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  Prologue   Well, it looks like it’s my turn. My father told his story. My mother told her story . . . I guess it was inevitable. I’m nineteen years old now. I didn’t think I would make it that far. I feel so much older. Perhaps I do age in dog years. That would make me 133. That pretty much matches up to the way I feel right now. Worn and broken, that’s me. I am dictating this portion of my family’s strange tale into a recorder, because I no longer have the use of my right arm. Dane or my mother will write it down later for all to see. So much has happened. I don’t know where to begin. It’s been eight years since The Rise of the Son came out, and my mother, Sephina, tried to explain what happened to us. Tried to explain what happened to the detective. What happened to me . It seems like a lifetime ago. Twelve years. Oh, my God, it’s been twelve fucking years. That’s too much time. Too many lives wasted. Lost. Taken. I look up at the moon and smile. Ironically, I live

Hopefully a time to heal

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  2021 didn't start out very well after terrorists stormed out nation's capital. But after the inauguration, and now that we have a great new President and Vice President in office, I'm feeling hopeful for the first time in a long time. I'm sure there are going to be more trying times ahead. God knows we haven't yet seen the worst part of the pandemic. But even with that threat looming overhead, I still have the warm feeling of hope inside me that has been missing for so long. I don't know what the future will hold, but I do know that Steve and I will go through it together. I know we'll get back up on our mountain soon, and finally begin to feel settled again (the boys will be happy about that, too). There is a positive energy in the air that hasn't been felt in a while. I pray that energy only grows. Feeling hopeful today. I hope you are, too. Stay safe. Mask up. Protect others. 💓

Twenty years in the making

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  The werewolves are coming. Well, I guess they've been here for a while. Since 2000, actually. That was when I first got my book Blue Moon published. It is a story of a man who is a werewolf, and is able to take his life on the night of a blue moon. The book is a suicide note and a confession. It was accepted and published through an online print on demand publisher, which at the time was very exciting for me. But after a few years, the book pretty much sat there. Fast-forward five years. I wrote the screenplay for Blue Moon and shopped it around. I've spoken about this experience in a previous post. I had a production company love the book and option the screenplay. Long story short, they dragged me along for a couple of years, and eventually everything fell through. On the plus side, during the time they had me under contract, they suggested they would want to make the stand-alone story of Blue Moon into a series of movies. They asked if I had ideas of furthering the stor

Blue Moon

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  Blue Moon is the first book I ever had published. It was originally published through a POD publisher, iUniverse, back in 2000. It was the only one of my books that I hadn't self-published. Because of that, over the last few years, it has become somewhat forgotten. But not anymore. I have gotten my rights back, and have self-published this title finally! With a whole new rewrite and new cover design. Blue Moon  is the book I had mentioned in an earlier post, that almost got made into a movie. It is the story of a doctor at a mental institution who is turned into a werewolf.  This story is actually a suicide note written on the night of a blue moon; the only night a werewolf can take its own life. I came up with this story roughly thirty years ago. I wanted to write something through the eyes of a person that was a werewolf, who could just describe the agony of it, and the sorrow he felt for the lives he had taken. When I originally wrote the book, it was a stand-alone title. Now

Still here

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  It's been almost a month since my last post. I guess old habits are returning. Old habits born of nothing to say. Steve and I are doing the same thing we've done for the last five months. We find ourselves battling boredom quite often. The dogs are making us crazy. And our backs are aggravated by sitting around so much. But what else can we do?  At least things are looking up on the political front. Joe Biden will soon be our President! Even though the idiot in the White House now still hasn't conceded. He will never admit that he lost, and he's making his lunatic followers believe the election was rigged. Those are the same dangerous idiots that don't believe Covid is real. Anyway, there have been good days and bad days. Depression shows up whenever it damn well pleases, and then leaves just as quickly. I see more of the middle of the night than I  would like. I can't remember when I last had a full night's sleep. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, which is usuall

Difficult times

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  Up, down, happy, sad, awake, exhausted, excited . . . lately it seems I'm all over the place.  I haven't posted in almost a month. When I started posting regularly again it was back when this whole pandemic began, and I thought it would be fun to post every day of quarantine. I did a daily post for about fifty days, then I would do either daily or every other day. I simply ran of things to say that I thought would be interesting to anyone. Steve and I were quarantining when he was furloughed from Chuy's restaurant back in March. It was early on in the pandemic stage, so we enjoyed each day with minimal stress. Then he got called back to work when restaurants reopened and began relaxing precaution measures. Three weeks after he returned to work, Steve got Covid. It was a horrible ten days, but we got through it, and thankfully without me catching it. But there was no way Steve was going back to work after that, so he resigned. For the past seven months, we have been home

Nothing new to report

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  I haven't done a blog entry since we returned from vacation. There are probably several reasons for this, but the main one being, not much has happened in our lives. We go through each day much the same as the one before.  We've run out of most television to watch, and games between two people can only be fun for so long.  I am waiting for edits to return for My Leprechaun . I've decided to try a publisher with this one, instead of doing on my own. I'm on the fence about how I feel with that, but a change has to be made, and possibly this is it. So, that means, for those who were looking forward to the book, it will be a while before release. Sorry. I can't help but feel as if I'm constantly fighting the feeling of dread that seems to have overtaken my body. I'm sure it's the same feeling that has invaded thousands of others during this pandemic. But aside from the virus, and the fact that it's going to get worse in a few months, I'm scared abo