It’s Sunday morning as I write this. As often as possible, I spend part of Sunday going through some of the Amazon reviews that people have been kind enough to post about books I have written. I make an effort to respond to each one, good or bad, and find the process to be enjoyable.
It was originally my plan to write one Western novel. It was a good plan and fit very well with my penchant for burning through hobbies quickly. It was a bucket list thing, a lark that promised fun and fulfillment. I started writing in 2017 and self-published “Coyote Courage” toward the end of that year.
Western novels do not enjoy the widespread popularity they did in the mid-20th century, when Louis L’Amour was riding high in the author saddle. Still, the genre retains a loyal following. Part of the appeal of “frontier stories,” as L’Amour called them, is they offer an escape from a confusing gray world by providing fictional
I’m working on the third book in the Brock Clemons series, tentatively named “Coyote Canyon.” One of the joys of writing this series, is doing the research, learning more about the time period, the people who lived in the Old West and the challenges they faced. In the second book, “Coyote Creek,” I introduce two
The protagonist of my first two Western novels, “Coyote Courage” and “Coyote Creek,” is Brock Clemons. Brock has many of the standard Western hero traits: tall, handsome, fast with a gun, strong with a fist and unable to stomach injustice, especially when it involves women and children. I have also intentionally made him flawed, with
I was contacted by a publisher yesterday who would like to publish both of my Westerns, “Coyote Courage” and “Coyote Creek,” as well as any future Western novels I write. He went so far as to send a contract, which is being reviewed now by my son, who is an attorney, and my daughter, who is
I was recently at a blues club, getting ready to listen to some great music. We had a few people in our group, and shortly before the band came on, a friend of friend walked up to me, introduced himself and shared that he had read “Coyote Courage.” He went on to say that he
Yesterday was a pretty regular Monday in my life. Worked during the day, spent some time in the morning and the evening working on my hobbies (mostly writing and RVing), and had some friends over for our monthly discussion about the Civil War. A pretty good day, especially for a Monday. But, and not once,
My son recently shot a coyote with a BB gun. When he suggested it, I agreed that it was a good (sad, but necessary) idea and so he did it. We live in an old horse neighborhood — no streetlights, no sidewalks — and we back up to a creek and an arroyo. In the
Michael Moseley was a general in the United States Air Force. He was also, at one point in his career, the vice chief of staff and was headquartered in Washington D.C. I know this because I found his business card in a hardback copy of Jeff Shaara’s World War I novel, “To The Last Man.”