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  • 5000 Miles, 1 Pizza, 2 Steaks, And The FBI…

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    Okee Dokee…

    I’m back from the tour and all the dirt… well, most of the dirt… is out there in my latest newsletter. For those of you who don’t already subscribe, or who have a service that rejects HTML emails, you can find it at:

    http://www.mrsellars.com/NL2008_03/RGI%20VOL6%20ISSUE3.htm

    Chock full of pictures and ramblings from the road… Hope you enjoy it!

    More to come…

    Murv

  • Ghosts…

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    In the 1986 Michael Mann film, Manhunter, based on Thomas Harris’ novel Red Dragon, there is a scene where a sting operation is being set up and one of the FBI agents says to Investigator Will Graham, “Let’s walk the route…” Basically, the idea was for them to walk the path Graham would be taking during the sting in order that he be familiar with it and hopefully not get himself killed.

    Well, I walked the route last night… Not the route Will Graham (William Petersen) walked in the movie…No, I walked the route Special Agent Constance Mandalay walked in the last pages of The End Of Desire. I’ll try not to give away too much, as I know some readers of my blog have yet to get their hands on TEOD, and are hoping it will be in their Yule stocking (Good luck to you on that – I’m pulling for you!)… Suffice it to say, I “walked the route.”

    The Saint Louis Zoo does in fact have a special light display every year at this time. It is called “Wild Lights”. And, each year as a family we go there, pay our modest admission, and wander around the zoo in the dark looking at all the wonderous displays. Hence, the reason (with some minor name changes) it was featured as part of the climax in The End Of Desire.

    Anyway, last night was our annual pilgrimage, and it was the first time I had been back to the display since writing TEOD (naturally). So, I walked Mandalay’s route…There was a crowd of folks, as usual, enjoying hot chocolate and the various light displays…But, for me, it was like moving slowly through a dream. The fictional scene replayed in my head, projecting itself onto the canvas of reality before me. Non-existent players in this world were suddenly very tangible, if only to my eyes and no one else’s.

    For a scant 30 minutes, fiction became reality in my own personal world.

    It was, to say the least, an interesting experience… Of course, we know that my characters talk to me all the time, so I suppose I should have expected it.

    Yeah, I’m pretty disturbed. But we already knew that, didn’t we? 

    More to come…

    Murv