Farewell, Gramma! You will be missed…

When Gramma passed away Friday, Sept. 6, 2018, a realization hit home pretty hard. She was the last of my maternal figures that I knew, growing up. I must be hard on those who I've known as such.         My real mother, Betty Faye, left us in 1976.   Her mother, Frances, … Continue reading Farewell, Gramma! You will be missed…

Book now turned in for MFA creative writing program…

  Turned in my book for my MFA program last week. It's 295 pages with 18 original works of original fiction, three of which have already published elsewhere. Hoping to find a university press who might be willing to help me publish the entire collection...

Another story from my forthcoming book to be published…

Just got word from an editor at a literary magazine out of South Carolina that they'd like publish another piece I wrote. They'd like to place it in their upcoming October edition. This current offer is with an online magazine called Amarillo Bay, (so named to reflect the hometown locations the magazine's founders, one from … Continue reading Another story from my forthcoming book to be published…

The first book I authored is now a decade old…

The first book I wrote was a pictorial history I made as a paid writer for the organization.

Mr. Man Candy has gone live across the Midwest…

I always take him with a few grains of salt. Not too much. I mean, dude’s always been on the rotund side, and he’s got a heart condition, for Christ’s sake...

New story excerpt from: Chicken Hawk Down…. (Part 1)

https://bootsbarsmotorbikes.blogspot.com/2018/04/new-story-excerpt-from-chicken-hawk.html     "Drive!” the old man yelled, reaching inside the pickup cab to grab his weather-beaten .22 from the back window gun rack. He prattles something urgent sounding in Czech, before leaping the side-rail of the truck bed, Duke-boy style, and taking his place hunkered over the cab. “Hang on,” the old man tells … Continue reading New story excerpt from: Chicken Hawk Down…. (Part 1)

Let there be stories…

Draft 1 is more or less complete. Time to start honing, whittling, revising and rewriting...

Story Excerpt: One bad day can always get worse (Part II)…

Yesterday you met our good buddy Doug, who had a bit of a potty mouth, a bit of a problem with his neighbor, and a bit of a tussle in the yard. With a cop. A real cop, it turned out, not just one of those Rent-A-Cop wannabes like at the mall. Doug just assumed, … Continue reading Story Excerpt: One bad day can always get worse (Part II)…

Story Excerpt: One bad day can always get worse (Part 1)…

Once again, as a courtesy to friends and family not particularly fond of my blue language from time to time, I must once again beg your forgiveness and rate this with R. For the rest of you, though (let's hum a few bars and give that first bunch a chance to log out: Hmmm, hmm … Continue reading Story Excerpt: One bad day can always get worse (Part 1)…

Forty days and 40 nights…

That always seemed like one helluva long time to me, especially when you read about somebody like Noah, riding around with not just one but two rattlesnakes, cobras, skunks, scorpions, mosquitos, black widow spiders and those jackass hyenas, laughing at you every time you've got to clean a litter box. Which is almost constant, what … Continue reading Forty days and 40 nights…