Did I predict today's cult?

I loved writing this book and am still very grateful that it was published. As you may or may not know, I grew up in a library and always knew I'd be a writer, and this story was the one that lay dormant in me all those years and after. Plus, I feel it predicted much of what's going on today, plus many aspects of my life. If you have read it, thank you! If not, there's still time this summer ot have your hot girl or hot boy summer read! Much love.

The Soul Seekers - Kindle edition by Saia, Amy. Paranormal Romance Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

Rain, the mall, rain

It wasn’t supposed to rain again but it did: yesterday, today . . . tomorrow? I should be grateful because it’s so hot everywhere else, but as Thelma says in Rear Window, “It only makes the heat wet.” Plus the mosquitoes are everywhere. What a summer! The trips to the mall with my spawn have been nice, and the walks with my dog are good for the soul. I hope you’re having a dry-ish, not-too-hot (or dry/or wet) summer. 

 

Remembering that I was once a musician . . .

My music from what feels like another lifetime. It doesn't sound half bad after surviving a pandemic and the general chaos of life. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for listening. And, who would I be if I didn't plug my stuff on itunes? 

I wrote this one in my garage, probably on a summer day much like this. The general song was there, the riff, and some of the lyrics. The song is based on the somewhat simplistic idea that you can move to a new state and change your entire life--I've always lived close to the border of Kansas and Missouri (had to drive to the latter to get beer on Sunday). Beer is one thing, what about your whole life? It's one of those fascinations of not only societal change, but earth and landscape going from dry flat prairie to lush, hilly lakes and a bunch of small towns hidden amongst in the woods. Have you ever seen the pan handle strip of the northwest area of OK? That is strangely fascinates me as well . . . to live in a desolated strip of America wedged between everywhere else. It feels like another world. 

Kansas City is a tough place to live, on both sides, and I kept getting an image of a young man with only a few possessions stepping on a bus that leads to another life. Then came the other stories . . . Thanks again for listening.