My publication plans are always made so that I can change them. Although I wanted to release another collection of short stories, I am going to have to put it off until I can rewrite and edit a handful of those stories to be offered. This means that a few of the other “projects” and finished boks get a chance to get published first.

What I am saying is that Angel of Death: The Crystal Ship and The Morrow Family Saga, 1980: Once Around the Ride will be the first books out. I will also release book three of Tales from the Renge: The Prophecy as well.  I will also be returning to the first series in The Morrow Family Saga. the idea is to write the next three books in that series (1950’s series) so that the majority of the series is done.

At the same time, I will also be returning to Seasons, writing Summertime, the next chapter in the love story of Matt Morrow and his new wife, Amanda. Happiness is on its way for the pair as are a series of surprises. Once I get done with these adventures, I am returning to Angel of Death for a few more stories (to push closer to the end), then do a book each in the rest of the serieses in The Vampire Wars. Call it trying to build my bibliography up, but I want to get as deep into as many serieses as I can as quickly as I can.

I guess what I am trying to say is that not being able to write a lot is driving me insane.


In three more weeks, I will return to writing. I can’t wait for Math and Biology to be done and over with. Both classes have taken so much out of me. Next term, I will be taking business law as well as Economics. I love the subject of economics. You learn so much about things you once mistook for political systems.

Before I begin again, I will be submitting three books from the Angel of Death series to HuffPost Books and Rolling Stone for review. I need a bit more exposure. I am just hoping that my choices of publications to send to are the best. I had toyed with the idea of sending to the NYT, but I decided-with a little help from my friends-not to.

Also in the works is the editing of the first three books in Morrow Family Saga; 1950’s series. Seems that I allowed a small mistake in all three go through. The chronology of age is all wrong. But no biggie. I will be changing ages. Instead of the original starting age, I will be starting the series out with Nattie being 9.It comes out perfectly so that she is 20 in 1960.

The Frustration of Taking a Rest From Writing

So I was looking over the first three books in the Morrow Family Saga: 1950’s and noticed something disturbing. In Hand Me Down World, I started Natalia out at twelve. In Dreams, she is ten or eleven. And in Laughing,  she is yet another age. Apparently, in my writing, my intent to start out with a ten-year-old Natalia was unintentionally ignored and her age misstated.

I am surprised that no one who has taken time to read the serialized books here caught the age mistakes. I guess that the story is good enough that no one notices the discrepancies. That is both surprising and flattering. I suppose that this means that I am doing my job as a writer.

Anyway, the actual chronological age order is as follows:

1950: 10 years

1951: 11 years

1952: 12 years

1953: 13 years.


At the same time, I am wondering if I should begin at age 9 or keep it according to the original plot.

Either way, this means that I do have to pull the books in order to do a wee bit editing. But that is the only bit I have to do, which is good. Perhaps, after I do the fixes, the books will take off in sales. After all, there is always a reason why things aren’t a sudden success, and sometimes it is something small.

Math Madness

Sorry for the lack of chapters. Business math and Biology have gobbled up my time and brain cells like Pac Man going after the power pellets and the ghosts. I haven’t really felt like writing due to the amount of energy the two combined classes took. I am not the best at math and am finding myself in wonder because I am doing better than I had expected.

Next term, I will be better able to take time to write more. I will be better rested as well. Until then, here’s hoping to give more updates soon. Oh, and one more thing. Be sure to keep up with character development for The Vampire Wars to see if I talk about your fave VW/Angel of Death character. so far, I have profiled Voodoo and Angel. Who will I profile next? Check it out at:

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Sorry I haven’t been around. Business Math and stats and Biology have kept me busy. while I have posted a few posts on Deep Thoughts, I have not had time to work on my WIPs . In fact, both have left me…uninspired and drained. While I have decent grade in both, they do tend to take all creativity from me and replace it with emptiness.

I am determined to end the term by making the President’s List, so I will struggle through the rest of it and make as best I can. At the moment, I am waiting for a stipend check and hope it comes in soon so we can go grocery shopping to stay ahead on our supplies. I also want to obtain a copy of a few of my newer books so I can add them to the shelf here at home.

The Morrow Family Saga, Series Four, 1980, Book One: Once Around the Ride, Chapter Seven

Tom was pleased with Jimmy Carter’s Presidency. The man had been working hard to do more than most would’ve dreamed of doing. Moreover, Tom had been there to help him with it all. At the moment, he was helping the President arrange the release of the hostages in Tehran. He knew people in the country formerly known as Persia and had offered his assistance.

Matt knew nothing of this mission and Tom hoped that he never found out. He hoped that Matt never found out where he was going on his “business trips”. Matt didn’t need to get mixed up  in politics or affairs of the state.

