ROAD WORK AHEAD: SILENT BOOMER OPENS SEGMENT 23

According to my every other day blog entry schedule, I need to be saying something just about now, but I'm always a mite off kilter and a trifle out of synch. I've been more or less stuck for a week, dithering and dallying around with an impaction in my writer's colon. However, day afore yesterday, while walking my hour—this time inside of Freddy Meyer's place—I came up with the next to last scene in the Manning novel. Fits very nicely with the opening I've set in Vietnam where fisherman Qwan Bak Ti is sliced up by a band of wild humans in the jungle darkness. With my finish at last congealed into something interesting, my interest flared up again and set my pants on fire.

Found ant here

So, this morning, I put in my minimal hour and commenced a start into Segment 23. I felt pretty good about that. It's as if an ant atop a leaf on the forehead of George Washington on Mount Rushmore could, for a moment, see all the way into Colorado, his ultimate destination. Things will soon be emerging out of the darkness and events lining up toward the finish of Manning, my future best selling novel and movie. Many miles of sentences, however, wait to be fashioned.