This is wonderful!!

This is the cover art from my new novel. Release date is still a ways down the line and will be bally-hooooed from the top of every mountain when it happens.

Isn't that cover are magnificent? I want to run right out and buy that book! Have a great day ...

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January ... Hold That Door

January, for many of us is a month of nothing. We start the month off with horrible hangovers and nothing happens after that. There aren’t any huge rib cook-offs, no big chili contests, hard to go to the beach or plan a picnic, and Maui is just too expensive.

On the other hand, if you live in or near the mountains, winter sports can be fun if they are followed up with hot buttered rum or something similar to it. Aprés ski is improperly named. ‘After anything outdoors where you come back in covered in ice’ would be a better phrase.

Visits to galleries and museums can be enjoyable if the visit is followed by a long Italian dinner in an elegant setting in which every employee sounds like your favorite cousin from Napoli and great bottles of chianti are on every table, full at your sitting.

Going to the movies used to be fun, but when a two hour session that costs more than that Italian dinner we were discussing, and the theater is filled with people talking on phones, children yapping like your neighbor’s terrier, and gum on upholstery, it’s just not the same as it was a few generations ago.

When I was ten-years-old, back in ’48 thank you, Mom would give me a quarter on Saturday morning and I could go to the movies, double feature, news reel, cartoon, and serial, have popcorn or a soda, and come home with a nickel.

Doesn’t it just rip your knickers when an old grouch says thing like that?

Not always the coldest month of the year in the northern hemisphere, January is named after the Roman god Janus. Janus is supposedly the god of doors (why a door would need a god is something for another late night round of bourbon type discussions), the month opening the door to the rest of the year.

There are some in Europe that consider it the wolf month. Cold, snowy, wind blasting sleet right through the walls of the abode, and you can almost feel a big bad wolf just waiting its next meal. Just outside that front door you thought just squeaked a bit. Wind? Wolf?

In my case I finished 2014 with a short story published in The Story Teller Magazine, and signed a publishing contract with Solstice Publishing the first week of January. Then, I got a note from the fine folk at Frontier Tales that they will publish a short story of mine in May. I can’t wait for the next eleven months, ‘cause the wolf at my door is just friendly as all get-out.

Don’t let anyone tell you there’s nothing going on in January.

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Stay With Us, Charlie

Satire in all its relevance. The dictionary simply calls satire a literary work in which vices, foibles, and etc. are held up to ridicule and contempt. Sarcasm. Those of a thin skinned nature are not apt to see the humor in satire, may even feel bullied, but it has been the backbone of humor probably from the first time someone made fun of another’s actions, beliefs, or thoughts.

Satire has been a large part of political reporting since the time of the first political reporter, and more often that not, in the form of a cartoon. When one thinks about the concept of the free press one should immediately think political satirical cartoon, for it cannot exist without a free press.

Some are calling religious satire blasphemy, which would take it off the menu, but let’s take a closer look at that. Priests fondling little boys is vividly heinous, but reporting on such behavior is not blasphemy. The actions are not accepted by way of anything written in the bible, so it should be open to satire, sarcasm, reporting.

The exact same thing can be said for Muslims killing women and children of different faiths because they won’t convert.

It isn’t the faith that is being satirized, it’s the way the faith is being manipulated by some within the faith, and done with mirth and humor. In a free society, satire is an important way for us to see the foibles of those wishing to foist something off on us. Without that sarcasm we wouldn’t know about shady deals, evil entanglements, or religious terrorists.

Are you old enough to remember some of the wonderful cartoons that came out of the Watergate scandal? How about Bill Clinton’s escapades with his Lolita in the blue dress? Cartoons brought the deeds to a simple visual level that said, one, just how inappropriate the actions were, and two, how downright funny they were. And you can bet that Tricky Dickey and Uncle Bill were furious when seeing them.

None of the above should ever be justification for wanton murder, whether by religious terrorists or flagrantly stupid politicians. If the answer to a free press is to kill the messenger, then that segment of society doesn’t deserve a free press. I vote for a free press, wild and wooly satire, and an open and free society.

On an upcoming blog, I’ll question where the international intelligence community might have been napping prior to the assault in France, and why a government police agency would respond to an armed assault unarmed? 

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A New Year? I'm Ready, Bring It On

Here we are with a brand new year in which to muck about, and I’m going to do what I can to make it one of the really good ones. A friend, Aristotle? Pavlov? Krispy Kreme? once told me, “A problem is nothing more than an opportunity to succeed.” Damn it, I’m trying.

