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.