Monday, July 21, 2014

Idea For Gumroad and other Services for Online Sales

Idea For Gumroad and other Services for Online Sales

So, in my last post here, I pointed out how I am running an experiment on Gumroad.

Here is the link again where you can buy a pdf of Danger.

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - raw and mostly unedited

Well, since I want to run some other experiments and some of them involve "digital products" that I create with other people, I go to thinking again... (I tend to do that on occasion...) Well, I have had thisidea before and may have even discussed it before but I had it again and decided to ping Gumroad with it:

I do quite a few project based collaborations. It would be very helpful if when we put the results of such a collaboration on sale here at gumroad if we could specify a payment split.

For instance:

Product A - 50% to Person 1 and 50% to Person 2.

then for:

Product B - 50% to Person 1 and 30% to Person 2 and 20% to person 3.

Is there a current way to do this? If so, how? If not, what are the chances of getting this feature implemented? I think many people would find such a feature useful.

It would make ad hoc, project based collaborations so much cleaner from the creatives' end.

I got a semi-encouraging reply:


there isn’t a way to do this, besides doing it after the fact (outside of Gumroad). It would be a cool feature that we’d love to support one day."


Hopefully, one day soon they will implement this. I know I can't be the only person who would love to be able to make ad hoc collaborations so much easier to deal with online.


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Buy the basically raw pdf at Gumroad.


let's give this a try.

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - raw and mostly unedited

Hopefully, if you click on that link right there, you will be taken to a page where you can get the complete pdf for $2.00 or whatever above that you care to pay.

I have not been at my old job since May and am looking around for the right opportunity as well as running experiments looking at building other sources of income, especially online income, and super duper extra especially by a Bahamian living in the Bahamas.

I expect to start a blog to document my experiments and the results I get soon.

I have something going on Fiverr:

drewRoberts at

I am setting up an Indiegogo project as an experiment but am held up trying to get a business paypal account sorted out. Odd that I even need to do that as I do not consider myself to actually be in business at this point. Rather I am looking around, doing research, and seeing if it makes sense to go into business again and, if so, which business or businesses.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 30

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 30

(1:48 pm Nov 30, 2006)

"Life is for the living so carpe diem." (CB Desiray Ingraham : DT Omar Ferguson)

(2:11 pm Nov 30, 2006)

Well, gentle reader, it is the thirtieth of November in the year two thousand and six. This is the last day of the two thousand and six National Novel Writers Month and also more than likely the last day that I will be writing for you in this book 'Sayings' for a good while. I do want to try and keep writing at least something everyday though even if not at this level of verbiagalogical output. I have wanted to for the previous two years as well, but Novembers can be burn out experiences. I am hurting now. Let's hope I don't crash and burn and tomorrow find me a smoking wreak.

I want to go take a nap but I will try and keep writing. Please try and keep reading as it may encouragerize me enough to finish up quickly.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty, thirty one, thirty two, thirty three, thirty four, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine, forty, forty one, forty two, forty three, forty four, forty five, forty six, forty seven, forty eight, forty nine, fifty! Ready or not, here I come!" said Nipps.

Nano laughed, this game was really getting out of hand now. He headed off to the north at high speed. So far Nipps had found him no matter where he thought to hide. This time he decided not to try and hide anywhere. This time he decided to hide in speed. If Nipps could never get close enough to see him then he couldn't find him then could he. What a plan.

(2:23 pm Nov 30, 2006)

Bing, Boom and Drake were still following that baggage train. Well, they weren't exactly following it any more, they had grown bored and decided to catch it up and ride on the back of the last baggage car. It was a good thing that 'Two pay' had a built in ice chest fully stocked with comestibles of the type normally transported in foil down in the islands. Without that, they would all be starving.

The had talked it over, but they couldn't decide if the train was just super slow, it hadn't seemed that way when crossing the hangar last night, or if the tunnel they were now in was just super long. If the train was moving at a reasonable rate of speed, where must they be now?

(2:33 pm Nov 30, 2006)

Petro and Loqui were on their way to London. On very short notice I might add.|

Petro was at work this morning when he got a call from Chloe saying she was on the ramp out at the FBO at Windsor Field, and that he should get out there as soon as he could. He was stunned and laughed. He got her number and said that he would call right back.

"Six to one and half a dozen to the rest." (CB Hope Shelly-Ann : DT Andrea Sawyer)

Petro had called Loqui right away and let her know what was going on and asked her if she could get away if he squared things with Chloe. Loqui then laughed and said yes, why not?

Petro had called Chloe back and put his plan to her. At first he sensed some reluctance and disappointment in her voice, but it had lasted for only a second or two. She had said, sure, just get out here quick and within an hour, they were airborne and heading out over the blue Atlantic bound for England.

(2:42 pm Nov 30, 2006)

Nano was laughing to himself as he continued North at high speed, so far, Nipps hadn't found him. The haze seemed to be clearing up a bit ahead.

Nano hit his air breaks! What the... The air ahead was clear, the gently rolling hills covered with grass gave way to gently rolling hills made of piles of luggage. Bahamascare baggage handlers were "busy" unloading a huge long luggage train and piling the luggage into new hills.

Nano stopped for a while and watched in amazement.

Bing, Boom and Drake were jostled as the train came to a stop. Why were they stopping here still in the tunnel? They decided to go ahead and investigate.

(2:50 pm Nov 30, 2006)

(3:04 pm Nov 30, 2006)

Da bruddahs and Drake could see light ahead. They picked up speed and made for what they could now see was the end of the tunnel. Yes, gentle reader, they really could see the light at the end of the tunnel.|

Just as they came out of the tunnel into the light...

"Ouch! Nipps! Why do you always do that? Can't you just find me? Why do you have to go and bite me every single time you find me?"

"I don't know Nano, I just have to, I think it's in my genes or something like that. I see you there and I just have to take a bite."

"Well at least next time don't go biting so hard then. That hurts!"

"I bet it did, you deserved it this time though."

"What do you mean I deserved it?"

"Jumping slick on me like that. Trying to hide in the wind. Don't think I didn't figure it out."

"You may have figured it out, but you would never have found me if I hadn't come upon this."

"What this... Oh! What in the world is this?"

"You tell me. I have no idea. Well, I mean, I see what it is, but what is it?"

(3:11 pm Nov 30, 2006)

"Nano, do I see what I see? Are those guys really making hills out of luggage? Why in the world would they be doing that?"

"No idea, Nipps, no idea."

They heard a loud yell coming from way off in the distance in the direction of a large hill covered in grass. "That sounded like Nano!" yelled Drake. "Nano! Is that you?"

There was no response. "I'm going to see if that was Nano, are you guys coming?"

"We might as well. Let's go."

"If a fish keep his mouth shut he wouldn't get caught." (CB Dion da Butcha : DT ??)

(3:17 pm Nov 30, 2006)

(8:06 pm Nov 30, 2006)

Well, not quite a temporal black hole, more like a break. I tried to take a quick nap and then went over to band practice. Then back and a dinner that I rushed too much.

Well, gentle reader, I guess I need to back track here for you a bit and fill you in on what happened earlier. Rewind the clock mentally, I will not rewind it in fact and put in altered times, just pretend we did it and I will tell you about this afternoon.

When da bruddahs and Drake came out of the tunnel, there was a large part of the baggage train already out of the tunnel and an even larger part still in the tunnel in darkness. Handlers were already taking luggage off of the exposed baggage cars and adding them to the growing hills of luggage and starting new hills on the empty flat tarmac that stretched to the horizon where the hills ended.

Drake thought he heard Nano and called to him but got no response. He headed towards a large hill in the distance where he thought Nano's voice had come from. Da bruddahs had followed on 'Two Pay' but could not keep up which surprised them. 'Two Pay' was fast.

(8:14 pm Nov 30, 2006)

When Drake got nearer the hill, he saw Nano and Nipps rowing with one another. He increased his speed even more and swooped down and tackled Nano and the two of them went tumbling down the hill like Jack and Jill. Luckily, there were no crowns broken. No bones at all as a matter of fact.

The two ended up at the bottom of the hill, laughing and shouting. Da bruddahs landed next to Nipps and the three of them looked on as the two dragons did a little dragon celebration and started a few fires that threatened to get out of hand before they got involved and calmed things down some.

"Where did you come from?"

"What do you mean, where id we come from? Where did you go? Where have you two been?" said Drake.

"We don't know where we are, or where we went to or where we have been, except we know we came from south of here. Back that way, a long way, over vast distances of these rolling grassy hills." replied Nano.

(8:24 pm Nov 30, 2006)

"Do you know where we are?" said Nipps, "Where did you come from?"

"You see that train coming out of that tunnel over there? We came out of that tunnel, at the other end is a Bahamascare under sea air base at the bottom of the tongue of the ocean. That's where we came from. Do either of you know what's going on here? Have you been watching this long?" said Bing.

"Only what you see," said Nano, "we just got here a little before you guys found us. The best that I can guess as to what's going on is that these guys are piling luggage into hills and then covering them up with grass. But if that's what's going on, that's totally crazy. There must be so much luggage back under those hills to the south. There's just no way. Plus, what's the point?"

(8:30 pm Nov 30, 2006)

"Live the life you love, Love the life you live, And most importantly, Leave people business alone." (CB Natural Empress : DT ??)

"Time out!" yelled Drake, "Let's just all go home. We can come back here later if we want to figure out what's going on. I just need to get back to the lair and get some sleep."

"You know something," said Nipps, "I second that motion. All in favour, say Aye!"


(8:40 pm Nov 30, 2006)

"The ayes have it, let's go," said Nipps.

With Nipps joining da bruddahs on 'Two Pay' and the dragons leading the way, they small band headed back to the tunnel entrance.

(9:14 pm Nov 30, 2006)

Now that, gentle reader, was unfortunately a little time warp, temporal black hole, event horizon type event right there right then. Almost a time vacuum cleaner. Or even a time whirlpool, swirling and pulling time down to the bottom of the ocean. Perhaps even down to the bottom of the tongue of the ocean.

