Speaking With Eloquence

Posted by Maryann on July 20, 2016 |

This is our second week of drama camp, and it has been so much fun watching the kids tap into their creativity and find the words and music for the original production they are writing: “The Good, The Bad & The Downright Silly.” We have performances this coming weekend, then next Monday I crash. 


So while I am busy at camp, Slim Randles is here again as today’s Wednesday’s Guest, with a post about good old Windy and his eloquent way of speaking – NOT! But he is funny. 

It’s still blazing hot here in Texas, so iced-tea all around. Enjoy…


The closed-season school board meeting was called to order half an hour late by its chairman, J. Buckdancer Alcott, because the board members saw Windy Wilson sitting in the audience.

Windy had no children, and he sure as sugar wasn’t a teacher, but he could talk. And he was patiently biding his time. Despite the board’s foot dragging through the agenda, Windy didn’t give up and go home.

Finally, Alcott said it was time for public feedback and asked if anyone wanted to speak. Windy raised his hand. Alcott looked desperately around, but Windy’s hand was the only one raised. He nodded in Windy’s direction.

“My name is Alphonse Wilson,” he said, standing, “and I live here.”

“We know who you are, Windy,” said Alcott.

“Thanks, Buck. I feel it’s my duty to bring to the board’s attention a strategic dearth of learning with these young people today. A paucity of eddyflication. In short, their vocabulary is seriously obfusticated. We have to ask ourselves, what are these young people going to do in polite society when a hostess passes around the horse doovers? Are they going to palaver proper, or just sit there on their sacrolibriums and nod? Are they going to be admitted to the barn association, write them writs of habeas porpoise, or just sue each other out of court? Are we really doing them a favor by not enrichelating their talking prior to a proper propulsion into adultery? I say no!”

At this point, two ladies in the audience quickly excused themselves and dashed into the hallway.

“Instead of being instructed in proper English, our students today spend all their time watching private defective shows on television. So I think teachers should work on getting ‘em more eloquenter than they are now.”

“Mr. Wilson,” asked one of the board members, “what is it about the way our students speak that you find objectionable?”

“They say like all the time.  Instead of making a simple declarational sentencing, they say, ‘Oh, I was like this and he was like that, and she like ate dinner.’

Windy doesn’t even charge for these lessons. They’re always, like, free.


The Home Country radio show will be coming soon to a radio station near you! New, from Syndication Networks.

Slim Randles writes a nationally syndicated column, Home Country and is the author of a number of books including  Saddle Up: A Cowboy Guide to Writing. That title, and others, are published by  LPD Press. His columns have been compiled into the book Home Country.

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Book Release – R.I.L.Y. forever by Norah Bennett

Posted by Maryann on July 17, 2016 |

Instead of a book review today, I want to introduce you to a new romance by Norah Bennett. Read on to enjoy an excerpt and find the links to enter the giveaway for some neat prizes.



Julia and Ethan meet at the age of sixteen and are drawn to one another, first as friends then as lovers. When everything and everyone Julia holds dear is threatened, she is forced to do the unimaginable. Under a veil of secrets and lies, the young lovers are violently separated. The last time Julia sees Ethan, he gives her a heart-shaped silver locket with the inscription, R.I.L.Y. Forever.
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Twenty-two years pass before Ethan and Julia’s lives intersect again in a small town in Northwest Jersey. Their reunion is unexpected and emotional. Their passion reignites and their relationship flourishes despite Julia’s abusive ex-husband and Ethan’s possessive ex-wife. But the past rears its ugly head and the lovers soon discover that a foundation built on secrets will always crumble. Can Ethan and Julia overcome their painful past and learn the lessons of honesty, trust, and forgiveness in time to save their love?


Julia stopped walking, thinking, breathing! Her world narrowed to him—his tousled, thick, brown hair, his mesmerizing gray-blue eyes that changed with his every mood, and his long, thick lashes that were the envy of every girl in high school. Julia devoured Ethan with her eyes. She couldn’t help herself. She was starved. He was taller and more built than she recalled, but his handsome face with its square chin, slightly crooked nose from years of playing football, and full, sensuous lips, was the same image that visited her dreams nightly.

