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Here we are just a few days into the novel and have reached 100 pages.
This it is time for an update.

The Fastest Love on Earth comes from an observation that on the opening day of the Liverpool and Manchester Railway where the first 2 chapters of the books are concerned, George Stephenson became the Fastest Man on Earth as he rushed his train towards Manchester.
As the beginning of the novel is concerned with this and our couple meet in this sequence, we have our title of the novel now at 30,150 words
For February we are at 125000 words and this is the last week of writing for February.
I also have started to write a weekly blog for GameDecider.com It is called Which Way Should I Go

As usual, at every hundred pages, the first part of a chapter

1) Nothing can go so fast

“There is Stafford. He has as many shares as you, I have heard.” Sir Horatio Fawkes said. He was of average height and a little heavyset, filling every stitch of his clothes. So well that they were close to bursting at the seams. He shivered in the warm Liverpool air as one of the big engines rumbled.

His companion Kevin, rail thin and taller than the first by some three inches, shook his head, covered with dark hair showing just three or four streaks of gray. Kevin did not like George Granville Leveson-Gower who his friend had pointed out. Perhaps the richest man in the world. He surely thought that clearing his estates of the poor was just, but Kevin could not see it. The man had wanted the poor off of his estates and would make the land better for his pocket later. Ten years ago and he had become even more wealthy because he had a compliant parliament support him.

“He had as many shares as I had, a thousand at the inception. I have more now for he has turned his interest to other things. It allowed me to acquire more, I am told by my man of business. Ah, the Prime Minister is come. You can hear the band begin. That Wellington is here is Stafford’s doing, or Lady Stafford. They are great friends and Arthur would not listen to me. He thought this event momentous for the entire nation and schedules were changed and set so this spectacle could be created.”

Horatio laughed, “They may be great friends but you are on a first name basis with him.”

“The war. Fifteen years already, but that bond will not depart.”

“You were young then, though.” Horatio said reminding Kevin of that time.

“Four years, damn dumbest thing to abuse my power so and go to war. Father was dead two years and mother thought she would scare me from doing my duty. I was sixteen and what did I know. Cannon shot and bullets changed my mind very quickly.” Kevin shivered at the memory.

“If I had known you then I would have told you that you were being foolish. Too many died during that war, or lost a limb.” Kevin shivered again at Horatio’s statement. Too well was he aware of that. By eighteen he was a Captain because of those who had been shot or died, and because he could well afford it. He was offered higher rank but knew that he did not have the skills or qualities to anything higher. It was one reason he had Wellington’s respect. The other that he was a peer. The seventh earl of Dorchester.

And rich. Wellington was become a politician and he knew that Stafford’s money as well as his own would see the growth of the nation. And he new king was all for supporting that. William IV and Kevin got along well enough too. Kevin would have to say that he met a few of the FitzClarence sons and enjoyed their company if briefly. The sons lived much more quietly than their father had. Much more frugally even though their father was now king.

One though could only spend as much money as Parliament allowed. Terrible, but then everyone should live within their means. That tenet would always hold true and made for good living. Kevin had a young brother who had trouble with that concept even on two thousand a year. Bartholomew who was an hour later than Kevin had asked him to come, but then it might have been wise to be late. Things were still not ready and with just a few minutes until they were supposed to start he was not sure that they would be on time. Kevin thought the idea of a pass in review when they reached Parkside and take on water and coal foolishness. They should show the trains here and look at them, then get aboard the one and see how fast they could travel. 17 miles each and every hour. How could one imagine such speed.

Surely a horse could go twice as fast for a few hundred yards. A mile perhaps, but then it would tire. The metal beast never did. It was a good investment. And he did not increase the size of his holding to do better than Stafford, but to do well for himself and the support he might need for Barthlomew and his sisters. There were two, and one well married. The youngest though, a child of their mother’s second marriage, was due to come out in society and he was determined that Kate would have a good showing of it. Margaret had married Viscount Conway and had three children. The son would be the heir after Bartholomew of his Earldom also. The boy was a lad of seven. Michael Parker Lennox.

“Yes, I am sure you would have talked me from my folly, but it made a man of me. At least man enough that I am proud most days of my actions. Today should be well, for this is an achievement despite all the hullabaloo. I may sell my shares for now that this is launched we must do so in other parts of the country. We must one day link all of the nation by rail and then other parts of the world with this advanced transportation. I think it will change all the world.”

“Here, here.” Another man came forward then, Older, about fifty and with one younger than he and looking like him also. “Sorry but I heard you as I was passing Lord Dorchester. I am inspired when you say such things.”

Kevin laughed, “You are inspired at everything Mister Stephenson. Sir Horatio Fawkes, Mister Stephenson and his son Robert.”

“A pleasure sure. A friend of our greatest patron and shareholder is always a pleasure to meet.” Stephenson said.

“Mine, sir. The pleasure is mine. I see what you have done her astonishing. I look forward to the trip. You are to steer one of these leviathans?”

Kevin chuckled. Horatio was a novice about such things. “No, they steer themselves. The rails you see, Sir Horatio. But I will be driving Northumbrian and Robert here will drive the Rocket, which won me my position as to supply the Liverpool and Manchester with these fine locomotives.”

“Very good.” Horatio said, not really interested but Stephenson probably could not tell that.

“If you will excuse me, not much time before we leave. You may want to board a train. You can see that the Duke is about to,” Stepehenson said and that was surely the signal for the rest of them to as well.

Kevin said a few choice words and the Stephensons moved on. “One day it will not be we lords who rule the earth but those men, the ones who know how to build such things.” Kevin said to Horatio when the two had moved on.

The noise from the crowd was increasing, so many people had come and the other shareholders had invited so many guests to the event that there had been no rooms available in all of Liverpool last night. It was a good thing that this venture had forced Kevin to purchase a small townhouse in the prior years both here, and one in Manchester. He did not like either of them but for their function. He also had arranged some local staff to augment three servants that travelled north to manage the houses when he visited them. Today they would travel to and from Crown Street station and so he just stayed in Liverpool for the entire affair. He and the other directors and major shareholders were to dine with Wellington of course and Kevin was conscious that many saw it as an honor. He had been doing so often for nearly twenty years.

Horatio glanced to his pocket watch and said, “Should we board?”

