Saturday, December 26, 2020

dear santa

 Well, I not that once again you stiffed me on Christmas. Have I offended you somehow?  Las year you brought me nothing. The year before that was nothing. I give up. I won't darken your doorway anymore.

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Xmas lights

 My Christmas lights are carp.  That's what two people said as they walked by my house.  They're right. I have a small evergreen with green lights on it and that's it.  Christmas isn't going to be much of a holiday this year.  And, frankly, my crappy decorations are similar to what other neighbors on my street did so why are they singling me out?  I'm not Ebenezer Scrooge, I did something.  There's also  a wreath on my door. Lighten up. The concept of lights on the house is a strange one anyway.  The Christmas tree originated in Germany. It came to England largely because of Queen Victoria, whose family was mostly German.  I don't know how the lights on houses started up. 

Monday, December 21, 2020


 Somebody on their website was rattling on about weird westerns and kind of incorrectly wrote about the demise of Science Fiction Trails magazine, which I published 14 issues. It stopped being published because I had too much trouble getting stories.  I just gave up.  It wasn't really a lack of sales although the last two issues did see a sharp drop in sales as well.  

There are still copies of some of the issues around on the online used book market, if anyone wants to read it.

Then there's the Six Guns Anthologies.  Number three came out a few months ago.  These are horror anthologies and should not be confused with the SF leaning magazine.  For some reason, we had plenty of stories for the last book, in fact we could have published two books if we had wanted to. 

Is the weird western alive and well?  Well, I don't think so.  Our sales aren't nearly what they were when the first volume of Six Guns came out--not even close.  This may just be a type of story folks aren't really interested in anymore.  There haven't been any movies in this sub genre in some time. That would be a shot in the arm, just as Cowboys and Aliens really helped my sales of Science Fiction Trails, but only for a couple of years.  Again, it was really a lack of stories that ended that series.  Will be another horror anthology?  No decision has been made on that, but I'm guessing no.

Sunday, December 20, 2020

new trend?

 I've noticed a lot of people are wearing masks, but their noses are not covered, only their mouths are?  I guess, deep down, people are stupid. I sometimes wonder if the Covid virus Mother Nature's way of trying to get people to die off and let something else evolve. Dinosaurs lasted much much longer than people have, before a big meteor crashed into Earth and killed them.  

Friday, December 18, 2020

lump o coal

 One of the things I always wanted to do, but never could get together, was to market a product called Lump-o-Coal. Based on the tradition that bad kids don't get presents, but a lump of coal in their stocking, I thought marketing such a product made sense as so few people in America use coal to heat their homes. So, but the card with a piece of coal--"For that rotten little kid" it would say on the package and drop it in his stocking and you're done with Christmas shopping. Alas, it just never happened. 

Tuesday, December 15, 2020


 One of the many changes the Covid plague has made on our society is the lack of bell ringers. I don't know about the rest of the country, but there certainly aren't any around where I go.  I used to have a cup that accumulated change over the year.  I'd take it down to one of the bell ringing places and dump the coins, probably around fifty bucks worth, into the little red kettle.  I just noticed, this year I've got the coins, but no kettles.  I noticed Coinstar was more than happy to take my coins and forward the money to various charities.  

Monday, December 14, 2020


 I always thought it would be kind of a kick to be an electoral college voter. It's probably boring, but only 500 or so people get to be one.  Alas, no one asked me to be a voter.  I would've thought my buddy Joe would've wanted me, but that did not happen.  I think there are nine in Arizona, but I could be mistaken. Today, they're all voting and I'm not.  

Sunday, December 13, 2020

publishin' anthologies, oh my

 I haven’t said much about writing and editing lately.  I’m not sure I have anything all that inspiring to contribute. Little changes. Most writers are pretty good folks just trying to sell their stories.  Then there is that small bunch that makes you want to never do another project again. 

Most annoying peeve–Why did you reject my story?  Because I didn’t like it?  Actually, it might be for a number of reason like it doesn’t meet my published guidelines or I may just have too many similar stories. Or, it may totally suck. But no matter why I rejected it, I am not a critique service am not going to reply to these type of queries.  

Then there’s the writers who refuse to sign the contract.  There’s always a couple of these. My terms were listed in my guidelines, had anyone bothered to read them, yet when they get their contract they demand all sorts of changes to it or, worse yet, they won’t even respond at all. This wastes a lot of my time. How I so dearly love these people.  It’s sudden death. The offer to publish is always withdrawn.  A solo author can negotiate a little on terms, but I cannot have fifteen authors in an anthology trying to redo the contract terms. 

And that is why you need to accept about 20 stories to have a 15 story anthology.  And that is why I doubt I’ll do any more of them.

Friday, December 11, 2020

Poof, it's gone

One has to be careful in making assertions about the paranormal.  Actual, tangible proof of strange goings on can be elusive.  I've mentioned before I've encountered ghosts in two hotels I worked at.  I don't have any proof on this, so I don't really expect folks to believe me.  On the other hand, I've never seen a flying saucer.  Thing is, just yesterday, a neighbor was standing in front of his house. He seemed upset. I asked him if everything was okay.  He said he'd just seen a UFO.  

"Where?" I asked.

He pointed straight up.  I looked up and saw nothing but the regular stars.  It was orange and moving around like crazy, he informed me.  Well, I said something like "creepy" and went back in my house.  I don't know what he saw. I know a lot of people see these things. Maybe I should look upward more often.  

