Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, August 1, 2017, 12:36 p.m. Hey, there. Hi, there. Ho, there. I wrote a western last fall. It’s not just any western. It’s a modern western, set at the end of World War II, when a couple Marines return home to Texas, looking for peace, love, and understanding even though they’d …
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Keep the Line Moving
Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, July 26, 2017, 11:15 a.m. Yesterday I finished a manuscript. It’s just a first draft, but I doubt it will require much revision. Lightning in a Bottle just required two drafts. I think its sequel will, too. The other project nestled snugly in this laptop … ah, that’s a different matter. …
Paradise? Yeah, Right …
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, July 6, 2017, 11:15 a.m. It is no discredit to The Last Paradise that it took me too long to read it. It was circumstance. I’ve been buried in my own writing, and there’s no end in sight. I’ve gotten myself overloaded with writing, and my reading has suffered, which is …
Lacking Motivation
Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, June 21, 2017, 1:08 p.m. Some days are diamonds. Some days are stones. Etc. Yesterday morning, I awakened, and Keith Jackson could have been announcing the occasion. Whoa, Nellie! He came to the living room ready to write! Get some coffee in him, and it’s Katie, bar the door! Keith was …
The Annual Clash of Emotions about Daddy
Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, June 18, 2017, 10:15 a.m. In a way, Father’s Day is empty. I’m not one, though a niece, nephews, a great-niece, and great-nephews pretend I am. This I appreciate. In another, it makes me ever more mindful of how I remain affected by my father, who died in 1993. Over the …
Sometimes I Feel All by Myself
Clinton, South Carolina, June 13, 2017, 2:46 p.m. Donald Trump has changed my life. To some extent, all presidents do. Normally, the sheriff has more to do with a person’s day-to-day life than the president, especially in a rural county, but President Trump has turned me inside-out. I’m not referring to Russians, health care, golf, …
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 …
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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Another Stupid Blog about Me
Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, May 15, 2017, 9:36 a.m. In the slug above, originally the time was 7:48. Then 8:39. Then 9:07. I used to write blogs as a means of working my way into a mood conducive to writing fiction. Now I go straight to fiction (as opposed to video) because I can’t come up with …
A Nice Race Story and a Nice Review of a Racing Novel
Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, May 8, 2017, 10:15 a.m. Lots of times, when I’m watching a NASCAR race on television, I think of the early scenes of Days of Thunder, when Harry Hogge is back in North Carolina, on his tractor, while the Daytona 500 is taking place. I’m not sure what occupied Harry with …
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