“Another ten minutes. We are well positioned to climb into a carriage and should like to give my ne’er do well brother every possible chance to get here. There goes William Huskisson. I think he is the smartest man I know. He can lecture you about the pound and prove to you how we can pay the debt off or how to manage the Corn Laws.” Kevin observed. Huskisson represented Liverpool the destination that day. He was also good friends with Stafford. Not that Kevin thought of Stafford as an enemy or even an adversary, just as man who had treated his people terribly and that was something that had become unforgivable.

The clock was ticking and now functionaries were on the landing asking all to take their places in the carriages. “Here comes Bartholomew and with a lady and children. You did not say anything about that. Wait until Hampton hear’s about this, he will be surprised.” Baron Franklin Hampton was Sir Horatio and his mutual friend and could not be bothered to have ventured north.

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Here we are just a few days into the novel and have reached 100 pages.
This it is time for an update.

The Fastest Love on Earth comes from an observation that on the opening day of the Liverpool and Manchester Railway where the first 2 chapters of the books are concerned, George Stephenson became the Fastest Man on Earth as he rushed his train towards Manchester.
As the beginning of the novel is concerned with this and our couple meet in this sequence, we have our title of the novel now at 30,150 words
For February we are at 125000 words and this is the last week of writing for February.
I also have started to write a weekly blog for GameDecider.com It is called Which Way Should I Go

As usual, at every hundred pages, the first part of a chapter

1) Nothing can go so fast

“There is Stafford. He has as many shares as you, I have heard.” Sir Horatio Fawkes said. He was of average height and a little heavyset, filling every stitch of his clothes. So well that they were close to bursting at the seams. He shivered in the warm Liverpool air as one of the big engines rumbled.

His companion Kevin, rail thin and taller than the first by some three inches, shook his head, covered with dark hair showing just three or four streaks of gray. Kevin did not like George Granville Leveson-Gower who his friend had pointed out. Perhaps the richest man in the world. He surely thought that clearing his estates of the poor was just, but Kevin could not see it. The man had wanted the poor off of his estates and would make the land better for his pocket later. Ten years ago and he had become even more wealthy because he had a compliant parliament support him.

“He had as many shares as I had, a thousand at the inception. I have more now for he has turned his interest to other things. It allowed me to acquire more, I am told by my man of business. Ah, the Prime Minister is come. You can hear the band begin. That Wellington is here is Stafford’s doing, or Lady Stafford. They are great friends and Arthur would not listen to me. He thought this event momentous for the entire nation and schedules were changed and set so this spectacle could be created.”

Horatio laughed, “They may be great friends but you are on a first name basis with him.”

“The war. Fifteen years already, but that bond will not depart.”

“You were young then, though.” Horatio said reminding Kevin of that time.

“Four years, damn dumbest thing to abuse my power so and go to war. Father was dead two years and mother thought she would scare me from doing my duty. I was sixteen and what did I know. Cannon shot and bullets changed my mind very quickly.” Kevin shivered at the memory.

“If I had known you then I would have told you that you were being foolish. Too many died during that war, or lost a limb.” Kevin shivered again at Horatio’s statement. Too well was he aware of that. By eighteen he was a Captain because of those who had been shot or died, and because he could well afford it. He was offered higher rank but knew that he did not have the skills or qualities to anything higher. It was one reason he had Wellington’s respect. The other that he was a peer. The seventh earl of Dorchester.

And rich. Wellington was become a politician and he knew that Stafford’s money as well as his own would see the growth of the nation. And he new king was all for supporting that. William IV and Kevin got along well enough too. Kevin would have to say that he met a few of the FitzClarence sons and enjoyed their company if briefly. The sons lived much more quietly than their father had. Much more frugally even though their father was now king.

One though could only spend as much money as Parliament allowed. Terrible, but then everyone should live within their means. That tenet would always hold true and made for good living. Kevin had a young brother who had trouble with that concept even on two thousand a year. Bartholomew who was an hour later than Kevin had asked him to come, but then it might have been wise to be late. Things were still not ready and with just a few minutes until they were supposed to start he was not sure that they would be on time. Kevin thought the idea of a pass in review when they reached Parkside and take on water and coal foolishness. They should show the trains here and look at them, then get aboard the one and see how fast they could travel. 17 miles each and every hour. How could one imagine such speed.

Surely a horse could go twice as fast for a few hundred yards. A mile perhaps, but then it would tire. The metal beast never did. It was a good investment. And he did not increase the size of his holding to do better than Stafford, but to do well for himself and the support he might need for Barthlomew and his sisters. There were two, and one well married. The youngest though, a child of their mother’s second marriage, was due to come out in society and he was determined that Kate would have a good showing of it. Margaret had married Viscount Conway and had three children. The son would be the heir after Bartholomew of his Earldom also. The boy was a lad of seven. Michael Parker Lennox.

“Yes, I am sure you would have talked me from my folly, but it made a man of me. At least man enough that I am proud most days of my actions. Today should be well, for this is an achievement despite all the hullabaloo. I may sell my shares for now that this is launched we must do so in other parts of the country. We must one day link all of the nation by rail and then other parts of the world with this advanced transportation. I think it will change all the world.”

“Here, here.” Another man came forward then, Older, about fifty and with one younger than he and looking like him also. “Sorry but I heard you as I was passing Lord Dorchester. I am inspired when you say such things.”

Kevin laughed, “You are inspired at everything Mister Stephenson. Sir Horatio Fawkes, Mister Stephenson and his son Robert.”

“A pleasure sure. A friend of our greatest patron and shareholder is always a pleasure to meet.” Stephenson said.

“Mine, sir. The pleasure is mine. I see what you have done her astonishing. I look forward to the trip. You are to steer one of these leviathans?”

Kevin chuckled. Horatio was a novice about such things. “No, they steer themselves. The rails you see, Sir Horatio. But I will be driving Northumbrian and Robert here will drive the Rocket, which won me my position as to supply the Liverpool and Manchester with these fine locomotives.”

“Very good.” Horatio said, not really interested but Stephenson probably could not tell that.

“If you will excuse me, not much time before we leave. You may want to board a train. You can see that the Duke is about to,” Stepehenson said and that was surely the signal for the rest of them to as well.

Kevin said a few choice words and the Stephensons moved on. “One day it will not be we lords who rule the earth but those men, the ones who know how to build such things.” Kevin said to Horatio when the two had moved on.

