That was the title to a Gordon Macquarrie story. If you don't know who Gordon Macquarrie is, don't feel bad. He's my favorite outdoor writer. Unfortunately, he left us in 1954. If you ever get the chance, get a copy of "Tales of the Old Duck Hunters and Other Drivel." It's a collection of his stories. Even if you're not a hunter, they're funny and wonderful tales of his relationship with his father-in-law, Hizzoner the President of the Old Duck Hunter's Association, Inc. (the Inc. stands for Incorrigible).
That title does describe how I feel this week. My 4am start-ups are catching up to me. Today it was all I could do not to fall asleep while editing chapter six of Soul Searcher. I'll give this another month or so and see if my body adjusts. I think my wife is sick of going to bed at 9, anyway.
I don't know if I've mentioned it, but I've felt this call to lean toward a suspense/mystery genre. I like the idea of building familiar places and characters. Soul Searcher has a couple of characters that I want to keep around for a long time. Jean Fitzgerald is my favorite. The forty-something country-western singer who's fallen from superstar status makes a lively detective.
I'll keep this short, but at least I posted. I was getting lazy there last week. More to come! Pray for my wakefullness.