The Thrill Seekers

   The framework has been laid. I finished! Well, not really. Now, the rewrite begins. Every chapter, every paragraph, every sentence will have to be looked at, judged and reworked. Things that I once liked will be deleted, other things will be added.  At one time I despised this point. It was pure labor. Over time, it began to be my favorite part. Do I need this sentence? Do I need this paragraph? Is this word right? Is this word the best?  Some would say this part is the difference between a good book and a great book.
   It begins in about ten minutes, about how long it takes to fire-up the Mr. Coffee machine.
   It has been said that I don't put enough sex in my books. Maybe it's true. Maybe I don't. But, I don't have one bit of desire to write a book that the Professor's ninety-three year old mother would be embarrassed to read (she reads them all), the Parson would be ashamed to have seen laying in his office or the Bishop's cat wouldn't want to nuzzle up to. This book may approach that point... I don't know. Here is a paragraph I love and can't wait to share:
  "When they were children they played pirates on the shore of the Pamlico River, they attended school together, and they graduated together. They shared lunch in kindergarten, they held hands in the sixth grade, and the night they graduated they both lost their virginity at the exact same moment."
   Racy...? Maybe not. But it is me.
Have a wonderful day,
Dan