I want to see the new movie, Knuckleball! This is partly because I love a good baseball story and partly because the main character in my recently-completed novel is a knuckleballer. And also because I became a fan of R.A. Dickey after reading his book, Wherever I Wind Up.
When you hear the name Bill Murray what likely comes to mind are his hit movies, including Caddyshack, Groundhog Day, Stripes, Ghostbusters, and Lost in Translation. What probably does not come to mind is minor league baseball. But it should. The actor is part owner of the Class A Charleston RiverDogs and he was recently inducted into the South Atlantic League's Hall of Fame.
Click this link to read an article about Murray's induction into the SAL Hall. The page includes a video of Murray's induction speech, which is well worth watching. I especially liked his story about the racehorses at the end of his speech.
A few years ago I received David McCullough's 1776 as a Christmas gift. The book was on my wish list, but with so much other stuff to read I didn't get to it right away. Several months later, on the following Fourth of July, I saw it sitting on the shelf and started reading. The subject matter seemed appropriate for the day. Made it through the first chapter. Then the book went back on the shelf ...
Until the next Fourth of July when I picked up where
I’d left off a year earlier. And so an Independence Day tradition emerged. Each
year on that day, and only that day, I read McCullough’s work about that
pivotal year of the American Revolution. This most recent July Fourth, I finished 1776—five years after I started. I must
admit, this is not the best way to read a book. Each new session required me to
reread several pages to refresh my memory as to what had just happened with
Washington and his army. Even so, I’m still glad I read this particular book
the way that I did. Learning about the events of that tumultuous year on the
Fourth of July made the holiday more meaningful to me and renewed my appreciation of those who made our celebrations possible.
The Lincoln Journal Star (Lincoln, Nebraska) reviewed my novel, Men Among Giants. The review,
written by Cindy Conger, is available at the newspaper's Web site.
Today I finished the first draft of my third novel. There is, of course, still much work to be done, but reaching this point is a significant milestone. I now have a full manuscript to read, start to finish, and can focus on hammering it into something presentable.
How far along am I in the overall process of getting this book to a published format available to readers? Hard to say, though perhaps the words of Winston Churchill are now applicable. During World War II, after British forces won the Battle of El Alamein in November 1942, the prime minister observed:
"Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning."
What if you could write a letter to your 16-year-old self? What would you say? The answers to those questions comprise the substance of Dear Me, a book of letters written by well-known people to the teenage versions of themselves. Most of the letters include advice and encouragement, while touching upon a whole range of emotions.
Here is a video introduction to the book from its editor, Joseph Galliano:
There is much I would like to say to the 16-year-old me, including something James Woods wrote in his letter: “Listen more than you may be inclined to do. Talk less.”
But, even if such time-traveling correspondence were possible, it might not have made a difference in my case. It’s not like I lacked for good advice at that age. It was the transferring of such advice into wise decisions where I often fell short. So it is possible that the teenage me would not have heeded the wisdom of his balder future self. Sigh.
On the other hand, knowing the winners of 26 future Super Bowls might have yielded some interesting results.