July 5th: Do I live under a jinxed sign? I think that must be it. Yesterday spent the day with daughter Carrie and her partner Chris. Chris is a great hand at the grill. We had to beat a parade to town, however, which went past their house and I made the mistake of taking the wrong exit off the 294. We got there, after a few wrong turns and a wrong address in the GPS, and a road block we had to wait to clear. Then Chris needed more charcoal, so I worried about going for it, but Carrie knew the roads, of course, and when we got back, we wondered where did all the people go? Parade couldn't be over that fast. Come to find out there was an active shooter at nearby Highland Park, shooting at people from a rooftop. 6 dead, many injured, he was on the loose for 7 hours. All 4th celebrations were cancelled in the area. I got tired of sitting in the house though and wanted a walk, so Carrie came with me. The streets were really quiet. Some kids riding by on bikes tell us to be careful, there's an active shooter loose. What were they doing out there? Nice walk though, it had just rained a little earlier. When we got back we learned he'd been caught. Another radical right white weirdo. Rains continued though. Joe drove halfway home and we watched fireworks, both natural and manmade. When I took over, it was dark, road construction and road a lot of the way. I'm just lucky, I guess. When I got home I got embroiled in a gun rights argument at Twitter, with the expected results, of course. Chipmunk still loose.
July 4th: Sad that people aren't digging my gun laws/Supreme Court blog more. Lots of truth there. That's really all I look for in the world, the truth. It's not my way versus your way. I got into it at Twitter, too, about how Trump should not be allowed to run again because he's been the only president (not candidate, president), who has refused to accept the results of a legally conducted election. He's made the US look llike a banana republic. And yet people talk about him running again? Oh, people argue with me that Democrats do that all the time. Nonense. Name one other president who was a sore loser.
You know, I was thinking about what life is all about. Is it eating, sleeping and waiting to die? Is that all it is? Married to my husband, it appears that's how I've counted the days lately. Lucky I've been absorbed in my edit of Journal of an Undead: Climax, where my main character, T. Louise, had those thoughts as well. "A normal life? What was a normal life? Eating, sleeping, waiting to die? No, life was more than that. Life was a sense of adventure, of tackling the unknown, of learning and discovering, every day, so much that you forget to eat, forget to sleep. Life was giving birth with love and ability and knowing that you'd do anything for them, even if it meant sharing them with immortality. Doesn't she want that for her children?" Well, you'll have to read the book to see how THAT goes. Anyway, I made a deal with him, I'm going with him tomorrow to Madison if he goes with me Saturday to Lake Geneva, where, if he's along, we can park in handicapped and not have to pay. Means I have to buy two folding chairs now, I think.
And goodbye Facebook. I'm truly sorry I'm just not strong enough.
July 3rd: What a lovely day for a bike ride yesterday was. I think, too, it helped that I worked out the day before. Never thought of conditioning myself, but it seemed to make me less tired after I got home. But I did work four hours at the art center, which is where I rode the bike to. Across the street, there are bike racks, and then I found a different route home, which allowed me to get uphill without having to walk up. Had an interesting fellow at the center. He told me that the Ho-Chunk might not be building that casino here in Beloit after all. He said the land they built years ago is now next to a sewer plant. And then he doesn't think their casinos overall are doing that well. Also, since Beloit is bought and paid for buy a rich Republican woman, she thought nothing of changing the traditional baseball team's name from Snappers (there's a rich native history here on Turtle Creek) to Sky Carp, which has no meaning whatsoever. Of course she can do that -- she built the whole big frigging stadium for them. Also was visited there by a gal I was in Inherit the Wind with. Glad I told her she looked familiar! She gave me a couple of tips when I told her I was into writing plays now, and gave me her library contact for the art center to use to have fliers put up. Turns out she was pivotal in helping the art center get established here back in 1999. Pretty cool day there, overall, though I couldn't get the internet to work. Finished watching Stranger Things. What a waste of time, but the cast is good. And I guess now we have a chipmunk running around in the basement. Fun times ahead.
