Before the advent of photography in the late 1800s, nobody knew if all four of a horse's hooves came off the ground at the same time during a gallop. They were too fast for the human eye to perceive. English-American photographer Eadweard Muybridge put the question to rest in 1878 with a set of photos called "The Horse in Motion." True story! Barrel racing action from the 2019 Hamel Rodeo, Corcoran, MN.
“Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen.” – Louis L’Amour
(I took this photo at Utah's Dead Horse Point State Park, which is where many of the exteriors were shot for HBO's Westworld.)
Essential info from writer Chuck Wendig on avoiding one-star reviews from gun experts.
(By the way, that's the replica Peacemaker I keep at my desk when I'm working on the Ghost Marshal novels.)
This is great advice for learning how to write, and for living a full life:
“The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”–Ernest Hemingway
I used to teach a course at Concordia University in St. Paul, Minnesota, about the power of mythology and how authors can tap into it to make their stories resonate with readers. Here’s what I told my students on the first day of class:
Westerns just keep on riding along. A nice article from The Guardian.
James Butler “Wild Bill” Hickok was murdered by the cowardly Jack McCall 140 years ago in Deadwood, Dakota Territories. His funeral notice in the Black Hills Pioneer read: Died, in Deadwood, J.B. Hickok, (Wild Bill) formerly of Cheyenne, Wyoming. Funeral services will be held at Charles Utter’s Camp, on Thursday afternoon, August 3, 1876, at 3 o’clock, P.M. All are respectfully invited to attend.
Wild Bill was buried at Ingleside Cemetery, a nice spot on the mountain overlooking Deadwood. Because the real estate at Ingleside was so valuable to a growing Deadwood, Hickok’s body, along with all the other residents of the boneyard, were reinterred a couple years later farther up the mountain at Mount Moriah Cemetery, where Wild Bill rests to this day.
Wild Bill’s headboard, provided by his best friend Colorado Charlie (Charley) Utter, reads: “Wild Bill–J.B. Hickock. Killed by the assassin Jack McCall in Deadwood Black Hills. August 2nd 1876. Pard we will meet again in the Happy Hunting ground to part no more. Good Bye–Colorado Charlie C.H. Utter.”
Rest in peace, Wild Bill.
Here’s a nice article on how the Western genre has become fun again, thanks to an influx of writers willing to break the genre conventions. The old-timers won’t like the supernatural aspects, but I think it’s terrific. And Ghost Marshal has seen an uptick in sales, so yay!