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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i’m beginning to resent the sound of tearing flesh


What’s up with naked dead women? Why’re people always hacking each other with chainsaws, axes, butcher knives? When the girlfriend is dead, quit talking to her! How many ways can you create a zombie? As many ways as there are stars apparently. Why’re you performing taxidermy on yourself? How come you’re walking barefoot through a black basement holding the weakest flashlight in the world? Dummy! Are there really that many abandoned asylums around? Oh wait–the latest thing is experimental addiction treatment centers. Best stay on the drug. Who really thinks swimming in a pitch-black lake out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by decaying forest is a good idea? I don’t care if you are camera-crazy, trespassing in the neighbor’s decrepit house so you can what–take cutting edge gothic photos of whatever you think you might find in the creepy basement? Really stupid. You know what happens to the girl who decides to walk to the country store through a forest at midnight to hitch a ride home ’cause she had an argument with her boyfriend? No matter ’cause we never run out of them. Rock music and screams get on my nerves. Country music and screams get on my nerves too.  If you move into your new apartment and the guy next door is shy and sweet, keep your distance, unless you fancy leaking blood from your eyes in due time.

(Sigh) Really must cut down on the horror movies.

Indelible Beats: An Abishag’s Second Mystery

Indelible Beats

In Michelle Knowlden’s Indelible Beats, the second Abishag  mystery, intrepid romantic rationalist, Leslie Greene, finds herself entangled in the secretive doings of betrayal, fraud, and murder when she becomes an Abishag wife to the reclusive and misunderstood artist Jordan Ippel. Leslie realizes she’s not connecting with Jordan Ippel with the same affection she had for her first comatose husband and she struggles to understand what she’s learned about him. Leslie’s friends, Cat and Dog, are back and, surprise, Sebastian Crowder, from Sinking Ships, shows up too. I like Sebastian. I do not like Donovan Reid, Leslie’s arrogant and condescending boyfriend. He is neither a prince nor charming. But I digress. Indelible Beats, an Abishag’s Second Mystery, is another winning entry in the Abishag series. Enjoy!

Plague victims discovered in London and The Black Death

A fascinating read.

Stephen Liddell

In recent days it has become clear that whilst building London’s new cross-rail project, archaeologists have found a mass underground burial.  It is suspected that the remains of these people are the unfortunate victims of The Plague or Black Death as it is often known as.

Despite the rather stupid questioning from TV news presenters, it is obvious to anyone who knows history that this burial site is the resting place of some of the first plague victims in London.  We can tell this by the orderly way the people have been buried.  As the sheer scale of the plague overtook the land, later on plague victims would just be dumped in a large pit.  There wasn’t enough time or manpower to do things properly.

The plague originated in Asia and came westwards towards Europe some say with the aid of The Mongols who are known to have used plague…

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