When I finish a short story, count the words and then worry; are these the right words? What if they’re all the wrong words? How many are the right ones? And, then one editor says, nope, wrong words. And another. And then, a brilliant editor comes forward and says, yup, good words. We’ll print them for you. In the same order in which they were written.

My wife is the most wonderful creature on the ranch. She lets me get away with things even my mama wouldn’t, smiles knowingly when I’m grumpy, allows a rant or two during the evening news, and tells her family that, down deep, I’m a nice guy.

My horses and chickens and rabbits and goats don’t really care about words. That is except one: dinnertime. I sing the Kellogg’s song to the chickens every morning as I distribute the things they turn into eggs. The horses are not patient as I plod to the corral feeder with a handful of good stuff. Rabbits don’t talk, they just pull a witchy thing and twitch their noses, which tends to bring a little more food their way.

For our new year? Big bad winter to start things off and douse the drought, and pleasant growing season with which to fill the larder. A long warm summer designed for horseback adventures and fly rod excursions hopefully will be in order. And, many long weekends in the mountains with tents and cast iron cook ware.

I look forward to long quiet mornings designed for a thousand words or more, many of them being of the “right” kind. Hopefully, morning mail will be dropped on the desk of kindly editors who had a fine breakfast and good sleep the night before. The ones that like the word “yes”. The foibles of the human being are many and with each foible are thousands of stories, as many as stars in the heavens. A blanket of foibles from which to choose.

Couple all the above with good health, bucket loads of humor, and the ability to see the good in many, and we’ll be off to a fine start in 2015. All the ingredients are there except one. Peace on earth. That one is tough. And, since I have a podium from which to speak, over the coming months I will offer, along with sessions of madness, ways to improve this old world of ours.

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Winter? Party on!

With “official” winter still a week and half away, and with a major winter storm blasting its way through the Sierra Nevada and western Nevada, I thought a little jump start on the season might be in line.

There are atmospheric conjunctions about to take place in this northern hemisphere of old earth, there are conjunctions created by the human race, and there is always that possibility that Mother Nature herself will step in with something to offer. First is the natural change from fall to winter, known as the winter solstice, on or about December 21^st. It’s the day with the shortest amount of sunlight and it ushers in the three month period known as winter, but interestingly brings about just a bit more sunlight each day during that period.

The ancient people learned that these changes in our weather were of extreme importance. Knowing when to plant, when to harvest, when to prepare for the long hard winter months allowed for the humans to flourish. As is human nature, even unto today, a change can be an opportunity to party on.

In the tropics, that section of the earth least affected by its tilt, the changes are from drier months to wetter months. I spent four years living on Guam, and the difference we found between the dry season and the wet season was, simply, during the dry season it only rained once or twice a day. There was an almost unnoticed change in the daily temperature.

For those south of the tropical zones, December 21 is the start of summer, the autumnal equinox is spring, time for planting, and March 21 means time to harvest. But Christmas is Christmas and Hanukkah is Hanukkah. And New Year is always an opportunity to party, make a resolution or two, and sing “Auld Lang Syne”. Bless you Robert Burns, for without ye, we’d have nothing to do at midnight except drink a cup of kindness and fire off a shotgun or bottle rocket.

Unless of course we are in Japan and be celebrating Oshogatsu. These are “forget the year” parties. In Spain we’d eat twelve grapes, and in the Netherlands we’d burn our Christmas trees in the middle of the street. Oh, the fun of it all.

Getting back to December 21^st, if we could please, many in the pagan worlds of yore, looked forward to the long nights, bundled up by a roaring fire, the smell of evergreens flooding the house, and great pots of meats and veggies roasting, braising, baking, and frying. Here in my little valley some twenty miles north of Reno in the great state of Nevada, the chickens are in bed by quarter to five each evening, the horses simply don’t give a tinker’s dam when the sun goes down, and Patty and I bring out the best from our collection of cast iron pots and pans. Many of our dinners come completely from our pens, corrals, and gardens, which makes it pretty easy to say ‘thanks’.

The atmosphere has been getting cooler each day since September 21^st, and it will take a long time before it starts warming its way to March 21^st. Even though the days will have more sunshine, the air and ground will not get warm for some time. With bitter cold nights lasting as much as fourteen and a half hours for weeks on end, old man sol has his work cut out getting things warmed up. Maybe an après ski party(ies) would(will) help.

We must have a celebration to welcome winter, on or about December 21^st. Then we must celebrate Christmas. We must celebrate Hanukkah. And, hang on Nellie, we must celebrate the coming of the new year. From New Year it’s thirty-three days ‘till Ground Hog Day, so let’s party while we can.

Until next time, read good books and stay regular.