“Fiction is the truth inside the lie.” – Stephen King
You may have noticed I’ve been quiet for the last two weeks or so. Probably not, but maybe. As some of you might know already, the city gave me a warning about inoperable vehicles all over my yard. Yeah, it’s like that in the hood.
I haven’t blogged since slaying the A to Z “challenge”, but that wasn’t by design. Some things have come up, I’ve been busy writing, plotting, planning, scheming, and even metal detecting.
As usual, when I commit to do some sort of writing challenge, I cross the finish line with room to spare. In fact, because I already blog almost every day, the only reason I do challenges like this is to feel good when others fail. Well, it is.
Yellow is a rather odd hue. It’s not odd all by itself, but it becomes odd when you start gathering mental data about the color over years of observation. Everyone seems to have a pretty strong opinion about yellow one way or the other.
I had the opportunity to get out yesterday with a hunting buddy and metal detect for about five hours in a HUGE park. This is the type of park where, when you’ve hunted one area and want to move, you hop in the car and drive. Mucho fun!