Thursday, December 10, 2020


 I never thought I'd see a coup d'é·tat in the United States.  The recent lawsuit filed with the Supreme court by 17 Republican controlled states is just that.  At least, it's a feeble attempt at one.  This smites from the days of the banana republics and the local genralisimo invalidating a lawful election for some dubious reason that's really just a greedy attempt tp hold on to power.  And. more troubling, is how little concern there is about it.  A tw-bit dictator named Donald Trump is trying to cancel the results of an election because he doesn't like the result.  And the retarded minions who worship him think it's just great.  Well, it's not just great. It is a disgrace.

Wednesday, December 9, 2020


 Supposedly there's rain on the way.  That's saying something since this is supposedly the driest year on record.  I'm not sure if the trees in my yard are still alive. It's not always easy to tell with trees.

Saturday, December 5, 2020


 Want to convince yourself that people really are idiots?  Would you like to remove all doubt at just how stupid people can be?  Take a few minutes and park yourself near a post office. Select a large one with high volume and simply observe the drop off drive through mail boxes.  It simply astonishing how many people struggle, really struggle, to take a letter and put it in the slot of the mailbox.  Try it sometime. You'll be amazed.

Friday, December 4, 2020

weird western primer

 Found something called a Weird West Primer over at  It tilts heavy toward the few mass market projects and should have included David Boop's three book Straight Outta series, but it was still informative.  The link is below if anyone is interested.

Holiday decorations

 Put lights up on the tree in my front yard--nothing fancy, just some green lights.  I always liked Christmas trees and think trees look nicer than the eves of houses when it comes to holiday decorations.  I bought some new lights as my old ones had frayed wiring and a lot of broken bulbs. It seemed like it was best to throw them out and start over.  

I also sent out Christmas cards today. Dang, I'm efficient. I don't send out a lot of cards anymore.  I used to get these really neat cards that were postcards--no envelope required and the postage was less. I guess the concept did not catch on, as I cannot find them anymore.  

Tuesday, December 1, 2020

Make it green

 Taco Bell has green sauce again. Yay!  They dropped it, but now it's back. Go to Taco Bell and buy something with green saucer.

Saturday, November 28, 2020

ketchup fiends

 Used to be ketchup was an inexpensive condiment and if you went to a restaurant you had a bottle of the stuff and you could drench your fries or anything else with as much as you want.  Then, the roving hoards started cleaning out the stores and we persist with these roving food shortages.  Restaurants won't let you have any, or they'll only give you one little plastic thing that holds about a thimble full. And the stores, they don't seem to have any at all.  I found some at one store yesterday that was twice what I used to pay for it. Last week I was eating at a coffee shop and asked for ketchup for my fries and was told they had none.  Did it ever  occur to anybody to send some flunkie dishwasher down the street to the store and buy some? Apparently not. The store was probably out anyway. 

Note to President elect:  Mr. Biden, I know you're busy, but if you could ask around and find out where all the ketchup is, I'd be much obliged.  PS- I voted for you.

Well, I'll continue to monitor the lack of ketchup in Tucson.  Don't get me started on barbecue sauce either. The same restaurant that had no ketchup wants 50 cents to put a few drops of barbecue sauce on my hamburger. I'm not happy about that, either.

Friday, November 27, 2020

let there be light

 I noted some of my neighbors were already out putting up their Christmas lights.  I have not done my yard yet.  Last year I only lit up one little tree.  I've been thinking of getting more ambitious this time. I guess a trip to Lowe's or Home Despot  is in order. I really like those LED lights--They're so bright and colorful.

Tuesday, November 24, 2020


 People are having to make difficult decisions about Thanksgiving this year. Is it safe to go? Will we get sick?  Will we make someone else sick?  It's not all that easy to decide what to do. In my own case, this will the first year without my dad present. As I've mentioned before, he died a few months ago. People die and we have to move on.  Nonetheless, it will be different.  

And then there's the question of whether we should even be tankful.  If you got sick, have lost loved ones, or lost your business you may feel differently than somebody who is still humming along at their job and  is wondering  how many types of pie to buy for Thanksgiving desert. But no what situation you are in, and whether you are getting your meal at Grandma's house or from the local foodbank, things will get better. The economy will improve. The virus will come under control.  And the sun will come up tomorrow. So, hug your loved ones and toss a ball for your dog and enjoy your Thanksgiving in whatever form it's taking.

Friday, November 20, 2020

the story of ketchup

 I've noticed at restaurants where they once had a bottle on the counter, they now give you one or two little packets of the stuff. I recently went to the store hoping to buy some ketchup.  They had none. No house brand, no Heinz, nothing.  In the case of restaurants, I gather the pickets are due to the wonderful Covid 19.  I gather I can get the virus from ketchup bottles? As for the store, I have no idea where all the ketchup is going.

Now, I did find some ketchup at the dollar store. I was some brand I'd never heard of.  Whilst Kroger house brand ketchup is quite good, the stuff the dollar store was peddling was not.  Where has all the ketchup gone?

