Sorry for the hiatus. I'm in San Diego visiting family and haven't followed my normal routine. But I just wrote Chapter 4 of my novel, in case anyone's interested. Here's an excerpt:
"Checkmate," said Lionel.
I knocked over my king. "Yup... Wow... You're better than you used to be."
"I think harder than I used to. I'm more careful. I don't let my desires get the better of me. I think it's habits of minds I picked up as a businessman."
We were silent for a while. The neighborhood was asleep. Behind the row of houses opposite was the orange glow of a few streetlamps. Overhead, a full moon shone halfway up the sky. The wind rustled in the leaves.
"Mike, can I ask you something?" said Lionel.
"Sure, go ahead."
He waited for a while and looked at me.
"Do you believe in God?"
This is where the novel gets theological. I guess I get my idea that theology belongs in a novel from the Russians. The justification for that, I guess, is that belief and unbelief in God has to do with more than arguments, it has a context of character and life.