July 2nd: My new blog research left me horrified. See what you think about what's happening in our country today, thanks to the anomaly we call Trump. And people have the nerve to support him for another run? There is such a thing as common decency in our world, after all. But if you have to win by cheating, of what value is the win? Anyway the topic most horrifying is this eroding of state's rights by the federal government being run by the Supreme Court currently. It's about as tricky as something can be, and I know some will say, well, Biden plans to stop state's rights with abortion. I agree we should let the voters decide on these issues, and if you don't like what your state is doing, vote them out or move to another state. Right. Easier said than done, but it's easier than moving to another country. When all states rights are gone, that's the only option left.
Hoping some of my Facebook friends visit and chat here. I'm going to miss them. I expect I'll delete it on July 4th. Perfect, right? It's a site where it's just too easy to go off "half-cocked," if you get my drift. And I'm someone who has no one to talk to. Better no one than unrestricted. I even unfriended my sisters there because they were never "liking" my posts and they were liking my brother's and our cousins. I'm just too sensitive, I guess. Even my son tended to ignore me there. Yesterday was simply working, getting things done. Climax is a complex novel and is taking time, but I want to get each chapter right before I move on to the next. Working so far. What do you think of The Boys? I hate seeing Billy Butcher acting that way. Especially when he was suddenly so apologetic.
July 1st: The start of the new, with much to anticipate. There's the home inspection, the body inspection, the first book fest in years, and maybe a new job to start. Yes, I got an interview with Kwik Trip, and I guess I'm more excited than I should be. I love being in public. Jobs are like performances to me. My problem with these volunteer jobs is I don't feel I fit. I get that way with jobs, too. A fish outta water, that's me, always gulping for the right things to say and do. Oh, not always. I was in my element at Nino's for quite a while, and Easter Seals, until they moved, although that job started weird because I had to go and yell at the lady training me because she was being a you know what about leaving, I think. Machickanee Players was a home to me for several years. They thought I got uppity when I got my first role in Green Bay, which for me wasn't a fair assessment. Some of this FOOW feeling might come from being left behind when my mom moved my brothers and sisters to Phoenix. I became a FOOW in my own family. Feel that way with my kids now, too, why I spent three days with gut aches. Like that? Fish outta water - FOOW? Anyway, some hopes for July, we'll see how it goes. Joe did take the Covid test and is negative, I feel fine so I don't feel like spending the $9. It doesn't pay to be paranoid about thinking you're sick, in my mind, anyway. I'm masking for a while in public, though, to protect others, and myself, in case I am compromised. GET READY for a new blog tomorrow analyzing SCOTUS and gun laws.
June 30th: Gave up on ServPro, have now scheduled a home inspection. He can look for signs of water damage, recommend a mold test, tell us if our carpeting needs replacement and a whole host of other things. If he can't find the damage after we shampoed the area, then we'll cancel the claim. And we'll find a better insurance agent. It's that simple. If you're on Twitter, don't be pulled in by people claiming to be Brad Pitt and Scott Eastwood, among others. They would not spend time with people like us, as much as we'd like to believe they would. And my final lesson of the day? No more ladders! For either of us. I applied at Kwik Trip. But at my age, I really don't care if they hire me. I removed the blog I earlier posted because I got a really wickedly negative comment on it. I don't mean to offend anyone. These are all thoughts we all have. Actually, I did expect some would become offended, but I'm not into having hate on my blog, as I meet it enough in my personal life. Maybe I don't know what's best. But really, does anyone? So ... enough. It's hard enough to be a historian, to hear people hating on people in history when they were simply living their time, but to be unable to reflect on it? Or on divisiveness in society without any way to address it? Enough. I could have responded to the comment but the person obviously was not interested in an open conversation. And signed anonymous. If anyone wants to read it, and can promise to have an open mind, let me know and I'll send it to you.