The noise from the crowd was increasing, so many people had come and the other shareholders had invited so many guests to the event that there had been no rooms available in all of Liverpool last night. It was a good thing that this venture had forced Kevin to purchase a small townhouse in the prior years both here, and one in Manchester. He did not like either of them but for their function. He also had arranged some local staff to augment three servants that travelled north to manage the houses when he visited them. Today they would travel to and from Crown Street station and so he just stayed in Liverpool for the entire affair. He and the other directors and major shareholders were to dine with Wellington of course and Kevin was conscious that many saw it as an honor. He had been doing so often for nearly twenty years.

Horatio glanced to his pocket watch and said, “Should we board?”

“Another ten minutes. We are well positioned to climb into a carriage and should like to give my ne’er do well brother every possible chance to get here. There goes William Huskisson. I think he is the smartest man I know. He can lecture you about the pound and prove to you how we can pay the debt off or how to manage the Corn Laws.” Kevin observed. Huskisson represented Liverpool the destination that day. He was also good friends with Stafford. Not that Kevin thought of Stafford as an enemy or even an adversary, just as man who had treated his people terribly and that was something that had become unforgivable.

The clock was ticking and now functionaries were on the landing asking all to take their places in the carriages. “Here comes Bartholomew and with a lady and children. You did not say anything about that. Wait until Hampton hear’s about this, he will be surprised.” Baron Franklin Hampton was Sir Horatio and his mutual friend and could not be bothered to have ventured north.

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138418 Words. But Finis!
The Prize is not as Great as You Think is done.
Started three weeks ago on a Monday so 22 days.
Now the month has over 94K words, 316 pages. The year to date nearly 300,000 words and nearly 1000 pages

The next novel shall be a return to Regency England and I think centered around the developing of railways

Here is chapter 5’s beginning of the novel as a sample

5) My Son is Dead

Being escorted into the Grand Prince’s drawing room was a first for Gerald. He had never been to this part of the Celebont Palace before. Usually it was enter through the main gate and the main hall. Up the stairs and then into the large room there, the main throne room. Athelstan had told him there were three throne rooms and that his father used them all and for a variety of reasons.

Athelstan was there to meet him at the station and instead of protesting, he accepted the man’s company. Now there was a guard detail and after a moments discussion, Sir David and Sergeant Phillipe were tasked with picking our men to complement the guard. Sir David was told to have ten more men then guard contingent.

“Cousin,” he had said to Athelstan. “I requested some information, is there anyone here who has it?”

Athelstan looked and shook his head, “I am sorry but I do not know of any information, highness.”

Gerald then turned to the Captain of the man who was to be in charge of his guard. “Captain, who was responsible for the Guard detail when Prince Reginald was killed?”

“Not I!” the man, a Baron of course, said. Gladdes was one of the nobility, a little overweight from eating good food, and doing little to earn his place as a Captain.

“I did not say you were in charge. Was it the Guard? Another one of these units?”

“Well yes,” the man was still indignant.

“Then my men here from the first cavalry will augment this unit. Now, I have requested information all afternoon about the murder of the prince. Do you have it?”

“No. I don’t know anything about that. I have orders to take you to the Celebont Palace.”

Gerald shook his head. He was getting angry. “Captain Krabe is my aide. Captain will you provide this captain with a list of all the information I have required.” Turning back to the Guard Captain, “Your orders now are to get me this information and attend me at the Celebont Palace when you have it. I expect it to take you no more than a half hour, for you have been here in the Capital and I have been waiting for news or traveling all day. I think that is fair.”

“You can not be serious!” the man exploded again.

“Highness! Stand up straight you shit of a man! I should have you courtmartialed for your insolence. How many times did you not address me by title? Do you even know? And to suggest that I am not serious, are you fool!”

“You can’t order me. Highness,” he said through gritted teeth.

Gerald sent one glance to Athelstan.

“He can you know.” All others now turned their eyes to Athelstan. “He is the second in command of all Almondy’s forces. Only the Grand Prince outranks him. Any order you have received from anyone lower is automatically overridden by an order from the Crown Prince. As long as he has done his training in the army and is over twenty-one. His Highness is all that, Captain. I would suggest you follow his orders. Oh and show him some respect which you have not done yet, Captain.”

“Now Captain, I see that Captain Krabe has the list. Half an hour. The Celebont Palace. I should not stand there waiting, your time is disappearing.” Gerald said then turned to Sir David. “How long to get the mounts all assembled for your guards, ten minutes?”

“Less highness. We shall be ready in five!” Sir David nodded and then turned to his team and was making orders, looking for the Guard lieutenant who was there and discussing the route they were going to take. There was a crowd in front of the station as well but Gerald was ignoring it

“Athelstan, cousin, what do I do next?”

“Well highness we take you to the Celebont Palace. There you will meet my father. He is grieving though. Terribly. He will require that you are invested soon as Crown Prince, but I think we will have your Coronation not too much later. Yesterday he was a robust man, now he is broken, and he has not been well either. We probably will have the funeral for Reginald, in six days. Already word has been sent to the crowned heads of europe and Presidents and Premiers to attend the funeral. I do not know how many will come unless they can stay and attend the Investiture of you as Crown Prince as well soon. They will want to meet you. And the way you handled that pompous piece of work, they will especially want to meet you. A Crown Prince with a firm resolve. It shall make many of them nervous.”

Waving the others nearby away, “You were the one who gave me the inspiration for that. You have been saying that we have to show the foreign elements some backbone else they will walk all across us. We have a better rail system here then Germany and France and that so helped Germany in the last war. Now we need leadership as well and then they will think twice about attacking us. Then we can be the deciding factor of any war they start. Or convince them that they should not include us in their folly this time.”

“Oh very good. You listen. Reginald never did. I should have looked at that list you sent the Captain after. Anything that I can tell you?”

“Yes. How did Reginald die?” Athelstan nodded then and began to tell him. Out riding in the countryside to an assignation with a lady from one of the taverns he frequented. Reginald had one or two houses that he used for a tryst, he had a small squad of Guard with him. Several bombs were thrown and this time he was killed, along with one of the guards. Most of the others were wounded.

Athelstan had heard that what was left of Reginald was not pretty. But he was dead and the anarchists were claiming credit. “How do they do that? They can’t just walk up to a Constable and say they’re an anarchist and someone from their organization threw a bomb.”

“No. They send a letter with some details that only those who did throw the bomb would know because the constables don’t tell everything. The letter is usually addressed to Lord Hermes who father has as Minister for the Homeland.”

“The Chief of the Chief Constable.” Gerald said and that was indeed the man’s position too. Though he covered several other portfolios that had to do with the running of the country.

