Even as a kid it was always about challenging everything. From my parent’s rules, to school, to conformity, and yes it has gotten me in trouble, but it’s also been something that has made me think differently and approach difficult situations and in doing so helped me make positive changes in peoples lives, and find …

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I’ve been busy the last few days. I am updating my 1st book Forever Striking a Crucified Pose. I rushed to self-publish, and I’ve never been satisfied with the way it turned out. Now that I am familiar with formatting after a lot of trials and errors, I am finally happy with the end result. …

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It has been so cold lately here in NW Arkansas. When I woke up and looked out the window it had snowed even. Cold and rain that’s been the last month. As I lay in bed I toss and turn, and snuggle under the blankets staying warm. My thoughts keep wandering about all the things …

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Seriously, there isn’t. Especially when you are an eccentric, bi-polar-ish, cynical person like me, and stories are everywhere you look just waiting to be written. So you write, and then what, send 100million query letters, say the hell with that I’ll just self-publish, or maybe I can find an agent or then again teach my …

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I finished my book The Month of April in less than a month. It helped that I had came up with the project a few years ago and had written a short rough draft. In the process the story did change some from my original concept, for the better. As I’ve mentioned in earlier posts, …

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New Orleans, the Big Easy…Bourbon Street, hedonistic, fusty, beautiful. I chose this city as the setting (for most of it anyway) because it’s a place I’m familiar with, a city I fell in love with the first time I visited in 1994 and would go back to many times over the last 25 years. And …

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As in most of the stories in this book, the setting is a place I’m familiar with–Pine Bluff, Arkansas. I grew up there and lived there up until around 1990. I have been back on several occasions to visit friends and family. I don’t think I mention the town within this story. For a small …

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The short story “The Tire”, has gone through many changes. The tire in the playground is an actual tire I played in during the 5th and 6th grade. It wasn‘t a good or bad memory, just a memory. Then, about 15 years ago I was at the school for some function and there it was, …

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“If I were tickled by the rub of love”, by Dylan Thomas is as difficult to interpret like Picasso’s “Femme a la Fleur”. In fact, many of Thomas’s poems have incited both “praise and condemnation” from critics” (Cox 2). However, the aforementioned poem is not the ramblings of a babbling trickster attempting to dupe his …

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The big game. The big dance. Don’t get me wrong, I love football. I have several fond memories of going to several games and even to Super Bowl XLV in Dallas. My brother and me had season tickets back in the day to see the Saint’s of New Orleans, and would drive 10 hours one …

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