Thursday, November 19, 2020

plague adventures

 Back in the good old days of the dark ages when a town was stricken with bubonic plague, they'd have guys drive carts around yelling "bring out your dead" and they'd cart away the dead bodies of loved ones who'd died the night before. It was that bad.  Imagine half of the people in your town just gone in the span of a month or less.  I wrote a paper in college asserting it was the plague, not the decadence of the Senate or lead pipes that brought on the fall of Rome. My professor said something to the effect, "Not in the range of current thinking." He gave me a "C" as I recall.  I knew it wasn't in the range of current thinking. Still, I supported my thesis with examples and believe to this day that I am right. 

Well, we're not that dad.  At least we know what causes Copid virus.  And wearing a mask is proven to help.  Of course, it's good for us to die off the weaker members of the heard, or so it seems in the mindset of our wonderful leader.  The germs causing the plague were carried by rats.  More cats and burying garbage would've reduced the death rate by a lot.  I wonder if I went back in time and argued for those precautions if anyone would have listened.  Probably not.

It amazes me how many people won't even wear a mask to protect themselves and others.  I wonder how many people will refuse the Cpid virus vaccine because they're convinced it's all a hoax.  Time will tell.

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

laser surgery

 Well, the laser surgery on my nose went well.  

Tuesday, November 17, 2020

cut away

 Going in today for laser surgery.  I've had these tumors that keep popping up on my nose.  They're not cancerous, but are ugly and annoying.  I had them removed about three years ago. Now, a few new ones have grown back.  The dermatologist I go to is an innovator in using laser surgery.  Whilst regular scalpel surgery on the face can be bloody, the laser doesn't have any blood loss as it seals the area it cut. Anyway, I do not  have the trepidation I have for other surgeries like the horrible experience I had last year.  

Friday, November 13, 2020


 Regular readers of this blog may have noticed I'm not making entries every day. It's been more like twice a week.  Frankly, I just don't have that much to write about.  I don't have anything close to ready for the publishing pipeline.  I haven't gone anywhere and am not likely to go somewhere until they get this Copid virus under control.  In other words, I just don't have much going on right now. Stay tuned.

Monday, November 9, 2020


 I don't like to deal with politics on this blog, but today will be an exception.  A year ago I accurately predicted Donald would lose the election held last week and would refuse to leave, claiming some sort of fraud or something.  Unfortunately, it looks like I was right.  Trump and his minions do not believe in democracy.  They've tried everything they can think of to suppress the vote of people they don't like. That not working, they're trying to find some judge to help them steal the lection. 

People should actually read the constitution. Few do, but it's important.  The constitution spells out how the new president is selected and the outgoing president has no say in the matter.  It's all there if anyone would bother to read it.  

Trump lost. Get over it.

Sunday, November 8, 2020

housing memories

 Well, we closed on my dad's house.  I'm really glad to be rid of the thing.  One often has mixed feelings on selling houses. I had some good memories of the house I grew up in over in California, but that one's long gone.  My parents retired up in Prescott and lived there 20 years.  There were good times and some not-so-good. But my father only lived in Tucson a few years.  I don't really have much of a connection to the place.  As my father grew increasingly feeble, my brother and I had more and more work to keep up with it.  So. when we sold the place it was not somewhere I had much connection to--there were no Christmas trees with presents over them, no smiling dog looking out the window. It was just a house where dad sat around. So, I felt absolutely nothing the other day wen my brother and I were signing the papers at the title company.  

Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Trash Daze

 A few days ago I bought one of those ready to cook meat loafs at the store–big mistake.  It smelled awful. I sure wasn’t going to eat it.  After sitting in the trash can for two days it got even more pungent.  I just about gagged taking the trash out to the curb Tuesday night. By Wednesday morning, trash day, people walking by my house were having unusual reactions as the odor wafted over to them.  Finally, the garbage truck showed up.  We have the old fashioned trash service where they manually dump my trash can into the truck.  The garbage man started to pick up my can, then retreated.  He talked to his partner for a moment, then ran and tossed my garbage into the truck. They immediately turned on the thing that pulls the garbage inside and squishes it. And it was gone. I sprayed the can with Lysol.

I should buy some more of these and ship them to people I don’t like.

Tuesday, November 3, 2020


 Got a new insurance quote on my cars.  The big company that 's like my neighbor surprised me with a good quote.  This will be my third switch in three years.  It definitely pays to shop around.

Monday, November 2, 2020

Legal trickery

 Our beloved president says the lawyers will swoop in and the courts will give him the election. The electoral college is not run by the courts.  And states have always had to count ballots after election day--that's especially likely considering the massive vote volume this time.  People should get a copy of the constitution and see what it says. The new Congress declares the winner, not the outgoing president. It's not up to him, but he apparently doesn't know that.

I you haven't voted yet, there's always election day.  I vote early and am done. 

Sunday, November 1, 2020


 Interested in my newest book, Six Guns Straight From Hell 3?  But you live in a foreign country and the shipping is prohibitive?  Well, relief is at hand. Book Depository now has this book and will ship anywhere in the world for no shipping charge.  It's Yay!

Friday, October 30, 2020

Happy Halloween

                    THE HIGHWAYMAN

 by  David B. Riley

He couldn't tell for certain no one had seen him, but there weren't any sirens screeching through the night and there was no sign of any military aircraft approaching.  Kal opened the hatch and climbed down.  So far, so good.  He hurried across the park, then stopped by the statue of some guy on a horse.  The house he’d selected was just across the street.  He looked right, then left, then scurried across the open area and slid underneath a tall bush.  So far, so good.