June 29th: Hard to say goodbye. I'm trying to do that at Facebook but I'm sure I'll miss some people. I'll definitely miss the friendships, but things have been going downhill for me there for quite a while. I even unfriended my own two sisters. Found out two family members I was celebrating at Bay Beach with last week came down with Covid. I'll be masking up for a while, not much doing in public except the Art Center three days in a row, so that's where I'll mask up, and the grocery store, as usual. Not getting the test, though, unless I have symptoms. HATE that test, and darn it, I've had four shots so far. Rates of infection in that county and in mine are low right now. Maybe that just means people aren't getting tested.
June 28th: A can of red wine is way too much wine to drink in one sitting. I don't know where in the Mod Pizza world someone thought it was a good idea. Oh, maybe it's just me. Maybe other people can handle it. But it IS really good, I was surprised. We spent the day in Madison yesterday for Joe's two appointments. I went in to his second appointment, which was to analyze test results from the first. A bit alarming, I have to say. Watching him answer his doctor's questions and try really hard to keep my mouth shut. But there were times he was confusing them. Got to the point where the doctor kept looking at me for 'translation' only because Joe was really trying hard to prove he was worse off than he is. But I think the doctors really should have started out saying his heart tested out fine. It's almost like they were trying to psych him out. Based on what he said (not heart related), they thought maybe he shouldn't be driving anymore. Whew. We really need to move to Madison. Or Green Bay. I wish I could get my kids' support. Sorry I can't add photos of Bay Beach. My site doesn't like my camera shots, says they're too large.
June 27th: This is one of my cheap (under 10) payment months of sales from two months ago. I have not sold a Bonanza novel in two months and that one is typically what sells internationally, too. So what gives? People around the world hating on the U.S. again? Maybe the cowboy mentality we still have today that we shouldn't have and that makes us a laughing stock? Bonanza tends to pick up new fans every day, so I'm at a loss. I do have stock, too, mostly of Mystic Fire, though, that I'll hopefully sell at the July 9th Lake Geneva event. I hope I see some of you there. I have a publisher willing to see Climax when edited so I have to get back to a final edit on that one, though I put off Of Gods and Friends to finish a new version (yet again) of Dinner at Marshall Fields. I love how it turned out. Much better than the assassin storyline. I really must not let Joe join me at artifact shows, he's much too big a distraction for me. I missed stuff there because he was bored and wanted to leave. I am a little annoyed that people know I need to log copper and yet don't tell me they're holding out on me. I'm on Twitter now - be sure to friend @BebowBooks. This is also the name of my new web domain, if ever I can get working on that website. Once I quit Facebook I'll have to be more active at Bonanza Boomers. I need to get a new blog out there. Have added more to my document list, to check out some of my older blogs. Go reread my abortion blog. Good stuff there. I sent in my absentee ballot - be sure when filling out the outside envelope, after the witness signs, that you add their address. My envelope didn't highlight that part.
June 25th: Well, I've done it again. Got put in Facebook jail. You'd think I'd know better, but I'm just getting a little tired of the climate of censorship over there. What I say is not near as bad as what I've seen at times. In response to the reversal of Roe V Wade, I simply wrote the title of a John Lennon song. Well, of course, now they've made me afraid to write the title of that particular John Lennon song.
