Over the past week, I’ve had some interesting conversations regarding my post “Why Bother?” For those of you who don’t know, I try to write my blog posts a week or two in advance. Today is one of those days. When I wrote “Why Bother,” it wasn’t. That was what was on my mind at exactly that moment on that day. The same day it was published. Read more
If you aren’t aware, my first novel, The Red Dress, comes out next month. It’s a tale of murder, intrigue, and a private detective more interested in her romance novels than solving the case.
In fact, here’s the blurb!
Not everyone can run a private detective agency with their spouse, but Daniel Atwell loves working for his wife Stephanie Hawthorne. Sure, they make a great team, but he’d go crazy if he didn’t push her buttons occasionally.
Perhaps that’s why he agrees to meet with Andrea Swope, a selfish old girlfriend who wants help in curbing her husband’s infidelity. After rejecting her business, the pair think they are done with Andrea until they learn about her murder that same day in a botched robbery, kicking off a city wide manhunt.
Months later, the police are stumped and the grieving widower turns to Stephanie for answers. In short order, Daniel learns enough about his old flame that he wants to lead the lynch mob himself.
Yet, not everything is as it seems. Daniel soon has his hands full with a shady animal shelter and an uncooperative local political campaign. Now if he could only figure out what it all has to do with a certain missing red dress.
Enjoy and I’ll see everybody next month!
For a long while now, I’ve been wanting to return to talking about writing. For those of you who may not have followed my old blog back in the day, I used to spend a good deal of time talking about writing, the concepts behind it, and the creation of viable pieces of entertainment. Or at least, that is what I believed I was writing about. (For those of you interested in browsing the dusty corners of my old blog, here’s the link.) But at last, I feel that I have something to talk about regarding writing again.
The part of this blog that I dislike is that is all too often becomes a sounding board for my moods. More often than not, they aren’t pretty things with bright colors and bunting. And while they are not drab, they aren’t full of giggles and smiles. But then again, when I am having a good day, its rarely filled with giggles. My humor is too dry for that. Read more
I wish I had something to say. I really do. But, unfortunately, I’m too tired, too stressed out, too wrung out from this political season to be of much use to anyone. My wife is even worse off than I am. Both of us have, simply put, had too much and can’t even think straight. Read more