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Tiger Woods, by Dan Bern
Life -
I looked into reports and shockingly, there was no brighter sun yesterday than in previous days, leaving me to surmise that it was my lack of exposure to sunlight that did it. Rather than remedy this, I've just vowed to stop going out while the sun is up.
On a sadder note, down the hill from us, there's a particularly sharp turn on a downhill slope. I've made many a heart-rending turn on it, spinning a full 360 one time and nearly decimating a fence another. The other day, a young wanderer that was working with the street crew on a temp basis, had the trench collapse and kill him. He was buried for nearly twenty minutes before they could unearth him, by which time he was dead.
I couldn't help but think two things at that point. How that would be the worst way to die, slowly suffocating, buried under eight feet of soil, and how that from this point on, I can't help but think of that corner as Dead Man's Curve. Morbid and horrible, I know.
Writing -
Lindsay read what I had written on Graves yesterday and though it isn't her kind of book, she liked what she read and had some great ideas and suggestions. Once I institute those, anyone else that would like to give me their input, let me know and I'll send you the first dozen chapters or so!
The Last Sentence -
He opens a bloody mouth and starts moaning, staggering towards us.
From - "Graves" (WIP)
2 comments:
Hey, have you thought ditch caving in as the way to ix-nay the Zombie? Also, send me an electronic copy and I'll read the Grave novel. Might even share it with Ar Em.
You got it captain-uncle-golfmeister-sir!
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