Two Sentence Tuesday

I've had a pretty darn good writing month (so far) in January. I’m happily stuck in the 1880s with my anti-hero Cash Laramie and his partner, Gideon Miles. The following two lines are from my just finished short story titled "Cash Laramie and the Painted Ladies."

Cash snaked back, kicked in the remnants of the door with both feet, and fired off a flurry of lead from his Colt. One slug opened a dark hole in Dice's forehead, slamming the would-be assassin back against the bed where he remained draped over the edge.

I am working on a few other Cash & Miles adventures with other writers and once they're done I will have twelve of these in the can. Now I am dedicated to finishing the novel tentatively titled SHOWDOWN AT LARK’S PASS.

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In 2011 I have decided to read some classics that until now have escaped me. I'm halfway through THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY by Oscar Wilde. Two lines:

"The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself. The reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown in it the secret of my own soul."

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