The sounds of Freedom

Tonight I sat with my injured right leg up as my husband David, watched his alma mater play in the college world series. Yep, he had a beer in hand. The game was momentarily drowned out by the sounds of helicopters flying overhead. This was preceded by artillery training.

I have heard that some people living on base complain about the sounds caused by night time training exercises, I never have. To me just like the sounds of baseball coming from the TV they are the sounds of freedom. David made the choice to join the Army, I made the choice to marry him. We then chose to live on base, so I see no reason to complain about the sounds of freedom.

I for one smile when I hear a drone overheard, or helicopters roaring about. Even our cats have adjusted, they have both grown up hearing artillery fire from training, and helicopters. I call them army cats. I completely understand that the military, especially here at Fort Bragg, needs to be ready to operate in any and all conditions, not just daylight.

So let my windows rattle, and try to drown out my tv shows.  I will still smile about being part of the Army Family.

Yes I still write when the artillery booms in the distance, and think about my plot as the helicopters thunder overhead. Sometimes the noises break loose plot bunnies and cause them to hop about giving me plenty of ideas. Now if I could just keep those army cats of mine off the keyboard I might get more writing done.

(Please note plot bunnies are what I call ideas, we don’t own, nor do we want any real bunnies.)

Update on my novel & thoughts on Vince Flynn’s passing

Well I am almost done my 3rd rewrite. I’m waiting for Dad to get home from a trip to edit it. Then we shall see. I am excited about the next step in the process. 

I am bombarding my dear Dad with over 100 pages upon his return. Yep I love him dearly. I thank all of you for supporting me in my efforts to finish this. I’m sure there will still be work to be done, however there is a light at the end of the tunnel, I don’t think it’s a train.

I was saddened today by the lose of one of the great thriller writers that inspired me to undertake this project. Vince Flynn you and Mitch Rapp will be sorely missed. Cancer did what no bullet or terrorist was capable of it ended the life of Mitch Rapp, or more accurately his creator. 

I find the timing a bit ironic, I just finished re reading Term Limits in the wee hours of the morning. I was reading his first book on the very day he passed away. RIP Vince Flynn you will live on through your writing. 

What my “Dad” means to me…

I must start off by saying I don’t know my biological father, my parents divorced at an early age. I did attempt to establish a relationship with him when I was in my 20’s, he wasn’t interested. The man I refer to as “Dad” in my blogs is really a great friend, who has been there for me for several years.

This wonderful man is part of what i call my chosen family. I never had a sister yet I found two women who fill that role in my life. As far as brothers go, I’ve got plenty I’m an Army wife, my husbands buddies tend to fill that role. I’ve never had a Dad in my life, and then I met Perry. Perry is the person referred to in this blog as Dad.

My Dad has been there for all of the important things in my life.

He’s a great listener.

He gives sage advice.

He’s a man I’m proud to know, in fact I wish I’d gotten to know him sooner.

He walked me down the aisle in front of my friends and other members of my chosen family.

He’s supportive of my projects, and always willing to take some time to help me out.

All I can say is Thank you Dad for all you do. I wish I’d known you all my life.

With your help I know my manuscript will turn into a well polished novel.

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Editing, A ford truck in Italy???

Editing is a challenge for me. No it’s not just the commas that bug me, it’s more content related. I’m at a point in my book where I’m just not sure about part of the plot. Yes it’s plausible, not common, but plausible. 

I placed an old Ford truck in italy. The owner purchased it from a service man who was leaving the country and didn’t want to take it home. He uses it in his vineyard. 

I’d love some feedback on this.