I was having breakfast with a writer friend of mine this morning and we were talking about how the stories and characters we create surprise us sometimes. You just never know what those darn characters are going to do next. You plan and plan then the story just takes on a will of its own. It’s fun to watch all that unfold. It is kind of like being the first reader of the story even though you are creating it. A song by Chris Isaak was at the root if the current book I’m writing. Bit’s and pieces of the ideas in the song simmered in my head then came out as a story called The Legends of the End. Here is the original version of the song and another artists take. Enjoy…
Last week I spoke to the challenges that I was facing. Be assured I didn’t list all of them and also be assured that many of the challenges I face seem trivial in the light of what I observe others dealing with. Truth is I’m a blessed man. I spent the last eleven weeks attending the Citizen’s Police Academy hosted by the Kansas City Missouri Police Department.
I’m nearing the launch of what has become book one of the Robin Randle Stories. The one thing I hadn’t received yet was the copyright registration information. So, I go to the copyright.gov website and ask them when they think I might hear back on the copyright registration. When I wrote this book, I had no idea that I would ever write a second one around Robin Randle so when I registered the book it was titled The Robin Randle Stories.
What a week this has been. Thanksgiving is already done and its only the 23rd of November. Patti and I were in Chicago over the weekend to see our daughter who lives up there. The day before we came home, we realized Thanksgiving was this week! We both thought it was next week. After a […]
I think the last time I blogged (what a word) I was complaining about how I couldn’t get my writing on track. Frustrating. I’m happy to report that things are working again. I’m now nearing the end of Part 1 of my latest novel. I’m currently over 81,000 words so things are good. I have to admit that it was a real struggle to get things sorted out.