Kal hoped the commander wouldn't find out what he was doing.  He doubted he could explain why he was 100 light years off course.  If all went well, he wouldn't have to. Kal looked around.  Surely, this was too easy.  He switched on his voice translator and readied his ray gun.  It was time.

He climbed out from the bushes and strutted boldly up to the front door.  A slight sense of dread was trying to overcome him.  He fought it off.  If only humans weren't so darn big.  He reached the porch.  His antennae were vibrating from the music inside.  At least they were home.  He readied his ray gun and pressed on the door bell button.  He liked the pleasant chiming sound it made and rang again.

Slowly, the big door opened and he peered up at a human female.  He raised the weapon.  “Give me Earth food now,” he ordered in his most forceful manner.

“Oh, George, come quick,” she yelled.

It's summoning its mate, Kal thought.  He prepared to fire.  Then, a human male arrived holding a tray of candied apples.

“He's so cute.  Just like a little space man,” the female said.

“Less talk, more food,” Kal ordered.

“Of course.  You've got a long way to get back to your planet,” the male said.  A very sensible individual.

“I just made them,” the female stated. 

He placed one in his loot sack.  The candied apple was so big he decided not to ask for more of them. He didn’t want humans to think his kind were greedy.

“Good night.”  The male closed the door.

Kal scurried back across the street.  A small human female wearing a mask ran towards him.  He readied his ray gun, though she looked young and harmless..

“They got candy apples?” she was asking.

“Yes.  They look good.”  He held tightly to his sack in case she tried to grab it.

“I'll go get me one.”  She trotted across the street.   Kal holstered his weapon and watched in amazement.  Without any weapon, the young female obtained a candy apple from the elderly couple.  Kal reasoned the mask must be frightening to humans.  The young female stood at the edge of the sidewalk and waived at him.  “Happy Halloween,” she yelled.

“Yes, happy.”  He felt oddly pleased the young child called Halloween had gotten an apple as well.  Earth food was so addictive.  He headed for the ship.  This had worked so well he would try it again, tomorrow.

This story has been reprinted many times. I bring it out around Halloween.


Thursday, October 29, 2020

el stupido

 Maybe I am stupid. Heck, maybe I'm a total moron.  Businesses and government sure seem to think so. Just yesterday I got a robo call telling me how to get a flu shot from my insurance company. Apparently, you can get them at the pharmacy. Gee. 

I got mail telling me how to vote.  I guess the concept of voting is too difficult for the average citizen and I need help in figuring out if I am registered and how to find my polling place. The fact I already voted early does not seem to be a concern.

Then of course, my bank called me yet again because I hadn't signed up for some app they want me get for my phone.  It seems I need their app to balance my checkbook. I don't their damned app.  But it seems my problem is I don't understand what a wonderful bank I have and that I should do whatever they tell me.


 A cold snap came through yesterday.  It's been around 100 degrees then suddenly was 60. That's a big drop around here in one day.

Still. not as bad as some places/ The folks in Omaha had t go to the hospital after they were abandoned at a Trump rally.

Speaking of Rally's, Kamila Harris was in town. I didn't know.  I might've gone if I'd known.

At least it'll all be over soon.

Sunday, October 25, 2020

The magic of chess

 I rarely do reviews. This is sort of a review and sort of a look back at some of my experiences with the game of chess. 

My high school lacked a lot of things. I dearly wished we had a chess team or at least a chess club. That was a long time ago.  I mention that because I never got into the world of competitive chess playing, though the concept intrigued me. Over the years I played chess when the opportunity came along, and that opportunity became rarer and rarer.  I worked for a while at a resort in Wyoming.  One of the cooks and I used to play now and then. We were of similar skill, so our games were quite enjoyable.  You don’t have to be some nerdy guy to enjoy a nice game of chess.  Then one day this rather obnoxious guy showed up who apparently just graduated high school. I guess his high school had a chess team. At least he claimed they did.  I was in the rec room and had just finished playing my cook friend. I offered to play the newbie. He accepted and then declared to his friend, “This won’t take very long.”  He was right about that. 

He realized he was in trouble in about three minutes.  He was shocked that I had him check mated in five minutes. He literally started crying and marched out of the rec room.  I never played him again.  I hate poor a poor looser. 

That all said, I find chess stories irresistible.  I don’t mean those dreary .non fiction books and articles about chess–I mean stories that have chess in them.  There aren’t every many.  Netflix had a show set in the sixties about chess, called Queen’s Gambit.   I stopped everything. I had to watch this.  

Now, I need to backtrack a little and mention how rare it is to see girls playing chess.  I’ve played chess at the gaming table of a few cons and elsewhere and have never played a girl or even seen a female play the game.  I don’t know why so few girls play, but it’s mostly the domain of nerdy guys, regardless of age.

So, back to this show.  It starts out with a nine-year-old who’s having a rough life. Her mother committed suicide and tried to murder her and she ends up in an orphanage.  Somehow, she manages to strike up a friendship with the crusty school janitor and learns how to play chess. Anyway, she gets really good.

Keep in mind that in this era the Soviet Union had chess players who were as popular as rock stars and they totally dominated the international sport. This is a really fascinating story that also gives the viewer a look at the world of tournament chess while also letting this orphan girl grow and deal with life at the same time she’s taking the chess world by storm. One little red-haired girl and all these boys.  

Well, I really liked this show.  I admit I’m a sucker for chess stories.  But this one has a lot to it and I haven’t ever seen anything quite like it.

