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Games, Books and Power Plants

    Hey, everyone. There is a warming trend in the southeastern U.S. today, thank goodness. The other night we had about an inch of sleet in ten minutes. It was the hardest sleet downpour I've ever seen. It gets very noisy when sleet hits the dead leaves, believe me.
    I have been very busy with Notch 6, my latest western about the gunman, Cedric Gant. I finished it and am currently preparing it for publication on Amazon and Smashwords.
     This morning I looked through my songbooks and found the music to I Will Always Love You. I played it and sang along, thinking about Whitney Houston. By the way, I'd like to thank the nice lady for her comments on the post I did about Whitney. Thanks for reading the blog.
   There has been a bit of a dry spell in IOS games that are coming out. I have not been too fired up about any new games lately. This gives me the opportunity to go back and conquer some of those games that I am stuck on. Last night I revisited Modern Combat 2, Black Pegasus. This is a good game but I have been stuck on it for months. I am at the part where the enemy is in a tank. He is shooting at me, as are some foot-soldiers. I must alternate between two weapons, two fights, and I find this difficult. I shall persevere, at least until I delete the darn thing.
     I am reading a hardcover book which I recieved for Christmas. It is Those in Peril by the action writer extraordinaire, Wilbur Smith. I am very much enjoying this thriller about a young woman who has been kidnapped by terrorists. Her mother, and a ruthless security specialist, move heaven and earth to get the young woman back. Nobody does action like Wilbur Smith. Not even me. I will do a full book review on this when I finish it.
  Yesterday, I downloaded a free game called Steamscope HD. In this game you guide yourself through a bunch of steam tunnels by tilting your I-Pad. There are hazards to avoid and the graphics are exceptional. I found that this game brought back memories of the years that I worked in power plants. I thought about crawling through tight spots, hot spots, places where you could get crushed if you were between two pipes when one of them moved. That is called pipe-whip. When a pipe has a sudden flow of water or steam, it can move several inches. Also, if there is a high pressure steam leak, it can cut you in half. I am almost certain that stuff like that is not included in this game. Hopefully. Superheated steam is invisible. In the old days, powerhouse guys would walk around the turbine and hold a broom in front of them. If the broom caught on fire, you'd know there was a steam leak.
     One more thing on gaming. We just bought the latest in the series of match three games called Treasures of Montezuma 3. We have had all three of this series and we like them. This version has nice graphics and gameplay. I must say that I don't like the fact that this version is timed. I prefer not to be timed in my gaming. I don't like pressure. Ha, ha. How do those writers deal with having to have a book out every three months or whatever. A publisher calling and harping about deadlines. Yuck.
    Well, there's the update on my boring and busy life. That, reader, is an odd combination.
   From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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