And as we have seen, strange things happen down at the bottom of the ocean's tongue...

And now the end is near... Less than half a thousand words to the day's goal. And then... Shut down. Soon after...

Petro and Loqui are safe in London. They are on some corner where people keep taking pictures of themselves walking across a zebra crossing.

Earlier in the day (night) they had conducted a study on the packing densities of holes. This had proved entertaining for a while.

Bill Techero, remember him gentle reader? Big Bill is sitting on his front porch. Sitting on his duho. Unfolding time that has just come in on the mail boat from Andros. From the big yard. Come in in the sacks normally used to ship Andros crabs to the capitol.

(9:37 pm Nov 30, 2006)

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty, thirty one, thirty two, thirty three, thirty four, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine, forty, forty one, forty two, forty three, forty four, forty five, forty six, forty seven, forty eight, forty nine, fifty! Ready or not, man I'm done!"

"Don't spit in the wind, it'll come back in ya face." (CB Colyn grant, aka Mo : DT ??)

"That's all she wrote." (CB Colyn Grant, aka Mo : DT ??)

Yes, gentle reader, I think I just heard Gussie start to sing.

Good night.

(9:47 pm Nov 30, 2006)

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 29

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 29

(5:03 pm Nov 29, 2006)

"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush." (CB Wendell Gardiner : DT Laverne Gardiner)

Just getting started... Late... Suffering... And... Life interrupts art. Dogs need walking... Back soon...

(5:38 pm Nov 29, 2006)

Gentle reader, I am feeling really washed out as a result of yesterday, therefore, I may be totally out in left field for the rest of the day and perhaps tomorrow. We shall see.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty, thirty one, thirty two, thirty three, thirty four, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine, forty, forty one, forty two, forty three, forty four, forty five, forty six, forty seven, forty eight, forty nine, fifty! Ready or not, here I came!"

Nipps began his hunt for Nano. Now you may not know this, gentle reader, but playing hide and seek or kick the can, or any other game involving hiding or having certain other aspects when one of your opponents is a dragon can be very challenging indeed. Extremely challenging and this was the task that Nipps found himself faced with.

Nano and Nipps had not been found and had not figured out where they themselves were since those clouds had closed in about them yesterday. They found themselves in some hazy, indistinct place with gently rolling hills covered in waving grass. Gray, foggy-hazy clouds left the sun diffuse and almost cold.

(As an aside gentle reader, have I just discovered a great new NaNo padding trick? Or has this one been done before? Either way, I can see how it might be a life saver in certain situations.)

Now, the problem with playing these sorts of games with dragons is that they often will not restrict themselves to playing fair. How are you supposed to find a dragon who simply shrinks down out of site while you are counting instead of going and hiding like any normal player would?

(6:04 pm Nov 29, 2006)

Where did that block come from?

Let's leave Nipps and Nano to their little time killer and check in on Drake.

Drake is still flying search patterns. Ever widening search patterns. He tried calling BASRA and the US Coast Guard, but they refused to take him seriously when he reported a dragon and a sand fly lost over the tongue of the ocean. Then a thought hit him! Bahamascare! The tongue of the ocean! That underwater base! He was off like a flash. It took him a while to get back up to the tongue as he was down Inagua way when the idea struck.

Drake got over the tongue of the ocean just west of New Providence and then realised that those two soldiers hadn't actually spelled out exactly where this undersea airbase was. The headed in to Nassau to try and hunt Bing and Boom up.

(6:13 pm Nov 29, 2006)

"It'll be better before you get married." (CB Gina Knowles : DT Her children)

"Zotz, can you tell me whee to find Bing or Boom or do you know exactly where that Bahamascare base they told you about is?"

"Hey Drake. I don't know where the base is. I am not sure where those two are, but I think they may be over on PI getting a bite to eat over by the marina."

Thanks Zotz, do you know which restaurant? Which marina even?"

"The new marina I think, I don't know which restaurant, but those two like deli food and burgers so try those places first. Careful in those places though. This country doesn't need you scaring off the tourists. I really don't think they would like to see or smell a dragon on their vacation."

"Sure thing Zotz, I'll be careful. Thanks for the hints. Listen, I can't tell you how much I am worried for Nano, are you sure you can't do more for me to help me find him?"

"Drake, are you tired right now?"

"Zotz, I'm so tired it's not even funny."

"Right, me too. They'll be alright. I have a feeling that things will work out just fine. You may be surprised, but just keep looking."

"OK, I'm off to hunt up those soldiers."

(6:26 pm Nov 29, 2006)

(7:38 pm Nov 29, 2006)


Drake finally tracked Bing and Boom down at a little known local pub that operated out of the the old light house on the western tip of PI. I will not bother you with the details as to how he managed this feat.

"Bing, Boom, can one of you tell me how to find that Bahamascare base you two discovered the other day?"

"What tonight?" said Bing. "Why do you need to go there tonight?"

"Because NaNo and Nipps are still missing and I think that that place may be somehow related to their disappearance, that's why. Can you tell me where to find it?"

"Gee, Drake, I don't know if I could find it again at night. What do you say Boom."

"Drake, it is not gonna be easy, but I think you might have a chance if we went with you. I don't think there is any chance at all if we just try to tell you."

"Would you go with me? I have to try."

"I don't know Drake, we are both really wiped out after that rescue last night, are you sure it can't wait until the morning. The base will be easier to find in the day anyhow."

"What rescue? I need to try tonight. Please."

"It seems that Loqui and her cousin were caught in some strange storm yesterday on the way back from Pimlico and their engines and all of their electrical and electronics systems shut down on them. We came across them last night and had to tow them in. We need to sleep."

(7:57 pm Nov 29, 2006)

"It's like deja vu all over again." (CB Monty Roberts : DT ??)

"Guys come on, Nano may need my help. I gotta try find him. You're not the only tired ones either, I have been flying around trying to find him since yesterday. I am dead on my feet here too. Let's go. Now. Please!"

"Bing, let's go with him. We can crash tomorrow or the next day. I think we may be able to find it. Hey! I just had an idea Bing. You remember that captain Edgecombe who used to fly for Bahamascare but who was sort of forced to retire after that incident a long time back. I used to know his son quite well. I wonder if he knows where that base is and if so, if he would tell us."

"Boom, brilliant! Is he still alive though? Is he still around here?"

"Both, he lives out in the back of Cow Pen Road down a dirt road that end near Bonefish Pond."

"Let's go then!"

The soldiers hopped on 'Two Pay' and Drake leaped into the air and spread his tired wings.

(8:11 pm Nov 29, 2006)

Drake had a hard time keeping up with da bruddahs on 'Two Pay' but he managed. before long, they were swooping down on a little cottage at the edge of a swamp. There was a man sitting on a porch smoking a pipe and reading a book with the light from a lantern.

He looked up startled as they came into his field of vision.

"Hey captain. Remember me? Your son used to play with me years ago."

"Ya know, you do look familiar. Were you that soldier that used to win all the races?"

"Not all the races, but yeah, that was me." said Boom.

"Captain, listen, we have a problem that we wonder if you may be able to help us with."

"Always happy to help with problems if I can boys, what can I do you for?"

"It's like this. Drake here has a friend Nano who went missing yesterday in a strange storm over the tongue of the ocean. He heard that we had found a Bahamascare base down there at the tongue of the ocean the other day. Drake thinks that the the base may somehow be tied in to his buddy's disappearance."

(8:28 pm Nov 29, 2006)

(8:42 pm Nov 29, 2006)

My how time flies.

The good captain was unwilling to give away much, but he gave enough of a hint that sent them on their way. A large hint. he told them to go and line up the western point of the triangle made by the Windsor Field runways with the western tip of Lyford Cay. Then go out four point two miles from that same tip of Lyford Can and head down. He told them that that might help in their search but that he could not give an guarantees.

As soon as they had this hint, they were off like one of those proverbial bats that like to hang around the caves out in the western end of the island.

"True, true!" (CB Noelle Roberts : DT ??)

Well, the base was not on the bottom where they went down and they wondered at first if they had miscalculated or misunderstood.

It wasn't long though before they gave a silent prayer of thanks for the good captain. They were within sight of a flight path oh the planes landing.

(8:54 pm Nov 29, 2006)

When they entered the hangars to begin their search for Nano and Nipps, they were completely taken aback. The soldiers had been astounded from the outside, but from within, things were even more unbelievable.

The number of planes lined up inside were an order of magnitude greater than the number they had seen outside on the first day. What in the world could Bahamascare need with all these planes? The scale of the operations was astounding.

After looking around in a fairly aimless fashion for a short while, they saw some lights coming towards them from way down a long corridor.

The lights got closer and closer and they ducked behind some filing cabinets that were standing inexplicably in the middle of the floor near where they were.

Soon they could see that the lights were on the front of an enormous, wheeled baggage train. It was pulling hundreds of huge baggage cars with each car loaded to the brim.

(9:01 pm Nov 29, 2006)

It came out of the one corridor and across the vast hangar space only to enter another corridor on the other side of the hanger. They decided that they might as well follow it.

(9:11 pm Nov 29, 2006)

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty, thirty one, thirty two, thirty three, thirty four, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine, forty, forty one, forty two, forty three, forty four, forty five, forty six, forty seven, forty eight, forty nine, fifty! Ready or not, here I came!" said Nano.

Nano grinned as he began his hunt for Nipps. That little sucker did not give up. No wonder sand flies tormented humans and other animals so much. They just did not give up. It had taken Nipps hours to find Nano, but find him he did. Even when Nano had resorted to moving his hiding locations to ones where Nipps had already searched, shrinking down to almost nanometre sizes, becoming translucent, whatever. It did not seem to matter. Nipps just kept right on looking until he found Nano. And then, after all of that, he refused to tell how he had done it. It was frustrating in the extreme. Well, Nano planed to make up for it by finding Nipps in record time.

(9:20 pm Nov 29, 2006)

And here I must leave you tonight gentle reader. I have a project that I mentioned earlier that I have to work on for my friends in the band. It needs to be done before practice tomorrow.

Good night, gentle reader.