“I have a great deal of reading to catch up on if I am to take over from your father. Though we have had so many conversations these last years, I am not sure that we are not ready for some other type of government. If your father can hold up, then perhaps I can be the last Crown Prince and we can make the Grand Prince more of a ceremonial position rather than one where radical should like to throw bombs at us.”

Athelstan smiled and then said, “Best you don’t say that any louder or to anyone but me. We need to work on this but you are right, we have talked about changing the government. I think that too many are reluctant to change the status quo.”

“Of course. We can only talk to those who know they stand to gain. I would not tell another farmer that he had to drop the price of milk he charged unless he was sure he was going to get something greater for it elsewhere. No I understand. Come, Sir David has the horses ready. I fear we are about to gallop all the way to the Palace.”

Athelstan looked at him in surprise. “I have a carriage…”

“Come cousin. I go to your father who is as you’ve said in a terrible way. We are to hurry. Much of the day has been wasted already.”

Athelstan should have seen the two men with rifles approaching him but he did not. He did feel them nudge him. “Stop that. He is the son of the Grand Prince.” Even I they treated him like a bastard, he was still much higher in rank then they ever should be.

Finally they were on horseback and Sir David and his men were leading to the south street that would take them almost to the gates of the palace without any twists and not overly crowded for here were homes and smaller shops not open at night. Though most shops were closed at this hour but for restaurants and places of entertainment.

At the gallop it took less than ten minutes to advance up the hill though the horses were tired. The guards at the palace gates passed them through quickly and then Athelstan and a few others were taking Gerald to see the Grand Prince.

Gratitude Log

  1. IslandsIslands-2011-02-22-11-13.jpg Took Cheryl here for Valentines day and then when California Pizza Kitchen had us wait a half hour for our table and then there was another half hour on top of that (The Liars) we went again for her birthday. Great Hamburgers.
  2. GameDeciderGameDecider-MemberHomePage-2011-02-22-11-13.jpgHave begun work with this website for gamers. Should have a weekly blog that I will be reposting here.
  3. YouTubeYouTube-dwilliamwilkin_sYouTube-2011-02-22-11-13.jpg So much is placed here that one day you will never have time for series television. In the last two years, going from no time watching videos to how many hours a week? How much of the internet bandwidth is taken up by YT?
  4. Shogun 2 Total War-PastedGraphic-2011-02-22-11-13.jpg The newest part of the Total War Franchise was released as a demo. Very much buzzed by all Total War gamers. Can’t wait to have my PC rig set up again one day and get it.
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Another milestone this day. I thought that The Prize is not as Great as You Think would reach beyond 300 pages, and perhaps spread to 400 but not much more. In judging where I am now, I think we have about 50 more to go. I am currently in chapter 19 and seeing the world through the villains eyes. He is explaining some things to his henchman, and keeping some to himself. Then a chapter where our hero rescues the heroine and we combine elements of the The Prisoner of Zenda and The Mad King . Last we will have a resolution chapter, so 21 altogether I expect.

February is now at 76K words, 2011 at 278,698 (929 pages) and many more hours to write still on Saturday…

Here is chapter 4’s beginning:

4) The Safety of the Succession

“Well played, highness,” Sir David said when they had entered the dining hall and the men had given them a perimeter allowing some privacy. There were two small room that would have ensured privacy but Gerald knew that he was not going to be there very long. Ten more minutes.

“I am come to believe that this game is not anything we have ever played before,” Gerald said.

“No. Not at all.” Sir David now looked serious.

As for Krabe, he was fit to be tied, he was so angered. “Captain Krabe, I may not keep you as my aide when we get settled in Steilenberg, but then I might. I trust David with my life and I think he still trusts me with his. We are distant cousins and I know something about him as an officer. That he is quite competent. Was it your idea or his to send the patrols to flank the building?”

Krabe took a moment, “Sir David’s highness.”

“Yes. Sir David, that idea came from?”

Sir David looked to Krabe when he said it, “You, highness. We talked about something like this a few years ago. How the infantry would surround a building and how the cavalry would do so. This came from that discussion.”

“I want to say something that I hope you won’t say to any other.” Gerald began. “I do not like this. David will tell you that I just wanted to live here in the country and tend my cows. My family have not been very good princes. We all but squandered our inheritance and now I think the rumor is spread that I have barely five crowns to rub together. I have a few more crowns then that, but many think of me as the bumpkin prince. Here people don’t even call me that which is why I like Splatz. It is a small village with just these few streets. Seven hundred people live here and their children. When all come in from the country we have three thousand adults and then their children. We are a small village and you do not have to think about France or Germany and how they hate one another when you are here.”

David said, “That is over now.”

Gerald nodded sadly, “Yes, I suppose so. Did you two leave right away or did you hear anymore of what occurred?” Sir David shook his head.

“The Colonel burst in to the mess and said that Reginald had been blown up and that a rider had to get to the depot, send out a company and find the next prince. He then asked who was the next prince and where was he. I of course knew and told him your name and that you lived here. He sent me to the depot so technically I have just not returned from that assignment though my company had evening parade. That will look a little suspicious at six o’clock.”

“We don’t have a clock in the bell tower of the church yet. A few more years Father Guiseppe tells me, but it is past six now.” Gerald gestured to a clock over the bar. They could have looked at their pocket watches too, but he supposed they had not thought to do that with all the bustle they had been about.

“I am sorry Highness but I must protest. You do not have the authority to take my command from me.” Captain Krabe said.

Gerald shook his head. “Are you one of them? Are you a traditionalist? You have now twice made it clear that this is not comfortable for you. Well the next time shall be your last and you will just be relieved of all duties until I talk to your superior in Steilenberg. It is Colonel Cartier who commands the 1st and he is a Traditionalist. Funny but I should have thought you would realize that I am the Colonel in Chief of your regiment. The heir to the throne is always the Colonel in Chief of the 1st Cavalry. I think following my orders would indicate to all that you have my favor. I suggest you think this through very carefully for I have had a few hours to think since they told me of Reginalds murder.”

Krabe took a half step back as if he had been hit. Gerald had been living in the country for a long time. But that did not mean he was weak, simple, or in any way lacking in the command skills he had learned when he trained to be an officer. He may not have used them for five years, but he still had them and he still knew when to use them. Krabe clearly needed the boundaries of command established. He clearly needed to know who was at the top of the tower in this case. And it was not Krabe.

