I want to let everyone know where I am with the second Robin Randle story. I struggled to get to the finish-line on this novel. Lots of reasons. I knew what had to happen in the end but I didn’t understand the how of how things got there. It took me awhile to sort that […]
If I’m bringing you along for the ride then I should at least start at the birth of the Robin Randle Stories. At the time I was struggling, to put it lightly, with delayed onset Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The personal particulars aren’t important but what is important is the fact that PTSD is an indescribable thing. I can’t come up with the words that would impart to you the full scope of what it is like to be trapped inside yourself not knowing who the hell you are anymore. At the time I was working on a project I call Mercy Lake. I still want to develop that story but what happened was Robin Randle. She was supposed to be a waitress at a diner in the town of Mercy Lake. I didn’t feel she was going to become a major character in the story but I was having a hell of a time defining who she was at all.
Finally it’s here. The Madness of Robin Randle is available now at Amazon in both print and Kindle editions. It has been a journey. I have to thank my daughter Elizabeth for creating an amazing cover. It is a wonderful watercolor painting. I will make reproductions of this piece of art available for purchase sometime in the near future.
I had to make a hard choice. I was about 10,000 words in on part two of the book I’m writing called Legends of the End. Things had run off the rails. I stopped and read it all and found I was writing in circles. Very disturbing when you think you know where things are going. I realized that what I hadn’t done was account for the changes I’d made to end of part one. I mean who would have thought, right?
I have always loved magic. There’s nothing better than watching a good magic trick. It was a hobby for me growing up. I still have my E-Z Magic catalog from those days along with several of the tricks I bought as a kid. It’s depressing to see these old tricks labeled vintage on e-bay. Guess […]