(9:21 pm Nov 29, 2006)

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 28

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 28

(5:38 am Nov 28, 2006)

"Whe you is?" (CB Janet Turnquest : DT ??)

Good morning, gentle reader, are you awake yet?

I wish I wasn't. I woke up this morning before the three changed to a four on my clock. Try as I might, I have been unable to go to sleep again.

And so I write.

The dogs have been let out, the kettle has boiled, the tea is steeping, the dogs have been let back in on account of barking and kindness to the neighbours.

And so I write.

(5:54 am Nov 28, 2006)


Tea is ready and first sips have been sipped.

(6:19 am Nov 28, 2006)


(3:52 pm Nov 28, 2006)

So here I am again at the bookstore, gentle reader, mid week this time, we shall see if anyone else shows up. I really should be doing a better job as a municipal liaison.

Maybe next year if I get to do NaNo again. I would like to if it works out, we shall see. Will you join me and write your novel too?

Petro was feeling antsy. He wanted to leave work early today so that he could get home and get ready and get to Loqui's place by six or six thirty at the latest.

The problem was that several things were going wrong that needed his attention. For some reason, the DNS server was acting up again. Then, there was an issue with the PBX and voice mail combined with call forwarding.

He also had taken on a little support contract for a cousin over in Key West recently and the cousin wanted help with some web site and XML issues. Rains. Pours. Pours.

Should he call Loqui now and tell her he might be late? Should he change his plans with her? Should he put off everything except the Key West work until tomorrow? Could he put it all off until tomorrow?

He decided to call Loqui now to give her a heads up and also to put off all he could. he didn't see his cousin in IRC so he sent him an email message and an instant message. He would give him until four thirty to get back to him.

(4:11 pm Nov 28, 2006)

That was cutting things close. Loqui wasn't answering her phone. Plans. best laid. Oh well. What could a body do?

Danger was up in Green Turtle Cay today. She had arrived on the ferry in the middle of the day and was an instant hit.

The school children were enchanted by her stories. Many were especially interested in her stories of Scotland as Danger had traveled that country extensively before her, what shall we call it, island adventure. It turns out that Danger had learned a little more of the history of these islands during her brief time in the islands so far. She was a consummate story teller and held the children spell bound as she entertained and educated them as well.

Tonight, Danger was due to provide an evening of story and song and traditional dancing at a local establishment on one of the island's hills. Since you can't get there for the event in time, gentle reader, as this is once again an asynchronous writing time for me, I will not specify which establishment or even which hill. Asynchronous writing time. Long hand. Typing to come later. (Which is now... 9:32 pm same day.)

"Zotz, have you seen Nano?"

"Drake, how are you doing? You look worried! No, I haven't seen Nano. He is normally with you. What happened?"

"Zotz, we were flying in from Andros. When we took off, the sky was clear and visibility was great. Then, not long after we were airborne, well, not long after we got out over the tongue of the ocean, the sky started turning a strange green colour and reddish purple clouds closed in on us."

"Drake, this ain't going to be some long, rambling story where you end by pulling my leg is it?"

"No Zotz, this is not a tall tale, this is serious. I'm worried about Nano!"

"Drake, Nano is an old dragon. I am sure he can take care of himself. He'll be OK. Don't worry."

(4:36 pm Nov 28, 2006)

"Two wrongs don't make a right." (CB Timothy Nottage : DT ??)

"I hope so Zotz. It took me six hours to fly from Andros to Nassau. I can normally make that flight in eight to ten minutes. Cruising. Something is not right. Do you have any of your special ways that you can use to check up on him for me?"

"Drake, I'm sure he'll be fine. Look, give it a day or two and if he doesn't show, I will pull out all the stops for you." I just need to keep going here for a bit."

(4:43 pm Nov 28, 2006)

"Whatever you say Zotz, but don't let anything happen to Nano or you and I are gonna fall out. And I will hound your characters for the rest of my natural born days. Plus for the rest of my unnatural born days as well."

"Drake, why are so many of you making threats towards me this year?"

"I don't know Zotz, maybe you just aren't treating us like you should this year. Some times I get the feeling that we are just after thoughts for you this year. Like we don't really matter. It's not a nice feeling at all."

"Well, you're probably half right Drake. You guys are somewhat after thoughts sometimes these days. But it's not that I Don't care about you. Not at all. It's just that I'm preoccupied and even more than that, I am rushed all the time this month. I feel like I shouldn't be, but I am."

"Yeah well, I don't know how much I am going to be able to help your right up in now myself. I feel like I am going to be too preoccupied until Nano is back safe."

"Well Drake, that's understandable. Listen, go look for him if that's what you feel you need to do. I think I can at least get through the day so long as Doc and Nipps come through with at least a little bit of help."

"Zotz, you're not gonna like this. Doc and Nipps were hitching a ride with Nano. I haven't see them since we got up in those clouds earlier."

"Drake, you should have told me. Man! What am I doing to do? Three characters missing in mysterious circumstances. Listen. I am sure they will be fine. I just don't know how I am going to manage for the next few days until they show. Let's hope it doesn't take a few days. If we're lucky, they may show up in an hour or two. Look, Drake, can you do me a favour and see if you can find Bing and Boom for me before you start your search for the missing?"

"Zotz, I would like to do that for you, but the sun will be setting soon and I really want to do a little searching while I still have some daylight left. Would it be OK if I didn't?"

"Sure Drake, you go ahead. If I can round them up, I will see if they will join you in the search as well. I need you guys to help me finish up this book this month. Good luck. Where should I send da bruddahs to search?"

"I am going to try and re-trace my route and then fly a grid coming back. Why don't you send them in a big wide circle leaving in a south west direction?"

"Will do Drake, take care and good luck!"

(5:13 pm Nov 28, 2006)

"If you have one good friend in your lifetime, you are blessed." (CB Camille Roberts : DT Jack Graham)

(5:19 pm Nov 28, 2006)

Ah gentle reader, what can I do? Three characters missing. And this part of the world is not one of the better parts of the world to go missing while flying or at sea. I have a feeling that Drake might be able to pull a rabbit out of a hat though. The two soldiers might have some success on their new carpet as well.

Petro is still stuck at work. He got caught up in that Key West job and couldn't get away. To make matters worse, he still couldn't get Loqui on the phone. It seemed like chances were good that this night would be bad. That it would not work out anything like he had planned. Mice and men again. Mice and men.

Loqui and Big Byte were getting more than worried. They were adrift in a go fast boat that Bit Byte had borrowed from a friend for a day trip up to Pimlico. On the way back, they had run into a strange storm which had shut down their engines and messed up their radio and other electrical and electronic systems.

They had drifted for several hours in water that looked deep enough that they did not want to throw out the anchour. Finally, they had passed over a reef that rose out of the depths. Big Byte threw out a grapple and let out enough rope to give a decent ratio. Then they waited, scanning the horizon for passing vessels. So far, they hadn't seen any. Darkness was deepening.

(5:43 pm Nov 28, 2006)

(5:50 pm Nov 28, 2006)

Mini block and time warp there, gentle reader.

Bing and Boom are cruising at eight thousand feet. they are making about two hundred and twenty knots and scanning the waters below and the sky around them with powerful search lights that they have loaded aboard their cool new rug. They have nicknamed it the 'Two Pay'.

They have been flying around the islands for the last couple of days looking for evidence of sunken wrecks. They had remembered some old maps that they had come across in the cellars when they were playing hide and seek as children. When they had found them years ago, they had played with them for days, playing pirates some days and on other days, dreaming themselves to be great adventurers on the trail of pirate gold. One day, one of the adults had almost discovered them with their find though.

They had hidden the maps away again in what they were sure was an even better hiding place, but they must have gotten involved in other childhood pursuits as they had forgotten the maps until a few days ago when Boom had remarked that you could see a sunken pirate ship from the vantage point of the carpet. When Boom said that, something fired in Bing's memory...

They had been flying search patterns ever since. Mostly just on a lark and to enjoy the flying. They knew that they didn't have much chance of finding anything until their new equipment arrived.

(6:04 pm Nov 28, 2006)

"Come clean even if you come rough dried." (CB Steven Nottage : DT ??)

(7:25 pm Nov 28, 2006)

Well, gentle reader, I am back in my cave at my computer. I am not in IRC mode though because I am once again typing this into AbiWord. Once again, I don't want to put off writing new words while I type previously written words from my paper to my computer. I never thought that choosing the IRC experiment this year would complicate the process so much. I expected some difficulties with lack of full screen editing abilities, but not all of these other complications. Oh well, live and learn.

(8:00 pm Nov 28, 2006)

Time is getting slippery again. Creative Commons mailing list emails instead of fiction, oh my!

Mmmmm. Guava duff.

"Hey Boom, do you see any thing over there on the horizon? I think I saw a flash."

"Where Bing?"

"Look, at ten o 'clock, see? There."

"Where... Yes. I think I see a glow."

"Let's go see what that is."

They change their direction and headed towards the light.

"Boom, I think that is a flare."

"Take us down and closer man, there must be a boat in trouble down there."

Loqui and Big Byte had seen the lights in the sky and fired off a flare. They cheered when the plane changes direction.

Neither of them know what to think when a carpet swooped down out of the sky and circled around thirty feet over their heads.

They were even more dumbfounded when the carpet dropped lower and they saw two soldier crabs hanging on to the fringes at the front. Hanging on for dear life amidst all the lights and gear piled on the top side of the carpet to overflowing. There was even gear hung from the underside of the carpet.

The carpet came to rest in midair tend feet off the surface of the sea and ten feet from the boat on the port side. An LED sign of the sort used to advertise in store windows lit up and words began to scroll by...

"Do you want us to throw you a line and try and tow you in, or do you want us to notify BASRA and let them send a boat?"

Big Byte and Loqui took a while to get over their astonishment and then talked it over for a while. They were hard pressed to reach a decision. It felt somehow wrong to get towed by a flying carpet, besides that, would it even be able to tow them. On the other hand, they had been out here way too long already and the seas were far from calm. Rolling at anchour was not the best thing when it came to sea sickness. In the end, they decide to chance a tow and Big Byte yelled their decision across to the soldiers.

