Will iconic images recorded in the grooves of an ancient vase unite the Holy Land or rip it further apart?

THE VASE

A novel by Mark M. DeRobertis

Muhsin Muhabi is a Palestinian potter, descended from a long line of potters. His business is run from the same shop owned by his ancestors since the day his forebears moved to Nazareth. The region's conflict saw the death of his oldest son, and rogue terrorists are in the process of recruiting his youngest in their plot to assassinate the Pope and Israeli prime minister.

Professor Hiram Weiss is an art historian at Nazareth’s Bethel University. He is also a Shin Bet operative on special assignment. With the help of fellow agent, Captain Benny Mathias, he plans to destroy the gang responsible for the death of his wife and only child. He puts a bomb in the ancient vase he takes on loan from Muhsin’s Pottery Shop.

Mary Levin, the charming assistant to the director of Shin Bet, has lost a husband and most of her extended family to recurring wars and never-ending terrorism. She dedicates her life to the preservation of Israel, but to whom will she dedicate her heart? The brilliant professor from Bethel University? Or the gallant captain who now leads Kidon?

Harvey Holmes, the Sherlock of Haunted Houses, is a Hollywood TV host whose reality show just flopped. When a Lebanese restaurant owner requests his ghost-hunting services, he believes the opportunity will resurrect his career. All he has to do is exorcise the ghosts that are haunting the restaurant. It happens to be located right across the street from Muhsin’s Pottery Shop.




Monday, June 25, 2012

Will Send Edits Today

Talk about dedicated to your craft. I spent the entire week going over and applying most of those edits, and I only wanted to spend Friday or at the most, Saturday revising those two paragraphs on page three which is the first page of chapter one.

But I condensed two paragraphs into one, and every time I thought I was done, it turned out I wasn't. I kept being dissatisfied when I came back to it. You see, I learned a long time ago not to be quick on the trigger. That would mean the "send" button. And every time I thought I had nailed that paragraph, I decided to take an hour off, watch a movie, or go eat lunch, and come back to it. But that's when I didn't like it. So I must have written that paragraph a hundred times and a hundred different ways this weekend.

So here it is late Sunday night, and I think I nailed it again. But I won't sent it to Sherry, my editor, yet. I'll wait until I read it tomorrow morning. If it still sounds good, then I'll send it. Man, and I thought I'd be done Friday night. That's Okay. Monday morning will do. I hope. Fingers crossed.

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