Julia knew the instant he became aware of her. He stopped answering Aimee as his gaze shifted and centered on her. His pupils widened and his eyes darkened to a smoky gray. Aimee followed his gaze. Her brows furrowed and she took a step toward Julia. But Ethan grasped her elbow and shook his head.

Julia’s eyes never left Ethan’s tall, muscular frame as he walked toward her. The room and all its inhabitants fell away until there was only him. The soft caress of his eyes touched every inch of her. She studied his face, but his expression was neutral. He stood silently examining her and it was left to Julia to break the silence. The problem was she had no idea what to say. No words were adequate to express how she felt. But as her eyes locked with his, she hoped they voiced what her lips couldn’t. She missed him. Missed him every second, minute, and hour they were apart. When he was hers, he was her best friend, her lover, her confidant. He was her everything. When she lost him, the ground beneath her feet shook so violently, it brought her to her knees and it took years to learn how to stand on her own, without him.

Tears pooled in Julia’s eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around herself. Ethan’s assessing gaze tracked her every movement and then his eyes, followed by his mouth, softened.

He remembered.


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Norah is a contemporary romance writer living deep in the woods on a lake in NW Jersey. She has been married for thirty years to the love of her life. She has two adult children, a Great Dane, a Maltipoo, and a Cockatoo. There is never any peace in her house and she likes it that way.

By day she is a serious professor and administrator at a university in the Northeast. By night she lets her imagination flow as a romance writer. Although it is incredibly hard to balance both worlds, it’s a hell of a lot of fun walking around having this delicious secret, this alternate life that few people know about. Welcome to the world of Norah Bennett.


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Everyone Loves a Mystery

Posted by Maryann on July 13, 2016 |

Slim Randles is here to entertain you today as Wednesday’s Guest, while I am busy playing with the kids at Marilee’Z KidZZ on Stage Drama Camp. We are packed to the crevices in the walls with kids who are brimming over with excitement and creativity. Unfortunately, due to this nasty Ramsay Hunt Syndrome that will not go away, I had to stay home on Tuesday. Hopefully, I can make it through today. I do love these two weeks with the kids.

Have a glass of iced tea, and read on…


We all know that someone will find Jenkins’s cabin. Someday. Oh, it’s up there in those hills somewhere. We all know that.

It’s become a friendly object of conjecture and speculation. No one living has seen it, as far as we know. Jenkins himself died quietly when he was on one of his infrequent trips to town for supplies. Funny guy, that Jenkins.

He worked in the city for years, mostly as a night watchman in a factory that made diapers. Didn’t really enjoy people much, and told us many times how nice it was to just be in the huge factory when it was quiet. Then one day he decided to move to the mountains and make pretty things out of leather. Once in a while he’d have his coffee at the counter at the Mule Barn, but often as not, he’d camp out on the edge of town for the two or three days it took him to sell his crafts and buy supplies. He’d smile and wave from his campsite, then he’d be gone one morning. We wouldn’t see him again for months.

Now and then someone would ask him where his cabin was, and he’d just point toward the mountains and say, “Up there.”

How far up there?

“A ways.”

What was his cabin like?

“Not too big.”

And so we came to regard the little cabin as an intriguing mystery, an object of local legend. After he died, several of the fellows tried to backtrack him to find the place, but Jenkins evidently didn’t take the same trail each time, as though he wanted his quiet times protected from even a friendly visit from one of us. During his lifetime, we respected his wishes. In this country, a man has a perfect right to be a little strange. And, truth be known, we hold a certain admiration for those of us who hear different instructions.

But there is something in the human spirit, also, that begs to have its mysteries solved. So now, several times each year, one or two of us will use the mystery of the lost cabin as an excuse to poke our noses into the nuances and seclusions of these hills. We play off our curiosity against our wishes to respect a man’s privacy, even when he’s gone.

We have yet to discover Jenkins’s lost cabin.

Maybe we never will.

Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, either.


The Home Country radio show will be coming soon to a radio station near you! New, from Syndication Networks.

