Drawn to Water

At left, an mill pond from New Hampshire.

I'm using a pond in a story underway to drown a couple of boys. They are merely victims in the story and die from their own efforts. It's harder to swim across one of these than you'd think.

I like water in stories. I like The Lady in the Lake by Raymond Chandler. It is a classic "identity assumption" story which I suppose works less well in today's highly documented environment.

I've had several thoughts lately about the nearly-constant connection in our current world. I have a story around the issue. Time for a second draft.

I walk around with a smartphone nearly always in "airplane mode." I return calls once a day, though I respond to email twice in the morning and twice in the afternoon.

"Your clients," you say. What about your clients? They're served very nicely in this fashion. I'm not however in sales. I'm an "expect" and provide specific sorts of services. There's no need for the constant communication, constant connection.

Rare, I know. May daughter cannot believe that I'm not reachable most of the time. "What if something happens?"  What if it does? Hardly the case that I'm the linchpin in a global effort to repulse an alien attack.

Opps - gotta go. There are some suits at the door and a bunch of flashing lights. I think a helicopter is landing.

Write something while I'm away. Feature water in the story.