June 24th: What can one say about three days with one's three kids? Always loved us together when they were growing up. They were three parts of the same family. They still are! But that family has gotten bigger, that's all. Yesterday we got to see EllieRose again with their parents when they drove again to Green Bay to have lunch at their favorite Kavarna. This time I made sure I got a photo of the two girls standing with me so I can see how big they get each time we visit. Who knows when we'll see them again. I told Joe I don't think we can go through the airline difficulties they had getting here, so we should hop a train, but with two cats we'll have to take separate trips because that'll double the length of time we'll be gone. I do want to take a train to Santa Fe this year, if I get the chance to go. I think I'm in a better place to make contacts, with two copper books published now. People can actually see what I'm doing. Anyway, Adam accused me again of liking Ben best, which is silly because I'm a Cartwright mom. There's just something about the youngest, I guess. But I could never EVER choose who to saving from a burning fire. Plus I am the recipient of the least amount of love from my mother, so I could never do that to my kids. Odd, to me, is how they insist I'm the one who needs therapy, not Joe. That's a laugh. It's possible that if I get therapy to keep me from being such a loser that maybe I'll decide I don't have to stay in this marriage. Hey, anything's possible with therapy. I could lose my interest in writing. I can't take up crocheting or any work like that because my hands can't make those intricate gestures. I'm lucky I can still type! Which is why I'm trying to hurry through my materials -- I don't know how long that'll last. I don't mind having someone to talk out my depression in life, but no amount of talking changes it. I'm sure the therapist will say things like "just focus on the good memories." You know, stuff like that. Anyway, I'll get my recommendation, if the doctor thinks I need it, during my appointment on the 12th. My losing streak continues - didn't win a single raffle at the RSVP banquet last night, not one. A lot of people were multiple winners - one staff member won 10! I don't know, lost count, but you think she could have stopped at five. Me and Joe focused only one four or five of them. And nothing. Not a word from the Dean's Health audition and after today, I stop hoping. I stop trying if I don't get that one. I just gotta stop whistling into the wind.
June 23rd: Whew! Sure glad it wasn't hotter yesterday! But what fun! Glad everyone showed up and I'll have a few more fun photos. I wish I'd felt better though. I really think stress is what makes me ill. Stress is what has kept me going all my life so it doesn't surprise me that it would bite my ass in my last trimester of life. You know, what you do to yourself will come back to haunt you. It was fun watching and riding park rides with EllieRose but I really blew it in the gift shop. Enough about that. Eleanor got to drive her first bumper car and Rose rode with her and I think that was my own particular highlight. The picnic food was way good and too much of it! But I had a hard time eating. Another high point was Rose inventing a game with a bag of pingpong balls called Bombard! Hilarious. Of course I played pingpong with Eleanor and then we all did some karaoke -- these Packer party houses are fun! Played a few party fun games at night when we got back with Chris as our lead -- he'd make a great game show host! Haven't we all missed our calling in some way or another? Dinner at El Serape was wonderful! I seemed to remember eating there once before and not liking it. Weird, eh. But sleep? Nearly non-existent. Tonight we have a banquet at 4 p.m. on the way home, meeting the kids for lunch.
June 22nd: Bay Beach day today! Yesterday after we went to the Abrams area where I got to deliver both my Pensaukee copy to them and then over to a board member in Pensaukee their copy because Jean in Abrams gave me the contact numbers I needed. So cool! Adam was excited to ride around our old golf course on golf cars. He had been told once before that if he ever wants it, they'll let him do that. So Marty was with us and we got two cars and traveled the entire front nine. They weren't busy. It was a Tuesday. I thought they were doing a great job. I'll have to post a photo or two. I like the openness of the course now, like they're trying to conquer the bugginess that Joe always bragged about because he was environnmental. Too bad he never promoted the course as being environmental. It was really hot out though, so I got out and walked in the shade for a bit. 40 years we were there, raised all my kids, they all worked for their dad. It's kind of amazing to think about how it all ended. The path to our house off #9 is covered up, we can barely see the house. But except for the uber-conservatism of the owners, with flags and patriots and freedom sayings, I'd say they're doing all right. We had a beer cart guy come up to us, and this on a day when there weren't any leagues playing. Got a good deal on refreshments. From there we went to Timeberlea, the custard stand in Abrams that Adam was anxious to visit again. Ice cream melting all over the place trying to eat it. Son Bennett came up to spend dinner and card with us and Marty. We're staying at a Packer Party house, which is really nice. If you ever get to Abrams and golf at Patriot, remember it was once Sandalwood Country Club (and it failed at the end because no one would listen to me).
