Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Started a New Novel

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.

I had been working on the fourth volume in my Shadows series for twice what it takes me usually to complete a manuscript. I decided Monday it just wasn't going...anywhere.

So I started on a sequel to my kick butt dead maybe which I just finished reading/editing to get my head into the character and her world. (I really recommend dead maybe. It is non-stop action."

So what do you think about the start of just dead...


Chapter 1
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I put a big hurt in the Miami crime scene without having to torture, kill, even manhandle a single scumbag. I can manhandle a guy. At 5 feet and a few inches, I won’t say how many exactly, a man doesn’t want to have to face me even if I look somewhat dainty, because I don’t fight fair. No one has ever called me a lady, and never will.
Since I was three years old I had been tutored to analyze data. I didn’t start with stacking blocks like most kids. Fun was fingering a bullet with my eyes closed to determine its caliber. I learned to count by .22, .25, .38, .44, .45.
Lifting a wallet from inside a man’s jacket was recess at four. Jamming a stiletto in an eye socket to end a fight was biology at five. By six I could lead a symposium on the human pain centers. At seven I had my first martial arts black belt.
I was twenty-nine before a human hugged me, touched me with compassion. Just weeks before that I learned my true birthdate, my last name wasn’t Morgan, and the miserable bitch that had kept me locked in a cold Chicago basement my whole life was actually my mother.
She was knocked up at fourteen by a priest she probably hounded for years, before he took her behind some alter. A mob assassin since she was fifteen.
So I have an excuse for my antisocial behavior. When I kill someone I don’t feel much at the time, but I tend to throw up afterward, so even if I can’t smile to save the world, I don’t think I’m a complete sociopath. 


Tuesday, August 29, 2017

A Wander about During a Break in the Rain

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.

Focus #1

Focus #2

My Sweetiepie, Sissy

I love flutterbys

Future buds

I love the ants, harvesting

Sissy, checking out the scents

Artsy storm debris





Monday, August 28, 2017

Sunday, August 27, 2017

On the Little Manatee River

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.


Iris' older brother Jacob above the mangrove


Artsy fartsy shot of a boat


We have wild grapes. Oh. Ah.


A gentle hello from Mother.


I love clouds.


Any blur in the sky attracts my attention.


Oh. Ah. Wish it could have rained a bit. It was hot paddling that kayak.




Saturday, August 26, 2017

The Neighborhood

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.


Looking into the dark of the mangrove swamp. There be monsters in there. (Just kidding)


Swooshing by me as though I was invisible


Iris the adolescent Ibis said, "Take my left. My left is better."


"No. No. Take my right. I look better from the right."


Larry's second cousin on Uncle Ruffus' side, Lucy, dropped in



Friday, August 25, 2017

A Few Shots on the Lil' Manatee River

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.

Usually pretty skittish, Larry hung around and posed a bit.

I could live there, if I had to.

I love that sky

Ain't it gor-juss.

As hot as snot, but there were other paddlers on the river with me.



Thursday, August 24, 2017

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Second Edition Hot off the Press

I should mention…

My LYCAN COUNCIL, Second Edition, now online
...Book 1 a mere 99¢

Thank you for my narcissistic interruption. 

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Excitement on the High Seas (uh, River)

Greetings from the Hermit Paddling Writer, on the Alafia

This pair of oyster catchers flew along with me for thirty minutes. I must have entertained Jacko and Mimi, paddling my butt off in the heat

Chica wasn't so happy about me paddling so close to her boat

This would be a lot less effort than what I float

This might be fun

Or this

But I get a lot of exercise on my beach toy

They wanted me to slow down

I got in as the sun was setting

This gull seemed to be waiting for the sunset too

There it is