“I believe you to now be thinking. Do we have an understanding? Do you comprehend that you, a Captain, are not someone that I truly think significant if I am not to struggle with France and Germany? If I succeed Prince Michael Alan, then what does the ruffled feathers of a cavalry captain matter to me. A captain though that is my aide and helps me with this horrendous task that has been thrust at me is much more important than any other cavalry captain? And should I trust my safety to a man I have never met? Or to my cousin whose life I saved once or twice, and who saved mine?”

“No highness. Forgive me.” Krabe said. Though he wore his emotion on his face and was not happy. Fool it was a promotion. Krabe might not last the trip out of Splatz let alone to Nantz or back to Steilenberg.

Sir David cleared his throat. “We are three saves of you of me, and my one return to you, cousin highness.”

“You will stop that nonsense David. Cousin when we are intimate like this is fine, and best you stick to highness in public. I have just given Captain Krabe a rather informal dressing down. I should not like to deliver another. I fear I shall have too few friends in Steilenberg when we arrive. Best though that you go see to your command and send over the Chief Constable. His name is Lestaing and he is a good man.”

“Yes cousin. Ten minutes I think and I’ll give orders to send riders ahead, but we should be back in Nantz in less than an hour.”

Gerald didn’t want to contradict his cousin, but with full dark, and a sliver of moon that night, it might be longer than that hour. Sir David left the privacy zone and could be heard quickly issuing orders and consulting with the locals. That stuck in his mind that Krabe would not have thought to talk to the locals but assumed that no one but he could have managed. Either he would break Krabe of such notions or dismiss him when they returned to the capital. That would probably end the man’s career but it was more important to Gerald that he himself had a life then that the officer in front of him had an outstanding career.

Most of the officers when they were still junior commanders did not think about anything but an outstanding career. Reaching all the way to be Chief of the Command Staff. The highest rank one could be. Often held by a prince of Fitzroy Perry blood. Gerald had not thought of that during his two years. He had thought of a quite life and dairy farming, a very small dairy farm began to appeal to him. Now he was sure that life was gone.

“Constable, I am not sure that I will be able to return to Splatz for some time. Can you have people pack up the house and arrange to ship my goods to the city? I should imagine that with the next couple days an address will be sent. I don’t need any of the furniture so they should be covered. I may want my chair by the fire though. Someone will instruct on that.”

“We shall take care of it all, don’t worry highness. There are people here who will look after your possessions and we will see the cows milked. The rest of your clothes sent up to you and your other personal things. Don’t worry about anything here. You send a telegram and we will take care of it right away.”

“Thank you. Captain Krabe can you see to it that you forward an address to Constable Lestaing? My thanks. Also, over the years, especially since I became second in line, there have been strangers, you will recall about the village and countryside. That might increase now. And men of the papers too, these reporters. How to tell who is a reporter and who is an agent of the French or Germans or some other foreign power. If you could watch for such men and if you need more help to do so, please you must contact us.”

“That is a good point,” Captain Krabe said and turned to study the constable.

“We know who belongs here and who doesn’t. I may ask for some help, but not just yet. I’ll put some of the young men on this and they will walk all about the county and see if anyone is asking questions that no one knows. We shall be very respectful of all your privacy, highness.”

“Yes. I trust you Constable. I hope that I shall find as many men in Steilenberg to trust as I have found men here. I fear though that it will be much more difficult.”

The constable nodded, “I fear highness you are right. And in Steilenberg it will a great deal easier for one to spy upon you. Best you remember that.”

Sir David stuck his head into the room, “When you are ready, highness.”

Gerald nodded then reached out a hand to shake the Constables. “Now I must pay Master Kramer for the meal and for upsetting all his guests.”

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My exploration into a Ruritanian Romance has reached 300 Pages. Just over 90,000 words. We have reached the latter half of the book where plots in the first half are now coming to fruition. Where the evil factions are get thwarted and our heroes are proving triumphant but with setbacks along the way.

For the month, this being day 8 of writing, I am approaching 50K words and easily achieving a pace of 40K words a week.
Perhaps by the end of the day we will be at a quarter million words for the year.

300 Pages means chapter 3 of The Prize is Not as Great as You Think:

3) A Humble Farm

Gerry was content. Over six feet tall and big in the shoulders he was glad to be home. The family ceremonies, marching in the St. Michael parade, were over for the year and now he could return to his cows and tend the needs of the farm. Blue eyed with sandy brown hair, he was out of his formal clothes, and the ancient uniform that he wore to march in the parade was put away. Even the patent leather shoes with gilt buckles were gone and he wore his second favorite boots.

His father would hate that he had become a farmer, but it was a good life, and the Grand Prince, for all that he was a dictator and did little for many kept the prices on food that the farmers sold strong enough that no farmer who put in a honest days labor would ever starve.

Farmers fed the cities and they were paid for it. Not that a farmer ever wanted all those riches that the city folk had. What would you do with them anyway. There was work in the cites making roads so that these new automobiles could ride on them. His cousin Reginald said he had ordered a Mecedes that could had 35 horsepower. When Gerry had ridden to Steilenberg he had used one horsepower. Maggie was just fine to take him anywhere in the principality. Why look for trouble and try to find someone to sell you gasoline, or could fix one of them tires. Any smith could shoe a horse.

All Reginald could talk of and Athalan was progress and where the country should go once the old Grand Prince died and the shackles he had on the principality were gone. They did not know their own father well enough Gerry was pretty sure. The man was smart enough to have kept them from folly for over thirty years. The last time sixty thousand men had gone to war and twelve thousand had not come back. The next war would be worse and it would probably be fought right in the principality. The Germans wanted to kill the French and the French wanted to kill the Germans.

They could not see that peace was the best. They never would.

Much simpler to like cows and milking. There was a calm when you were in the rhythm of milking a cow. As long as you didn’t make the cow mad, and he had the four sweetest cows this side of Splatz, that they never gave him trouble. No, you sat on your stool, puled on the teat and milk came out. Twice a day, and then you had it to take to market, the night before’s milking and that morning’s. Though that Henry Samuelson was very energetic and now was running a cart late morning to take the milk into town for sale, and in the evening as well. He only charged a penny a liter and that meant a better use of Gerry’s time for it saved him two hours a day, each day.

The cows had to be milked every day else they let you know they were not happy. Painful Gerry though. Two days not milked and very painful. Wednesday’s though, he took the milk to town himself for then he met friends and had some fresh bread from Pieter the baker. He then sat in the platz and sold some cheese and milk and even a duck or chicken or two, for he had to thin his flock regularly and one man could only eat a bird every other week else Father Guiseppe, all the way from Italy, would scold him for being a glutton.