"OK, throw us a line and get ready to pull up your anchour aw we pull you up to it."

"Can you believe this Loqui, rescued by two soldiers on a flying carpet, lit up like some UFO and talking to use with an advertising sign. We are gonna have some serious stories to tell that no one will believe after this."

(9:03 pm Nov 28, 2006)

And good night.

(11:00 pm Nov 28, 2006)

No, really. Good night!

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 27

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 27

(3:15 pm Nov 27, 2006)

"Hard head, soft behind." (CB Jamal Rodgers : DT ??)

Yeah, but at least ya een ga make good soup.

(4:04 pm Nov 27, 2006)

As you can see, my fingers are flying, my brain is hitting on all twelve cylinders, my words are flowing, ideas weaving themselves into a tapestry of great beauty and grandeur.

Well I fried it and baked it.

I done stirred it and shaked it.

And I have authenti-faked it for sure.

(4:24 pm Nov 27, 2006)

So I am supposed to be writing, but instead I am watching #rivendell at learning a lot about scheduling and logs and the like.

At least I think I am learning.

Oops, life interrupts art again, troubles at the station, gotta ssh in and troubleshoot. Be back in a bit. Hopefully.

(4:43 pm Nov 27, 2006)

Done. I think the DNS server was a bit wonky there. Stopping and starting bind seems to have made things better. Let's hope it lasts.

Art imitates life and life interrupts art. I hope this guy Art knows what he is doing.

Temptation. Frustration. Temptation. Libation. Ovation.

These words come tripping over one another. But there is not fantastic light to be seen here anywhere just now. Perhaps later in the night. Perhaps a lamplighter will join us.

Words that come. Agree. Disagree. Words that go. Around and around. Words that hide. When you want them. When you need them. Desperately. Desperately. Desperately indeed. You need them soft and smooth. But they're not there. Nowhere to be found. Gone and long gone. Will they ever return. Perhaps, next year, a proper plot and outline will entice them to gather and stay.

Dare I hope for a theme? Or is that the essence of hubris and over reaching.

Is it indeed better to shoot for the moon and perhaps at least fall among the stars?

(4:59 pm Nov 27, 2006)

(5:39 pm Nov 27, 2006)

(6:36 pm Nov 27, 2006)

A theme, per chance a dream. Ah, to know roughly where the story was going before beginning, to know what scene to write next. To know my character's backgrounds and motivations. To even know what my characters look like! What luxury. next year, gentle reader, next year. I make no promises mind you. I do hope to try though.

Life is really doing its best to completely derail the art train tonight. Rivendell keeps beeping at me. Mailing lists are very active with interesting posts, all calling to me for immediate attention. Phone calls, family, oh my!

"Bing! Boom! Where are you guys? I need help! Can you hear me?"

"Zotz, what are you doing calling on us for help? You were like nowhere to be found when we called for you urgently yesterday and now you are calling for us?"

"Yes guys, yes I am calling on you. I need major help here. Go out and see if you can buy me any words at the market tonight. There may be some left on the shelves over in Florida after the big sales recently."

"Florida? You think they're gonna let us in the US? We can't get visas Zotz. And you don't wanna see our police certificates. I'm not sure you could lift either of them to tell you the truth. Hehe."

(6:55 pm Nov 27, 2006)

"Two heads are better than one." (CB Tamika Brice : DT ??)

Ouch gentle reader, I just remembered that I don't have the remaining two sayings that I need for the night. Trouble.

"Listen guys, could you see if you can round me up some sayings from around the country and I will see if I can scare up Nano and Drake for the Florida excursion. They have been scarce lately."

"Alright Zotz, but only because we go way back. Oh and you can find Nano and Drake over in Andros if you didn't know."

"Thanks guys. Good luck to us all."

"Sure, later on mabeezo. We're out."

(7:10 pm Nov 27, 2006)

"Zotz. Are you there?"

"This is Zotz, who is trying to get me? Nano or Drake? I was just thinking of you two, I need help."

"No Zotz, this is Fryer Tucks. There are some crazy things going on out here that I think you need to know about. Can I patch you into a video feed?"

"Yeah, I think we can manage that. What do you need me to do?"

"Well, first, what's your IP address?"

It would be easier if you can just contact me at Zotz.dynamicbind.nut please."

"Yeah Zotz, I can get you there but what are you doing in the .nut domain?"

"Well, I thought about the .bs domain but I thought I would prefer to go with .nut!"

"Yeah, I could see that. OK, I am pinging you now. Listen, could you open up port 12354 on your firewall if it isn't open already?"

"I can open the port, but I don't run services on the firewall so what good is that gonna do?"

"Oops, sorry, I need you to go to and download that program from there."

"Tucks, that is my program, what good is that gonna do you? I have that here on this box already."

"Zotz, I know it is your program, what you are unaware of is that I have made certain key changes to it which you may not have yet. just get it and we can proceed."

(7:29 pm Nov 27, 2006)

"OK, just a sec... Right, I have it, now what?"

"Run it please."

"OK, it's running. What next?"

"Right, listen carefully, click on edit mode, and the button should change from red to green, then click on the button on the bottom right, Cut:C9:R9, click Set Button Label, change Cut:C9:R9 to foodoo and click set, then close those two small windows, then click back to play mode, then click on the foodoo button."

"Man, that's a load, OK, I think I have it, now what?"

(7:51 pm Nov 27, 2006)

"Go in da bush an bruk um, shuck em and gee um." (CB David Darville : DT ??)

(8:09 pm Nov 27, 2006)

"Zotz, are you there, hello?"

"Sorry Tucks, had to run out in the car for a while there. I'm back now though. So, ah, what do I have to do now?"

"Well, if you still have the soundwall program running, there is now a server running on that port I told you earlier so just forward that port from your firewall to the box you are running the soundwall program on."

"OK, what was that, port 12345 right?"

"Close, port 12354 is closer though."

"OK, just a sec, let me log into my firewall and change the configs."

"Shout when you are done."


"Zotz! What's wrong? Oh, funny. Here comes the video feed then. Let me know when you start getting it."

"OK, a window just popped up, yes, I've got video."

"Right, if you click on the help button on the main soundwall window now, it will save the video feed to a file for you."

"Cool, but how in the world did you get access to my account to make these changes?"

"I've got a few tricks up my sleeve Zotz, let's just leave it a that."

(8:17 pm Nov 27, 2006)

"Listen Zotz, while you're watching, would you like me to shoot you some notes and stored video as well?"

"Yeah, Tucks, you might as well. You want to email them or what?"

"No, I will just send them down the same link that the video is coming in on now. I have that ability with the client I have running at this end."

"Fire away then. So what is this I am seeing now, Is this the room where the meetings have been taking place?"

"What, the microwave oven room? No. That room is much bigger. This room here couldn't hold all the people at those meetings. I have been snooping around and I have found this room here where a sub-set of the players meet secretly-secretly to make even more secret secret plans. I don't thing they want the larger group to know what they are planning."

(8:30 pm Nov 27, 2006)

(9:00 pm Nov 27, 2006)

"Tucks, this is amazing stuff, i am gonna have to take some time to try and digest and process this stuff. This is explosive. The thing is, I don't think anyone will believe this if I just put it out bald like this."

"It sure is, listen, if the feed happens to drop or bog down, don't worry. I am riding on these guys sat link and my program monitors their bandwidth usage moment to moment and shapes its traffic accordingly. Since I have been here they have never stopped using prodigious amounts of bandwidth so it is easy for me to hide my stuff in there without throttling."

"Well, how in the world are they using that much bandwidth out on the high seas?"

"Zotz, these boys have their own bird up there from what I can tell. They are doing so much from this ship it boggles the mind."

(9:11 pm Nov 27, 2006)

"Gone for dat!" (CB Patrick Turnquest : DT ??)

Wow, gentle reader, the action in #rivendell is still hot. I think I have learned a good amount today from that channel despite how much it has hindered my art and my time with you."

(9:31 pm Nov 27, 2006)

Time is getting slippery again, gentle reader, and, as everyone knows, what gets slippery soon get out of hand. And when time gets out of hand... Watch out! For some people. Just kidding, I know that is out of context.

So, Petro and Loqui are really beginning to hit it off. All of that concern earlier in the month over whether they would ever get together and things just seemed to have worked themselves out in that department. Obviously we can't say for sure yet if she will indeed is the future Mrs. Stone as Petro thinks, but things are looking so much better now than before that I could actually see it happening. Wish them luck, gentle reader. Oh, an I know Loqui look good an erryting, but don't go try an roach Mr. Stone OK? leave him be for a few months at least to see what he can accomplish.

"Zotz, are you there?"

"Tucks? You don't sound right! Is that you?"

"Who's Tucks?"

"Never mind, who you is?"

"Zotz, dis me now, Doc."

"Doc, where you is? Is Nipps with you?"

"Zotz, me an Nipps is down here in Andros with Nano and Drake. What you been up to?"

"Yinna down in da big yard wit' da dragons? What yinna doin'?"

"Zotz man, we just down here recuperatin' like. We catching some a dat R an R along with some a dat B an B. Plus soakin' in some a dat di hydrogen monoxide. Ya know, dat H2O!"

"Yes, but where is yinna exactly?"

"Well, I can't exactly say exactly, I een gat ma GPS. One ting I know, we is way back in da bush. I never been dis far back in da bush before Zotz, tings is even a little spooky back up in here. But dis blue hole soakin' is proper though. Ya can't get enough a dat. I tell you dat!"

(9:49 pm Nov 27, 2006)

"So listen Doc, can you let Nano or Drake shout at me for a sec?"

"Sorry, Zotz, no, not now. Those two are out at some local crab races they they hold in secret down here in da back a da bush. I think they have laid out a scale replica of the old Hobby Horse Hall in Nassau down here an dey race crabs as da horses wit' wasp fa jockey. I tell ya Zotz, I haven't seen this many dream book fa long time."

