Dad, the rampant writer

You know rampant, right? Ever thought about the origins or the wordstring of it? Rampage comes to mind. I like it. It fits. Except for the violent aspect of Webster's definition, Dad is on the rampage. He is writing like a wild man. Like a madman. Like a banchee. Like a forest fire on the wind. Oops, I think I am getting carried away here.

Anyhow, Dad is writing like crazy. He has 3 novels in his head right now. And he's working on each of them every day. There's the one that is very nearly finished and in need of fine tuning -- Crow Woman on Deadman.

The one that he wrote over 10 years ago, and just needs some updating and revision--Dragons of Fire. Or as I call it, John Wayne and the chinese maiden.

And the new one. The one that has no name yet, but is percolating in his head day and night. The one where he comes in and sits down and says, I'm afraid we have to kill Jesse. Rachel Rodriquez's little brother Jesse. Oh, and the horse. We have to have the old guy on the porch shoot Virgil's broken down horse. For kindness, to put the old nag out of its misery. And how about some flirting. Or, as I called it, sexual tension.

I think we are going to go to Cody today. And take some pictures. And do some research. That's our new category... for just about everything we do these days...research. If we are watching a movie, it's research. You know, listening to dialogue, noting the scenery and transferring it into words, and studying interactions. And reading. It's more than reading now, it's noticing the phrasing, the conversation, the punctuation, and chapter separations. And driving about. Dad says he has to take more pictures. His latest novel is set in Greybull, so we're going to have to go to Greybull and take pictures of the old railroad and the hills, etc, so he can get it right. Research. I like it.

Oh, it's interesting living with a writer.