Her face appeared flawless. The color of ivory, as smooth and perfect as window glass she had a perfect look. Her name was Tiffany, at least that’s the name I gave her when I found her yesterday morning.
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Transport No. 24
Presently I am walking with my parents to the train depot. There are a large number of us and were told we had to move from the ghetto to make room for others. We were going to a better place, so we were told.
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.
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.
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,
Global Book Network – Jerry P Schellhammer, author of I, Albert Peabody
Loyal readers, here is the interview I told you about earlier last month.
Global Book Network – Jerry P Schellhammer, author of I, Albert Peabody
11-11-11
The eleventh hours of the eleventh day of the eleventh month Private Doug Clark wasted away in an endless trench on the Western Front; a wasteland of craters, mud and tree trunks splintered by bombs and howitzer shells.
Latest Release Live
My loyal readers, my new publisher, Prominent Edge Books, just released my latest edition of A Man’s Passion.
It’s available through Amazon, though the marketing agent assured me the book will be distributed worldwide.
Stupid is as Stupid Does
I don’t know about you, my loyal readers, but doesn’t it seem a bit asinine that we see all these recent robberies at jewelry stores?
After all, I’m amazed that these owners are even allowed to display high end jewels in glass display cases.
Oh Deer!
I’m watching Master Jerry eat his morning breakfast: toast, oatmeal, and coffee. I’m a cat I don’t care for any of that stuff. Why doesn’t he eat what I like? You know chicken flavored kibbles and canned tuna straight out of the can, which is quite tasty, though a bit boring. That’s why I like to hunt mice, flies, birds, and anything else I can pounce on and sink my highly sharpened claws.
Jerry Schellhammer 