"Well listen Doc, I really need those two dragons, after tonight, I have three more days of writing to finish up this contest, but I mays well tell ya, tings is tough. I need big time help. Tell dem two shout at me as soon as dey reach back."

"Sure thing Zotz, listen, I'm off to the races now my own self, have a good night."

"Doc, if I could get some decent sleep, it will be a good night. You got any diagnosis for me Doc?"

"Now Zotz, you know I is not ya family doctor. Later fa you."

"Good night Doc."

(10:04 pm Nov 27, 2006)

Good night, gentle reader.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 26

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 26

(3:40 pm Monday Nov 26, 2007)

*** A Lonely Room

Well, gentle reader, trying to get started here. There may be band practice tonight so this may prove a tough day. Time will tell.

(3:50 pm Monday Nov 26, 2007)

Little things that burn your time. Sure, just a bit of housekeeping in connection with yesterday's words, but there goes a bunch of time.

Precious time.

Irredeemable time.

Unless I can manage to come up with a time factory... Perhaps in time for next year.

Oops... I am in trouble now gentle reader... Deep trouble...

I have just caught myself going back into prior day's writings and making little corrections. A real gigantic no-no during NaNo time. That person they call the inner editor must be kept away at all costs.

Now he can some in and vacuum up all your time much worse than any temporal black hole. Watch out for that fellow. Oh, he comes around acting all nice.

"Here, let me help out with that."

"That little correction will not take long and you should do it now where you have it in your mind. You may miss it when you get around to 'official' editing time"

"Can you believe you made that silly typo?"

"Oops, just a little transposition there, let me get that for you."

Helpful points all, I am sure, but don't let him start. And if you find he has started somehow despite your best intentions, run him off right away. Right straight away. Use whatever means necessary.

Mock him if you must.

Tell on him. Yeah, that's right, rat him out to the Fearless Reader.

Tell him there is a leaky pipe in the back yard and ask him to go take a look for you and report back... Then lock the door on him when he goes out to see.

(4:05 pm Monday Nov 26, 2007)

Put your head down and write and write and write while saying 'la la la la la la la...' in your head so you cannot hear his siren call.

(4:34 pm Monday Nov 26, 2007)

Whoosh! A bunch of time just went down the drain there. Do you see how it is the same fight each day gentle reader? The same fight, the same struggle. The same issues.

Where to now?

*** Shack Near Beach

Jack, Mandy, Sarai, and Ronnie are sitting on the front porch watching the waves roll in.

"OK, so you ladies can have the shack, Ronnie and I will string some hammocks and a tarp out back. Not the greatest shelter, but better than a bivouac in any case."

"No, Jack, we can get a room at some hotel and you can have your own room and you own bed."

"You see how bad it gets Ronnie? I can't even talk a woman into sleeping in my bed even when I am not going to be in it. Do I have fleas or something these days?"

There is tired, groaning laughter all around.

"Look, Mandy, I know you can get rooms, but it would be more convenient if we could cut out the travel time and spend the time we save talking and doing what planning we can. It's alright, really. Sometimes in the summer, we sleep out in the hammocks and leave the rooms empty.

(4:46 pm Monday Nov 26, 2007)

"Well, we can discuss that later then, right now, let's get down to business. And Ronnie, thanks again for sending out the smack boats to look for us."

"I am just happy that you all didn't drown and that they spotted your fire."

(5:24 pm Monday Nov 26, 2007)

*** A Lonely Room

Well, there is band practice tonight at six thirty and I need to figure out and eat some dinner before going over there as well. Can I pull off a mini sprint about some of these story lines before then?

We shall see.

*** Shack Near Beach

"OK, so where are we now?" says Jack.

"Well, my people are sending down a team and some new equipment and we are going to take another run at those jokers. If they think they can go around sinking ships, they have another things coming."

"Ah, Mandy..."

"Yes Ronnie?"

"I am not so sure that Sarai's yacht was blown up by the people you think did the deed."


"The reports that came in said they the other vessel went down in the same way."


"Seems so, so unless you think they scuttled their own vessel as well as yours, there may be more to this whole mess that you think."

"Wait, their vessel went down? The one we were on?"

"If you were on it, yes, that one. The one near the Yacht when the yacht went down."

"How can that be? Who? Wait, what about survivors from that one? Was anyone picked up?"

"No reports of anyone being picked up from her. Dead or alive."

"What's up with that?" asks Mandy.

"No one seems to have any real ideas," says Ronnie.

"Well, I think I want to dive on that wreck and see if we missed something in our brief visit."

"I'm all for that." Jack butts in.

"You know, I am thinking that perhaps it was a mistake to involve you two in that part of the operation. Sarai, wait, before you object, you know you and Jack are civilians. it is not right for me to ask you to risk your lives in such an operation when I have a team coming in to work with me now."

"You are not going to get rid of us that easy," says Jack, "we are deep in this now and I, for one, want to see it through."

"I don't think I can let you."

"I don't think you can stop us!" spouts Jack, "I would like to see you try."

(5:41 pm Monday Nov 26, 2007)

"Sarai, can you speak some sense to this man? You know things are getting too dangerous. What if we are not so fortunate next time."

"I am not so sure Mandy, the two of us are in deep now. And we may be civilians, but we go back a long way and I can tell you that we have been in some tight spots before and Jack has always handled himself well. And I am not all that shabby myself if I may say so."

"Great! Two hard heads on my hands. What am I going to do with you two? I suppose you two might try to go out wild on your own if I didn't take you along."

"You got that right!" says Jack.

"I could always pull some strings and get you two locked up temporarily for your own good."

"Don't even try that!" says Jack standing up in a huff.

(5:49 pm Monday Nov 26, 2007)

(7:38 pm Monday Nov 26, 2007)

*** Band Practice Room

Well, the first song just started. Let's hope this goes well tonight.

*** 38' Cheoy Lee Ketch - Up Around Nun Jack, Abaco

Well, Fred just barely made it to shore with the bull shark snapping at his heels. But make it he did.

Golden Child didn't know who was more afraid there. Fred for himself and his feet, or her for her man.

"What in the world were you doing out there Fred?'

"I saw this box floating way out there and I swam out to see what it was."

"Why in the world would you go swimming out there with this shark hanging about?"

"He hasn't been around in a while and I kind of forgot about him. Then too, this thing looked interesting floating out there. And I probably wasn't thinking right because I was still pretty upset with you."

"Well, don't do that again my love! I don't think I could handle losing you at this stage of the game."

(7:53 pm Monday Nov 26, 2007)

They lay down on the beach to catch their breaths and soon burst out laughing.

"I think I am going to kill that beast soon. Do we have something back on the boat to catch him with?"

"I think we should have something. Why do you want to kill him?"

"He is getting on my nerves. Plus, this isn't natural. I have never seen an animal act the way he is acting. It is almost like he has something personal against us."

"Maybe he has been watching too much 'Jaws' lately," laughs Fred. "I normally don't like killing animals for no real reason, but I think he has given us enough reason, so, if you want to, I am with you in it."

"So, what's in the box? Let's open it up lover. No sense in you risking your life and your beautiful limbs and us not even bothering to see that it is that you got."

Well, they got up and tried to open the box but the effort proved to be a non starter. So they decided to take it back to the ketch and open it there.

The bull followed them back around the point and was waiting at the beach near the dinghy when they got there. Patrolling back and forth along the beach.

"You know Goldy, you are right, we need to be done with this brute. He has to die before he puts a hurting one one of us or on someone else. I wonder what has gotten into him?"

(8:29 pm Monday Nov 26, 2007)

*** Band Practice Room

Well, gentle reader, this is really slow going right now. I am almost tempted to give up on the writing for the duration and try to knock it out when I get home later.

That way, I could just kick back and relax and enjoy the music for the rest of the practice.

Sounds good. But do I want to be up till midnight when I get home. And I am getting sick as it is and probably shouldn't even be here tonight.

*** A Lonely Room

(9:34 pm Monday Nov 26, 2007)

Seems I gave in to that temptation.

Well, gentle reader, back from band practice but still having a hard slog of it. Having to do some phone tech support for work right now too.

Once again...

Life Interrupts Art.

*** Shack Near Beach

The planning is over and the night has settled down to one of fun and relaxation. Sam and his wife dropped some steamed steak and white rice off earlier along with some Johnny cake. That went down well.

After dinner, they sat around telling jokes and stories and relating their recent adventures again for Ronnie's benefit. Then Jack went in and put on some music and they began to wind down in earnest.

He put on some classical and followed that up with some easy old island songs. They kept up the conversation over the music until 'Why Fight The Feelin' came on.

(9:47 pm Monday Nov 26, 2007)

(10:17 pm Monday Nov 26, 2007)

when you're home and lonely
on a friday night
baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright

when the days grow longer
and the night's too bright
baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright

baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright
baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright

when your best emotion's
either fight or flight
baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright

when your heart comes crashin
to the ground at night
baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright

baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright
baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright

They all had a great time singing along with that one and after it was done, 'Mary, Quite Contrary' came on.

There goes Mary, quite contrary
asked her how did... her garden grow
she said silver bells
she said cockle shells
said somethin bout pretty maids
in a row... o

There goes Mary, quite contrary
asked her how did... her garden grow
she said silver bells
she said cockle shells
said somethin bout pretty maids
in a row... o

When it came on, Ronnie jumped and went inside and they could hear him rummaging around looking for something. He must have found it since he let out a yell in celebration and then the song went off and he came running back out on the porch with some sheets of paper in his hands.

"Here, everyone, take a copy, I wrote some new words for that tune. Sing it with me."

"You gotta put the music back on for us to sing it."

"That wont work, those words will get mixed up with these. Come on... Let's just try singing it alright?"

"We need the music, Ronnie," explains Jack a little exasperated.

"Does anyone have a guitar?" asks Mandy, "I think I could play along. Would that work?"

"Jack, do you still have that old beat up thing in the closet?" asks Ronnie.

"Yeah, but its out in the shed now, you should be able to find it."

So Ronnie is up and dashing around the side of the shack in a flash.

They hear him rummaging around out there for a while and then another yell of celebration and they hear him returning.

