Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, September 14, 2017, 1:32 p.m. Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell* is going to be my most carefully composed, diligently examined, and thoroughly questioned novel to date. At the moment, I’m taking a break from the long slog of rewriting and reconsidering what will be my eighth novel. Twice I interrupted the process …
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Torn between Tales
Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, September 8, 2017, 12:03 p.m. I’ve shaved nearly 10,000 words out of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, which has become an on-again, off-again, long-term project. At the beginning of the year, I mostly set it aside to write two related auto-racing novels, Lightning in a Bottle and Life Gets Complicated, a sequel. …
Apparently the Eclipse Zapped Me
Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, August 25, 2017, 11:23 a.m. This week has been a strange one. I think I may have been zapped by the eclipse. My new novel – and first sequel – is out. I have a book signing in Spartanburg on September 2 at Hub City Bookshop (3 p.m.). The week has …
High School Football Carries Me Away
I would normally post this blog at montedutton.com, which, at the moment, is out of order, and I tried and failed to fix it yesterday, and I just don’t have time to fool with it anymore ... now. Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, August 12, 2017, 12:00 p.m. Who knows what football season will bring? Clinton …
Mass Communications, or Lack Thereof …
Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, August 4, 2017, 9:45 a.m. Let’s say I want to get in touch with you. The options are endless. It doesn’t mean any of them work. I could send you an email. You would likely do what I often do: um, delete, delete, delete, save, delete, delete, delete … Then I …
So Damned Much Is Senseless
Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, June 14, 2017, 9:56 a.m. I don’t know what to write. I’m just trying because I find it therapeutic. When nothing makes sense, and I need it to, I just write. With a little luck, it turns into a blog. Either that, or I play guitar a while. The point at …
Mothers by the Numbers
Ella, my niece, and Betty, my mother. (Monte Dutton photo) Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, June 4, 2017, 10:13 a.m. By Monte Dutton Age is mathematical. If I heard someone say that on TV, I would make fun of it. Duh. The appropriate response from the imaginary person on TV? D’oh! Of course. I just got …
The Sun Is Out, the Sky Is Blue … I’m in the House
Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, June 3, 2017, 9:46 a.m. Sometimes I get up, and lesser aspects of life greet me, all at once. Everything seems mildly absurd. It doesn’t hurt, occasionally, to recognize this. Absurdity is on the rise. What Republicans believe about the planet, I believe about the absurdity. Just gotta let it run …
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I’ve Still Got My Guitar and the Red Sox Going for Me
Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, May 17, 2017, 8:54 a.m. Middle of the week. Last night traded one kind of music for another. A trip to Charlotte to see my favorite band, Reckless Kelly, fell through, but I visited my nephew’s lovely children – held them, made faces, sound effects, tossed the older lightly in the …
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I’ve Gotta Travel On
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, January 26, 2017, 9:19 p.m. I haven’t spent a night away from home since last May, which is probably the longest stretch of my entire life. That’s going to change. I’m taking off. I don’t know when I’ll be back. Probably in a few days. Could be, oh, Sunday, or Monday, …
Nightrider's Lament 