It is finished

DEATH BY BASEBALL is, as they say in the movies,  on the can.  Goes on kdp tomorrow. 

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IT FEELS SO GOOD

It surely does feel great when you been out in the woods sleeping on the ground to come home and sleep in your own bed.

Covered 31 miles of the Arizona Trail this past three days. Feeling better than I have ever felt after three days of hiking. My ten miles a day average is about where I belong. One of my sons and his daughter might cover that much ground running in less than a day’s worth of sunlight and be ready for more, but I am a bit older and would not try more than 15 miles in a day at this point. Come September that might happen though.BookFest Ad 061016

I will be attending the above festival will all my books. I will be more than happy to autograph any and all books purchased.

My book DEATH BY BASEBALL will, hopefully, be ready for the festival, as will my co-author John Tenney’s book BASEBALL IN TERRITORIAL ARIZONA, a history 1863-1912. His book is an outstanding and sought after book on today’s sports market. I will have ten autographed copies on sale during the festival.

This festival is where the rubber meets the road for my writing. There will be a bazillion other authors, famous and not so famous, and an agent or two, publishers, and folks that just like to read.

If you make it, stop by and say, ‘howdy,’ so I can put a face to the name.

Be blessed and keep writing.

Doug

HORSE MANURE

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Have you ever sat before your writing station and said, “What am I doing here?” That’s where I am today.

I’d really rather be fishing or sailing. But, there isn’t much sailing in Arizona. Went fishing three times already this year and still have fish in the freezer.

Here I am 73 years old and healthy, writing westerns when I don’t own a horse any more, talking of wild adventure, and bored to tears on many days. All of this outlines the symptoms. I need the woods. So, next Sunday after Church I will head north and west, actually west first and then north, to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon area to a little town called Jacob Lake. There is will park my butt in a campsite and spend three or four days hiking the Arizona Trail. When that 30 miles or so is completed I will have all my mental files in the right box, my body sufficiently tired to slow me down, and the Arizona Trail complete from US 60 at Superior all the way north to Utah (500+ miles). Then there is the challenge of the 280 miles remaining in the south of Arizona where trailheads are far and few between, water is scarce, and the heat will kill ya. Oh, well, it’s all an adventure.

But, for today, I will write on my #2 DEACON book, wait for my wife to finish here approval perusal of DEATH BY BASEBALL (can’t publish without her approval), and contemplate my naval (as a sailor that’s an easy thing to do).

Be Blessed and go write, quit reading this trash.

Doug