"I have to warn you Mandy, the thing is pretty beat up," says Jack before Ronnie returns.

He comes around the corner and up on to the porch almost at a run, "Here you go, do you think it might be in tune?"

"Do pigs fly? Not to worry though, I think I can tune it if it can be tuned in this condition."

Before long, she has it tuned and she starts trying to play the music to the song.

"How's that?" she asks.

"That sound OK," says Ronnie and he starts to sing along almost under his breath.

There goes Mary, quite contrary
asked her how did... her garden grow
she said silver bells
she said cockle shells
said somethin bout pretty maids
in a row... o

After that they all join in.

There goes Mary, quite contrary
asked her how did... her garden grow
she said silver bells
she said cockle shells
said somethin bout pretty maids
in a row... o

Hey now Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife but, he couldn't keep her
Well he put her, in a pumpkin shell
Then he kept her,
So very well

There goes Mary, quite contrary
asked her how did... her garden grow
she said silver bells
she said cockle shells
said somethin bout pretty maids
in a row... o

By now, they are having a great time and laughing and singing along and cutting up some.

Mother Hubbard, went to her cupboard
Get her poor dog, a little bone...
But when she got there, that cupboard was bare...
Well that poor dog he... aint got no bone...

There goes Mary, quite contrary
asked her how did... her garden grow
she said silver bells
she said cockle shells
said somethin bout pretty maids
in a row... o

Well Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet
She was eating... her curds and whey...
Come this spider, sat down beside her
Well he frightened... Muffet away...

There goes Mary, quite contrary
asked her how did... her garden grow
she said silver bells
she said cockle shells
said somethin bout pretty maids
in a row... o

Well William Winkie... runs through the town
Up stairs and down stairs, in his night gown...
Peeking in windows... tapping on doors
That boy goin be up, quarter to four...

There goes Mary, quite contrary
asked her how did... her garden grow
she said silver bells
she said cockle shells
said somethin bout pretty maids
in a row... o

Mary had a... little lamb
Had a fleece was... white as snow... o
Every where that, young Mary went...
Well that lamb he... surely follow...

There goes Mary, quite contrary
asked her how did... her garden grow
she said silver bells
she said cockle shells
said somethin bout pretty maids
in a row... o

It ends and they all bust out laughing.

"That wasn't half bad Ronnie. I think you are going to need to keep working on the words in some places, but it is fun. When did you do that?"

"About a week ago now I think," says Ronnie, "I liked you playing Mandy. Thanks for jumping in like that."

"Thanks, I used to dream of being a rock star when I was younger, but my parents sort of side tracked me. Anyway, that is another story for another time. I am getting tired. Can we turn in now?"

And they do.

(10:39 pm Monday Nov 26, 2007)

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 25

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 25

(3:14 pm Sunday Nov 25, 2007)

*** A Lonely Room

Hey there gentle reader... well, you are looking at an official NaNoWriMo 2007 winner. Four straight now gentle reader. I feel great, and feel drained.

I want to sleep.

But for your gentle sake, I will try and find another two thousand or more words some where today.

I was reading back in last year's "Sayings - Deterred Bahamian Novel" earlier today and I saw where I was searching for a word factory last year. I thought that perhaps a word wholesaler would have served.

I could use a word factory today, that's for sure.

Or a time factory. Buy a few more hours to tack on at the end of... No! in the middle of the day. Stick them at the end of the day and I may be too tired to use them. It's the little details like that in life that can really mess you up.

You finally get what you ask for but it doesn't do you any real good. Watch out for situations like that gentle reader. They can get you even when you are in your guise as Fearless Reader!

(3:20 pm Sunday Nov 25, 2007)

You know, two thousand words should be a breeze to write. I just did over two hundred right there in about six minutes. If I could keep up that pace, I could do the two thousand in an hour, say an hour and a half to be generous.

Why, then, these four and five hour days. And those are just estimates. It is taking so long, that I don't have the time to go back and figure up more accurate times for each day.

At least you have managed to stick it out with me gentle reader and I really appreciate that. Lots.

It would be even more lonely here in this lonely room if I could not share the experience with you as I write each day.

You know, I don't actually recall ever reading a novel before where the author takes the time to share the actual experience of writing the story with the reader. If you know of any gentle reader, let me know. I would be interested in looking them over.

Well, except for my own poor attempts... And some of those I have written but not read all the way through in one sitting...

(3:25 pm Sunday Nov 25, 2007)

Gotta take a little break here and do some minor housekeeping with respect to yesterday's work. Not editing mind you. What I do is break each scene out of the one big leo node it is in and put each scene in its own node. It makes it easier to go back and look at what went on and continue that thread.

Be back in a bit. Or BBIAB as we say in IRC.

(3:42 pm Sunday Nov 25, 2007)

Back. Well, I ended up having to do one or two other things. Once again, life interrupts art!

*** 38' Cheoy Lee Ketch - Up Around Nun Jack, Abaco

"Look, just don't press me Fred!" shouts Golden Child, "I don't know what to do! There is no way for me to do the right thing now and it is driving me CRAZY! At least I cannot see any way to do the right thing."

Golden Child was in trouble. Between that old rock and hard place.

"If you would just tell me what was going on, I may be able to help you figure out the right thing to do."

"Fred, I am going crazy! Please stop asking me to tell you. I have to and I can't and that is a big part of the problem right now! Please don't ask me again. Let me try to think it out again."

Fred stand up abruptly, angry and confused, "I'm getting out of here! Take your time, I'm going to swim in to the beach and take a walk. I will be back later, or you can come and find me if you sort things out. Later."

He is up the ladder and taking a header into the water before she can even tell him to watch out for that shark. They haven't seen it again since it left that night, but the whole episode had left her a bit spooked.

She heard him stroking strongly for shore and resumed her fretting, confused, thinking.

Why did we have to find this treasure? Something that should be such a joy. Really, why couldn't we have found the treasure and not the map?

She wanted to share everything with Fred, all that she was, all that she had, but she couldn't share this. But she wasn't prepared to let this come between them.

She needed to let her sisters know about and see this new map. It could be the very key to all their efforts for so long. But the very rules of the sisterhood prevented it. Once a sister went outside to live with a man instead of bringing the man in, she was forever forbidden to contact her sisters in any way from that day forward. And they were very strict with those rules.

She had to tell them, and she couldn't tell them.

And she couldn't tell Fred why. More sisterhood rules. A sister could leave and go outside, but she was forbidden to mention or give any details of the sisterhood or her former life. They were very strict with those rules too.

A rock and a hard place.

If she wanted to do the right thing.

(3:58 pm Sunday Nov 25, 2007)

The easy thing would be to just keep the treasure, and to use her memory of the first map along with this new map and for her and Fred to go off and find the new treasure together and live happily ever after. Sure, happily ever after, knowing that it would doom the efforts of her beloved sisters and maybe even bring down the sisterhood for all time. And maybe get her and Fred killed if they ran into their enemies along the way. enemies Fred knew nothing about.

What to do? She was going crazy. She had to come up with some answer soon. Or at least some plan of action. She needed action. Deep in her soul. the thinking was getting her nowhere fast. Perhaps action was the answer! She would go and get Fred and they would take action! Together! And come what may they would stay together. She would not let this tear them apart.

She went up the ladder to the cockpit and slipped out of her cutoff jeans and her t-shirt and was about to dive in headlong and swim for the beach when a blur streaking in the corner of her eye sent a stab of fear into her heart.

She looked but didn't see anything. There was a lot of turtle grass over that way though. That bull could be camouflaged over there just waiting for her to enter his realm.

"Fred!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, "Fred, can you hear me? We need to talk! Can you come back?"

Nothing. Could he have gone that far already? Which way would he have gone? Probably down around the point and into the cove. That was his favourite spot on the island. And she could understand the reason why. It was lovely in that cove.

(4:16 pm Sunday Nov 25, 2007)

"Fred!" should she take the inflatable dingy in? That shark bothered her. He could puncture it if he got aggressive. Or tip her over into the drink. Not something she wanted to contemplate. "Fred! Come back!"

*** Beach On The Far End Of Nun Jack, Abaco

Fred could hear her calling in the distance but her was still a bit too upset to answer. let her come find him if she needed him that bad right now. He still needed to walk off some of his frustration.

(4:29 pm Sunday Nov 25, 2007)

Something in the tone of her voice made him almost turn back but he steeled his resolve and continued on down the beach.

What was that ship still doing out there? Could they be treasure hunters? Nah... Something closer in caught his eye. What was that floating over there? It looked interesting. He decided to swim out and bring it in to see what it was.

(4:44 pm Sunday Nov 25, 2007)

*** A Lonely Room

Well gentle reader, I was going really good there for a decent while, but I feel myself slowing down for some unknown reason. I really need to try and ramp up the speed again.

Where to now gentle reader, where to?

*** A Smack Boat Out Of Spanish Wells, Headed For Nassau

Our three friends are aboard. Rescued! The crew of the smack had been looking for them since the word came to the boats from home. They had spotted the fire last night and picked them up from the beach. They were too weak to really celebrate but they were felling better today.

They are all feeling a little more like humans today though.

They are standing on the bow, leaning on the railing and talking quietly together.

(5:02 pm Sunday Nov 25, 2007)

(5:59 pm Sunday Nov 25, 2007)

"So, what are we gonna do now?"

"Well Jack, when we get back, we're gonna hit the sack, Jack. How's that, Jack?"

"That's whacked mac!"

"Enough of the rhyming you two," says Sarai with a commanding voice "I've lost my yacht, we have almost died, can you stop with the clowning around and let's talk some serious talk here please!"

"OK, OK, Sarai," says Mandy, "well, I am going to get in touch with my people in Washington and see if they can scrounge us up another boat and I think we should head back out and see what we can see. Those jokers are not gonna get away with this. But we really should probably rest up for a day or two before going back out. I am sure this has taken a lot more out of us that we feel right now."

