Computers and Electronic Devices

The post before this one was written in 2014.

This one was written this morning when I wrote to my oldest daughter. Both posts mention God. He is the one who gave me every ability I have. Music, writing, teaching. So here goes my second post of the day.

This is what happens to these computers and satellite devices of every description. Something in them gets stuck and it just stays stuck until you fool with them enough trying to clear it out that finally the stupid machine understands that the command it was holding onto is wrong. The machine can’t help it.  But that’s when I always want to chunk it out the window.

I think God must feel that way about us sometimes, but He is always patient and He will never throw us into the fiery pit if we are His. He will just keep on adjusting us until we realize that command our selfishness wants to hold on to can be rooted out.


I’m facing another day. It is a day when I must write. Easy? No. Can I do it? Not alone. What is God’s part? The main one. What is my part? To be there. In the chair, hands on keyboard or pen, writing.
All my other concerns must be left behind. No longings to jump to another project must intrude. No fears I can’t manage my tasks must cloud my visions of the writing. No straying from God’s will for my writing must occur.
This is my writer’s prayer for today.

Rainy Saturday in Tennessee

I am visiting two of my sons in Tennessee. It is Saturday afternoon.
Rather late. I apologize about writing so seldom. I should do this
more. It is mid spring. Time for flowers, and new leaves on the trees.
I forget ... never remember ... get too busy to share my thoughts here. 
Hopefully, I may visit here more often. And share.

I wrote this poem about a scene like the one below.

     Black against a gray sky.
     Leafy branches that now are bare.
     But when the leaves appear,
     They will look like black lace
     Against a gray, rainy sky.

Old oak

This older writer is as sturdy as an old oak tree ... or maybe an old oaken bucket since I seem to be full of many things.

To get back to oak tree analogy, in my front yard when I was little there stood a very old oak tree. It was an easy tree to climb. It was a wonderful place to play games. Make believe ones, or making towns in the soft, sandy soil it sheltered. Many of its roots were on top of the ground. 

I lived in a small town in Southwestern Louisiana that sat only thirty miles from the Gulf of Mexico. The lake my town was named after, Lake Arthur, could take you all the 30 miles between us and the Gulf.

Salty Gulf breezes blew, sometimes in a lazy fashion, sometimes gusty and strong when a storm was brewing.
My family was in love with the water. Sailing, bigger boats, and daily swims filled my days on the lake. Except for Sunday when we could not head for the lake but must instead attend church.


Older writer to appear on Television

Earlier this year I was interviewed by a television crew for an episode of the popular series DEADLY WOMEN that airs on the  Investigation Discovery channel. Most cable and satellite providers carry this channel and it may be listed as the ID channel. The episode I am in will premiere on Saturday night. I was interviewed about my book, STONE JUSTICE, which I co-wrote with Debi King McMartin. I can’t wait to see how the interview turned out. I can’t wait (though I may cringe when I see myself) for the first viewing. Air time is 9 pm Central, 10 pm Eastern and Pacific time.

OH and I almost forgot. The newest edition of Stone Justice is once again available in print and Kindle on Amazon. I also have a short story on Kindle which will be free for the next few days. Title of the short story is Lucy Lee and the B & B. Enjoy.


A new book of mine is out today. Or maybe I should say a new/old book has been redone and is available again to my readers.

If you’ve never read anything I have written, read Stone Justice.

It’s the true story of Toni Jo Henry who was executed in 1942 for a crime she might have committed, but probably did not. Though she was there when J.P. Calloway was killed, did she actually pull the trigger? That’s for you to decide.

Three trials, three juries of twelve men, decided she did. Toni Jo was the only woman ever executed in the electric chair in the state of Louisiana.

This is a true story based on real people. It’s a slice of life from long ago. It’s a tale of greed. A tale of violence. A tale of justice gone wrong.

But ultimately, it is a tale of redemption. It is available now in print and on Kindle at Amazon.





My First Book

It is a Friday morning. But somehow when I am writing, the day of the week doesn’t matter. What matters more is getting the work done whatever the day may be. I am very close to being finished with THE BEST HOTEL ROYALE. The rest of what I have to write is what is often called the denouement and then the climax and then the happy ending. Yay, it is in sight and all the building blocks that have been put into place, no matter if they were skillfully done or not, are there in their places.
I remember when I first wrote this book. Somehow at that time when it was the only book there, I could keep it all together in my brain. Often at night I would look at it in its whole scope. At the point where I am right now, I had the audacity to send a query to a publisher about it. I got an almost immediate response for the whole manuscript! Unbelievable, true. Unbelievable and I was so green at the whole process, I did not even realize how unbelievable it was. I still had three chapters to write so I hurriedly cobbled them together and sent it off to New York to St. Martin’s Press. It was five months later I got my rejection from them. Once again, green as I was, I did not realize how close I came to getting this, my first book ever, published. And how remarkable to get a real rejection letter for it.
I know now, though. And the book is the better for it. As I go through its pages, I see how immature I was. How simple my writing was, but it makes me glad. Because now after all these 21 years (yes, I first finished it that long ago), the story is done the way it should be.