As I wrote before (HERE), I like to read short stories before hitting the sack. There's the aspect of the "blue light" and sleep soundness, there's the relaxation and calmness that comes from reading, plus there's that feeling of completion at the end of the day of finishing a little story.
Sadly, I'm a bit tired of Alfred Hitchcock stories, which is too bad cause I have about 200 of his books of short story collections on my bookshelf. So I went ahead and switched horses midstream.
So I went back to an old fave (see HERE). Nothing better than a good ole Louis L'Amour western for simplicity, brevity, and decent writing. The first line for this series of short stories is:
Heat lay like the devil's curse upon the slow-moving heard, and dust clouded above and around them. The eyes of the cattle were glazed and the grass beneath their feet was brown and without vigor or life-giving nourishment.
Come on, "Heat lay like the devil's curse . . . " that's great stuff.
I know a while back I wrote about retirement and Costa Rica (see HERE). There's another version of my retirement I see. Living in a house in the mountains in New Mexico or Northern Arizona, a lake or river nearby and within sight of the house and the porch. Churning out novels, sure, but also short stories and following in the footsteps of Louis L'Amour. All of his novels are short stories really, fun, quick, black and white, and just deep enough to make them worthwhile. Who wouldn't want to have writing something like that a hobby or past-time?
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