Saturday, October 24, 2020

Make it stop

 I keep getting this horrible mail in my mailbox and there are horrible commercials on every channel. I sure wish it would stop.. It seems like it's been going on for at least 50 years.  The British can call an election and have the stupid thing over in two months. Not here.  

Thursday, October 22, 2020


 Some of my Colorado friends sent me pix of their fires.  There are a lot of fires out there.  It must be tough to be an animal when the woods you live in are burning.  

Monday, October 19, 2020

Hslloween Reading

 In past years I've put out a Halloween reading list.  I don't know that anyone really cares what I think and I'm not sure people really want to read for Halloween.  Still, these are not normal times.  There are few activities to go to and I don't know what to think of trick or treating.  So, if you are looking for something to read, obviously my new anthology Six Guns Straight From Hell 3 bears mentioning.  It's pretty new, just coming out a few weeks ago. 

If like unusual locations, then I'd suggest David Lee Summers Astronomer's Crypt.  It's set in an observatory--remote location far from help. What could possibly go wrong?  

A lot of my stuff is out of print, although still available used from many outlets including Amazon. Gunslingers and Ghost Stories is another anthology which sold better than any of my other books and it combines the western with a ghosts--all kinds of ghosts.

And, yet another anthology that's in some libraries and used outlets is Low Noon.  It didn't catch on for some reason, but has some creepy stories in it like "Realgar". by Jackson Kuhl.

If you like really wicked evil characters combined with a lot of action and gunplay, Joel Jenkins Lone Crow character has two collections of stories.  

If you favor something longer, I still think it's hard to go wrong with the original Omen

These are stories that are the sort of things I like. Try something.

Saturday, October 17, 2020


 It seems our food shortage is hardly over.  Half of the items on my shopping list were not available at the store yesterday. I was mostly just looking at empty shelves.  "There's nothing on our delivery trucks," a grocery clerk informed me.  

"Of course there isn't."  Why would we expect food at a grocery store?

Friday, October 16, 2020

Getting Away

 My brother just departed on a vacation.  That seemed strange in the Covis 19 high unemployment bonfires everywhere, not to mention food shortage world we're living in.  But off he went still the same. He didn't even ask me to water his yard.  

I didn't have the guts to take a trip.  So many places are closed.  People are still dropping dead like flies. I guess it's how you look at things.

Tuesday, October 13, 2020


 Well, they say the number of folks voting by mail is huge this year, yet a few states don't allow it. In Arizona, they still have polling places but you can also vote by mail.  Or you can do in person early voting, which is what I have done.  If it was up to me, I'd go to all mail in like Oregon and Colorado. It's so much more convenient.  No matter, I actually worked as a poll worker for the primary. Alas, my doctor found out I worked as  a poll worker and told me no more of that. Basically, with my kidney problems, if I catch the Corona virus I'm pretty much dead, or at least far more likely to die than the average Joe.  So, I won't be at the local polling station this time.

Monday, October 12, 2020

polly ticks

 Since my dad died I've been looking after his house until we can get it sold.  Dad was a registered independent.  I am not.  Even though we're in the same districts for stuff, his mail is dramatically different than mine is. Dad's mail depicts Biden as some sort of vampire serving Nancy Pelosi.  Mine does not.  It's amazing how bad these political things are. I had no idea as I rarely get them. 

I don't know why they're spending so much money to get my dad to vote for  them.  LBJ was hugely popular with the dead people vote. However, I think the Republicans who are bombarding my dad are going to disappointed. Dad didn't approve of dead people voting. He was funny that way.

Friday, October 9, 2020

Halloween Haunts

 My posting for Halloween Haunts is up and running. You can get there by going to and clicking which posting you want to read. To get directly to mine use the following link:

Wednesday, October 7, 2020

Halloween Haunts

 Every year the Horror Writers Association put out a series of blog posts in October called Halloween Haunts.  Members write about writing or Halloween.  Then they might mention any new books they have. And it's free.  Oh, if you visit the entries you can win free prizes.  It's pretty good and it's free. My entry is scheduled for October 9th.  Give it a try.

Monday, October 5, 2020


 As I've said before, I worked for many years in the hotel business in Colorado.  We had one bellman who seemed a little pushy, always trying to scrape the snow off people's cars and doing stuff no one really wanted.  Well, one day some guy arrived off the shuttle.  He was speaking some foreign language.  Anyway, out bellman took his bags to his room.  Then he wanted Diet Pepsi.  "You get?" Well, our vending machines only had Diet Coke. So he hoofed it down to the market and got him a bottle of Diet Pepsi.  And he came back and the customer says "You good Joe."  Then he hands our bellman and big  wad of money.

So, he come up to the front desk and he's trying to figure out what it is.  It had some guy on it and a foreign writing . "Well, he eventually determined it was a Rupee from Pakistan. The whole pile of money was worth about four bucks. "I went to the f*ing store for 4 bucks"

He didn't know this was a setup and the guy in the fez was the brother of one of our desk clerks. He asked me what the guy paid with.  "Master Card," I told him.

So, a few days later, it's time for him to leave.  He calls up to the front desk and asks for baggage help. "I ain't taking it. He can cram that fez up his ass."