Slim Randles writes a nationally syndicated column, Home Country and is the author of a number of books including  Saddle Up: A Cowboy Guide to Writing. That title, and others, are published by  LPD Press. His columns have been compiled into the book Home Country.


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Putting Differences Aside

Posted by Maryann on July 6, 2016 |

When I posted this last Wednesday, I had no idea how fitting it would be in light of the shootings in MN, TX, and LA. 

I truly wish it wasn’t.

Slim Randles, my frequent Wednesday’s Guest, is a man of humor and wisdom, and today he shares a touching essay on how the Fourth of July can be so special. For those of us with a patriotic streak a mile wide, Independence Day is a top holiday, and I always think of how it draws us together as a country. Unified. One people of many colors, and one country united in freedom.

Slim shares my sentiment.

On this hot, hot, hot, Texas day, a bite of watermelon can be so refreshing. Have a slice on me and read on.



The annual Fourth of July picnic was a celebration of time and freedom. We’d all watched the parade, earlier, because that’s what you do on the Fourth, and we believe in it.

Our parade features Scout troops in uniform, the high school band, floats with pretty girls … well, okay, it’s actually Delbert’s convertible with signs on the doors … and little kids proudly leading their dogs down our main street. In other words, pretty much everyone.

Those of us who aren’t marching have been known to say things like, “Hon, isn’t that the Delgado kid with that German shepherd? My, he’s grown.”

You know.

And then we go to the picnic and gorge ourselves and play softball and horseshoes and soak up the sun and laugh a lot. It’s a time for asking mere acquaintances from grocery store sightings just how they’re doing, in hopes of becoming real friends. It’s time to catch up on friends who have been solid bricks in our wall of life forever. It’s also a time to rejoice and see new bundles of babies that have joined us since last year, and feel a bit sad at those who have left us, too.

It’s a time when two guys on opposite sides, politically, can just smile and talk sports and enjoy each other. There’s time enough to disagree on policies later on. No rush.handshake

And we know, deep inside, that this is the real reason we celebrate our Independence Day. Because we can set aside our differences and have fun together. We can be free to have fun together because a long time ago some men in powdered wigs were smart enough to look ahead toward … well, toward this very picnic of ours, actually.

They wanted it to be fun, too.


The Home Country radio show will be coming soon to a radio station near you! New, from Syndication Networks.

Slim Randles writes a nationally syndicated column, Home Country and is the author of a number of books including  Saddle Up: A Cowboy Guide to Writing. That title, and others, are published by  LPD Press. His columns have been compiled into the book Home Country.


Celebrate this week with a chance to win more than 50 contemporary romances or a Kindle Fire. My romance, Play it Again, Sam is one of the featured books.

Enter now for your chance to win. Contest ends Monday, July 11.  bit.ly/july-4th-romance

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Prizes! Prizes! Prizes!

Posted by Maryann on July 4, 2016 |

It’s my birthday once again. They seem to come quicker and quicker each year. Funny how that happens. My grandmother told me they would, but I was sixteen then. What could she possibly mean? That summer I spent with her, the days moved as slowly as the cool breeze that wafted through the trees that shaded her front porch. I didn’t have a clue.

And yes, “I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy, born on the Fourth of July.” I sing that every year, much to the chagrin of my children.

One of my sisters sent me this lovely card, and the front message make me chuckle. The inside words brought a bit of mist to my eyes along with the smile. And don’t you just love those baby faces?

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Nita's card inside


And since it’s my birthday, I can do whatever I want, so I’ve teamed up with more than 50 fantastic authors to give away a huge selection of contemporary romance novels, PLUS a Kindle Fire to one lucky winner!

The book I’m giving away is Play It Again, Sam, a story of love lost and then found again.


BOOK BLURB: When her husband comes home from work one day to announce he’s moving out, Samantha Rutgers thinks it’s a joke. She hopes it’s a joke. It’s not. He packs his suitcase and moves out. For twenty-five years, Sam was a corporate wife, a stay-at-home mom. Now she’s divorced, adrift, and alienated from her daughter who blames her for the divorce. And what is she going to do about sex?

