Definitely been a while since I posted here. I've written several books since then, and while my old pal Finn McCoy is still going strong (8 books now), I've also tested the waters in Vigilante Justice fiction with The Shearing Season, and, most recently, Western Horror with Drovers and Demons: A Weird Tale of the Old West.
Both books were a blast to write, and each served a purpose. The Shearing Season allowed me to vent my frustration with the all-too-often failings of the criminal justice system, while Drovers let me indulge in one of my favorite pastimes: anything to do with the old west.
I'm planning sequels to both books, and I have to keep McCoy going for those who love him (fear not, I still love him, too. And I'm sure I have several more McCoy books left in me). Hopefully, I'll find time to increase my publishing schedule during the coming year.
That's all for now. Everyone take care, and keep reading!
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Friday, July 4, 2014
The Fourth of July Beer Dilemma
Today is July 4th. Independence day. The celebration of our nation's founding and one of the best reasons of the year to eat too many hotdogs or hamburgers, drink way too much beer, and possibly end up in the ER with (hopefully) minor burns due to a mishap with fireworks.
I'm currently finishing up The Blight, the first installment of my new Wolf Donovan series. As much as I love writing the Finn McCoy books, it's nice to be able to switch gears into another series for a moment. But worry not, the next McCoy book will be on the way shortly, hopefully by the end of September.
But that's neither here nor there. What I'm really concerned with today is beer, To be more specific, which brand of nectar I will settle into drinking once the barbeque is over. Right now, I'm thinking Landshark. It's a helluva good summer beer, right up there with Corona and Dos Equis. And yes, I'm normally a Natty Light fan, but it is a special occasion, after all.
So Landshark it shall be, and thus the dilemma. Hardly anyone here in the sticks sells Landshark. Not even WalMart, which is pretty much akin to blasphemy in my book. Walmart is supposed to be the place you go to find anything and everything, including a dizzying array of mutant humans who can barely dress themselves and whose main purpose in life seems to be blocking the aisle you need to go down. But I digress.
Thankfully, I live in an area with a close proximity to several other states. While I reside in Tennessee, I can be in Virginia in less than half an hour, North Carolina in a little over an hour, and Kentucky in less than two. So my options are pretty much unlimited, my choices are aplenty. Virginia would probably be the best bet, because they have all of those neat beer stores just across the state line. For you see, though we have beer in Tennessee, we also have a sales tax which is double that of Virginia's. So it makes perfect sense to spend five bucks in gas to drive twenty miles so we can save a dollar and a half in taxes.
Then again, maybe I'll just pop open a Natty and fill up the grandkids' plastic pool. The law will be out hot and heavy, and I'm not in the mood to spend the night at the Hotel Hoosegow.
Unlike McCoy, I have no Sheriff Talbot to give me a pass.
Be safe, don't drink and drive, and have a great Fourth of July!
I'm currently finishing up The Blight, the first installment of my new Wolf Donovan series. As much as I love writing the Finn McCoy books, it's nice to be able to switch gears into another series for a moment. But worry not, the next McCoy book will be on the way shortly, hopefully by the end of September.
But that's neither here nor there. What I'm really concerned with today is beer, To be more specific, which brand of nectar I will settle into drinking once the barbeque is over. Right now, I'm thinking Landshark. It's a helluva good summer beer, right up there with Corona and Dos Equis. And yes, I'm normally a Natty Light fan, but it is a special occasion, after all.
So Landshark it shall be, and thus the dilemma. Hardly anyone here in the sticks sells Landshark. Not even WalMart, which is pretty much akin to blasphemy in my book. Walmart is supposed to be the place you go to find anything and everything, including a dizzying array of mutant humans who can barely dress themselves and whose main purpose in life seems to be blocking the aisle you need to go down. But I digress.
Thankfully, I live in an area with a close proximity to several other states. While I reside in Tennessee, I can be in Virginia in less than half an hour, North Carolina in a little over an hour, and Kentucky in less than two. So my options are pretty much unlimited, my choices are aplenty. Virginia would probably be the best bet, because they have all of those neat beer stores just across the state line. For you see, though we have beer in Tennessee, we also have a sales tax which is double that of Virginia's. So it makes perfect sense to spend five bucks in gas to drive twenty miles so we can save a dollar and a half in taxes.
Then again, maybe I'll just pop open a Natty and fill up the grandkids' plastic pool. The law will be out hot and heavy, and I'm not in the mood to spend the night at the Hotel Hoosegow.
Unlike McCoy, I have no Sheriff Talbot to give me a pass.
Be safe, don't drink and drive, and have a great Fourth of July!
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