Fine. It was unusual for a night auditor to do a bag urn, but not unheard of. I took the baggage cart and came up with his two bags and took them to the shuttle outside.  I came by the bell stand and showed the bellman who didn't want to go. "Look, he gave me a hundred bucks." and showed him a hundred dollar bill.  This guy was steaming and complaining for a week before someone told him it was a a setup.

Sunday, October 4, 2020


 One thing I'd lie to see is an orbiting   geosynchronous camera covering the dark side of the moon. How else are we supposed to know what's going on over there.  The dark side of the moon can never been seen from Earth and I think that's suspicious as hell.  It doesn't seem to bother anyone but me.

Thursday, October 1, 2020

Phobia of the Month

 This month's phobia is  cynophobia.  It's a fear of dogs.   A person who has cynophobia experiences a fear of dogs that’s both irrational and persistent. It’s more than just feeling uncomfortable with barking or being around dogs. Instead, this fear may interfere with daily life and trigger a number of symptoms, like trouble breathing or dizziness. 

Wednesday, September 30, 2020


 I usually try and keep politics out of this blog.  I guess that hails back to my hotel career when I learned to keep my views to myself.  I don't know what that thing was last night--but it was no debate. I sure hope they don't have any more of them.

Friday, September 25, 2020

It's Reading Time

 The two authors who've recorded readings in their Six Guns stories have links below.

This is A Taste of Purgatory by Patrick Dorn

And this link leads to Leaving Dry Gulch on the Midnight Train by Sam Knight.

Saturday, September 19, 2020


 Well, I got this great idea to get the authors of our new anthology Six Guns Straight From Hell 3 to do readings and we'd post them on the internet. Ha. We have one that's up but no one can find it and another that's up but no one can access it.  My computer seems to have no sound and I have been unable to do one at all.  Disaster.  I just wanted a  nice easy way to promote the book. That sure has not happened. 

Friday, September 18, 2020


 Because what few restaurants are open are running at 30% or so, takeout remains a part of the world of food.  What I'm getting tired of is the incompetent idiots taking orders.  This is so different than the tip=based world of eating in a restaurant. A good waiter will get my order right or pay dearly for it at checkout. But there are few tips in to go orders and the people handling these clearly do not give a crap. I tried to order supper last night and came to the conclusion the order taker was so stoned it was hopeless. I just walked out. And drive throughs are even worse.  You ask for a taco and they type in Sprite and won't clear it out.  You must've ordered a Sprite because that's what it says.  

Stay home and cook seems the only solution.  My boycott list of restaurants is getting so long it's darn near all of them.

Wednesday, September 16, 2020


 When you put out a new book, one way to promote it was the author would go around and do readings at various venues and radio stations and such.  Well, a lot of these venues, like small bookstores, remain closed.  This created a problem when we released Six Guns Straight From Hell 3.  One thing we thought we'd try was video readings.  So far we have two. One is from Sam Knight  and the other is from Patrick Dorn.    I don't know if this will do much to promote the book.  I haven't recorded one as my computer just lacks  a microphone and is so antiquated I don't think I'd be successful.

This is new territory for us. We'll have to see how it turns out.

Saturday, September 12, 2020

Six Guns Straight From Hell 3


Available September 14, 2020

Six Guns Straight From Hell 3,

Edited by David B. Riley & J. A. Campbell

Saddle up for a wild ride through the weird, weird west. As you ride our trails you’ll want to keep one eye on the path ahead and one over your shoulder cause there’s a bushwhacking monster creeping up behind you.  If your horse gets eaten by a monster, you might be able to get a ride on the midnight train, as long as you don’t mind sitting with ghosts.  If you don’t catch the train, maybe the devil can give you a lift back to town. Just be careful which place you head for, because the folks in one town are about to die.  Staying on ranches ain’t much safer, especially at one girl’s birthday party. Then again, even going to outhouses can be deadly. If you happen to visit the local brothel, be sure and treat the ladies right or you’ll pay dearly. And Tombstone is no place to get your picture taken if you want to keep your skin.

Spine tingling horror and dark fantasy from Sam Knight, David Boop, Joel Jenkins, Matthew Hellman, Patrick Dorn,  C. W. Blackwell, Ross Baxter, John Kiste, Krystal Stittle and more.

Friday, September 11, 2020

Horrible Day

 9/11 is one of those horrible things you remember where you were and what happened and you never forget it. I also remember the  JFK assassination and I was a little kid when that happened. In the case of 9/11 I'd just gotten home from work [yes, I worked nights back then].  I turned on the news and an airplane had just hit the WTC.  I noted it was a clear day and figured that had to be some sort of terrorism. As I was watching this, Wham, a second jet hit the building. Well that kind of removed all doubts.  Anyway, you don't forget these kind of things.  

I don't have anything to add.  

Thursday, September 10, 2020


 Even in the digital world, there's still a lot of mail out there.  One thing I can't figure out is why some companies just won't give up. they send me unwanted junk mail constantly and just will not stop. After years of ignoring them, you'd think they'd get the message I'm not interested. But they never do.  One such outfit is a  local health foods store.  They send me their magazine every month.  To my knowledge, I have never set foot in heir store and certainly never signed up for anything. But, there it comes every month.

It's not just small, local businesses either.  Geico won't leave me alone.  They bother me constantly with pitches for insurance.  I am happy with my current insurance company, but don't tell them that. Dish thinks I want their service. I use a competitor and have no wish to change.  You would thing that after four years, which is how long I've been at my current place, they'd figure out I'm not interested. But they just relentlessly keep sending me stuff.

