I imagine, you’re like, what? Well, the truth be told, sometimes I don’t know what to write about in my blogs. The same for my books. I have to push aside a manuscript for what seems like days to get new inspiration to move forward.
However, today… my inspiration for this blog is our newest story: The Yavapai County Murders. In this story, Detective Allen Anderson, and his assistant, Rebecca Tsosie, are on a new adventure to solve another serial murder in their small town of Ash Fork, Arizona. Rebecca is in her last semester at the NAU branch at Yavapai College in Prescott. She hears about murders happening there. Young men who went to Ash Fork High School are found dead. She and Detective Allen begin assisting the Prescott Police Department to ascertain who may be involved, what the motive is, and whether or not they can help before more young men are killed. This book is the follow-on to the Death at Hells Canyon Quarry story. I use the terminology “follow-on” because I don’t think this is a true sequel. I could be wrong, though. Death at Hells Canyon Quarry ended before Rebecca Tsosie leaves high school. This book begins almost four years later, just before she’s graduating from college. AND btw, Rebecca got her name from a dear friend of mine. I never told her I used her name.
Additionally, TJ has his story, The Man Who Rode Dragons, available on Amazon, as well. This one is for all you dragon & fantasy lovers: Two friends, who by a peculiarity in the vortex, find themselves in the realm of magical creatures. This is a place where dreams come from. After spending two days there, Bill and Larry return but have no memories of the place. Then, the day before graduation from Arizona State University, two people arrive from the other realm. They need Bill and Larry’s help. Neither Bill nor Larry remembers anything about their trip to the other side. The two from the other realm return their memories to them. When that happens, they agree to go back. There is one glitch. Diana, Larry’s girlfriend, wants to go as well. During the memory transfer, she learns what they remember. Now the three are off on an adventure they never expected.
TJ and I have too many irons in the fire these days. We have some house repairs, some yard clean up (a lot of yard clean up), and we are getting ready for the Desert Foothills Book Festival, October 18. If you’re available, we’d love you to come! Look on our events page for the address in Scottsdale, AZ.
Our trailer should be back from the repair shop this week. Months sooner than if we took it to that hack place we bought it from. I, personally, can’t wait. I want to go somewhere for a short trip. The one good thing about the trailer being gone is, I can see across the street. We have to park it outside our fence in front of our house, which blocks the view. I don’t love that. On the other hand, I can watch over the RV while it sits out there. We would have to do some major renovation to park the beast inside the yard. That would be my preference, but I’m not sure if that will ever happen. Not an emergency, though…
So. Many of you know me as a cousin, niece, friend, but do you know who I am? Do we talk about life? This is the editorial section of the blog. A few weeks ago, a young Christian man was assassinated by someone who had built up hate and anger in his heart. I had heard of the young man, but never listened to him. I form my own opinions based on other sources, but mainly the Bible. The event caused me to look into what he could have possibly been saying to cause this much ire that someone felt they had to murder him. In cold blood. In front of thousands of young people. On a college campus. Then the ugliness that came from certain people afterwards… I felt I was listening to demons screaming against Jesus, shouting that they had won a battle. But no martyr goes down without leaving thousands in his wake. Thousands of young people, and I. I, who never listened to this young man, listened. I formed an opinion without help from anyone by him. He talked about God. About loving Jesus more than anything. About loving his wife and kids. He told the truth about the scripture in the Bible. He told about how Jesus was out savior. And hate tried to wipe him out. But hate made a mistake. I am sad this happened. I was shocked for several days, and I was grieved. But hate made a mistake. The ones left behind are currently rising up in Jesus’ name. What are you doing?
Mirror Gate Chronicles 