I’ve been racking my brain all weekend trying to get some more story-line for the new novel, Smoke, after writing only the beginnining of chapter 1 last week.
Then I got this attachment from my friend Frank:
Frank sent this link to me because he is an astronomer. He’s also an engineer who has, somewhere along his 95-year orbital path, built a telescope or two after grinding the 6-inch lenses. In addition to being a smart tinkerer, he has spent years of his long life being a great singer from New Jersey, a model-airplane constructor, a sailor, husband (for a while) and father, and inventor. Frank lives at the apartment complex where I work as the maintenance guy.
Sometimes I think if we had more enterprising folks like Frank we wouldn’t be in such a dearth of employment opportunities. I wish the problem-solvers of this world could become as busy as Frank has been trying to make things work over his 95 years on our planet.
So don’t let the long link address above intimidate you. If you haven’t yet had a good view of what the Hubble telescope is scoping up there in earth orbit, check it out. It’s definitely a perspective-adjustment.
It certainly diverted my mind from:
…which is the starting point of my novel-in-progress. So far, I’ve got two characters, neither one of them are in the coronation pic above (Times of London, May 20,1937). But my two characters, Philip Marlowe and Nathan Wachov, are just a mile or two away, and trying to get to Trafalgar Square for a view of the new King’s return procession to Buckingham Palace.
Anyway, those Hubble shots from my friend Frank, linked above, changed my perspective on what appears to be the “Smoke” in our universe.
Smoke, the new novel-in-progress