We’re speeding right along, aren’t we? Already at the letter J and jogging right along toward the halfway mark.
Featured Author: David Jessup
I had David in mind for this challenge from the beginning, but I wasn’t sure whether to make him the featured author or use his excellent historical novel set in Colorado, Mariano’s Crossing. I finally settled on the man instead of the book because of the unbelievable challenges he and his family have faced since September last year.
When the floods came to Northern Colorado and the Big Thompson overflowed its banks near Loveland, the waters claimed big chunks of building and ground at the Sylvan Dale Guest Ranch owned by the Jessups. Northern Colorado Writers held its first few fall member retreats at that ranch, so it holds a very special place in our hearts. Happily, the Jessups are rebuilding, and have been blessed by donations and volunteer labor from many of their friends who want to see Sylvan Dale back in business.
David will soon have his second novel, Mariano’s Choice, completed. It is described as a prequel to Mariano’s Crossing.
This is one of the few books I’ll mention that I have not read yet. I bought the novel because I like the cover, and because the stuff on the back of the book is entertaining, and I liked the short synopsis which goes like this:
“It’s a drug that promises an out-of-body experience with each hit. On the street they call it Soy Sauce, and users can drift across time and dimensions. But some who come back are no longer human.
Suddenly a silent, otherworldly invasion is underway, and mankind needs a hero. What it gets instead is John and David, a pair of college dropouts who can barely hold down jobs.
Can these two stop the oncoming horror in time to save humanity?
No. No, they can’t.”
So why haven’t I read it yet? Because I’ve loaded myself down with so many projects I haven’t had time to read anything longer than a blog post for weeks.
Word of the Day: Jam
There are so many ways I can go with this word. Jam as in apricot jam, something I use regularly as a glaze for chicken and Norwegian salmon.
Or jam, as in traffic jam, something we’ll experience often in my town as the weather gets better and all kinds of construction and road repairs and gas pipe replacements take place. Sweet progress.
Or jam as in “come on by and bring your keyboard and electric guitar and we’ll jam for a couple of hours in the garage where I have my drums, which is right under the neighbor lady’s office where she’s trying to get some work done, but if we play real loud we can jam her concentration and ruin her day.” High fives all around….
I could go on and on, but I think I’ve said enough.