Monday, September 7, 2020

living in an oven

 Normally, the summer temperature starts to ease up around here by September. Not so this weekend. It had been extremely hot.  The climate is screwed up and those who don't care to believe that should understand this: Earth may not sustain life much longer.  Food won't grow and we'll try living underwater and then that will be like being boiled alive and we'll all be dead. That's what is coming.  I'm not usually so gloomy, but I no longer see any other outcome.  

Saturday, September 5, 2020

Covid under every rock

 It seems Covid affects everything I do, one way or another.  It killed my father.  He reached a point where we had to put him in a care facility. He had to be quarantined for 2 weeks, which meant just sitting in his room. With his dementia it was hard to deal with this. He couldn't remember why we couldn't come see him.  And he couldn't take the confinement.  I'm not saying he died of the disease--he died from liver cancer.  I'm just saying the conditions hospital and nursing home patients are being out under is hastening their deaths. I'm certain it did for my father.  He wasn't that bad when he went in. A month later, he was dead.

There aren't any events involving groups.  Not around here, anyway.  My doctor won't actually see patients--only by computer.  And so on.

I wonder how much our society has been altered. Our president says everything is fine and refuses to even be an example and wear a mask.  People have died going to his rallies and he does not seem to care.

The homeless people wear masks as they push their carts and wagons along the sidewalk--god bless them. 

I have a new anthology coming out.  Most bookstores are still closed. Many probably will never reopen. There's no such thing as readings.  Conventions, most are cancelled. A few are trying some sort of online variation. I think with limited success. A few of the writers appearing in Six Guns Straight From Hell 3 are going to do online readings. I do not know if that will help sell books,  We've never tried this before. I'm certainly interested in hos it goes.  We'll see.

Friday, September 4, 2020

snakes in the grass

 Arizona has an abundant supply of snakes--particularly rattlers. In fact, there are 17 rattlesnake species. The most common one is the western diamondback.  I had one in my yard this morning.  It was doing snake stuff. I told it to head on home, before some of my neighbors tried to kill it.

My longstanding policy on wild animals is if you leave them alone they'll leave you alone. It has served me well and I've even lived in two national parks..  So the snake, a fairly small little guy scooted off to do whatever snakes do. The local fire district will relocate them.  Some people try and kill them.  The snake is just being a snake and I just let it go on its way.  Our neighborhood has open desert on two sides. There's nothing to stop them from coming in.  Strangely, this is the first one I have seen in my yard.

Wednesday, September 2, 2020


 In my neighborhood we have one garbage service.  They have a deal with the local homeowners association and that's that.  Now so two miles away where my brother lives.  Their neighborhood is a garbage free-for-all. There are at least three companies they can subscribe to for residential service and another two for commercial service.  So there are garbage trucks all over the place on Wednesdays.  

Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Phobia of the month

This month's phobia is purgamentophobia, which  is a fear of garbage.  

Saturday, August 29, 2020

sell, sell, sell

 I am in the process of selling a house. It's amazing how much work goes into it.  This wasn't my residence, but my father's.  After dad passed away my brother and I decided to sell it.  We briefly thought about renting it out, but neither of us wanted to go into property management at this point in our lives. 

The place needed a little work.  A gardening crew performed miracles with the yard and a very good cleaning person made it sparkle.  Now, today, it's on the market and we'll see if anyone wants to buy it.

Wednesday, August 26, 2020


 My house has carpet. Over the years I've come to view carpeting as a dirt catcher and nothing more. My brother replaced their carpet with hardwood.  When my dad bought his house it had tile floors throughout.

So, I'll get me a house without carpet, I thought.  I went out looking for places and found none.  I guess I could get minre replaced, but that isn't cheap.  So, I had the carpet cleaned today. It has that dampness still, although they did a nice job.  To be continued. 

Sunday, August 23, 2020

Weird Westerns

 I'm not all that happy with the local library, which has sharply curtailed services.  Nonetheless, I requested something just out from University of Nebraska Press. It's: 

Weird Westerns

Race, Gender, Genre

Saturday, August 22, 2020


 I've been looking at various housing places.  I have a perfectly good house, except I don't like it.  But it is not easy to decide if I want to go through the hassles of selling the existing place and moving to a new place.  It's not like I have to move. I just sort of want a nicer place.  That's the nice ting about open houses--you can check a place out and not have to register with some Realtor. 

Thursday, August 20, 2020

Random thoughts on virtual stuff

 This will go down as the virtual year.  We can't meet in person. The Democratic Convention pushes on. In some ways it's better as there seems less rattling on by blowhard politicians  People seemed to like the little views of the states as they cast their delegate votes.  However, some cons this fall are making the plunge into virtual reality.  I won't be joining them.It just doesn't seem right somehow.  

It's no just that my antiquated computer can't handle this.  Heck my former doctor dumped me as a patient as he was only seeing people over computers.  Sure, it's cheaper to go to Mile Hi Con if you don't have to drive to Denver.  But isn't driving [or flying] half the point?  What will they have but a couple of hours of chit chat on a computer screen and we call it a con now?  I suppose so.