(6:48 pm Sunday Nov 25, 2007)

*** 38' Cheoy Lee Ketch - Up Around Nun Jack, Abaco

After too long, Golden Child decides to risk the dinghy. The bull has not made his presence certain, but she senses he is still out there and thinks she sees hints of his presence out of the corner of her eye every once in a while.

She goes to the stern grabs the painter and pulls the inflatable in close. Carefully she descends the ladder and gingerly steps into the bottom and gets the dinghy settled down and quiet in the water before transferring her full weight off of the ladder and into the boat.

She reaches up and un-cleats the painter and drops it into the bow. Just as she is about to sit down and start up the engine, something hits the bottom hard, almost sending her into the water.

"Ahhhh! Don't you mess with me you nasty fish, I will see you drying in the sun before tomorrow is done if you don't clear off and leave us in peace!"

She manages to get properly seated in the stern and gets the little engine started.

She gases it and heads straight in to the beach.

Straight in to the beach. She doesn't slow down until the last minute when she deftly cuts the throttle, kills the engine and tips it up.

The dinghy runs up on the beach and she is up and out over the bow, grabbing the painter as she passes.

The bull almost runs up on the beach after but manages to turn himself around while making a commotion splashing and twisting in the shallows.

(7:09 pm Sunday Nov 25, 2007)

She runs down to the water's edge and screams in rage and picks up sand and shells and throws them angrily in the direction of the shark. "I am not joking with you, you malevolent guppy! I will gut you and hang you out to dry if you don't cut it out.

She goes back to the dinghy and pulls it further out of the water and stakes and our in the sand and ties the painter to it. Then she heads off down the beach in the direction of the cove to the west.

She sees the bull following along about seven yards off shore.

"I am warning you! Are you hard of hearing or what?"

She picks up speed, breaking into a slow trot.

The shark keeps pace.

When she comes around the point, she sees Fred out in the water trying to being some floating to shore and the bull takes off like a bullet in his direction.

"FRED!" she yells, "Get out of the water! The bull is back! get out."

He looks in her direction and waves.

"Shark! get out!"


She waves her arms in a motion that she hopes he understand means to get out of the water. "Get out of the water! SHARK!"

He must have heard something, "Shark?" he starts making his way to the shore.

"The BULL!" she yells as she sees his dorsal fin come out of the water much too close to Fred.

(7:27 pm Sunday Nov 25, 2007)

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 24

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 24

(4:21 pm Saturday Nov 24, 2007)

*** A Lonely Room

Ah well gentle reader, you might think the joy and elation of winning might carry over and lead to some serious over achievement for a day or so after. Alas, not so in my case this year it seems.

Life interrupts art.

Let's just see if we can avoid a total collapse shall we?

(4:38 pm Saturday Nov 24, 2007)

Well yeah, sure. It would be nice but how.

*** 38' Cheoy Lee Ketch - Up Around Nun Jack, Abaco

Well that mean bull had bothered them for the rest of the day and into the night. You would think he had a personal beef with either Fred, Golden Child, or maybe even the Cheoy Lee...

Several times during the rest of the day, he had wondered off and faded from sight in the turtle grass in the distance, only to come streaking back in when Fred had dared to get back in the water in an effort to dive up the chest sitting right there on the sandy bottom below the ketch.

Fred didn't bother trying to get back in the water after nightfall, but the bull still kept showing himself and bumping the bottom and messing about with the anchour rhode every once in a while.

So, come morning, when there was no sign of the bull for an hour or two after sunrise, Fred decided to try and dive up the chest once again.

Golden Child stood watch while he slipped quietly into the water, took a breath and flipped his legs and fins up into the air and propelled himself to the bottom taking a line to the bottom with him.

Working quickly, he tied the rope around the chest and secured it as best he could in a rush, and then headed back to the surface.

So, once back in the cockpit, he and Golden Child pull the chest up with the rope. It is dicey for a bit, almost coming out of his efforts at securing it, but he manages to grab it just before things go completely south.

They take it down into the cabin and put it on the table on a folded beach towel.

Describe the chest here... old... odd metal in good condition... maps engraved on the surface...

Excitement shows on both of their faces, their breathing is shallow and a bit ragged, Golden Child gets a large flat head screw driver from the tool box and tried using it as a crow bar to break the lock of the chest.

She works at it for a while without making any major progress and then Fred takes a try at it as well. He struggles mightily for a good while with little progress to show for his efforts except for a beginning blister in the webbing between his right thumb and index finger.

Golden Child went back to the tool box and got some lubricant spray and sprayed it in the lock and then sat down with various bits of metal from the tool box and the kitchen drawers and tried her hand at picking the lock.

Fred left her at it for a while trying to sit patiently but getting more and more impatient as time wore on. He finds he can't take it and goes searching about the boat looking for something else to attack the lock with.

He is up in the cockpit looking under the seats when he hears a victory yell come from Golden Child down below.

It doesn't take him long to get back below.

"You got it!"

"I got it baby. I got it."

"Well, let's see what we got then."

(6:26 pm Saturday Nov 24, 2007)

They lift the lid together as they stare expectantly towards the box. As the lid goes up their faces get closer and closer, peering into the box to discover its contents.

At first they both experience a bit of a let down. Sure, it is a treasure of sorts. Some gold coins that neither recognize at first, some golden jewelry with some gem stones down on the bottom, but not much compared to the size of the chest.

Fred starts to carefully take the contents out of the chest a piece at a time and rest them on another beach towel on the table. When the chest is almost empty, He removes a small purple felt bag with draw string top. "I wonder what is in here?" says Fred as he picks it up.

"Open it up then and let's see."

(6:39 pm Saturday Nov 24, 2007)

Golden Child draws in a sharp breath of surprise as Fred takes a small silver cylinder out of the purple felt bag. "What is it Goldy?"

Golden Child is struck dumb. What to do. She can't tell him what she knows, but she can't hold back on her new life partner. "Ah... Um... Ah..."


"Open it up and let's see what's inside."

"Do you know what this is?"

"Just open it please Fred. Don't ask me any more questions until I have a chance to sort things out in my mind after I see what's inside."

"What do you mean what's inside? This opens up?"

"Can I have it please? Pass it over and I will show you."

"OK, knock yourself out," he says handing it over to her.

(7:36 pm Saturday Nov 24, 2007)

Golden Child fiddled with the cylinder for a while but didn't seem to be able to open it. Fred got a little antsy and went over an put on the radio.

when you're home and lonely
on a friday night
baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright

when the days grow longer
and the night's too bright
baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright

baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright
baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright

when your best emotion's
either fight or flight
baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright

when your heart comes crashin
to the ground at night
baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright

baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright
baby why fight the feelin
ya gonna be alright

"Yeah! Got it!" exclaims Golden Child as the cylinder comes apart in the middle and she opens it and takes out a rolled up bit of vellum inside with some notes and drawings one one side and a map on the other side.

"Let me see."

"Hold on, let me look at it a bit first."

(7:57 pm Saturday Nov 24, 2007)

(8:56 pm Saturday Nov 24, 2007)

*** A Lonely Room

Where does the time go? Slithering down some temporal black hole like snake that opens its maws to swallow your life whole. Don't let it! Hold your shinai sideways if you have to.

Each moment is precious. Don't let it get away.

Yeah, right, Fearless Reader. That may be all well and good and true, but what a fight that is hey? What a fight...

If only I could get in the flow more this year. If only. If only... One of the chief opponents. If only. And you can tell Mary I said that if you dare.

I just can't get any speed going tonight at all. Think. Think. Think.

*** Marshy Areas On The Eastern Part Of Grand Bahama Island

When our three friends awoke, they were in dire straights. Dehydrated, hungry, not knowing where they were. But Jack was happy. Cheerful even. This made Mandy and Sarai a little more than peeved to say the least. Mandy felt like throwing him back in the ocean and letting him float away until he could float no more. Sarai wanted to dig him a shallow grave and invite him to take a rest.

Jack was oblivious until they spelled it out for him.

"Jack! Cut it out!"

"Cut what out Mandy?"

"Being so cheerful!" said Sarai, "What is wrong with you?"

"Wrong with me? Nothing is wrong with me. What is wrong with you?"

"Oh, I don't know, one or two little things I am sure."

"Right, little things, but look at the big things that are right with you. Buck up girls, we need to get moving."

"Moving, where to? We don't know where we are."

"Well, while you two were getting your beauty rest, I did a little exploring, off to the east there is nothing but a lot of water for people who have boats as large as the ones we are carrying. Off to the west, there is a creek with some more land. I say we head west."

"Jack, I say we stay put and try to find something to make a signal fire tonight when the sun goes down."

"I really think we should get going Jack," says Mandy again, "what do you think Sarai."

"As much as I hate to say it, and as much as I would just like to lie down again and sleep forever, I think Jack is right. BUT Jack, when the day starts to wind down, we need to keep Mandy's idea in mind. We need to start gathering something to burn and stop in time to gather more and try setting a fire tonight as a signal. Someone may be looking for us and see it?"

"OK, let's gather up our gear and head out then."

"Do we have to? What good are fins and masks going to do us on a land trek?"

"We are going to come to a creek soon, Who knows what else we will have to cross before we get some where we can feel safe again."

"OK, you win."

"Here, everyone have a sip of water before we move out."

"Jack! Where did you get water?"

"A man has to have his little secrets ladies. Have your sip and let's get a move on. Don't drink too much, we may need to make it last."

After they each have a small sip, they all feel a tiny bit better and shuffle off to the west along the beach, single file, down near the water's edge.

(9:31 pm Saturday Nov 24, 2007)

*** Shack Near Beach

so, no sigh of them yet?
nope, no sigh. they say they will keep looking though.
ok, well, let's hope they get lucky. it has been too long already
yes it has, but you say your friend Jack is good in the water?
yes, he's good, now if it was my other friend down here sam...
he can't swim?
oh, he could swim, just not too good like
and you haven't give him lessons yet
i tried, he doesn't want to learn that from me it seems
well, tech him anyway, island people needs to know
you tell him that, he is a lot bigger than me
tell im? i'll tell im. put im on?
he is not here now brad, but i will be sure to let you speak to him soon
you do that cuz.
later fa you cuz, later fa you

Ronnie goes back to his extended brain dump session. It is almost as if he is obsessed with capturing his every thought and inspiration for some reason he cannot yet pin down no matter how much he tries. So he keeps dumping.


