Personals?…Hmmm…

I’m a private person. Okay that’s it. Done.

Kidding.

Um. I like bright colors as you can see: orange, yellow, red. There are some I dislike. Purple (I don’t believe I’ve ever owned anything that color). Pink (reminds me of a despicable, old saying). Screaming blues hurt my eyes, although, midnight blue smokes. To me, the only objects worth a green tint are vegetation and, of course, paper cash: Jacksons, Franklins, McKinleys too, if I happen upon the big bills. Hmm. Money and plants. Aren’t those good things to have in your possession? Makes me wonder why somebody labeled jealousy (or envy) green.

What else? Well, I enjoy reading. My list of favorite authors is too lengthy to put here. Let’s just say I’m a huge fan of mystery, suspense, and thrillers. Adult, contemporary stuff. For a change of pace, I’ll pick up a futuristic or horror for my Nook (no tree killer here), but I’ve yet to get into YA tales because I left my teeny-bopper years about…Hah-hah. For the record, leaving my teens was a real eye-opener for the better. The younger protags and their storylines still got game, except they’re not my aphrodisiac. I know. Folks of all ages love ’em. Sweet. To each his own. Life would be damn boring if everybody liked the same everything.

I’ve lurked around the blogomania scene, which I won’t start my own yet because they tend to get personal, if you know what I mean, when I’m not one to bite my tongue on issues. Pissing matches. Catfights. Could be that both help Earth spin on its axis. I’m not exactly a newbie, have seen plenty of hell online up close and personal-like. Anyhow, I do know a little something about the publishing industry. I’ve written a couple of in-need-of-overhauling manuscripts. Lots of writers suffer the same tension. To some, those homegrown stories are called Works in Progress or WiPs. I use a better term: Hopefuls! Snapshots of mine are (or will be) listed under Sneak Peeks.

Speaking of websites…okay, maybe I wasn’t, but I can yak about whatever the hell I want on my own damn site. Putting this hell together was a trip, a ten stress-factor since I’m a pro-amateur. Thanks to those folks who aided me when I needed aid, whether surfing the net for published info or conversation! Lots of helpful gurus out there, and the real website developers deserve every crying dime they earn for their expertise. I know, I know. Why not Word-Press or Blogger? Meh. I wanted something different from the storm of W-Pers and such. And I love the floating menu. Programming the site certainly tested my abilities and my patience. Works for me! Who knows if the site runs on all browsers or all computers. Email me if you happen to run across a comedy of errors. I’ll get to it. Fixing boo-boos ain’t easy, like overhauling your story’s WTF-was-I-thinking chaos.

Moving on.

No sense in divulging where my family roots grow or where I’ve replanted mine, and staying in the same place too, too long…yawn. I never would put personal info on the internet highway for permanent viewing in cyberspace. No one should. Anyway, I’ll live anywhere as long as palm trees grow gracefully outdoors, snow tires are a figment of my fertile imagination, and I have my freedom. With stress-free writing time. Like I said, I’m not into a personal blog yet. I also haven’t ventured into MySpacing, Facebooking, or Twittering. As for the latter, I can’t think of a good reason to constantly check for input. Who really wants to read my blow-by-blow activity anyway? Not me, and I’m supposed to write it? Puh-lese. No doubt I’ll have to join the 21st century yakkers and twitterlies one day, when I'm “known” among the masses. Probably sooner than that. Like…I might've already joined Twitter by the time you read this stuff. For the time being, my Yakking page (future blog?) is the place for current news, rants, brow archers, etcetera: an unscheduled, open-book diary of yak [hopefully] far from the snooze syndrome. As in my first book contract. Yessiree, Bob, high hopes blended with effort can make it happen even when the industry’s trying to beat back a tailspin. For the time being I’m joining the S. P. C. — Self-Pubbed Club. I’ve also included a Notables page of useful links, listing only a few worthy entries. Cyberspace contains so much information. It just takes a little bit of time to find it.

Everyone’s welcome to drop me a line. Click Email Me and you’re good to go. Bank on my reply unless you’re sending trash unworthy of my precious time. We all get crap from fools that have nothing better to do than nag the general population with sh...er...junk. My novels are littered with appropriate filth. So what if a few of my characters have attitudes? That’s my perogative—my stories with a Taste Of Attitude.

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