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The contest starts today and ends on Monday, 7/11. Enter for your chance to win by clicking here:  bit.ly/july-4th-romance

 Good Luck! 

To celebrate my birthday and the Fourth of July, I’m going to be out at the lake with my kids and grandkids, so this is it for me today. If you celebrate Independence Day, I hope you have a wonderful time with family, good food and lots of fun. We will have all three! And fireworks.


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Friday’s Odds and Ends

Posted by Maryann on July 1, 2016 |

Before getting into the usual Friday fare, I want to let you know that for the next three weeks blog entries will be sparse. I’m getting ready for the two-week drama camp at the Winnsboro Center For the Arts, so my days will be filled with kids and art and drama and fun for the next few weeks. Not to mention my big birthday bash this weekend and company next week.

I will let Slim Randles entertain you on Wednesday’s until the blog schedule returns to normal.

This photo, which has nothing to do with any of the topics here, is one I took a couple of years ago, and one of my favorites. The egrets like to hang out with the cows in the pasture across the road from me, and I was lucky to catch them just at lift off.


In The News

An interesting article, “Speaking Mirth to Power,” by Lorna Garano at Truthout this week was about L.M. Bogad, a well-known street artist and performer who has staged theatrical shows that poke fun at governments and businesses of all sorts. He has quite a history of mirthful civil disobedience on picket lines and marching with human rights groups, and he’s worked with Yes Men and helped create the Clandestine Insurgent Rebel Clown Army (CIRCA). He was also instrumental in creating the street theater organization known as Billionaires for Bush that calls for “Government of, by, and for the Corporations.”

I like what Bogad is doing on two levels. First the theatrical connection. What fun it must be to dress up and let a “character” do the protesting. And secondly, but most importantly, I really, really like that he is fostering civil disobedience using humor. What a pleasant relief from the angry rantings of some demonstrators and social activists. And if you would like to do some mirthful civil disobedience, Bogad had some helpful guides:

Now, Bogad has released Tactical Performance: The Theory and Practice of Serious Play, a complete how-to guide and comprehensive study of creative nonviolence, pranksterism, subvertisement and cultural sabotage for activists, performers and anyone who is ready to take the streets. He also recently released a second edition of his landmark Electoral Guerrilla Theatre: Radical Ridicule and Social Movements, which explains how to run for office as a gnome and actually get elected.

In other news; this from Newsmax: People on the national terrorist watch list should not be allowed to purchase guns, an overwhelming number of voters say  — according to a new Quinnipiac University poll released Thursday.

While this Texas woman was not on any terrorist watch list, perhaps she should not have been able to have guns. Last Friday, Christy Sheats, 42, shot her daughters Madison, 17, and Taylor 22, after a family dispute. Her husband was not injured, but watched the whole thing in horror. When police arrived, they found the victims and the shooter outside, and when Christy would not put down the weapon, they shot and killed her.

What a horrible, senseless tragedy.

Writing Wisdom

In the July/August issue of The Atlantic, there is a terrific article by Terrence Rafferty titled Women Are Writing the Best Crime Novels. Since I write crime novels, I was pleased to get that endorsement, even though I know it was not meant specifically for me. Smile

Rafferty wrote about the protagonists from Gone Girl, calling them childish and petty and said they will kill for no other reason that self-validation.

This is not a world Raymond Chandler would have recognized. On the streets his people walked, motives were more basic—money, sex—and means were more direct. “When in doubt,” he once told his genre brethren, “have a man come through a door with a gun in his hand.” When today’s crime writers are in doubt, they have a woman come through the door with a passive-aggressive zinger on her lips.

The article goes on to compare the PI to the cowboy image – tough, rugged men who could right the wrongs and ride off into the sunset on their favorite steed. Today’s crime fiction is different. For many women writers, the focus is on the emotional and psychological, rather than the shooting and violence. Rafferty made this interesting observation:

Male crime writers seem never to have fully recovered from the loss of the private eye as a viable protagonist, and men, for whatever reason (sports?), appear to need a hero of some kind to organize their stories around. Cops and lawyers and the odd freelance avenger (Lee Child’s Jack Reacher) are about all that’s left.

