Another Story Completed

Yesterday I finished writing my first draft of my latest new novel and new series, Beyond The Pale, A Pink Diamond Mystery. 

 I have yet to start the editing process that will take a few weeks, but I feel really good about this, much more so than the last book I did, The Wizard. 

Beyond the Pale: A Pink Diamond Thriller is a detailed crime thriller narrative centered around the brutal murder of an elderly couple, Howard and Elizabeth Plum, at their orchard near Omak, Washington. The suspected murderer, Tommy Tubervale, a homeless drifter with a troubled past, is on the run, and the story follows the investigations led by the Pink Diamond Detective Agency and local law enforcement as they unravel the complex web behind the murder and related events. 

As I told you in an earlier blog post, Charlotte, Trixie and the new girl, Ginger are partners of a private detective agency called Pink Diamond. They get hired on to a missing person investigation related to a homicide in Omak, Washington. What these women don’t know is there are secrets going back thirty years that they must reveal to learn the truth.  

That’s no small feat in a rural town that don’t like outsiders coming in to cause trouble and stir up old squabbles and memories the towns people just as soon forget. 

The murder becomes related to a long standing feud between two families, and it cuts into a cultural mistrust of locals versus people on the outside who don’t understand their ways. 

As is my writing style I do my best to make sense of themes pertinent to the overall story. I did a back story on Ginger that she later confesses to Trixie of a past that is filled with disillusionment, betrayal, and heartache when her father gives her up to be a sexual object to four men when she was thirteen and escapes one night after poisoning and killing the four men. 

I continue on this line when I introduce Milton Freewater, a Colville Native who has a vision of a “man of authority” killing the suspected murderer’s father thirty years prior. The Native suddenly disappears and I used that as a sounding board for the murdered and missing indigenous people in this state and country. 

I feel confident about this book and hopefully will get positive feedback from my beta readers. I can’t wait to start editing.

The Audio Interview for A Man’s Passion

My fellow, loyal readers, I have great news to share. Kate Delaney’s interview with me is now live. 

Though I was asked to do a video to compliment the audio, I vetoed the idea because of the added cost involved. 

Please listen to it and see for yourself how this book is written by buying a copy for yourself. It is, as Kate Delaney promoted available “for a song.” 

Funny Thing About Dreams

I have vivid dreams that are wonderfully crazy and odd and silly. Last night was no exception. I can’t recall how many times I saw giants, flying monkeys, or felt like I was falling endlessly when I was a child.  The flying monkeys was my first experience watching The Wizard of Oz. I still get anxious watching those monkeys flying whenever I watch that movie. 

When I was that young boy, I didn’t awaken screaming out in terror. For me, nightmares or any dreams I had were movies that I watched throughout their conclusion. Later dreams that molded to my growing body became more sexual in nature and of course the result spoke for itself. 

When I became an adult of course I dreamt of workplace dramas, being late for a final exam, though I have been out of college for years, adventures in my National Guard days, including where I’m shot in the head as I’m going up a beach in the heat of battle. That was back when we were on standby during Operation Desert Shield. 

In my later years, my dreams included people I’ve known and loved who passed before me. They were my parents and friends I’ve known for years. I look upon those dreams in a positive light too. I feel God blessing me by going to heaven and visiting these spirits who come to life in my dreams. 

Oh, I also have dreams involving traveling to this mega city, where I have no idea where I’m driving and suddenly my car is stuck inside this building and I have to get out and walk to an elevator or staircase and climb or go up. 

Now last night I had this dream that I was with these people who had interesting pets, two were normal animals: a dog and a cat. But then this creature appears that I at first thought was a feathered bird of green and yellow plumage. I also have occasional dreams in color though most of the time they’re in black and white. Anyway, this animal had short, stubby wings and four legs with webbed feet like a duck. The beak was like a platypus. 

I like my dreams because they are so wonderfully crazy, odd and silly. I like watching these movies in my head and don’t care if people who read this think I’m an odd duck. It’s just how it is. 

