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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Blog entry 88


Progress on the second novel of the Tessera Trilogy, Sooley Base, continues with characters being developed, dialogues flushed out, and the author’s recent hospital experiences incorporated into the story line. Keep your fingers crossed and become a follower of this blog, and read Golden Gate.

I missed yet another meeting of the writers’ group, still recovering from last medical procedures. My colonoscopy now complete, and awaiting a colonectomy, the Docs were unable to find the lead I was so often accused to be hiding.

I discovered recently that despite weight loss which puts me at high school weight, I am out of shape, flabby, and poised to see again classmates from half a century ago. Should be fun.

Another task which took time was removing and re-installing a trailer hitch from one car to another. This makes the older one just about ready for donation to the gear heads at the County’s technical school.

Here, to the thrill of family, friends, and fans, is another segment from Golden Gate, the first novel of The Tessera Trilogy.

The squirrel at this hook held a pistol in his hand and was sliding over the railing to the deck as Hung approached. Both crouched and fired, but Hung’s shots were better aimed. The Lanun lurched sideways, blood spurting from two holes in his chest. He looked at Hung and mumbled, and then fell bleeding to the deck. Hung paused “Got you, you muthafucker!”


The second squirrel was left-handed and his assault rifle’s flashes were offset from where Hung expected his torso to be, the mistake in Hung’s aim was fatal. Another staccato burst of automatic gunfire alerted Tooley. He cringed as he saw Hung slump to the deck.


Tooley ran back aft and up to the mini-gun mount. He switched on its power again and swung it angrily towards the boat holding the one enemy he could see and could shoot.

The boat rocked from his turn to move away from the maneuvering ship.  Mahudh struggled to grab his second RPG. As Tooley saw him moving a rocket to his shoulder he lined up the mini-gun and squeezed the trigger.

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