There is a lot more good information at The Atlantic site, and I do hope you will go over and read the whole article. While Rafferty doesn’t mention any of my books – LOL – he does give a shout out for a number of top female crime writers from around the world. There are a couple I am going to check out, as well as a few who’s books I’ve already read and enjoyed.

Friday Funnies:

How come we choose from just two people to run for president and over fifty for Miss America ?

When I was young we used to go ‘skinny dipping.’ Now I just ‘chunky dunk.’

You don’t need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.

I used to be indecisive, but now I’m not so sure.

That’s all for me folks. Hope you have a great weekend and a wonderful Fourth of July, if you live in the States and celebrate Independence Day. If you care to comment or leave a joke to add to my short list, please do.

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Who Loves A Garage Sale?

Posted by Maryann on June 29, 2016 |

First off I have to wish my twins a happy birthday. Since they are my youngest, I won’t even count up the years since they were born. Certainly it wasn’t that long ago. I’m sure they won’t mind sharing part of their birthday cake with you as you read on about Doc and a garage sale and a red tie. 


Now help me welcome Slim Randles as today’s Wednesday’s Guest.

There was Doc, just cruising around slowly on a warm Saturday, alone with his thoughts, which kinda centered around “I sure am lucky to live here.”

Then he saw the cardboard boxes with bricks on top to hold them down in the wind, and an arrow on the front.

Saling! Yard saling! It’s that season again. And of course he had to stop. Especially if you hadn’t been yard saling in months.

He wandered through mountains of magazines, crates of kitchen utensils, tons of tools and cartons of old clothes. Then he saw it. A red tie. He didn’t have a red tie. He didn’t wear a tie except to church and that was just because Mrs. Doc made him do it.

But he didn’t have a red tie, and that fact alone made him feel … well … incomplete?

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I mean, what if one of the guys came over to the house and asked if he could borrow Doc’s red tie? Think about it. What would he say?

“Well, sorry, Herb. I have never owned a red tie.”

“You don’t mean it!”

And Doc would be forced to nod sadly and suffer the pitying glances of a fellow human being.

He bought the tie. Fifty cents.

Spending that half dollar did several things for Doc that Saturday. It gave him a feeling of completeness. Now if someone came by to borrow … oh yes, he’s ready. And buying that tie also made him feel more … American.

On warm weekends here in Home Country, we set out our cardboard boxes with the arrows on them and we haul all our detritus out onto the driveway and the lawn and we do our bit to make sure our fellow Americans are fulfilled in the red tie department.

Of course, we watch, don’t we, as our friends and neighbors pick through things we’ve been storing since the Eisenhower Administration. And if any one of them should curl a lip in scorn at one of these treasures, we’ll consider scratching them off the birthday party list.

Respect, after all, is the very backbone of democracy.

I love garage sales. Do you? Have you found any treasures at one? I found a really nice antique tape dispenser that I still have on the telephone stand in my living room.


And now a word from Slim’s sponsor:

Brought to you by Strange Tales of Alaska, by Slim Randles. Now an ebook on Amazon.com.


The Home Country radio show will be coming soon to a radio station near you! New, from Syndication Networks.

Slim Randles writes a nationally syndicated column, Home Country and is the author of a number of books including  Saddle Up: A Cowboy Guide to Writing. That title, and others, are published by  LPD Press. His columns have been compiled into the book Home Country.


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Monday Morning Musings

Posted by Maryann on June 27, 2016 |

Readers and writers alike can relate to this meme. There is a great deal of happiness in the creative process and a lot in reading the results of another author’s creative process.

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Saturday night I was able to go to my first live concert in months. This Ramsay Hunt Syndrome causes visual and auditory problems. For months now, I’ve had to spend too many days sitting in a dark quiet room, which basically stinks.

Anyway, it was a thrill to go to the concert at the Winnsboro Center For The Arts. Neptune’s Car, a folk duo from New England, entertained us with lovely, original songs. Their songs and albums have been on the top of several folk music charts, and I fell in love with another singing duo, Holly Hanson and Steve Hayes. And Steve on guitar was magical. Made me itch to get my guitar out, although I could never play as well as he does, unless I gave up writing to practice hours each day, and that is never going to happen.

