Not much new to report. My novel is going well, some 60,000 words and nearing the end. Then I have to edit the thing and then try to find a publisher. I have no idea if its any good, but I'll keep going through the motions and see where it takes me.
A inept and nervous pilot challenges himself in Africa, and winds up losing. A little excerpt.......
Once in his room, reeling in that low feeling when alcohol’s bliss departs, he stands, still drunk and unsteady, and disrobes. He hears wailing carrying above the noise of the heavy rain, hammering the tin roof relentlessly and echoing loudly throughout, and he approaches his window and looks outside. There is a young woman on the lane that runs beside the hotel, and she is on her knees in the mud. Her sodden clothes cling tightly to her small frame, and she pulls at her wet and matted hair and wails and throws herself facedown into the mud. Edward watches and she appears to be addressing one of the upper windows along his side of the hotel. She cries and beats her chest and throws herself into the mud again in a fit of despair, and Edward knows a heart has been broken by someone here, but he knows not who. He is sad for the woman but too drunk to really care, and he climbs into his bed and falls asleep.
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