Some have noticed the drop in number of daily posts and asked about it. No, I am not getting tired of blogging and I will continue to do so, but I am also writing a book and I found out the hard way that it is not an easy task.

Holy crap it s hard… and talk about learning a new definition of unintended consequences. Make one small change to an already finished chapter and you may find yourself fixing stuff in three more.

No, it is no SciFi so there is no chance I’ll be part of the Sad Puppies saga 😀 Pity on that because I could abuse Larry Correia to get me in Baen at least to get my manuscript read and properly rejected. It is a family book …told my way… I guess Mario Puzo also wrote about a family his way so you know it is not going to be an after school special.

I have been told that I always could spin a good tale (Not quite the word used, but you get the meaning) and people like Larry Coreia, JD Kinman and Jim Curtiss made me realize I did not need to be part of the “intellectual world” smell of patchouli and speak like Andy Warhol to write a book. Regular folks have provided me with hours of pleasurable reading so how come can’t I do the same thing?

So, a book is coming. Not necessarily a good one, but it is coming indeed. And I have to get to it because JD keeps coming at night, reading my mind and stealing MY ideas! 😀

Still crouched, Johnny looked inside the bank through its glass pane walls to see what was going on and noticed two armed individuals dressed identically as the fallen rifleman outside, “Probably more cops.” was the thought. He could not believe nobody had seen him yet but he was happy for the advantage it provided. He stood up, went to the door and after the briefest of pauses, he committed himself to action. Time slowed down.

“Pull the door open hard…..gogogo…turn hard left… there is the first guy…profile…head shot…aim to the ear…use the front sight! front sight, press trigger, recover, front sight, press trigger, recover, target down! Turn hard right…behind the column now…hard cover…slice the pie…target two…his back to me…two to the body… front sight, press trigger, recover, front sight, press trigger, recover, aim for the head now, front sight, press trigger, recover, target two down!…slice the pie…Another target? Where the fuck did he come from? Holy Shit this guy is huge! He is carrying bags?… he saw me…he dropped the bags…nonononono, don’t do it! Shit he is going for his weapon…body, front sight, press trigger, recover, front sight, press trigger, recover, front sight, press trigger, recover, front sight, press trigger, recover… down on his knees and still trying to get his gun?  aim for the head, front sight, press trigger, recover, front sight, press trigger, recover…Finally! Fucker would not die! Stop staring at the gorilla..scan..scan!”

Present Day.

Supervisory Agent Randolph Jennings stopped typing and looked at the young man sitting in front of him. He could not believe that the boyish face covered in tears belonged to a stone cold killer who popped four cops like they were paper targets. In all his years as Federal Law Enforcement Officer, he never had to draw his weapon other than the yearly qualifier and this young man had taken out three people with head shots and one with a field-expedient mace.

“And what did you do next.”

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By Miguel.GFZ

Semi-retired like Vito Corleone before the heart attack. Consiglieri to J.Kb and AWA. I lived in a Gun Control Paradise: It sucked and got people killed. I do believe that Freedom scares the political elites.

7 thoughts on “Stingy with my Blogging.”
  1. TINSIWT books are the best. I want to preorder! I have actual FRNs that cannot be traced.

    stay safe.

  2. As much as our opinions may differ sometimes, I have always enjoyed your writing. Put me on the future readers list.

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