Two Sentence Tuesday-- Back in the Fanged Saddle

It's been a few weeks since I trotted out something from a manuscript. I've had a few false starts with a new story. I want to tell it, but it does not yet want to be told. Best I leave it be.
Late last week I sent A Fly on the Wall out to a beta reader. I'm looking forward to what he has to say.
This geared me up to check over BloodLovers. It's been stewing for a few months now. I cranked open the file the other day and realized it was in dire need of my attention.
I'm doing what I can.
Dead Broke has been sent to a few agents. One has a partial. I am forcing myself to be patient.
Work on AFOTW should keep me occupied until I have my beta's insights and editing marks.
This leaves my first, The Legend of Shallal. I don't know if it can be saved, but I won't have it put down either.
Best if I set it aside and try to forget.
Two from BloodLovers:
"The corners of his thin mouth were turned down like he had a mouthful of soured milk. It kept conversation to a minimum."
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I have many, many books waiting to be read. This is a pleasant problem.
Right now I am enjoying Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories Volume 1, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.(Bantam Classics, 2003).
I read a few stories or a  novel in it then set it aside. I want to devour them all at once, but this way they'll last longer.
Two from The Five Orange Pips:
"We sat in silence for some minutes, Holmes more depressed and shaken than I had ever seen him.
'That hurts my pride, Watson,' he said at last."
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Twofer Tuesday with Sherlock

Another Tuesday where I get to talk about what writing-- such as it is-- I've done, and go on a bit about something I've read. It's one of my favourite days.
I'm clipping along with the clean-up editing of A Fly on the Wall. I thought I'd be done by now, but life gets in the way. I'm not complaining. Hell, I'm glad of it. Distractions can be irritating, but they give me time to think and somewhere along the line I've realized that's good.

I've managed to get a fair amount of reading done. I have to admit something, though, I gave up on the book I mentioned last week. I'd read the info in it in other books over the years. Not only was it a rehashing for me, the type was really small. I sent it to its rightful owner and cracked the spine on a proper book: The Hound of the Baskervilles.
I adored this book. I was riveted to the couch most of Saturday and rarely came up for air until it was done.

Here's a sample:

"The moon was shining bright upon the clearing, and there in the centre lay the unhappy maid where she had fallen, dead of fear and of fatigue. But it was not the sight of her body, nor yet was it that of the body of Hugo Baskerville near her, which raised the hair upon the heads of these three dare-devil roisterers, but it was that, standing over Hugo, and plucking at his throat, there stood a foul thing, a great black beast, shaped like a hound yet larger than any hound that ever mortal eye rested upon."
- Arthur Conan Doyle (Red Classics, 2007)

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I'm just at the two-thirds mark of the manuscript. I'll be done shortly and then I can take out a hard copy. The weather's getting warm enough that I might just stretch out on a deck chair on the porch to do the editing. It won't even seem like work.

Here's a two and some extras from AFOTW.

"She turned her head slightly and looked at the mirror and the reflection of her record player.
Why not? Why not put on some Glenn Miller? Or maybe some Vera Lynn. 'The Songbird of the Blitz' herself. It was that kind of a day."

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