Summer Thanks

This Summer has been a whirlwind for those of us in my home! I watched with both pride and sadness as my youngest daughter climbed on the shuttle to Montgomery, AL to be processed into the United States Army, then just like that we were driving to Ft. Sill, Oklahoma to watch her graduate basic training. What an honor that was. Hooah!


My third book, a short treatise of conversations with our ten pound dog Rex entitled (click the title if you are interested in purchasing a copy) My Dog's P.O.V. and How He Sees the World, was released. As always, thanks to Y-O-U, Mr./Ms./Mrs. Reader for supporting my writing habit and providing so much excellent feedback. Your reviews have humbled me, and that's just not an easy thing to do. :)


The third and fourth Bill Evers books are underway (one of them is a collaborative effort!). Writing action/adventure novels is my passion, and completing one brings me a sense of accomplishment like few other things I have achieved in my life. Again, thank you to everyone who supports this strange affliction I have; sitting in front of a monitor and keyboard for countless hours seems ridiculous, right up to the moment a proof copy of a book is in my hands. It is at that time I realize an overwhelming desire to continue the process so many writers refer to as "the craft."


I accidentally signed up for a five mile obstacle course to be held in October. Obviously, alcohol should never be mixed when signing up for healthy endeavors or sporting activities. I have been pounding away trying to be just fit enough so as to avoid embarrassing myself at the event. So far, so good--y'all just throw up a prayer for me every now and again if you would.


With much excitement, I have watched some of my karate students grow and mature over the summer. Those who practice are making great strides in their personal development. As a teacher, this makes me happy and drives me to continue teaching.


Just recently, Cathy and I ventured to Las Vegas, Nevada where my old friends Robyn, Tommy, and Ricky Rhinehart met me for dinner on Freemont Street. I mention Freemont Street because if you have never walked it, you should...without your kids...or parents. Debauchery notwithstanding, it was wonderful to see my friends again. Doing so somehow restores my faith in humanity. There are still good people in the world!

This Fall promises a lot more action and travel. I am looking forward to what the immediate future holds and can't wait to get "there."


Love, peace, and bacon grease,


~h