He had a good life and had urged Reginald to marry and produce a son or three so that he would no longer be heir to Reginald. Cousin Athalan laughed and laughed. Finally he shared the joke with Gerry who had to chuckle as well. Everyone wanting Reginald to marry. Well it was time. He was over thirty now and soon he would be Grand Prince. That was sure.

“So, another trip to the capital. I heard that young Samuelson looked after your farm when you were away,” Pieter said.

“He is a good lad. A very good lad, I don’t know that he makes a decent living at this carting nonsense or will ever make anything of himself and save enough for a farm, but he is honest, eh, and has that smile that make all like him.”

Pieter looked to Gerry. “You should smile more yourself. The ladies think you are quite handsome when you do, you know. And you are a Fitzroy Perry. You could be Grand Prince even.”

“That is why they like me. Once Reginald has married and has children I shall be a lot less attractive I assure you. Father did not think I would ever be higher than fifth in line but then the smallpox took all of Cousin William Simeon’s line and that shooting accident three years ago and cousin Alan died. I just moved up the ladder I guess. I would have married Farmer Friedrich’s daughter over along the river he has some land that would have been her dowry but once I became second in line, he would not even speak to me. He thought for sure I was no longer for farming. She’s now expecting her second child and married the cobbler. He has no idea whether to plant millet or soybeans, oats or barley and Fredrich won’t give him the land. Hopes he can sell it and give the man the money to make more shoes.”

Pieter laughed, “We don’t buy the shoes he makes now. Not that I can see anyway. His window is so full of shoes you think that we all had a third foot.”

Gerry looked at Pieter who laughed harder. Gerry returned to the subject of his cousins for all liked to hear what the royals were up to and they had Gerry. No other small village had a man close to the succession and could tell them of the royals, “My cousin Athalan says that I need be suspicious if any French or German comes to town that we do not know or vouch for. The neighbors are thinking long term now. He worries that they may try and manipulate me.”

“I don’t know any German or Frenchie that has been here since you have been gone. I heard that there was an Englishman wandering about in the countryside.”

“Pieter, those in Steilenberg thing we are the countryside.” And now Gerry laughed.

“I know that. Do you think I am a simpleton. Just because I rise and start my fires at two o’clock so that you and the others can have fresh bread each day does not mean I am dumb. No, the countryside is anywhere around here that is not the town. That is where this Englishman was seen. They say he is walking about the countryside and is on a holiday. I am not the simpleton but this Englishman sure must be to think that walking about this part of Almondy is a holiday.”

“It is not all bad for one of my cousins lodges is here.”

“Yes castle Grayton. But it is neither gray nor a castle. It is a good lodge and I will say that view to the alps of Switzerland can not be bested by anything else in our countryside. But that is five miles away,” Pieter said.

Gerry laughed, “And would you not want to see it and then spend time here? For only the little village below Grayton is there with no rooms for all that live there work at the lodge of the Grand Prince.”

“I suppose that you are right.”

There was a little commotion in the rest of the square, and a crowd seemed to be at the telegraph office. The one phone in the whole county was there, though a second line was being installed in the town council hall. “Trouble. When you see everyone swarm like that, it means trouble and never any good news, else you would hear cheering. Look see,” Pieter pointed, “Old man Gerard is sending a boy to fetch the constable.”

They saw a young lad, too far across the platz to see who it was but he ran from the telegraph office to the constables. Then the three constables, there were seven for the entire county, but three would be on duty in the office then unless one or another were out seeing to any trouble in the town or the county, burst from the door of the office and now there was shouting and pointing. Arms flailing and then the attention of the men from that side of the square all seemed to focus on the side where the bakery was and where they sat.

“The commotion seems to be centered now on us here. And good friend, I can only think that there is one reason that they all point this way and now come.” Pieter said.

“Dear me. I can only think of one reason also. The Grand Prince must have finally succumbed to his many ailments.

“Hush all, Mr. Perry! Mr. Perry may we have a word? A message from Steilenberg. Terrible news, terrible news indeed.”

Gerry stood to receive all the men. “Is it my cousin? He has died?”

“Died, yes. Yes Mr. Perry. Died. No killed. The Crown Prince has been killed is the message from the Capital and we are to protect you until a company comes from the army. More later they said but we were to find you immediately.”

Gerry sat back down heavily.

“Back, all of you get back and give Gerry some room to breathe here. Constable clear these people back and delegate some to be your deputies.” Pieter said, waving his baguette like a stick to give Gerry some room and air.

“Tell me. Tell me what you know?” Gerry asked.

“That is all. Here you can read for yourself. If you want we shall send back to Steilenberg that we have you, your, uh highness. And ask them for any information you want.”

Gerry nodded, “Yes, let me read it.” That was quickly done.

P REGINALD KILLED STOP

FIND P GERALD IMMED STOP

MAKE P GERALD SAFE STOP

COMPANY FROM ARMY COMING STOP

MORE LATER END

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It has been just a few days but I am writing quickly these days. Cramming a lot out. Though I have slowed down this week over the last three. For three weeks I wrote at the pace of 50,000 words each week. Now I am slowing down to 40,000 words so I do more with my day then just write.

This is a graph of my writing for the weeks of 2011. The amount shown for Week 6 is on Wednesday, the middle of the day with four more days to write.

My February 2011 Writing log started on Monday so at the moment I am just that 15K words into the month.

My exploration into a Ruritanian Romance is now 60,000 and a little less than half way. The Prize is not as Great as You Think combines those elements along with part of a plot line I had thought about a few years ago and jotted down. My notes of story ideas and plots go back for years. At one time I would wake from a dream and jot down the idea. Last night I had a dream I thought was going somewhere as well and the watching Lights Out today I saw that some of my dream stems from that as well as the George Clooney  picture from last year, Up in the Air. The premise of my dream was that there was a deal, a business deal and the hero, me of course, was the smart guy, while the other side of the deal was clearly the costar of Up in the Air, Vera Farmiga.

She was the hot number in the plot that was a great Wall Streeter with access to a lot of venture capital. I was in the position with Raymond Enkeboll Designs that I used to hold and advising how to do a deal. Something happened that caused the hot number to scrag the deal which was fine with our hero for he had booked an adjoining room to the hottie and they they took forward a similar deal together making more than either would working for the man.

Who knows, one day I may add to the idea and make a story from it.

