Sunday, October 15, 2017

Friday, August 25, 2017

The Y Trajectory is now available on Inkitt

My award winning mystery short story The Y Trajectory is now on Inkkit. Please check it out.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Amazon Giveaway!

Dirt in the Circuit is now part of an Amazon Giveaway! Please share this link!

https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/ced92886d3ee71ce


Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Both My eBooks Are Free This Weekend!

Starting on Thursday 8/3 both Atmosphere and Dirt in the Circuit are free! This is the first time I have offered this deal. Please download a copy, read, enjoy, review on Amazon or rate on Goodreads.

Atmosphere: We Don't Orbit but Fall the Same

Dirt in the Circuit

Thursday, July 6, 2017

She Back! And She Won't Shut Up!


“Step Six: did I already use six? Doesn’t matter, man. There are rules and you gotta accept ‘em. Note to myself. Write this shit down before I forget. And hell, maybe this is the most important. Rule numero uno! You need at least one punk friend. Fuck man! You cannot do this alone. Go it alone and you’re just going to get beat up a hell of a lot more than necessary. And by the wah-wah, you will get beat up. Man, you’re a punk. Look around, this is redneck territory, and they don’t take kindly to city folk, fags or foreigners and you are emulating them all. But it’s okay they didn’t like us hippy dippies either. And shush! Pay attention: those scars that you are going to get— and I cannot stress enough, you will get scared—they build character. Not the fucking character that your dad is always saying you need to build. See you’re trying to build something. Something bigger than you. What you want is a uniform, you wanna look like your part of the band. High school is just a big drama, a tragicomic musical and you want to create a character that looks like she belongs, belongs anywhere but here. Get a friend. Get a bunch of them. ‘Cuz I tell you. Two is not enough for slam dancing.”

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Latest excerpt from my novel in progress on Tuolumne County

I'm having fun creating lots of characters and this one is is a homeless, burn-out hippie who acts like a minor narrator. 

“Step Five: figure out your thing. It’s like art. Ya can’t just be like every Tom, Sid and Nancy. A copy cat’s a dirty rat. Sure, you say yer emulating and blending and all that shit. Wanna know how many people know my name? By the way, it’s not ‘Crazy Shopping Cart Lady!’ You want to be the fucking real deal like me? Then you have to give up some creatures of comfort. You gotta strip it down. I gotta friend who lived in London and punks don’t have shit. People aren’t going to know your first name— that’s for the geeks and nerds. Maybe they’ll recognize you for that clever, iconic trademark trench coat-thing, but it’s not why they are going to remember you. It might all come back to the hair. That’s where you really, really dedicate yourself. The haircut has to be one that pisses off even your Granny. And it can’t be some style that you smooth down to go to church. Yer a punk, a goth drop, a black-head. Trust me, you gotta give up that opiate for the masses crap. It's anarchy and atheism for you kid. Hey, don’t walk away when I’m talking to you. My name’s Barbara and sure your necklace is badass, but your book bag is a preppy knockoff! Me, I got the sunglasses to kill for. Been wearing 'em since Woodstock you little wanker!”