Some forty years ago (I keep tellin’ you people I’m older than dirt!), I took a vacation with my parents. I was in college, which made things a little awkward, but they were going to Colorado so why would I decline? Seriously, people. Colorado! Anyway, Dad parked the Airstream on Turquoise Lake outside of Leadville. I rode one of our trail bikes into town to the local “emporium”–combo drugstore, general store, lunch counter, etc. The place had a huge wall of magazines, newspapers, and PAPERBACKS!!!! I discovered a couple of books that intrigued me.
Now realize, the first adult book I ever read was THE SPY WHO LOVED ME by Ian Fleming. I was ten. Oh, yeah, that book set me on my path for sure! So, when I caught a glimpse of the Mack Bolan/Executioner books, we’re talking reading crack for me. I snarfed up the 3 or 4 books on the shelf, rode back to camp, and devoured those books. I read the series up through somewhere around #100. I ended up donating all of them to the local library when I had to make a massive move. Today, I’m kicking myself! But I digress…
I recently acquired the first book (in original condition) of this series. THE EXECUTIONER #1: WAR AGAINST THE MAFIA. Originally written in 1969, I stumbled on the series in a later reprint, around 1972. It’s politically incorrect. People smoke. Whores are whores. The Mafia thugs are thugs. Bolan is a Viet Nam-era soldier who defines his duty in black and white.
Which leads me to today’s message from the Universe:
Silver, would there be any point in giving you the gift of imagination, the freedom to think as you choose, and dreams that set your soul on fire if even a single one of them couldn’t come true?
I think not.
I love you too, too much.
Tallyho,
The Universe
© http://www.tut.com ®Silver, think of the implications.
The Executioner books lodged in my imagination–that glorious gift from the Universe. I see shades of Bolan in my Alpha Heroes™, especially my Wolves. I have the freedom to think politically incorrect thoughts and even write them down–imbuing heroes and villains with attributes that are just as black and white as Bolan’s world. I can fall into a world I’ve created–my soul on fire–and make my dreams come true there. And if I’m really-REALLY lucky, I can entice a reader to fall in with me.
So thank Ian Fleming and Don Pendleton (The Executioner’s creator). I wouldn’t be here without their influence.
Thought I’d get back to sharing the occasional recipe. This is a a fast and easy one for cool fall nights. Prep time is about 15 minutes, and then 30 minutes to cook.
What is it about Monday? It keeps showing up every 7th day whether we want it to or not! Gah! So…if it’s Monday, that means there was a weekend. I actually relaxed this weekend. I know. Shocking, right?!? 😀 So…my weekend roundup:
This is exactly how I feel today. Late Friday night, the viral crude that had Sprout so sick hit me. I was down for the count all day Saturday. The good news? When one doesn’t eat for over 24 hours, one tends to lose weight. The bad news? I’m behind on getting BLUE MOON ready to release into the wild. 😦 This makes me have a big sad. I thought I’d have today and tomorrow to catch up. Nope. Not gonna happen. Sprout is all enrolled for day care but he’s still having symptoms so he can’t go. 😦 😦 😦 😦 So…sorry. BLUE MOON will get out there sometime this week. With luck. And a sleeping Sprout. And no second rounds of the ick for me.
There was a Blood Moon this morning. Yes, I was awake. Yes, it was awesome. Somewhere, the Wolves are off with their mates, staying away from each other so no fights break out. You see, in the Moonstruck world, alphas can only challenge for leadership under a Blood Moon.
It’s almost time! BLUE MOON, book 8 of the Moonstruck series will be arriving at Amazon in the next couple of weeks. Here’s the fabulous cover The Only did for me. That would be Antoine Fontaine, uncle to Izzy (from ROGUE MOON) and all-but-feral Wolf. I’m still working on the blurb and such but here’s my early working draft of it. Suggestions always appreciated because I. Hate. Writing. Blurbs! No. Really HATE writing them!
Hello, world! I feel like I’ve been living under a rock. 😆 And contrary to popular belief, there is nothing easy about Monday, or my upcoming schedule. Here’s the rundown.