In the meantime we are at 218K words for the year and this is the beginning of the 2nd chapter from The Prize is not as Great as You Think:

2) All The Little Pieces

The manor house, near the outskirts of the city was very fashionable. Reginald had seen it before more than once, though he had avoided the inside. He smiled to himself for the expression like the plaque came to mind. Not that Princess Margaritte, was anything at all like that. Just that an alliance, a marriage would signify the end of his life of freedom. That he would have to start serious work here in the principality. Work that his father was more than qualified for and willing to do.

With that understood, why then should he worry about taxes, and bread, Germans and railways? Father actually wanted to make all those decisions. He complained all the time that it was too much and he needed help, but Reginald had learned early on that was not the case. That when he had offered to help when he was younger, the Grand Prince would smile and then thank him. Father would say it was noble of him to offer but that Reginald should enjoy his life before he was forced to wear the crown and make such decisions.

After offering a half a dozen times, perhaps more over the years to really work on serious matters, and always being refused, Reginald took to heart that he should indulge himself. Perhaps he had overdone it. Certainly the press loved him for overindulgence. He was advised by the owners of not only the papers from Steilenberg, but those in the provinces, that he contributed greatly to their profits. Everyone wanted to read about what he was doing, or planning to do. They liked pictures of the beautiful women he dated, and fortunately they papers only called it dating. Should they report on how many women he slept with, and sometimes more than one, his reputation might not have been so great amongst the people.

He had one affair that had been placed in the papers so long ago now that no one remembered. It had caused him grief and he had come to an understanding then with the papers. They could report on all sorts of things that he did, but what happened in his bed, and who with, were never to be reported.

“Highness,” he saluted by sharply bringing his heels together. Then he leaned over and kissed the proffered hand. Margaritte didn’t rise when he entered, for she too was a princess of the Fitzroy Perry blood. Though he did outrank her, she was establishing her rights. He had encountered such women before. And of course he had met Margaritte many times. She was one of the most beautiful ladies in Steilenberg. He agreed with his father about that. Was she the woman he would marry, that still was to be determined.

“You do me great honor by visiting and so early in the day? Why I think the sun has only been up a few short hours.”

“Yes, I saw it rise for I have not been to sleep yet. Too much to do and so I must burn that candle at both ends.”

She trilled, for that was what her laugh was. Like a little precious bird. Blond hair, a descendent of one of the infusions from the north. She was one of the many cousins, and anyone who had the least amount of Fitzroy Perry blood seemed to want to proclaim that they were a cousin. Not that his cousin Gerald did, fool. He would have to tell him that the next time he came to town he need use some scent or other to hide the smell of his cows.

Perhaps that would be a good reason to marry, then he would place children between the man and the throne. Every son would cause the need for his cousin Gerald to come to the capital less frequently. “What would you say to eight sons?” He asked Margaritte. Not only because the thought occurred to him just then, but also eight would be needed to bear the damn platform with St. Michael atop it. He was still sore from that. Sure that he had torn a muscle in his shoulder.

“Eight, I think you need to first marry, and then we shall discuss it.” She smiled but he saw that it did not reach her eyes. She was calculating what that question had meant.

“You must meet my cousin Gerald. You know he is next in line to the throne after me? It so irks Athalan. My brother has never accepted that he is not in the line of succession.”

“I do not think of Athalan much,” Margaritte said.

Reginald nodded, “You know most women are like that, but I think that is a mistake. Not that women should like him for his charms or his looks, though you would think with his parents he would look better. No, I think women should like Athalan for his ambition. And what he will do with that ambition should he find he is disliked.”

She laughed again but not the trill she had before. This was forced. “You make him sound dangerous.”

Reginald nodded, “He is probably the most dangerous man I know. I fear that in the years to come we may find out just how dangerous he is. Father refuses to see it. You should know this also should I court you to be my bride and then the Grand Princess. If we were to have any sons, Athalan would not necessarily be there friend.”

She did not laugh, “If you feel this way, then why not exile him? Surely you could arrange that.”

“He is the son of my father, and he is my brother. I know his ambitions seethes inside of him but until he acts upon it, I will do nothing. It is an unspoken truce between us. He wants recognition for all his efforts for a country he will never lead. I pretend that when I am Grand Prince I will do something to aid in his desires.”

She shook her pretty blonde head. She was twenty three he had been told and overripe for marriage. But she was holding herself out for the biggest fish that she could find, and that was him. Did that make cousin Gerald the second biggest fish? Smelling of fish and cow, the man was intolerable.

Well once Reginald was wed and producing some boys, then it would not matter. Cousin Gerald could stay in the country forever. There were other younger cousins who could carry the damn platform during the pageant. And if he had hurt his shoulder, then Reginald would force his father to take a flux and stay in bed next pageant. That was a way to get out of carrying the dame platform. If he had to act as regent for his father for even an hour, it would supersede all other duties and requirements. Athalan had told him that, but only after they got to the damn top of the hill and the Palace gates this year.

Gratitude Log

  1. El Pollo Loco-The Tostada Bowls–I have been eating these for a number of years and though I typically do not like mexican food, the bowls not only have edible food within, but the bowl themselves are edible.
  2. Campbell’s Soup–During the cold drinking these were great. Cream of Mushroom is especially my favorite and Ralphs has been selling them for $1.
  3. Apple iBooks–Still finding new, free books to download. Last night Jeeves and Wooster by PG Wodehouse.
  4. Edgar Rice Burroughs –Wrote a Ruritanian Romance called The Mad King . I am rereading again on my iPhone courtesy of iBooks .
  5. Wishlists–What an incredible and powerful thing when you are broke. Really broke and going into your retirement savings to pay for food. Just place things on the Wishlist when you see what you would like to have and one day, perhaps you can get them.

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It has been just a few days but I am writing quickly these days. Cramming a lot out. Though I have slowed down this week over the last three. For three weeks I wrote at the pace of 50,000 words each week. Now I am slowing down to 40,000 words so I do more with my day then just write.

This is a graph of my writing for the weeks of 2011. The amount shown for Week 6 is on Wednesday, the middle of the day with four more days to write.

My February 2011 Writing log started on Monday so at the moment I am just that 15K words into the month.