You can sample some of their music HERE  It is well worth a visit to their site, and be sure to listen to “Lighthouse Keeper.” It is one of their top songs, and one of my favorites they sang Saturday night.

Of course, we were all curious about their name, and Holly satisfied that curiosity by telling us that the name comes from the name of a clipper ship. She recounted a true story of a woman, Mary Patten, who captained the ship in 1857, after her husband fell ill. She had to fight off mutiny from the first mate, while assuming the captains duties, and  successfully navigated the ship, Neptune’s Car, around Cape Horn to San Francisco with cargo intact.

Now that is one strong woman, and I salute her.

Last Friday, Bernie Sanders was on the Morning Joe talk show on MSNBC where he was asked if he would vote for Hillary Clinton, even though he has not officially ended his campaign. He answered in the affirmative and followed with this:

“I think the issue right here is I’m going to do everything I can to defeat Donald Trump,” he said. I think in so many ways would be a disaster for this country if he were elected president.”

There’s been quite a furor over England withdrawing from the EU, and what that means globally. Of course all the anti-government folks are shouting the loudest, and some people are even saying it is all Obama’s fault. What?

I’m not going to comment, as one of my writer friends, Tim Hallinan, said all that needs to be said. At least that is my opinion. Tim is a terrific writer who has won many accolades for his books, so do check out his website if you’d like to find some good summer reads. This is a recent post from Tim’s  Facebook page that he gave me permission to post:

I just want to suggest that the wave of anti-government sentiment that carried the voters of England to reject the EU is very similar to the wave in this country that’s taken Donald Trump from being an orally flatulent reality TV star on a fading show to his position at the top of the Republican Party’s national ticket. People all over the place are sick and tired of their government, and often for good reason. This should lead all non-Trumpeters to double down on their commitment. I’m afraid it’s going to be a long, bumpy night.

That’s all for me folks. I hope you had a great weekend. Did you do anything fun and interesting? Do share in the comments. And let me know if you check out the music by Neptune’s Car. 

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Friday’s Odds & Ends

Posted by Maryann on June 24, 2016 |

Before we get into the news, I thought you might enjoy this:

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One of the things trending in the news of late is the lack of any real gun control legislation coming from a recent Senate session.

Here is what Stephen Colbert had to say to the senate:

Senate! You couldn’t pass a bill if it was coasted in Ex-Lax. But if you ever did pass a bill it would say ‘Be it resolved: No kissing and the NRA should just leave the money on the dresser’!

To read more of Stephen’s comments from a recent show, visit Daily Kos.

In Trumster news this week, there are a couple of interesting items. First the announcement that Apple, Wells Fargo, Walgreens, Ford, UPS, Motorola and JP Morgan Chase are pulling their sponsorship of the Republican National Convention. According to an article on Credo, the business said they object to Trump’s hate-filled rhetoric.

Not only are corporations pulling away from the convention, CNN has reported that a number of high profile Republican politicians are considering skipping the convention because they’re “fearful of a potential melee in Cleveland this summer.

Secondly, it appears that Trump is running out of campaign money, and is now soliciting donations. When he started his campaign he said he had enough money to pay his own way, but a recent report shows he is way behind Hillary in campaign finances.

And where has some of his campaign money gone?

According to a story on NewsMax, he has put at least $6.2 million back into Trump corporate products and services, a review of Federal Election Commission filings shows. That’s about 10 percent of his total campaign expenditures. His campaign even buys Trump bottled water and Trump wine.

Writing Wisdom

There was a terrific post by Sarah Madison on her blog the other day. It was a commentary about people who expect things for free – Dear Broke Reader, You’re Killing Me. She listed all the reasons that people feel entitled to freebies: I work hard. I deserve my reward. And I’m broke.