What A Year

My fellow loyal readers, It’s January 1, 2026, and I have to say, what a year it has been. I had my fair share of good, bad, and indifferent times these last twelve months. Of course I prefer the good over the others,  only because I rather glow in the good that comes my way than having to deal with the bad things in life, or shrug off the indifferent. 

I started last year by seeing an ad in my online site about a car that was two years old and only had 3,000 miles on the odometer. I only get opportunities like this once in a lifetime. Though many of you had reservations about my decision, I know it was the right move, considering the age of my other Charger and its high mileage, as opposed to what I elected to do. 

I got a taste of a scammer about that time too. He claimed to be from England and wanted me to send him 56,000 copies of my book, I Albert Peabody. He also wanted me to give him $1,500. I never returned his call, and I never heard from him since. 

My marketing has become more aggressive but also more spendy. My hope, and that’s all it is at this point is the marketing pays off with solid book sales. Right now I have three marketing companies working with me to promote I Albert Peabody, reprint of A Man’s Passion,  and recently published through Austin Macauley, Four Seasons Book One, Edge of Darkness.  

My blog posts continue to thrive thanks to you my loyal readers who finds my writing so interesting and timely. Like last year, this year’s blogs were more popular receiving more likes and comments than any time prior. Again Thank you for your support. 

I finished Nate Turner, a Negro Cowboy, The Wizard and about halfway through the first draft of Beyond The Pale. The cowboy western I did took a lot of work and when I get through with this latest project I’ll dive into editing and getting it readied for publication. 

The Wizard project may or may not go far. I got it done, but I’m not happy with it right now. I combined three stories and merged them into one long book that I’m afraid might be too much for the average reader to be engaged in. 

Beyond the Pale has more promise I think. I’m going to the basics of story writing and not get tugged into different directions like with The Wizard. It’s a whodunnit and I think more favorable for you my loyal readers. Anyway that is how 2025 ended and this year begins. Thanks again for all your support. 

The Art of Communicating

Communication is the key to any relationship even one tattered and torn. I just got off the phone with my separated/soon to be ex-wife. I had recently received a nasty letter from a credit union that has the camper loan on stating that we were three months behind and threatened to take all actions necessary…yada, yada, yada. 

To know my separated wife is to understand that she like most of us has two faces, the public and the nasty. When I mentioned this she asked if I was high because all the payments are up to date. After ten minutes of back and forth she agreed to call these people up and straighten this mess out on Monday. 

Yesterday while I was at work, I was assigned to work back of house that on Fridays entails stocking not just the closets but the main paper supply room of casino essentials such as toilet paper, paper towels, and facial tissues. 

I asked the supervisor how she wanted to do this. I hadn’t done the Friday back of house in some time and was a bit rusty on the particulars. She originally came here from Bosnia some time in the 90s, and so English for her as well as the majority of my coworkers is her second language and sometimes the words and meanings gets lost in translation. 

I asked her who was going to stock the storage paper room. She thought I asked about our supply that stows the garbage liners and chemicals  we used for cleaning. She told me two of the people who normally work the outbuildings—closed due to the holiday—would be doing that. So I thought nothing more of it and went about getting other stuff we usually do taken care of. 

An hour or so later we get called on our radios wondering why the paper products haven’t been put into the paper room yet. So a complete communication breakdown occurred, and we all suffered the consequences and added undo stress on a stressful morning. 

I can go on and on with how miscommunication can lead to chaos. Back when I was in the national guard, a training sergeant once stated that communication is a weapon, and it is also power. We as a species have the ability and freedom to create harmony or chaos simply by communicating your needs or desires.  

If you know something that is important and needs to be communicated to someone else, such as a teammate, fellow soldier, or a total stranger and consciencely choose not to tell him or her this important message, than you possess power over that other person. 

I know if I never told my wife this, the consequences could be catastrophic. My credit score had already taken a nosedive before I even knew this payment was supposedly delinquent. Now, hopefully my credit will be restored to its previous good rating, though it will take some time. Workplace is another matter entirely because as I mentioned not everyone there speak fluent English and some not at all, just a phrase here or there. The idea that English is the equalizer of everyone who comes here is proof that miscommunication is a powerful weapon that breeds chaos. Good communication is the key to harmony. 