I want a salt water woman
To sail with through this life
Find me a salt water woman
To be my salt water wife


I need some new... love
Red white and blue... love
How do you do... love
From a true American Girl


He feels a great tiredness in his very bones, but he doggedly keeps the dump going.


I will sing you a song in the night
I will sing dear and try sing it right
Let the words flow and wander where they might
I will sing you a song in the night

I will take you to see true delight
I will show you this note if I might
Let the tune free to wander where it might
I will take you to see true delight


(9:54 pm Saturday Nov 24, 2007)

*** A Lonely Room

And Out!

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 23

Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 23

(2:48 pm Friday Nov 23, 2007)

(3:08 pm Friday Nov 23, 2007)

*** A Lonely Room

I seem to get off to flying starts like this on way too many days gentle reader.

But today, that's OK. Why? because if all goes well and the electrickery company does not mess with me, I will cross the fifty thousand word marker by the end of the day, submit my file and become an official winner for the fourth year in a row. All the years I have entered.

2007 - Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel
2006 - Sayings - Deterred Bahamian Novel
2005 - Tings - Anuddah Bahamian Novel
2004 - Conch - a Bahamian Novel

So far, I think none are very good, but Conch is the best. If I can find a plot for it, it might even turn out half way decent after rewriting.

The others? Well, other than their world class greatness, I don't hold out much hope for them. There are things in each that I really like mind you. But...

Well, you tell me...

I must tell you, getting these words out today just feels really sweet. It is not that I am going any faster. Not that they are flowing with any more ease. Not that I have had some flash of inspiration today that was lacking on other days. No. no to all of those. In fact, things have been better on some of the days so far. no, what feels so sweet is that I can feel it in my bones. Fifty thousand is close at hand.

Close at hand and with each word that comes creeping out of my fingers and enters my computer through my old and ragged keyboard brings me one word closer to that lofty goal. A keyboard with a space bar that often decides not to actually work. A decimal point on the numeric keypad that is equally problematic, and a few other quirks.

Lofty for me in any case.

(3:20 pm Friday Nov 23, 2007)

And so it just feels really sweet today. There is a smile trying to break out on my face right at this very moment. Well it just did! Along with a silent chuckle. Sweet. Sweet! SWEET!!!

(3:37 pm Friday Nov 23, 2007)

*** Marshy Areas On The Eastern Part Of Grand Bahama Island

After being in the water for way too long for comfort. Tied together to avoid getting separated, our three water logged friends washed up on a bit of land out on the eastern part of Grand Bahama Island.

They are in a bad way, but alive. There is a chance they would be gone now had it not been for their wet suits and dive gear. They wash up, not knowing where they are and with no sign of civilization in sight.

At least they are alive.

They stumble up the scraggly beach and fall down in exhaustion. Sleep claims them despite the bright sun.

(5:26 pm Friday Nov 23, 2007)

*** A Lonely Room

Wow, time slipping away again and I need to correct it gentle reader, but... like I mentioned,it does not mess with that underlying simple joy that comes from knowing the the goal is so near.

The tortoise and hair race was a good addition to this novel this year. A race to the finish but this one where everyone who crosses the line under the time limit are all winners.

Such an excellent race concept. I need to explore other areas where such racing conditions could make for fun and excitement.

Let's go now and look in on the Cheoy Lee Ketch up around Nun Jack gentle reader. yes, they are still up there. Wonder what they have been doing up there all this time? I will leave it up to your imagination gentle reader. They are newlyweds and all after all.

I think it safe to say they have managed to get closer than the dance though.

*** Beach On The Far End Of Nun Jack, Abaco

(5:34 pm Friday Nov 23, 2007)

Well, the lottery did not pay off for Fred, largely on account of his not having purchased any tickets. Well, even if he had bought a bunch, it is likely that it would not in any case, but you never know. As to the other matter though... The strangest thing happened...

He and Golden Child had been walking hand in hand along the water's edge on that fine, fine white beach around the corner to where they were anchoured when they had spotted a forlorn can of spam sitting up amidst the sea weed just above the high tide line.

"Oh look, a can of wild spam, careful, it may attack!"

"Goldy, I's a man is a true 'conian, I been hunting these wild spam and their fresher kin since I was a boy. One lone can of wild spam is not enough to worry me my sweet."

Fred starts to walk toward it boldly.

"Honey no! Be careful, it may be a boar can. Its family may be around here too. If he is protecting his sow and spamlets, he could turn really mean!"

Fred laughs and bends down to pick up two sticks of drift wood and an old conch shell. He passes one of the pieces of wood back to Golden Child, "Here sweety, you keep a sharp eye out and warn me if you see anything out of the way. You have my back now, I am counting on you."

(5:47 pm Friday Nov 23, 2007)

Fred crouches down in a hunter's squat and approaches the dangers can of wild spam crab wise, his drift wood in his left hand and his conch shell in his right. When he gets within four feet of it, he motions Golden Child to be quiet and to get low. He slowly inches closer...

Closer... Then he pounces. He misses the spam by the barest fraction of an inch with the conch shell but manages to stun it with the follow on blow from the drift wood.

A vigorous tussle ensues, sand flies everywhere. The sounds of a pitched battle ring out. Grunting, whooping, wild screams. Fred is on top for a brief moment and attempts to put the spam into a lock, but then is reversed.

Golden Child comes to his rescue but he warns her back, "No! Goldy! It is too dangerous right now, stay back.I need room to operate."

The spam makes a break for the brush above the beach, seeking escape but Fred is up in a moment and in hot pursuit. he catches it well before the beach runs out and manages to stun it with the drift wood again. He howls a wild howl of glee and it is all Golden Child can do not to break out in howls of laughter.

After a bit more wild and loud struggle,the spam now makes a break for the water, "Get it honey, before it gets away! it is almost to the water!"

Laughing, Golden Child takes aim with her piece of drift wood, using it like a spear. She lets fly with amazing power and accuracy. The wood hists the spam hard and dead centre. It goes right through the can and deep into the soft sand of the beach below. It makes a strange sound when it comes to rest.

Fred sits up with surprise on his face.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. I just got lucky I guess."

"No. What was that sound?"

"What the stick hitting the spam can?"

"No, the other sound that came after that one. I think the stick went in and hit something down in the sand," says Fred dashing over and dropping to his knees and starting to dig with wild abandon using his hands to throw up large amounts of sand in a steady rhythm. It is obvious that he has dug on beaches before.

It is not long before he uncovers a small chest, still intact though looking much the worse for wear.

Golden Child looks on in delight and wonder. "What do you think it is?"

"I don't know. Let's take it back to the boat and open it up and see."

(6:09 pm Friday Nov 23, 2007)

*** 38' Cheoy Lee Ketch - Up Around Nun Jack, Abaco

They swim the chest out to the Cheoy Lee and Goldy climbs up the ladder while Fred holds on to the ladder with his right hand and to the chest with his left.

Golden Child stands up and turns around getting ready to reach down for the chest when she spots a large dark shape out in the clear water, streaking towards her new husband, "Fred! Drop the chest and get up here as fast as you can!"

There is something about the tone of Golden Child's voice that causes Fred to drop one of his childhood's fondest dreams and climb that ladder as fast as he can. No arguments, no questions.

It is a good thing too because a good size bull shark comes streaking in and getting very aggressive around the boat. it attacks the rudder and the keel and then proceeds to attack one of the anchour rhode.

*** A Lonely Room

(7:08 pm Friday Nov 23, 2007)

Well, gentle reader, the electrickery company struck. Another case of the No Voltage Blues today. The same as yesterday. Bam, it goes off for no reason. Shut everything down including turning off the UPS. Only to come on withing ten or twenty minutes. Now, don't get me wrong, I am very happy that it was not off for longer, but why in the world would it need to go off for such short periods both yesterday and today?

Here you go again:

The No Voltage Blues

I got the no voltage blues
I got the no voltage blues
Yeah, B.E.C. is messin with me
I got the no voltage blues

My U.P.S. is beepin
It wakes me from my dream
And man she was a sweet ting
Ate least thats how it seemed

I got the no voltage blues
I got the no voltage blues
Yeah, B.E.C. is messin with me
I got the no voltage blues

My A.C.'s sittin quiet
My room is gettin warm
I lie right here and sigh it
Aint no sign of a storm

I got the no voltage blues
I got the no voltage blues
Yeah, B.E.C. is messin with me
I got the no voltage blues

I'm tryin to write my novel
In thirty short, short days
And now just like the last year
Gots to pray they change their ways

I got the no voltage blues
I got the no voltage blues
Yeah, B.E.C. is messin with me
I got the no voltage blues

Welcome to my world as I often tell my wife.

(7:18 pm Friday Nov 23, 2007)

Getting oh so very close to fifty thousand right now gentle reader, probably just passed it somewhere in here. Let's see shall we?

Just a second...

Yes! SWEET! In this draft I am now officially over fifty thousand words by my count using wc here. I guess I better see what the NaNo word counters say so give me another second if you would be so kind.

Yes! The NaNo counters tell me I have fifty thousand and sixty seven words and my progress bar is now GREEN! Woot!


Celebrate! There is a smile on my face and I am laughing. That feels good!

(7:50 pm Friday Nov 23, 2007)

Wow, cross that line and slow right down...

(8:00 pm Friday Nov 23, 2007)

And basically come... to... a... complete... stop...

Noooo! Not quite enough for that complete stop just yet gentle reader. Close, but if I can just manage to squeeze out another sentence or two, I should be good to go.

This is a good news night all around I guess. I crossed the NaNo line and got my green bar, and I just had a phone conversation about a house that I have been "selling " for years. It looks like it may be all done from my point of view in a week or so. Hopefully before the month is out.

If that happens, it will certainly be a time to have a little party.

(8:08 pm Friday Nov 23, 2007)

And now I really can come... to... a... complete... stop...