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I admit it, I have not written much here for some time. I know that you all have been clamoring for my return, but I have a very good, if rather eccentric reason, for my absence. The reason is, simply, that over the last six months or so, I have been working on refining my skills as a mystery writer. It seems I have some talent for this; at least two of three paid workshop instructors seem to think so. I donít know if the fact that they are paid, by me, has anything to do with their high opinion of my fiction skills, but their encouragement has lead me to focus most of my writing time here. I have also, though been spending a little time reading and studying poetry, with an eye to trying to do some writing in that field. You may be asking what does that have to do with the keeping of a blog?

Well, this is where the eccentricity comes in. The problem I am having is, that if I write mystery fiction, I canít write poetry, or anything that I consider worthwhile to post here. If I write poetry, then I canít write mystery fiction or anything that I consider worthwhile to post here. If I write here, then I canít write either mystery fiction or poetry. It seems I am a one note Johnny.

I canít explain this situation, since most of the time I am unable to focus my attention on any one thing for more than two to three minutes at any one time. I pride myself on being a multi-tasker; I can do any number of things poorly at a single sitting. But here, when I attempt to do one thing that I might have some small ability at, the task requires, no demands, my complete and undivided attention. When Iím really seriously into working at some aspect of the book I have begun, the outside world disappears and my focus is united and solidified to a remarkable degree. I am astounded.

It seems all I can do is admit the fault and do my best to live with it. So, I shall get back to the creation of a murder, fictional that is, and try, as best as I can, to keep you posted as to my progress. The final result, if not a published mystery, might at least be improvement of my character.

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Dear Ron,

I don't think it's a fault at all, but an ever present reality for some writers. I suffer from logorrheia, I can't not write, so if I'm not writing here I'm writing three dozen other places at a mile a minute. There is probably fifteen minutes of my waking day when I am not clutching pen, highlighter, or tapping at the keyboard. Even as I read books, I'm rewriting them in my head or in the margins.

But some writers are extremely laser-beam tight focused. That isn't a fault, it is who you are. Better to recognize that and use the three different outlets for the different purposes they serve. This one for when the ideas are kind of stopped up in your head for a moment and you just need to get started writing.

Anyway, thanks for sharing.

shalom,

Steven

P.S. What genre? Noir, Cozy, CSI/Forensics, Golden Age? There's a bazillion kinds of mystery and I like many of them. Some better than others.

Hi
My name is David Biner and I am an Australian and my daughter just emailed me the article about the passing of Wild Bill McGaw in September 2004.

In 1955 Bill came to Australia with the Hollywood Tournement of Thrills and I commenced working with them as a ramp hand.

After one of the Drivers "Buster Gunther" quit and went back to America I was suddenly promoted to a "Stuntman".

I travelled around Australia with the show and when the show ended I decided to go to America to join them and spent the whole of 1956 touring with the show. I was introduced as Dave "Curley" Biner from Sydney Australia.

I have very fond memories of Bill and the rest of the guys on the show as we spent 12 months travelling together.

I remember Bill's ranch style home at 11840 Chase Street, Northridge where I stayed on numerous occasions. It was as this house that six Government agents showed up to arrest me for working on a visitor's visa and it was Bill, with the help of a Congress Woman friend that I was granted a temporary services visa.

Please pass on my belated condolences to the family.

Regards

David Biner (Brisbane Australia)
November 11 2005

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