I had to laugh when Sarah said, she’s broke, too. She then went on to point out all the way people can get a free read without resorting to the Pirate Sites that have popped up that are basically stealing an author’s bread and butter. We’re mostly broke, too. Well, except for James Patterson and J.K. Rowling. LOL

Anyway this was the best part of Sarah’s commentary:

Besides, there’s this marvelous thing called a public library. You can go there and check out books, movies, and music for free! The best part is the library already paid for these things! And because it’s a loan which you will then return, it’s not stealing. Also, the library paid for these things out of a portion of the taxes you give to your community. So not checking out books from your library is like paying for Netflix and never using it.

But you want to read stories in your favorite genres and the library doesn’t carry them. Ask them to. If there is enough demand, the library will look into getting the stories you want. It can’t hurt to ask.

Since a few of my books are in libraries; in paper, e-book, and audio, I am a great supporter of library use. And unlike the pirate sites, libraries buy the books instead of stealing them.

Another thoughtful post at Writer Unboxed  was written by  Porter Anderson posed the question of when and how writers should respond to acts of terror, and what is our responsibility to do so, or not.  He admits that taking a public stand for or against gun control, homosexuality, or any of the issues that divide us can be tricky for an author. How will our stands affect our readers? Will they be angry? Anger seems to be so common today, especially in social media. And one angry reader can influence countless others.

So, do we sit back and never speak up? Porter suggests that we do not.

Writers are our most eloquent speakers, at least writers of talent and skill are. If anyone can find the grace to say what needs saying when the depravity of human evil is revealed to us and our weaponry is turned on innocent people, shouldn’t it be good writers?

That is precisely why I have used my blog to make public statements to support the causes I believe in, as well as point out the absurdities that abound. Has it cost me readers? Maybe, but I can’t let that hold me back.

What about you? Have you risked the public outcry by talking opening for or against an issue? 

Friday’s Funnies

Only a few this week, as this blog ran pretty long.

1. Where there’s a will, I want to be in it.
2. The last thing I want to do is hurt you … but it’s still on my list.
3. Since light travels faster than sound, some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
4. If I agreed with you, we’d both be wrong.
5. We never really grow up — we only learn how to act in public.
6. War does not determine who is right, only who is left.
7. Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

Here’s hoping everyone has a great weekend. If you care to comment about anything here, please do.

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Embarrassing Moments

Posted by Maryann on June 22, 2016 |

Slim Randles is today’s Wednesday’s Guest with another offering about Windy. We haven’t heard from Windy in a while, and lest you think that Slim has forgotten how to proof his columns, this is just the way Windy speaks. One of the reasons for his name. Not only does he massacre the English language, he sure does like to talk.

Since the guys are having coffee at the Mule Barn Truck Stop, why don’t we share some cinnamon rolls with them. Help yourself to one.

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“Carnsider this for a minute, boys,” Windy said, sadly shaking his head at the King Arthur memorial round table at the Mule Barn truck stop. “I mean to say, well you know them ladies actually asked me to be their speaker, right?”

We nodded and sipped our early afternoon coffee.

“I mean, all I done was tell ‘em I had new thoughts on our future and suggested it would make a good speechify for their Ladies Literary League and Garden Society meeting. And after I done that for maybe a month, they invited me to come to the lunch and deliver my pregnastications for ‘em. So I did. Today. Even paid for my lunch, bless ‘em.”

“Sounds like fun, Windy,” Doc said.

“You’da thunk, eh?” Windy said. “But I was in for an existictual surprise, I can tell ya that. I mean, I had it all spread out for ‘em. You know. How we was conscriptin’ along toward certain abolishment of oblivity and such, and them ladies .. all of ‘em … even Mrs. Doc … wouldn’t look me in the eye.

“Well, you know I finagulated that speechify book out of the library last week in preparatory for this speech, and it said you had to make eye contact with the audience. No … it really did. So I was eye contactin’ them, but they wouldn’t eye contact me back, boys. Not a one.”

Windy sucked down some caffeine and looked up at the Pepsi sign over the steer horns on the wall.

“Gotta tell ya, I thought them ladies was nicer’n that. And after we was done with lunch, they didn’t even look me in the eye when they thanked me for coming. Thassa fact.”

“And then you came straight here, Windy?” Doc asked.

“Shore did. Straight here.”

Doc started laughing. “Windy, your fly’s open.”


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