June 19th: Juneteenth was a very nice event, wonderful music and speakers and I encouraged Joe to go and meet Governor Evers; of course, he didn't need a lot of encouragement. We got catfish for lunch, which proceeded to take them 45 minutes to cook. The food didn't agree with me but I want to be able to say I tried it. Had a bit of a sound-out at the LWV table where I was volunteering. As a pollworker I always advise, if your driver's license doesn't have your correct address, that you bring along a utility bill to the polls with you, just in case you find out you're not registered. Seems the easiest advice there is. Well, the gal at the table with me proceeded to argue against me just about the entire time we were there together. Miscommunication, mostly. Then for my second hour, there were two other volunteers also scheduled so I said well, I won't stay then. So I only got an hour. Rode my bike there and back, and that didn't hurt, I'm glad to say. What helps is if I make sure I take a break from the bike for an hour or more so that I'm not so tired when I ride back. Riding back is pretty much all uphill.
June 18th: The nice thing about the Dinner at Marshall Fields synopsis is that the tone, in my readaloud, sounded just right. Your synopsis is supposed to reflect your writing style and this time I think it does. This is a complicated story of a woman's life, but what I did differently was start at the end, at what she learns and then I go backward to her journey on how she gets there. You see, a synopsis is supposed to give away the ending so I came up with that idea as an easier way to explore her journey. I also got a little more work done on Gaia, also taking shape. It's nice to write from woman's viewpoint. Starting with Bonanza, I so often wrote from a man's. I think it's why I like Mystic Fire, because of Margaret's journey to help the Cartwrights in that one. She was a romantic interest for Adam until she shares something so horrific that he can't deal with it.
June 17th: I got a contact from the Holly at the Illinois Association for the Advancement of Archaeology to clarify my address as part of my CAS membership, and I happened to mention working on the Illinois CARM and she wants me to submit an article. Cool! Illinois has always treated me better than Wisconsin, but I am hopeful that my recent article submission to Wisconsin Archaeologist will be published. Fingers crossed. Working on the synopsis now of Dinner at Marshall Fields, just to make sure I have all the changes straight in my head.
June 16th: Also decided since Dinner at Marshall Fields is changing so much I need to put Of Gods and Friends aside after the next couple chapters and devote exclusive time to those changes. But I'll be stopping in a really good spot, a natural spot for the narrator to stop as he undergoes his "change."
June 14th: I'm working on the Illinois one, and can see how each of these copper areas needs this intense work to make sense out of the data. New Mexico is next because I'm doing to get to work on bell data, which will be included. Decided to cut New Mexico away and let it stand on its own. After New Mexico, I go back to Wisconsin. Well, that's the way of my world, anyway. Work on Of Gods and Friends is progressing nicely. Dinner at Marshall Fields hopefully has a new reason to exist. I probably won't know until I'm done. Problem is I want to be able to use the cover son Adam designed for it. I'm feeling a little better working on this since unloading a few things and being able to downgrade what I pay here per quarter. So I guess I stick with Authors Guild, this year yet anyway. Did you read my vampire blog yet? Different than my others -- comparing my writing techniques to Bram Stoker's. Check it out! Also, be sure to ask me if you want a copy of Cartwright Saga. If I can ever get my Wordpress site to work, I'll load it there. Or find another way to make it available online.
June 13th: I just figured it out. I'm a failure because I've never given 100% to anything. When I had that chance, with David Dortort, instead I walked into a master's degree to keep that distance between us. I remember him apologizing to me for being unable to help me in Hollywood, but that's on ME. I had a publisher interested in Jazz, but instead of doing this colorizing myself right off, I waited a year. And then expected him to still be interested? I gave near 100% on Civil War & Bloody Peace, that's the book that should have found a publisher for all the effort I gave it, and yet when they said make it shorter or break it in two, I said no. Until too late. Ah me. Yes, maybe it's fear of success but maybe it's something more. And maybe I'll never know why. Maybe I'm afraid if I give 100% and still don't make it, then I really AM nothing.