Tom really didn’t want to be mixed up in it either, but he was one of the few who was respected, even by the Ayatollah. He smirked at the irony of a Jew being respected by the Iranian Ayatollah. Still, he was one of those men who everyone listened to when they talked. That was what counted.

Matt needed to focus on his career, not on him. Tom’s affairs was his own. Even  Susie refrained from asking him questions. She knew that what he did was classified.

He knew that it would be a long haul, as the problem had begun in November and it was now January. Matt and Belinda had been an item for three months already. God. Had it been that long?

He shook his head. He hadn’t even given them that long. He had thought that the infatuation that Belinda had felt would have already subsided. Still, it hadn’t surprised him when Matt had called him to Chaz’s office. Nor had it surprised him to find matt forcing Belinda to sign a prenup. Something had to have occurred for Matt to pull that one out of his hat of tricks.

The only thing that had him scratching his head was just how long the relationship, if you could call it that, would last. A year? Two? Three? Or would it even last that long?

There was no real way of telling. All he knew was that Belinda was unhappy with the surprise. Apparently it had not been what she had been expecting and Matt had known it would piss her off. Had he been trying to make her walk away? Or had she been the one to precipitate this event?

He had to smile. Matt had done exactly what he would’ve done had he been in the same position. He had nailed a problem to the wall and prevented a potential disaster. He had put Belinda in check. Her plans had been changed by his singular move.

Perhaps she would be forced to settle down now. He wasn’t holding his breath, but he could hope. All he knew was that she was one strange work of art. He doubted if she knew how to love at all. All she knew was money and the things it could buy. She sought out those in the spotlight to attach herself to then sucked the life out of them, destroying their families and their careers.

She was a parasite, the type of groupie all musicians were warned about, but could never tell from the rest until they were already in too deep. But Matt had not been so deep that he would lose it all. He had been too cautious for that.

He smiled. At least he wasn’t friends with that rich fucker Trump. The guy was an idiot. He had inherited daddy’s empire only to begin losing money through bad investments. Matt saw him as a buffoon with a degree. He had no use for the man.

To Matt, Trump was just another wanna-be rich asshole who thought he had a great life. He felt that the man would only become an eventual footnote in the country’s history. And usually, Matt had a good feel for things like that. He knew who was going to be something and who was going to be forgotten.

And he tended to surround himself with the movers and shakers. His band was always filled with names that became household words. Anyone who knew their music knew every bandmate Matt had played with as a part of a band.

Sal Giovanni. Tandy Lewis. Norvis Sinclair. Todd Haelstrom. Norm Lowthrup. Kinley Farley. Seamus O’Dell. Frazier Lee. Thrace Marcel. Treat Heartley. They had all played with Matt.

Sal, Tandy, Kinley, Seamus, and Thrace all made up the current band. The rest had come and gone over the decade or more that Matt had been in music. But Matt had also worked with such legends as Eric Clapton, Marc Bolan, Alex Chilton, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, and Flo and Eddy. He’d been in demand since he appeared in the music world.

He was still in demand. There was no end to the projects he was being asked to work on. New bands had discovered him as both a musician and a producer. He knew sound. There was good sound, bad sound, and superb sound. Matt brought out the exceptional in those he worked with. It didn’t matter whether he was playing or producing. When he was a part, it just sounded superb. Exceptional. Extraordinary.


Belinda was beginning to come down from her emotional high. She had decided to make the best of it all until she had an opportunity to leave. First, though, she needed an appointment with the doctor. For the past month, she had felt like her emotions were uncontrollable. She had also been suffering from bouts of nausea. Especially during the morning.

Maybe she was pregnant. Or maybe ill with something. Whatever it was, it was something she wasn’t used to. And she hated feeling this way.

She had never been sick a day in her life. Not even as a child. But she had never been pregnant either. She had been lucky enough to pick lovers who’d been conscientious about demanding some sort of contraceptive.

But Matt had not demanded any such a thing. He had not asked her to do anything. Well, not until he had insisted on her signing the prenup. He had only wanted her to love him.

She felt a little guilty, now, for how she had been acting. She was beginning to rethink everything. Whether to run off after giving him a child. Whether to take the money and run. Whether to stay and settle down.

She smiled sadly. It was too late for her to change her mind now. She only hoped he could forgive her. it was just that he wanted more than she did out of their relationship.

He wanted love. She didn’t have any to give. All she knew was the lust. The chase. The capture. The execution of the final coup.

He wanted a child. She didn’t. She hated children. Well, maybe not hate. It was more of a fear of doing to the child the same of what had been done to her. She didn’t wish that upon anyone.

He wanted forever. She couldn’t give that. She couldn’t even promise him tomorrow. She was afraid to.

