I've been working on a short story for the past couple of weeks about a fictional episode in the fictional town of Upamona. I just about get it completed when something else enters my mind that should've been said, and it's getting to be a perpetual thing. I've finished it about five times and upon re-reading it, it just lacks something. Maybe it will be ready to submit somewhere one of these days.
Other than that, my life has been pretty dull since the holidays with the completion of my latest novel, "Murder Under the Cliffs." I will be sending it off to one of the great publishers in the sky one of these first days and hope for the best. It's the story of ex-lawman Jimmy Snyder, who has decided to take up the writing of histories of small towns and starts his new life in Bluff, Utah. He is soon arrested and thrown in jail for the murder of an old gent known only as Grady with whom he had been conversing earlier in the day. Jimmy is released for lack of evidence and sets out to find Grady's killer. Set around the early 1900's, it is a traditional western tale of good vs. bad in a small town.
And the other thing that weighs heavy this time of year is taxes. Yup! It's tax time again already and you have until April 15 to finish it up. It'll probably take until then, because I'm notorious for procastinating on taxes. For some reason I just can't generate much enthusiasm for filling out these lengthy and nosy government forms. Maybe I should put in for an extension just to make sure I'll have enough time.