June 12th: It was a good LWV conference, my first one since the pandemic hit. I used to love going to these, always hoping to make a friend or two, but never accomplishing that, always hoping to bring something back with me that I can work on, always do that. I don't know why my persona at these things seems to turn people off, but really, there isn't much I can do. Maybe if I sounded more knowledgeable about topics in advance. No, then I come off as a know-it-all. I'm just basically a loner, is all. There was this older lady who sat by me and appeared to want to converse but she disappeared again before there was a chance. She didn't have an authorized name badge on, either, but a hand-written one. At the lunch line I noted and pointed out to others that they were giving away packets of prayer tobacco seeds, with the native presence strong at this conference, including old friend Dee Sweet, to my delight. She just glows when she's on stage. But oddly, a little while later, when I went back, the packets were gone. All of them. As though someone had been incensed by their presence. I was given an opportunity to take the stage and talked about the Beloit Chapter, and later I filled out a sheet the state provided for advice from us. Mine is to adopt the absolute wording of the 2nd amendment and not allow present day interpretations of it. I guess Biden even said as much on Kimmel the other night. And when I sat in on the Legislative Committee round table, because I heard they had a staff opening, I heard they have no one following gun control legislative and they dearly want someone. I also learned I can be a member at large, which means I can leave the board of Beloit's chapter, and maybe just work at the state level. That's what this one lovely lady on the committee, Debra, does, and she's treasurer. I could be on the legislative committee. I'm not far from Madison. One fun thing I did on the way home, to stay awake, basically, was to talk out my first Vodcast to put online. It'll need a little editing, and of course, I didn't videotape myself driving, but you'll see lovely driving scenery as I talk. Fun, right?
June 9th: I gotta write this down to see if it's as impressive as I think. Yesterday's list: worked on edits of two novels, more work on Jazz, took down office window shade, measure for new shade and painted the frame, took a dozen photos in three different outfits for an audition, cleaned the bathroom, paid bills, wrote my blog ... ah, not such a big deal, just felt like it at the time. Right now, with the sun streaming in my window, I gotta note my dilemma. Almost turned my agent down for the audition because I have plans for both days of filming that commercial and then I thought, heck, I can blow off the plans on the 14th. Might not even have a city committee meeting. I don't want to cancel reading to the kids on the 13th at 5 p.m. though. The commercial is in West Bend, not really that far from me but they anticipate a full day of filming and the drive is over an hour. But then I realized it, probably leading to lack of sleep -- Joe needs the car for Madison on the 14th, nowhere near West Bend. That means I can only offer the 13th, and you know, those days are coming up fast. Ah me. I knew my volunteer-itis was going to bite me in the ass.
June 8th: Just finished a fascinating book about vampires. That's the word. Finish. I like to get projects done, I like to get anticipated events behind me. I think part of it is that nothing ever lives up to my hopes and imagination. Working hard on Jazz, two fiction novels, which will be it until after the conference. Got the date of August 18th to present at Oconto Falls on Pensaukee. Added to events.
June 7th: I got another rejection on Jazz and asked if they'd look at the updated illustrations, don't know if Penguin will respond. You often only get ONE chance, remember that. Got through that book for Virginia City and will now take a break to finish reading another source, and finish watching Season 4. The one last night with Claude Akins was good. I got a request for Passion of the Sons and was delighted at how quickly she read and enjoyed it. Started the rewrite on Dinner at Marshall Fields -- "Don't make em guess, make 'em gasp." That's my slogan for that rewrite. And Of Gods and Friends, I'll red-line edit until I get to where I had to cut and paste to remove one story and add another, mostly the edits will involve the narrator closely connected to what happened in Climax. Not making progress on my theater work. I do need another read aloud now of Final Curtain before I start marketing it. One email I sent on it came back RTS.
June 4th: Cartwright Saga, my free anthology novel, has been removed but you can always get it from me. I have committed to one year at Casting Network, and then that will be it. The agent, well, he can can me anytime he wants. But I also audition for acting roles, and I do need to put together a more recent demo video.
