Sunday, March 26, 2017

Teri?

Since HINDSIGHT came out the question that I'm asked most frequently is: Is the woman on the cover supposed to be Teri?



A fair question that deserves an answer: I don't know.

The cover was nicely designed by my publisher with only final approval given to me and so the woman could easily be no one in particular, merely to provide an eye catching cover. I am, after all, in the book selling business.

When Teri Johnson first burst onto the scene I had an idea of what she would look like and although the woman on the cover in some ways  could be Teri, certain aspects of her are not. I will leave the final decision to you readers.


Monday, March 6, 2017

time goes by

Wow...Has it been since December since I've graced this blog with my presence? I guess it has. Where has the time gone?

Greetings, everyone. Yes, I am still alive and keeping quite busy. As I write this I have a full plate, including a church drama that I'm in rehearsals for and a chess tournament just a few days away that I'm trying to prepare myself for.

The Eastlander Chronicles is in the process of final cover design with a new artist so I'm awaiting to see what it looks like. I had asked that the proposed cover be tweaked a little which necessitated a bigger process than I had anticipated.

As I write this, today marks three years since my mom passed. Even now, I still miss picking up the phone and calling her. Time marches on, gang, so tell those around you that you love them and get in contact with those to whom you need to reach out. You never know...it could be your last chance.

Three more John Logan stories are in the can and awaiting my publisher's blessings so don't worry...there is more murder and mayhem in Coral Bay a'comin'.

Sorry for the absence and I hope you're having a great 2017.

R

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Christmas Greetings

As I write this it's Christmas Day. The house is quiet. The wife is in the middle of a two day shift, my son is exchanging gifts at his girlfriend's house, my daughter is in Atlanta, and I'm here alone. Just me and my grand-dog, who is asleep in my daughter's old room on the bed.

Exciting, huh?

First of all, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, however you celebrate.

I've been binge-watching House of Cards to pass the time, but unlike many of you, I can only take so many episodes of something at one time. I'll watch them all eventually, but not at a 12-hour marathon. Can't do that. My daughter can do it for seemingly days on end but I can't unfortunately.

THE EASTLANDER CHRONICLES is due out soon. We're waiting on the cover and I have to proof the final galley before it hits the printer. I'm planning a sequel, if the response is good.

Being alone this weekend has given me a chance to reflect on the many blessings I have encountered the past year. I have so much to be thankful for and part of that is you, dear readers. Thank you for all of your support. It is truly appreciated.

May your 2017 be prosperous and overflowing with happiness. All my best.

R


Thursday, December 15, 2016


"My wife made a crucial difference during those two years I spent teaching at Hampden (and washing sheets at New Franklin Laundry during the summer vacation). If she had suggested that the time I spent writing stories...was wasted time, I think a lot of the heart would have gone out of me. Tabby never voiced a single doubt, however. Her support was a constant, one of the few good things I could take as a given. And whenever I see a first novel dedicated to a wife (or husband), I smile and think there's someone who knows. Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don't have to make speeches. Just believing is usually enough."--Stephen King, On Writing

Amen, Mr. King.

My wife, Lisa, is a CNA specializing in home health care. She deals with sick people, dying people, paralyzed people. During the years that I was trying to put a sentence together she never discouraged me, never said that maybe I needed to take up underwater basket weaving. She, like Tabitha King, just believed. And John Logan was born after a lot of work.

Whatever success I have, I owe partially to her because I would have probably given up a long time ago otherwise.



Monday, October 10, 2016

Post Matthew

Hey everyone. Just wanted to let you know that I am alive and well following Hurricane Matthew. For some that's a good thing, others...well....

Anyway, my house is fine and family is safe but there are a lot who did not fare as well here where I live. Lots of damage to  A1A and beaches and many of the beachfront homes here. Shops and restaurants were flooded and destroyed and some won't be back.

Not only my area, but the Carolinas and Georgia have been hit as well. Lots of repairs and healing to be done. I hope we can put the petty stuff behind us and come together to begin to rebuild stronger than ever.

As far as Coral Bay, I'm told they got spared most of it, although the Bay was choppy enough for Logan to secure the houseboat and stay with Teri overnight where they spent the evening watching it rain and making love.

As for Killian, I'm sure he's fine. I heard he was in Bosnia on "business" but don't know any more details than that.

Stay safe, be kind to each other. Thanks for your support.

Peace.

R

Friday, September 16, 2016

Question

WHERE DID MASON KILLIAN COME FROM?

Someone asked me that the other day. Killian is one of the most interesting characters that I've ever dreamed up in my head. If only it were that simple.

A few years before Survivor's Affair began to take shape, I was toying with a story about a former CID guy, divorced with one kid in college, working as a PI. I don't remember the PI's name--probably Nick Diamond or some crap like that. Anyway, I was working on an introductory scene (call it a test scene, if you'd like) that took place in my PI's fav watering hole and all of a sudden my PI had a friend sit down beside him. I had a vision of this guy in sunglasses and an expensive jacket. Very low-key and mysterious.

But what to name him?

On I-95 heading north from Florida there is a sign for a small town called Killian. I'd always thought that would be a good name for a character. his first name Mason didn't come along until he appeared with Logan. It took me a long walk one day to decide what his first name would me.

The story went nowhere but Killian stayed with me and when I realized that Logan needed a buddy, Killian was there. And the chemistry clicked and the rest, as they say, is history.

I know that many of you were expecting THE EASTLANDER CHRONICLES to be available soon. In truth, my publisher is experiencing some bad health problems and his work load has slowed considerably. I decided to let it ride and let him focus on getting better. It will happen, gang, I promise, and will let you know as soon as possible.

Peace.

R

Monday, September 5, 2016

Labor Day wishes

Hey everyone. Happy Labor Day to you and I hope it was a relaxing time. It was for me...I had to deal with living in Florida and a Hurricane that came through. Although the brunt of it missed my city, we had to deal with rain and some wind and it made for a rainy wet holiday.

Where do you get your ideas?

I get that question a lot and my answer is always the same: I have no idea. It just happens. Sometimes I play a what if...what if Logan did this or what if he had a client who did this and then see if there is a story in there to be mined.

That's what writing is. It's taking that idea and digging into it, mining the details and nuances out of it; fleshing the characters out until they come alive to you and live in that world and on the page.

It's a great feeling when you do that.

As I write this the house is quiet. My wife has been quite busy with work lately and has another long day tomorrow so she is in bed early. My son's dog is spending the night with us and she is curled up beside my wife taking up my spot in the bed. Amazing how a dog can kick 2 adults out of a queen size bed.

Stay well, be good to one another, and thanks for your support. I sincerely appreciate you all.

Peace.
R