AI in the Eye of the Beholder

It is the modern day equivalent to the debate about evolution or creation, Whether the earth is flat or round, or Marxism versus capitalism. Artificial Intelligence is the topic of discussion among us professional writers. 

I did an AI search on itself through Microsoft Copilot. The positives and the negatives are pointed out to me, and I agree that in many aspects of our lives, Artificial Intelligence does make our lives easier.  

Efficiency and Automation: 

AI excels at automating repetitive tasks, reducing human error, and improving productivity across industries like manufacturing, logistics, and finance. [sciencenewstoday.org] 

It enables 24/7 operations without fatigue, which is invaluable for sectors requiring continuous monitoring. [geeksforgeeks.org] 

Healthcare Revolution: 

AI-driven diagnostics can detect diseases earlier and more accurately than traditional methods. 

Machine learning accelerates drug discovery, cutting costs and timelines dramatically. [sciencenewstoday.org] 

Personalization and Customer Experience: 

AI powers recommendation engines, virtual assistants, and chatbots, creating tailored experiences for users. [geeksforgeeks.org] 

Risk Reduction 

In hazardous environments (mining, space exploration), AI systems perform dangerous tasks, reducing risks to human workers. [geeksforgeeks.org] 

I then asked about negative aspects of AI. Aside from Hollywood and dystopian prophesies to come, Artificial intelligence does pose real world issue that include: 

Job Displacement: 

Automation threatens millions of jobs in manufacturing, customer service, and transportation. The World Economic Forum predicts 85 million jobs could be displaced by 2025. [analyticsinsight.net] 

Ethical and Privacy Concerns 

AI systems can perpetuate bias if trained on skewed data, leading to unfair outcomes in hiring, lending, and law enforcement. [britannica.com] 

Data privacy risks increase as AI requires massive datasets for training. [profession…arvard.edu] 

Lack of Transparency and Accountability 

Many AI models operate as “black boxes,” making it hard to explain decisions in critical areas like healthcare or criminal justice. [sciencenewstoday.org]] 

The reason I don’t see as much wrong as my writer friends, who fear AI written books that are published without gatekeepers to censure these threats from occurring, is that I use AI exclusively as a research engine; an extension of Bing or Google. 

Perhaps they aren’t seeing this benefit, or they are so blinded in fear of AI taking over their livelihoods that they refuse to see AI as a benefit. I heard the discussions in my writers’ groups. They look for all kinds of excuses, vilifying Artificial intelligence in the same light as conservatives did to communists during the height of the Red scare. 

Me? I’ll continue doing my research taking whatever advantages come my way to write the best thought provoking stories that are factual, relevant, and entertaining. I just find the whole debate of AI interesting. 

Happy Birthday

It’s Tommy, Master Jerry’s cat. He’s been acting strangely this past couple days telling me it’s my birthday. I’m not sure what that is but he gave me a toy mouse with this wonderful smelling substance that makes me feel so good.  

I don’t feel any different than I did when he brought me here to this wonderful place where I can hunt mice and birds all I want, eat kibbles along with tuna and anything else I can find, and be extremely feisty with him and the bird he calls Elsa.  

The only downside is those dogs that live next door. They are harmless enough, but I’m not comfortable with those creatures. They smell awful, look scary, and are trying to annoy me. I stand on my hunches, my fur raised and I hiss at them, but they never appear bothered by what I’m certain should intimidate them. They just grin at me as if saying, “nice try!” 

I’m sure this birthday thing is short-lived but maybe next year, he’ll get me another wonderful smelling mouse that makes me feel oh so good. Now it’s time to go outside and harass those dogs. 

It’s That Time of Year Again

Yes, tis the season for unending Christmas carols played over and over again. At first I don’t mind. I’m even heard singing along with a couple of songs. But, by the end of December I am sick of endless versions of “White Christmas,” “I’ll be Home for Christmas,” “Jingle Bells,” and “Rudolph the Red nosed Rein Deer.” 

