persian Gulf and it hasn’t worked anywhere they tried it. They’re not dependable the dolphins. Once a dolphin has been fed their full allotment of fish you no longer have control over the dolphin. They know that. I sometimes suspect that this whole program is a phony program as a deterrent to the enemy. We know that the North Vietnamese were living in terror of these kamikaze dolphins as they were called. We used dolphins to take out North Vietnamese regulars coming down the Mekong River which approaches and empties into the sea through a network of distributaries. They died there and we’ve used them in the Persian Gulf. These were basically disposable dolphins for a disposable military. And that’s what’s wrong with it!
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