More Random Musings from a writer.
On the second hottest day of the summer, I
opened an email query. Essentially, the writer wanted to know how one of my
plots had surfaced. I told him the truth. I couldn’t remember precisely, so I
temporized. Now, new plot ideas are flitting around.
So far, we’ve had a hot and fruitful summer and
now the days are shorter, rainy and colder. Is it out of the ordinary? I don’t
actually know. We seem to have attracted more birds than usual. Not long ago I
observed two hummingbirds, flying wing to wing like fighter planes in
formation. They roared in across the yard like a scene from one of those old
black and white films about dog fights during WWII. I was about to duck when
they diverted and whisked away overhead. Impossible to follow against the hot
blue sky. I think they were checking out the feeders, although I don’t expect
to find hummers at the seed feeders. Impertinent little buggers.
I sometimes like to read, relaxing on our deck.
One day I glanced up from the page to find a humming bird hovering about a foot
from my forehead. I am not hummingbird food. Did the bird want me to read it a
story? No hawks so far this summer, so when I sit outside in the heat to read,
the critters, aloft and underfoot show up. It isn’t me that attracts them, it’s
the seed and old bread. When the popcorn I supply to my writers’ critique group
grows stale, I cast small handfuls on our deck and lo, overnight it is gone.
Rabbits.
Crows sometimes visit. Since they are shy or
skittish, we rarely see them up close. Crows are fierce-looking creatures. It
is fun to watch them maneuver about the yard. First one or two sail silently to
perch up in the big pine. After a few minutes of observing the many cardinals,
finches, sparrows and woodpeckers in the yard, one makes a pass over the deck,
scattering the smaller birds to the bushes and sending chipmunks and red
squirrels under cover. The lead crow lands and struts about, picking up corn
and sunflower seeds. It lifts its head, eyes me through the glass of the
sliding door and calls. Its companion, waiting in the tree, repeats the call.
There is a raucous response from overhead and suddenly a dozen of the big
black, sharp-eyed avians are all over the yard, the trees, the grass, the deck.
Noisy, strutting, picking at seeds, flowers, grubs and worms in the long grass.
And overhead, maybe two hundred feet in the air a black crow circles, silently,
watching. It is obviously looking for danger. Two days ago I went into the yard
to move some trash to the compost. A crow high overhead began to cry. The calls
went on for the entire time I was in the yard, at least twenty minutes. I
wonder if the crows ever get hoarse.\ Time passes. The lookout notices
something. What, I don’t know. These are urban crows, used to traffic and close
human interactions. The circling crow dips a wing, sends out a loud call, and
the dark flock rises almost as a single creature and swiftly departs for places
unseen. Plot points abound.
I recall some of our encounters with gulls on
the seas and lakes where we sailed. It was not unusual for a gull to roost on
the gunwale or cabin of our sailboat for several minutes as we went along,
hitching a ride for a time.
The crows will be back, and meanwhile, the
populace of smaller birds and the unwinged return to their feast. The scene suggests
a story plot. I noodle it a bit and make a note for reference. A robin,
thrashing about in a basin, reminds me it’s time to refresh the birdbaths.
Now, fall has descended and the days are
shorter, colder and at times more depressing. But winter with sparkling crisp
snow and ice will soon appear, and the cycle will renew. Its time to start a
new book.
Author Bio
Before he became a mystery writer and reviewer, Carl Brookins was
a counselor and faculty member at Metropolitan State University in Saint Paul,
Minnesota. Brookins and his wife are avid recreational sailors. He is a member
of Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and Private Eye Writers of
America. He can frequently be found touring bookstores and libraries with his
companions-in-crime, The Minnesota Crime Wave.
He writes the sailing adventure series featuring Michael Tanner and Mary
Whitney. The third novel is Old Silver. His new private
investigator series features Sean NMI Sean, a short P.I. The first is titled The
Case of the Greedy Lawyers. Brookins received a liberal arts degree
from the University of Minnesota and studied for a MA in Communications at
Michigan State University.
http://www.carlbrookins.com/
@carlbrookins
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Come and enjoy a time of conversation with
author Carl Brookins as he talks about translating his sailing adventures to
fiction and creating fictional characters that feel like old friends. Brookins
is a member of Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and Private
Eye Writers of America. He can frequently be found touring bookstores and
libraries with his companions-in-crime, The Minnesota Crime Wave.
