Tuesday, May 29, 2012


I was sitting in a restaurant the other day when I noticed two couples sitting at a booth. They were older people probably in their fifties or sixties, certainly old enough to know better. One of the women was texting while the other had somehow fixed her phone between two fingers of the same hand that was holding her fork. I'm not kidding. I don't even know how she did it. She was sticking the fork into her food, putting into her mouth while she gazed at her phone. At one point, one of the women asked the other one a question. That other one never even looked up from her texting. At least, she answered her, speaking in broken sentences and not taking her eyes away from her phone.

I read once that this is becoming an epidemic of pure rudeness. The writer of the article suggested that we turn off our phones when we are in the company of others. If, by chance, you are expecting a very important phone call, he suggested that you inform the others at the table and place your phone nearby. Most people can understand special circumstances such as this, but most have a real problem sitting with someone who is busy with someone else.

Think about it. If the tables were turned and you were the one exposed to such rudeness, wouldn't you be a bit upset?

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Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Sunlight poured through the dusty window sending ghostlike shadows onto the floor. A gentle breeze sent soft curtains swaying hypnotically back and forth. Somewhere outside, the mournful sounds of cicadas drifted across the morning air. A young woman lay naked on the bed, the sheets pulled back and half-lying on the floor. Beads of sweat trickled across her moist body spilling over her side and disappearing into the already soaked bed.

It was the second year of a drought that had turned the once lush and fertile farmlands of that part of the country into a barren wasteland. Clouds of dust swirled across the vast fields of bull thistle and ragweed. Deep fissures snaked, aimlessly, across the concrete-like earth giving it an eerie, almost unearthly appearance.

Rusted springs screeched as the young woman swung her legs around and sat on the edge of the bed. It had been a long night, a long restless night. She couldn’t remember the last time she had slept the entire night. She ran her fingers through her long blond hair. It was soaked with sweat but felt good in the soft breeze from the open window.

She got to her feet and walked slowly over to the window. The breeze felt good on her bare stomach. She lifted the window as far as it would go. The warm morning air cooled as it caressed her sweaty body. She arched her back and stretched waking her tired muscles to another day.

Jessie peered out the window, across the barren front lawn to the dirt road that ran in front of their farm. She smiled. An older pick up truck was stopped in the road, its motor idling as if it were ready to leap forward at a moment’s notice. More than likely it was teenage boys. Wasn’t the first time. Seemed like they were always out there snooping around, hoping to see something. Good thing for them Frank didn’t see them. He’d surely take a shotgun after them. She turned slowly around to give them the full view, then disappeared from sight. Tires spun sending gravel flying in the air.

The cold shower felt good. It seemed to refresh, almost nourish her. She turned slowly under the showerhead letting the cold water splash over her body until goose bumps appeared. She stepped out of the shower, and, without drying herself with a towel, slipped on a pair of frayed denim shorts and a man’s tee shirt. She walked down the hallway to the kitchen leaving wet footprints behind.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012


It's been a long time in the works, but Summer Heat is now available in paperback form through Amazon. It will be available for Kindle in the near future. The idea came to me while driving home from visiting kids and grandkids in Michigan nearly six years ago. The best ideas come to me when my brain is idle, and that's what happens when I drive for 3 straight hours. This idea hung around in my head for many years, and when that happens, I'm pretty certain it will be worth writing the novel.

I hope you enjoy this one. I know I got a kick out of writing it. It has sex, murder and a bit of a racial thing as well. What more could you ask for. Let me know what you think. My email address is in the Contact thingy.


Book Description

April 17, 2012
When she was 17, there wasn’t a man alive she would let get near her, and when she was 18, there wasn’t a man she would keep away. She stood five feet seven inches tall, weighed one hundred twenty pounds, her green eyes sparkled like brilliant cut emeralds, her inviting full lips always ruby red and moist. Women universally hated her, men continued to hold doors for her long after she passed by - just to watch her walk away. To imply that Jessie exuded sex would be an understatement, akin to inferring that water was wet. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the men in Steam Corners wanted her, but she only wanted one man, Spencer Deacon. He was everything that she was not, even-tempered, amicable, well respected and kind. The one thing that Spencer didn’t want was Jessie, and his firm and undeniable rejections infuriated her. What followed was a series of sordid events involving murder, deceit, betrayal and the conviction of an innocent man.

Product Details

  • Paperback: 212 pages
  • Publisher: Outer Banks Publishing Group (April 17, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0982993110
  • ISBN-13: 978-0982993118
  • Product Dimensions: 8 x 5 x 0.5 inches