halloween treat


It’s the season of tenebrous nights, ghost stories, fiery-eyed pumpkins and shadows, perfect for a little creepy reading while the ululating song of the children of the night raises shivers along your spine. My horror short story anthology ebook, Grave Shadows, is FREE until midnight November 4 (PST).

Happy Halloween!




Yesterday Mac’s hard drive fell into a coma. I’m shipping it off to Apple for repair. Took considerable working time figuring out what the suspicious knocking/clicking/whirring noises meant. Finally called Apple, determined the hard drive was failing–most likely; poor baby.

No worries; iCloud has my stuff. I cleared everything off the desktop a while ago and work directly from iCloud so my most recent work is backed up.

I did my 1000 words on A Fall of Diamonds old-school. I like writing longhand, seems like the words come easier and I get into a rhythm. I used to write longhand all the time. Thinking I might write the whole novel that way now. I wrote 1022 words and completed a new scene. Going to push for 2000 today.

Must get to it!

Salzburg Outing


Late in the afternoon on Monday the weather turned rainy, but not for long. We travelled to Linz, Austria and was docked by dinner. Linz is an industrial city on the Danube. I didn’t do the Linz city tour, opted instead for the bus ride to Salzburg. It was a beautiful drive through pine and fir-forested Austrian countryside, passing by villages in pretty valleys. Mist hung over the deep forests, weather rainy and cool. We stopped for a rest break at Mondsee (Moon Lake).






In Salzburg, my friends and I had lunch at the oldest restaurant in Europe, established in 803 A.D.



Not so much with the castles on this tour, mostly churches and abbeys and royal sites like the Hohensalzburg Fortress above the Benedictine monastery.




February 29, 1940 – October 8, 2007

Mommie  was the second child of George and Ethel Mae Kinchen of Franklin, Louisiana, younger sister to Arthur, older sister to Edward and Delores. Her father called her ‘Peaches.’ She was a Daddy’s girl, a tree-climber, a joyous tomboy. She grew up in Assumption Parish and attended segregated W. H. Reed High School where she ran track and played basketball. In 1956, she married Pvt. First Class Moses Raymond Young and for the next 20 years she followed her Air Force husband and lovingly shuttled the five of us from state to state and country to country. She loved talking to people, and her cheerful smile invited friendship. She was a great mimic. She used to have us in stitches telling stories about her cousins and elders. She lived her life every day with compassion and laughter and love. We miss you, Mommie. Roses

An Archangel, A Journey, A Sacred River, The Folk Process and A Spiritual!

Great article!

The Immortal Jukebox

Or, to put it another way:

Four takes on, ‘Michael Row The Boat Ashore’

‘… They were tones, loud, long and deep, breathing the prayer and complaint of souls boiling over with the bitterest anguish.’ (Frederick Douglas)

‘And at that time shall Michael stand up, the great Prince which standeth for the children of thy people: and there shall be a time of trouble, such as there never was since there was a nation even to that same time: and at that time thy people shall be delivered, everyone shall be found written in the book.

And many of them that sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to eternal life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.’.
(Book of Daniel Chapter 12 King James Version)

‘Jordan River is deep and wide, hallelujah.
Meet my mother on the other side, hallelujah
Jordan River is chilly and cold…

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