June 3rd: What makes me so uncomfortable about Q is that they continually harp on the conspiracy around the JFK murder to show that our government is hiding all kinds of shit from us. Well, maybe it is. But not like what they claim. They're lunatics. But I agree that there was conspiracy to stop civil rights by murdering three of its leaders in the '60s, and that's what I want to see proven. I just don't want to be accused of being crazy, as I think one of my friends thinks, who will no longer accept me as a historian. Sad. But my From Lincoln to Trump lays it all out in a very rational manner. I cannot force people to read it with an open mind. But I will eat crow if I respond inappropriately at Facebook, as I had to do today. I have a reputation, and pretty soon I'll be putting that on the line in a series of video history presentations, once I get this current fiasco in the basement fixed, that is.
NORTHERN WISCONSIN: COPPER ARTIFACT RESOURCE MANUAL. These manuals include all the copper artifact data I've been gathering for over a decade in location table format. They would be appropriate for anyone who enjoys reading about the ancient past and their first metal technology, with lots of fun insights from professonals and a few theories of my own.
PENSAUKEE: Voice of a Landscape. A project began in my undergrad history degree, developed while I tried to get an environmental masters. This has the most complete body of research I've ever done, and includes all the history used to get Arndt's Sawmill Site on the National Register.
MICHIGAN: COPPER ARTIFACT RESOURCE MANUAL: This would be appropriate for anyone who enjoys reading about the ancient past and their first metal technology, with lots of fun insights from professonals and a few theories of my own.
FROM LINCOLN TO TRUMP: A Political Transformation, 2nd edition: Added features include a look at ALL presidential elections, and finishing Trump's presidency with much of his own words. You'll see more dedication to issues of economics, the Supreme Court, and women's rights, along with some cleaner text and less of my intrusive thoughts.
CIVIL WAR & BLOODY PEACE: FOLLOWING ORDERS, 2nd edition – a soldier's orders that are followed between 1862 and 1884 show relevance to today's world. Divisiveness today is easier to understand, and maybe even to deal with when we see the similarities related to race and equal rights. How did we get this way?
FELLING OF THE SONS – In 1860 Nevada, after the Paiute War, a father fights a nemesis out to destroy all he loves. His dilemma, when all three of his sons are in danger in different directions, which one does he rescue first?
MYSTIC FIRE – The Civil War in the East reaches Nevada when runaway slaves are sent to find a Cartwright to help stop Lincoln and end up tearing the family apart.
DANCING WITH CANNIBALS – Are cannibals monsters or real people? You might be surprised. Follow the adventures of two colonists to the Belgian Congo in 1906 and discover the reason some cultures eat human flesh, and how they struggled in this historical fiction to keep their world from being decimated.
SAVING BOONE: Legend of a Kiowa Son - This was previously published in unmarketable form with a horrible title and cover by All Things that Matter Press. Now in a new, more condensed edition, for young adult to adult, it has a great cover as you will see in the excerpts tab. It is very hard to find a publisher for an OOP book, especially one I never marketed.
THE BIGHORN DECEIT: An infantry soldier in 1876 feels torn between duty and what's right. A FINALIST IN THE 2020 CREATIVE WORLDS AWARD COMPETITION.
AWAKENED: In 1503 Greece a cowardly soldier loses control of his demons after enacting vengeance for his undeath.
THE MEXICAN WALL AFFAIR: A Mexican woman gets rescued beyond expectation when she calls to her gods for help. ENTERED INTO CINEQUEST 2021.
DEAD MAN'S PASS: A cattle drive turns deadly when the drovers are forced to take on an obsessed drifter.
IF IT RAINS IN PARIS: Secrets tear apart a mother, daughter and granddaughter while on vacation together far from home.
FINAL CURTAIN: An aging actress is not ready to give up the stage, but the stage is ready to move on without her.
WADE & AARON'S BRAVE NEW PLAN: What happens when two fellows don't understand that technology is taking over their lives.
DEADLINE: Envisioned as the afterlife of assassinated people, and a play that the characters can be cast as any age and any sex.
SAGA OF THE BUTCHER BROTHERS: Fun in a saloon when one of three "brothers" turnsout to be a sister.