The Morrow Family Saga, Series Four, 1980, Book One: Once Around the Ride,Chapter Six

Belinda was pissed. Never before had she ever been forced into doing something she had not wanted to do. She’d had everything planned. The hook, the line, the sinker. She had not wanted kids even though she had thought of making the false claim of being pregnant to entrap Matt.

But Matt had stunned her with the question of children. The question, naturally, had soured her on the relationship. No children. She hated children.

But Matt wanted children. she would give him one, then leave. Her plans, specifically taking all of Matt’s money. the prenup had seen to the prevention of that. It had been kind of him to set up a trust for her and put a small sum in it. But she had no say in the amount or when she would be given the account. Or whether there would be more or not.

But the contract had been pretty straightforward and iron clad. An account had been set up and $500,000 put in it to accrue interest. She supposed that this account had been meant for her to be able to acquire a home  and to keep her for as long as it took for her to find something-someone-else to subsist on. And it would keep her for a few years.

Hell. She could withdraw it all and add it to her account in Malibu. After all, Matt was not the first cowboy she had ridden. He wasn’t the first Rockstar she had trapped into a relationship. She’d had others. Many others.

He was just the first man who’d been one step ahead of her. he had been the first to safeguard himself. And to refuse to let go of his family. She frowned. He had even been the first to desire children.

The rest had readily given up all that had been previously important to them. But not Matt. Matt’s family was more important to him than she was. His brothers and sisters, all children, were going to move in with him. Them. She couldn’t stand the thought.

She was extremely jealous of them all. She wondered why he was so close to them. What had driven him to take them in? after all, they were nothing more than leaches. All children were leaches. They stole a woman’s youth and vitality. They stole money from their fathers.

And none were ever grateful. At least none that she had ever known. Once a woman had a child, her partying days were over. Her life as a groupie was over.

It was decided then. She would give him his child. But she wouldn’t stick around to raise it. She had too much left to do. She still had other musicians to destroy, more money to strip from its owners, more partying to do, and more life to live. She wasn’t going to waste any more time with Matt than she had to.

She took a deep breath. She would share Matt’s bed just a while longer. Long enough to get pregnant for him and give birth. After that, she would leave. She had to plan her escape. She had to know where she was going to go, when, and how she was going to get there.

She would figure out how to dissolve the prenup trust after she got far enough away from Matt and his family. She hated family. Hers had been abusive. Her mother had been a drunk who beat her. The long procession of stepfathers that had come into her life had been unable to keep their hands to themselves. They had destroyed her innocence before she had a chance to experience much life.

By fourteen, she had already run away from home. By sixteen, she had snared her first celebrity. By eighteen, she had already had three under her belt. Now, at thirty, she had been once around the ride and then some. She had experienced almost everything. Everything, that is, except real love.


Matt sat behind the console at the studio, head in his hands. He knew that it was only a matter of time before Belinda left. It didn’t matter how. The question now was when.

He already knew the why. He had asked when they were going to have a child together. He had also taken the initiative to create a prenup, something she hadn’t expected. Most of all, he had refused to acquiesce to her demands. To him, there had been no reason to compromise, to give in to her demands. There had only been a need to make a counterdemand. Something she would not be expecting.

It had not been done out of anger, not really. He had done it mostly to protect himself. She had made it clear that she had intended to do to him and he couldn’t allow that. He had to protect his best interests while seeing to her future. Thus, he had asked Chaz to create an iron clad prenup that could not be overturned.

There would be no diamonds. No gold or silver. No fame or fortune. Just enough money to make sure she could survive a few years, long enough to find someone else to play. More than enough to  succeed if she played her cards right. But she would have to change. She would have to stop living the life she currently lives and settle down. She would have to stop partying.

He doubted she could quit her lifestyle long enough to do anything of the sort, but he knew only time would tell either way. She had been a groupie too long. Played men way too many times. Been the end of too many careers.

A life like that was almost impossible to walk away from. Too many times, the cycle was unbreakable. Hell. He had watched his mother live a life almost identical to what Bel was now living. The only difference had been that money had not been at the core, and his mother had not sought to destroy the men…only herself.

It was a lifestyle that usually killed those who lived it. It was now killing his mother. It would kill Bel as well. Sooner or later, it would kill Bel.

He had hoped that his first would be his last, lasting forever. Or, at least, until death till they would part. Sadly, he could see that it wasn’t supposed to be. She had never been serious.

Sure, he would go ahead and marry her, if she so desired. But divorce loomed big on the horizon. He could see it. He knew that she could see it.

He knew that she would want a short marriage. They needed to tie the knot for the tabloids as well. The divorce, on the other hand, could be a quiet one. Or not. It all depended on her.