Sunday, February 21, 2016

Tired of It!

I'm getting tired of not having any writing time over the past few days and weeks. I kept up with most of my blogs, but hardly any production on my novel. I have now about 110 pages of the first draft done and am getting ready to begin on the ending part, but just haven't had any time for writing. As I look back on it, where did the time go?

For one thing, it's income taxes. My little income is very taxing, but Uncle Sam says I have to send them something every damn year so they can build their bridges and streets. I have just about completed this year's submission and hope to finish it within a week. And another thing, is all the time I spend eating. I probably waste half my time for writing, stuffing the large, disproportionate, misshapen mid-section of my body with various chips, dip, bread, meat, cheese, veggies, etc . not to mention the time it takes to travel from and to the many restaurants.
And, there is still the continuing normal everyday "stuff" that takes up my time.

Anyway, here is another short excerpt from the draft:

The Merik house, which they saw from the trail was another quarter-mile set in a clearing surrounded by cedars and pine trees on the flats. Approaching a gate, the Kid and Bobby were jolted out of their silence by shots from a rifle that whizzed by a couple of feet over their heads.

"Hold up there, and don't come any closer!" a female voice carried through the darkening night. "Who are you and what do you want?"

"This is Kid Ferry and Bobby-Chase-the-Lord!" the Kid yelled. "We came to see about a cabin that we heard was empty. We need a place to stay for a while. We're comin' on in."

"Don't try any tricks or I'll let you have it with this rifle!" said Daphne Merik. "Come ahead slow and stay on your horses!"

"If you shoot you'll kill the new sheriff of Idle Springs or his deputy," said Ferry, nearing the front of the house. "Trace Schneider said you may have a cabin we could rent, and we're desperately in need of a place to take off our boots and grab some shuteye."

"It is you, all right, Mister Ferry," said Daphne, rising from her position behind the bushes planted along the front of the house next to the hitch rail. "I'm sure glad it wasn't that useless gang of thieves of Serge Castinat. Two of 'em came by here and threatened to burn us out if we didn't pack up and get out of Idle Springs. Pa told 'em we weren't going anywhere and they knocked him down jumped on him, and hit him some more. I don't know why anyone would want this place."

"Why don't you put down that piece of artillery and we'll dismount and take a cup of coffee with you," said the Kid, "Or if you haven't had supper, we'd sure like to join you. How's Mister Merik doin'?"
"Pa's in bed licking his bumps and bruises them cowards put on him, but he'll be up and around in a day or two," she said and opened the front door. "Come on in and I'll warm up some beans and throw in some bread and a cantaloupe fresh off the vine. That's about all we have to eat right now."

"Sounds like a biblical feast to me the way my stomach has been growlin'," said Bobby, rubbing his midsection. He removed his hat and followed her into the cabin behind the Kid.

"Can I talk to your father a minute, Miss Merik?" said Kid Ferry. "Maybe he can help identify those skunks that beat him up."

"He's probably sleepin'. His room is down that hallway there, the first door on your left. If he's awake, he'll talk to you."

The house was an oblong, five-room affair with the front room taking up the area from wall to wall. The hall was on the right side of the house that led past three rooms and to the kitchen. The kitchen was the same size as the front room and held a wood-burning stove in one corner on which always sat the coffee pot. A large dining table and eight chairs made up the bulk of the furniture. Against one wall were the cupboard and a smaller table for food preparation or other use for which there was a need.

Bobby followed the lady of the house to the kitchen, where she told him to take a seat at the table. She disappeared through the back door and returned carrying a cantaloupe and some raw potatoes.

"They was the Castinat twins, Willie and Wylie, that beat me up," said Mister Merik from his bed. His face was white where it wasn't bruised or cut. "They both had beards coverin' their faces them cowards. I was just finished milkin' my cows when they rode up saying they wanted to parley. They began cussin' at me tellin' me I better hightail it out of Idle Springs. Wylie yelled that his father wanted this no-good ranch for his cattle. And when I told 'em I wasn't movin' fer anyone, they both climbed off their horses and Willie knocked me to the ground. They both jumped on top of me and I couldn't do nothin' with Wylie holdin' my arms pinned to the ground and Willie hittin' me with his fists. I was about to pass out when Daphne shot at them and missed. They ;jumped up and shot back, but nobody hit anything, thank God. They hopped on their horses and rode away. Daphne said she thought she winged one of 'em, but couldn't tell for sure. She helped me up and led me to my bed and here I lay That's about all there is to tell you, Sheriff."

"Why them dirty polecats, pickin' on a ole man," said Kid Ferry, looking at the bed at the beat-up face of Merik. "First thing tomorrow, me and Bobby are goin' to make a call on the Castinats. How many are they anyway? I thought we was up against only that Serge after Bobby shot his brother. We heard he went back into town with a gang. Who are they, Mister Merik?"

"Probably Willie and Wylie and their cousins the Barnetts. There's a passel f them, too."

(Copyrighted material.)

NOTE: The Header picture is a photo of the cliffs that are on the northwest side of Sedona. Rocky, the tour boss, took us to a ranch there that was now abandoned, but is an attraction for tenderfoots. An interesting and picturesque old place with remnants of the ranch house still standing. 


  1. Seems like i waste a lot of time myself, didn't do much writing at all the past few days. I like the excerpt sounds like a lot of action. Won't be long and you will have another one rolling out. Great photo on your header

  2. I have time for writing, but somehow it can often go by without my actually getting many words down.

    You've got some great character names.

  3. I know the feeling. I've been scraping out moments to work on a story that I have with a deadline but I'm having to steal time from sleeping, eating and being with the wife to do so. Work sure won't let up

  4. You have a good excuse for not writing, Charles, but I don't have any.

  5. There's always a big slow down in my own writing around this time. Frustrating.