Sunday, May 17, 2015

An Update On What I Am Doing

So I finally got Come Into The Light published! Writing that one was rough! I believe part four will be my last Fairlight Novel. I haven't gotten any response at all in regard to it so far. 
Oh well. Anyway, after completing CITL, I got back into Juicy Fruits, but readers are inquiring about The Outlaw series. Now, JF is once again in limbo. 
I admit I love writing about Caine, Veronica, Brad and Janis, even Gerald. Until recently, I wasn't sure if I had an adequate audience to put off another series to work on part three. Readers this is where your feedback comes in. If you are enjoying a series let the writer know so she can put the story back on the front burner just to please you. All right, it pleases me as well (greatly in fact) to have a reason to revisit Gingerville before fall rolls back around.
Here's the trailer I made today for An Outlaw's Rhapsody, which will be out in July!

Also, I have a few novelettes and novellas in the works too. I plan to release a couple for Christmas. I've already made the covers which are a little different from what I normally do.  That's about it for now. Remember you are always welcome to comment on any post at any time. I'd love to hear from you.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Don't Forget About Mom. She Likes a Good Book Too!

Check out this video for a really nice special on five of my favorite titles just for Mother's Day!


Monday, April 20, 2015

Because The Rains Are Here...

"April Rain Song" by Langston Hughes

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain



An outstanding collection by my friend Cathy Jo for any season or reason.

The Rainwalkers by Denise Levertov
An old man whose black face
shines golden-brown as wet pebbles
under the streetlamp, is walking two mongrel dogs of dis-
proportionate size, in the rain,
in the relaxed early-evening avenue.

The small sleek one wants to stop,
docile to the imploring soul of the trashbasket,
but the young tall curly one
wants to walk on; the glistening sidewalkentices him to arcane happenings.

Increasing rain. The old bareheaded man
smiles and grumbles to himself.
The lights change: the avenue's
endless nave echoes notes of
liturgical red. He drifts

between his dogs' desires.
The three of them are enveloped -
turning now to go crosstown - in their
sense of each other, of pleasure,
of weather, of corners,
of leisurely tensions between them
and private silence.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015