I do have my favorites of course, though with the exception of one or two, are spiritual in nature and spirit, such as “Oh Holy Night,” “Silent Night,” and Handel’s “Messiah.” They are songs that truly are timeless and truly makes me proud to be a Christian. 

“My favorite is “Little Drummer Boy.” Ever since I was a little boy and saw that animated Christmas show of the same name. I choked up and cried upon hearing that song with the choral group singing and the little boy drumming to honor baby Jesus. It hits my heart every time because how the lyrics ring that “I’m a poor boy too,” seems to include everyone not born with a silver spoon. 

I still get emotional hearing that song played on the radio or whatever it is that is streaming into our casino. I prefer songs that tug at my heart strings rather than letting it snow or dreaming of a white Christmas, or a dancing snowman with a stove top hat. Those songs I tire of rather quickly. They don’t really describe the true meaning of Christmas. 

Songs like “Let it Snow” and “Jingle Bells,” don’t even have anything to do with Christmas but the winter season, which is three or four months long. Why even bother playing these songs at this time of year?  

Anyway, with the exception of my favorites, I’ll have to suffer through this season of endless noise where I work. Oh, did I mention one of our local radio stations plays Christmas music 24/7? Joy. 

Why I’m Thankful

Last year it was about Bob and his moment. As you all know, I’m a recovering alcoholic. I celebrated twenty three years of sobriety on November 21st. That was the day I drank my last alcoholic beverage, smoked or took any drugs.  

I’m thankful to be alive to live and be at peace with myself. The stroke I suffered in 2002 was a wake-up call I don’t want repeating. It’s what eventually inspired me to get back into writing, hoping that maybe one day I would be financially secure. 

In the meantime, I adjusted and overcame. I relearned to do my writing one handed and not my naturally born dominant hand. I used to be left handed before my stroke, now I do most everything right handed.  

I found love with a woman that I later married. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out for us, but if nothing else she pointed me in the right direction, morally and spiritually. I met her children and am thankful for that too. 

I live and survived my lowest point. In recovery counselors will tell the alcoholics and addicts that grace their presence that there are three choices we all make: death, jail, prison or psychological institutions, or recovery.  

There is no middle ground. That was my first mistake after my first stint in county jail. I had this belief in immortality, and was proved wrong in 2002, almost dead wrong. 

I’ll always be in recovery. I can’t ever fall off the wagon unless I make that choice to just go and die. But, why would I do something when life and living life is so much more meaningful and fulfilling? My moral compass is pointed in the right direction now. My beliefs in who I am and what I stand for are solid as a concrete pedestal. My passion for my friends and family are unwavering. 

I’m thankful for everything under the sun, the moon and the universe and thank God I’m alive to write this to my loyal readers. 

It’s A Gas

I filled my tank today at the local self-service station near the casino that I work at. As I filled the tank I noticed warning signs telling us morons how to safely fill a fuel can. 

On my car there are similar instructions and was amazed that what my car instructed was in complete and total opposition to how this precaution on fuel islands. On my car it clearly shows that I am supposed to leave the fuel can inside the car’s trunk, a filling hose connected to the filler cap is supposed to connect to the portable fuel tank, and then you can begin filling said can. 

On the caution sign this fuel island the exact opposite ids expected. They want the filling can taken out from the vehicle, set upon the filling island, and then begin filling said can. 

My concern is how could these instructions be so contrary? I mean, who is right here? And, who made up these instructions? 

I know that back when I was a teenager, I always filled gas cans on the fuel island. It seemed to make sense to all of us. There were even films in drivers’ ed about the dangers fueling gas cans in trunks of car trunks. The fumes would cause an explosion from any nearby spark. Plus the islands were grounded, whereas cars were not. 

Later on, after cellphones became a thing, we couldn’t fill our cars while using a mobile phone. The fear was the same, whether founded or bunk is anyone’s guess.  

So, my question remains who made this rule up and why is this so contrary to one and not the other? Safety warnings should be consistent and universal. One can’t contradict the other especially regarding a dangerous gas like petroleum. 

In the future I will fill my portable cans the way I was taught, on the fuel islands and not inside my new car that I admire too much to risk losing by something as careless as gassing cans in the trunk.