WHY I WRITE IN SO MANY GENRES.

I had never given the question of why I write in so many genres much thought. I was born a while back and done many things since then. My grandkids think I fought in the Revolutionary War, but it was really the evolutionary war. My wife thinks I sits too much and need more exercise, but when I ask ‘pretty please’ to go on a hike, she tells me to sit down and stop such foolishness. Goin’ hiking anyhow. I dug ditches before shovels were invented. When God said, “Let there be light,” I was the electrician that threw the switch. I was in school when world history text book was only three pages long and those pages were of stone. I’ve done a lot and learned a lot and failed a lot and now I’m having fun a lot. Having ridden a rank horse and pushed cows on the trail, I write westerns. Having met Christ face to face at the ripe old age of 14, I write Christian materials. Being a natural born liar, I write political stuff. Basically, I write from where I’ve been, always lookin’ at where I want to go.

Be blessed and enjoy my books. Buy one of each, they’re great. Or at least my wife tells me they are and Amazon won’t let her write a review. Ya gotta love’m

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THE MEANING OF WIND

Today has started bright and clear. Sun leaping over the eastern horizon to begin the process of heating my life to a comfortable level, and no more I hope.

Within two hours all has changed. Clouds rapidly fill the sky, the temperature drops, and, oh yes, and the wind is now sandblasting the east wall of the house preparing it for its next coating of paint. The house quakes and trembles in its attempts to stand against the forces of the wind.

I think of flying kites.

NO TAKERS – YET!

The free book offer is still up. You buy a copy of my book STATE OF DEFENSE, write a review (be honest and don’t be blowing smoke), and send me the link to that review. I will send you the second book in the series FREE, autographed even.

Got a note from a friend asking why I write in so many genres.

I don’t know. I have added two more genres to my list of genres in just the past few weeks.

Mom used to say that variety is the spice of life, except in marriage partners.

Go write. That’s what I’m gonna do right now.

GREAT BOOK FREE FREE FREE

STATE OF DEFENSE is the first of my Arizona series. A current events alternative history. Arizona is broke. No money. No payroll. Arizona’s Government gets fed up with the Fed and refuses any more money from the Fed if it has strings attached. Well, it all has strings. They shut down the border, enforce all laws, set up their own school book system, crack down on drugs in a new and marvelous way, completely rewrites the welfare system, and the results are fantastic.

From announcement to the outcome of the initial problems – riots, war, drugs, bombings, and Native American uprising – you are a part of the story.

GET STATE OF DEFENSE NOW.

Paperback, ebook, or Audiobook

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Write a review. Send me the link and I will send you volume 2 in the 3 book (so far) series absolutely FREE.

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Enjoy

I LOVE THIS NEW ELECTRONIC AGE

You know, it used to be in the olden days that when you wanted to deposit money you went to the bank and handed it to a teller who zapped out a receipt and you were done. If you wanted a loan, you filled out a form and handed it to the loan manager. Sometimes the manager handed you back a check and other times it took a bit longer. Sometimes they just said no on the spot.

Now we have ebanking. Ebanking is where you spend an hour at your computer on the phone trying to get the inet to agree that your numbers and letters really allow you to access the information on your account. Take today for example. I went on line. Opened my account. Paid a bill and checked out cancelled checks. WONDERFUL.

Ten minutes later I go back to the same account after checking another account in another banking facility and the wise electrons won’t let me back in. I call the bank. Get a nice sounding young lady that tells me I checked back in too soon or some other drivel. I try signing in again after she clear the boondogel that kept me out. Still no joy. She tries something else. Nada. Squat. Zero. Zip. and all that stuff. I go on hold while she checks with her supervisor. 10 minutes pass. Supe comes on the line. The password .

have been using since day one is not the correct password. My password has magically changed in fifteen minutes. BUT, no one knows my new password. I didn’t change it. Nice gal didn’t change it. And, the electrons aren’t talking.

Please Miss Supe, cancel out my online account info and i will set it up again. Oh, but sir, we are not allowed to do that. You will have to go to your local bank so they can verify your ID personally. But, my local bank has been closed due to your company’s money saving efforts which already included no interest on any account under a bazzilion dollars and charges per check written (yeah, I still write checks, do you wonder why) and grouchy, way under-payed tellers that changed every week due to the great responsibility with no reward. Yes, sir, that bank. Will you pay my fuel fees? No sir.

At this point I am in a wonderful mood. Sorta like playing squat tag in an asparagus patch while running barefoot through bullheads. Miss Supe, please empty my account and send me a certified check for the amount of money that I cannot spend or see how it has been spent.  Oh but sir, I have no information that you own that account.

Ma’am, with out any respect for you or your bank, kiss my grits. I hung up.

Here’s the punch line. I tried logging on one more time. It worked with the old info. I am again rich within my vaguest dreams.

Blessings. Now go write.

HOME AGAIN IN MY OWN BEDDY-BYE

After two vacations, eat your heart out, and close to 3500 miles of travel, we are finally home in our own bed. Not that any of the others were so bad, but there truly is no bed like home.

I have many memories, pictures, books, literature pamphlets, and just plain stuff from our many stops and excursions. Each of them has been read and notes taken. The job now is to organize them and the notes some way that will help me recall them when I need them in a story. One of my current WIPs covers the Civil War period, now there are many items and notes on battlefields and locations in the NW Arkansas and SW Missouri areas where the story takes place. Went to Wilson’s Creek battlefield where the south won control of SW Missouri and then a month or two later just walked away from Springfield and SW Missouri. Got a good feel for the land and the situation. Bought a few books and booklets written for the Centennial anniversary of the Civil War.

Actions like this on the author’s part adds much when even the slightest mention to known battles, people, places, and things are added to the story. It makes the story live. These known factors of the story make the whole story seem more real to the reader and help hold their attention as you weave the story in, around, and through them.

Home now, I just pulled some pics my Mother had taken in the 50’s of Vicksburg. Will add these black and white memories to the file for this WIP.

How do you use your experiences, memories, and accumulated materials in your writing?

Now go write!