This post was going to be about how the US Secret Service formed on June 4, waaaay back in 1778, which impressed the hell out of me. The idea that a country that was still forming, when the British and French were still firing flintlocks and muskets at each other, military strategy was advanced enough to foresee the need for a formal secret service…wow.
I had two different sources that told me that date.
Of course, my grasp of US history is not nearly as strong as someone who was born and raised there, so I did further research and fact-checking in order to write the post, including the official US Secret Service website. Which is hiliariously ironic, when you think about it. A public website for a secret service.
But I digress.
The very official website states the service was formed in 1865, four days after the end of the civil war.
I figure the Secret Service knows when it formed itself best, so I scrapped the original post, and decided to catch up on what I’ve been reading lately. It’s been a while.
Alas, not so many hunks and studs have littered my path.
Rejected fiction books aplenty, though. I don’t think I have sucessfully finished a single fiction title I have started in months. It’s been a very dry spell. I’m over due to fall in love with another series. And another hero(es).
What’s on my readers and in my briefcase:
Lights, Camera, Fiction! by Alfie Thompson, is a book for novelists that takes basic screenwriting techniques and applies them to novel-writing. As some of my major leaps forward in craft occurred after I started to learn the art of screenwriting, this book is a condensed revision course for me.
Bonded in Brazil – a contemporary romance by indie author Rhiannon Ellis. I’ve just started this. The premise looks…interesting. I’ve always had a weak spot for the cliched Mills & Boon style overbearing millionaire protector plots, but it’s been years since I read one. Let’s see if this one delivers the goods.
Machiavelli, Marketing and Management. This is not light summer reading, but it’s fascinating all the same. I picked it up because of the marketing side of it — linked up with Machiavelli made it almost irresistible. I will be a while digesting this, though.
The Unicorn’s Daughter by Norma Beishir. I love, love, love conspiracies. No, I’m not paranoid in the slightest (who said I was? Who said it?). This one looks great, and I can ‘t wait to dig into it. I haven’t cracked the cover yet, but the cover was part of the reason I grabbed it. It reminded me sharply of The Reluctant Agent.