My exploration into a Ruritanian Romance is now 60,000 and a little less than half way. The Prize is not as Great as You Think combines those elements along with part of a plot line I had thought about a few years ago and jotted down. My notes of story ideas and plots go back for years. At one time I would wake from a dream and jot down the idea. Last night I had a dream I thought was going somewhere as well and the watching Lights Out today I saw that some of my dream stems from that as well as the George Clooney  picture from last year, Up in the Air. The premise of my dream was that there was a deal, a business deal and the hero, me of course, was the smart guy, while the other side of the deal was clearly the costar of Up in the Air, Vera Farmiga.

She was the hot number in the plot that was a great Wall Streeter with access to a lot of venture capital. I was in the position with Raymond Enkeboll Designs that I used to hold and advising how to do a deal. Something happened that caused the hot number to scrag the deal which was fine with our hero for he had booked an adjoining room to the hottie and they they took forward a similar deal together making more than either would working for the man.

Who knows, one day I may add to the idea and make a story from it.

In the meantime we are at 218K words for the year and this is the beginning of the 2nd chapter from The Prize is not as Great as You Think:

2) All The Little Pieces

The manor house, near the outskirts of the city was very fashionable. Reginald had seen it before more than once, though he had avoided the inside. He smiled to himself for the expression like the plaque came to mind. Not that Princess Margaritte, was anything at all like that. Just that an alliance, a marriage would signify the end of his life of freedom. That he would have to start serious work here in the principality. Work that his father was more than qualified for and willing to do.

With that understood, why then should he worry about taxes, and bread, Germans and railways? Father actually wanted to make all those decisions. He complained all the time that it was too much and he needed help, but Reginald had learned early on that was not the case. That when he had offered to help when he was younger, the Grand Prince would smile and then thank him. Father would say it was noble of him to offer but that Reginald should enjoy his life before he was forced to wear the crown and make such decisions.

After offering a half a dozen times, perhaps more over the years to really work on serious matters, and always being refused, Reginald took to heart that he should indulge himself. Perhaps he had overdone it. Certainly the press loved him for overindulgence. He was advised by the owners of not only the papers from Steilenberg, but those in the provinces, that he contributed greatly to their profits. Everyone wanted to read about what he was doing, or planning to do. They liked pictures of the beautiful women he dated, and fortunately they papers only called it dating. Should they report on how many women he slept with, and sometimes more than one, his reputation might not have been so great amongst the people.

He had one affair that had been placed in the papers so long ago now that no one remembered. It had caused him grief and he had come to an understanding then with the papers. They could report on all sorts of things that he did, but what happened in his bed, and who with, were never to be reported.

“Highness,” he saluted by sharply bringing his heels together. Then he leaned over and kissed the proffered hand. Margaritte didn’t rise when he entered, for she too was a princess of the Fitzroy Perry blood. Though he did outrank her, she was establishing her rights. He had encountered such women before. And of course he had met Margaritte many times. She was one of the most beautiful ladies in Steilenberg. He agreed with his father about that. Was she the woman he would marry, that still was to be determined.

“You do me great honor by visiting and so early in the day? Why I think the sun has only been up a few short hours.”

“Yes, I saw it rise for I have not been to sleep yet. Too much to do and so I must burn that candle at both ends.”

She trilled, for that was what her laugh was. Like a little precious bird. Blond hair, a descendent of one of the infusions from the north. She was one of the many cousins, and anyone who had the least amount of Fitzroy Perry blood seemed to want to proclaim that they were a cousin. Not that his cousin Gerald did, fool. He would have to tell him that the next time he came to town he need use some scent or other to hide the smell of his cows.

Perhaps that would be a good reason to marry, then he would place children between the man and the throne. Every son would cause the need for his cousin Gerald to come to the capital less frequently. “What would you say to eight sons?” He asked Margaritte. Not only because the thought occurred to him just then, but also eight would be needed to bear the damn platform with St. Michael atop it. He was still sore from that. Sure that he had torn a muscle in his shoulder.

“Eight, I think you need to first marry, and then we shall discuss it.” She smiled but he saw that it did not reach her eyes. She was calculating what that question had meant.

“You must meet my cousin Gerald. You know he is next in line to the throne after me? It so irks Athalan. My brother has never accepted that he is not in the line of succession.”

“I do not think of Athalan much,” Margaritte said.

Reginald nodded, “You know most women are like that, but I think that is a mistake. Not that women should like him for his charms or his looks, though you would think with his parents he would look better. No, I think women should like Athalan for his ambition. And what he will do with that ambition should he find he is disliked.”

She laughed again but not the trill she had before. This was forced. “You make him sound dangerous.”

Reginald nodded, “He is probably the most dangerous man I know. I fear that in the years to come we may find out just how dangerous he is. Father refuses to see it. You should know this also should I court you to be my bride and then the Grand Princess. If we were to have any sons, Athalan would not necessarily be there friend.”

She did not laugh, “If you feel this way, then why not exile him? Surely you could arrange that.”

“He is the son of my father, and he is my brother. I know his ambitions seethes inside of him but until he acts upon it, I will do nothing. It is an unspoken truce between us. He wants recognition for all his efforts for a country he will never lead. I pretend that when I am Grand Prince I will do something to aid in his desires.”

She shook her pretty blonde head. She was twenty three he had been told and overripe for marriage. But she was holding herself out for the biggest fish that she could find, and that was him. Did that make cousin Gerald the second biggest fish? Smelling of fish and cow, the man was intolerable.

Well once Reginald was wed and producing some boys, then it would not matter. Cousin Gerald could stay in the country forever. There were other younger cousins who could carry the damn platform during the pageant. And if he had hurt his shoulder, then Reginald would force his father to take a flux and stay in bed next pageant. That was a way to get out of carrying the dame platform. If he had to act as regent for his father for even an hour, it would supersede all other duties and requirements. Athalan had told him that, but only after they got to the damn top of the hill and the Palace gates this year.

Gratitude Log

  1. El Pollo Loco-The Tostada Bowls–I have been eating these for a number of years and though I typically do not like mexican food, the bowls not only have edible food within, but the bowl themselves are edible.
  2. Campbell’s Soup–During the cold drinking these were great. Cream of Mushroom is especially my favorite and Ralphs has been selling them for $1.
  3. Apple iBooks–Still finding new, free books to download. Last night Jeeves and Wooster by PG Wodehouse.
  4. Edgar Rice Burroughs –Wrote a Ruritanian Romance called The Mad King . I am rereading again on my iPhone courtesy of iBooks .
  5. Wishlists–What an incredible and powerful thing when you are broke. Really broke and going into your retirement savings to pay for food. Just place things on the Wishlist when you see what you would like to have and one day, perhaps you can get them.

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