Monday, August 17, 2020


 The last two times I've gone grocery shopping I've ordered online and tried to pick up stuff.  It's been really hot and I just thought the convenience might be worth it.  Sadly, both times I got home to find a full third of my order was missing.  I'd put do not substitute in the instructions because of my poor experience with that. Damn.  This was even worse.  So I drove back to the store.  The cookies I didn't get were right there on the shelf. The pasta I wanted--right there. Hell, the canned goods that were not available were right there.  

Whyfore?  I don't know for sure, but my impression is these people pulling the orders are so overworked they have to fly through the stores to  keep up.  Either that or they simply don't give a shit.  Well, I'm not going to waste my time with online shopping nd it is time to switch stores.

Sunday, August 16, 2020


  So, I was surprised to get a letter my home owners association. My front yard seems okay. I've been pretty busy with my dad dying and all.  Yet another complaint about my yard.  Surely they must be mistaken.  Then I looked at the back yard. Yikes.  How can so many weeds grow so fast. I decided to throw in the towel.  I called a local company that does weed control.  I  decided to give up managing them myself. The weeds won.  

Saturday, August 15, 2020

Thanks for sharing that, congressman

 I don’t usually put politics on this blog, preferring to amaze my readers with my wit and such.   Well, this is a different sort of amazement.  Not long after Senator Kamilla Harris was declared the VP running mate, I noted a remarkable comment from a congressman from Mississippi or Alabama that simply astonished me.  He was pointing pout that she isn’t a real Negro because she wasn’t from Africa, but Jamaica.  Apparently, we’re still importing slaves from Africa and that’s only where Negroes come from. Her parents emigrated from Jamaica. I guess that was what he meant. Actually, the senator is from Oakland.  That’s where she was born and that’s where she grew up.  

Bigotry takes many forms.  I found the remark so strange it left me speechless.

Friday, August 14, 2020

green beans

 I sometimes eat at Cracker Barrel. They're one of very few restaurants that has green beans on the menu. I find I rather like fresh green beans.  Beans that are frozen or out of a can just are not the same.  But freshly cooked green beans with just a hint of bacon grease are pretty darn good eats.  

Over the years I have found dogs go nuts for green beans.  There's some kind of bias in thinking that dogs only eat meat. The truth is they're omnivores  much like bears if they were out in the woods fending for themselves.  And dogs go nuts for green beans.  Cook fido some, let them  cool a little, then try it.  By the way, they tend to like other beans, too.  But green beans is a dog's idea of heaven.

Now, over the years, I have come to appreciate that.  I didn't like them much when I was a kid, but have come to appreciate them as a sort of comfort food.  

Thursday, August 13, 2020

Pseudo Sports

 Well, I watched my first baseball game with no audience.  It's weird.  I still don't see why they couldn't have let in disadvantaged kids and spread them out really good and have some life in the stands.. This just ain't right.  

Tuesday, August 11, 2020

Good grief

 I was sitting in the shade yesterday and I felt woosey.  I thought I was going to faint.  Then I looked at an outdoor thermometer.  Yikes.  It was 110 degrees in the shade.  I placed  cold towel on the back of my neck and started feeling better right away.  I have found that is the best way to rapidly cool somebody down.  Welcome to Arizona in August.  

Sunday, August 9, 2020

Bleach or Pinesol

 I've been trying to clean  my house today.  I hate cleaning, but it needs doing.  One particular problem I always seem to have is mold in showers--the pink kind.  It just follows me around everywhere I live and regardless of climate. I am always battling it.  People say use this or use that.  I think bleach and lots of it is the best mold cure.  Now, as for toilets, I favor Pine Sol. The problem with Pine Sol is it kind of stinks. Right now my windows are open because of the strong smell of bleach and Pine Sol.  

Tuesday, August 4, 2020


And on the subject of democracy, I'm working as a poll worker for the Arizona primary election.  

Sunday, August 2, 2020

Will he go away?

There's a lot of talk that Trump might not leave even if he loses the election.  The thinking is he'll claim some sort of fraud and refuse to leave.  It's not up to him.  The electoral college sends in their ballots. The new Congress declares who the new president is. It is not up to the outgoing president. Article II, section 1, paragraph 3.  

Nixon wanted to declare martial law and stay in power during the Watergate era, but he had no support anywhere.  His cabinet wanted nothing to do with it and neither did the military.  Third world despots do this; they get in power and you can't get rid if them.

How'd it get to be August?

This wasn't like a normal summer.  I couldn't go anywhere.  A lot was going on with my father's health and with Covid19 options were limited. And now it is August already.  

August isn't looking too good, either.  But we'll manage.  In a few days I'll be working as a poll worker. Yep. I'll be taking people's ballots and taking those people without ID into the back room to work them over. Well, probably not on the latter one.  I think it's probably my turn to help keep the voting franchise working.  They must really be hurting for help if they hired me.  Then we're doing an estate sale.  There aren't any fall cons to go to. I think they're all cancelled.  I note Bubonicon in New Mexico was named after the plague, ergo they should continue to hold it and have a contest to see how many people die.  That's not true, it's cancelled.  

They don't even seem to have snow cones anymore. It was really hot yesterday and I was thinking a banana snow cone would work, but no one's selling them.

Thursday, July 30, 2020

he's back!

When I was about two my grandmother took away my favorite toy, a small stuffed tiger as she wanted a souvenir.  And that was that.  There’s a baby picture of me playing with it, but the tiger was gone.  Then, grandma had to go away to a home.  At some point, presumably when they took that dreadful woman away, the tiger must’ve returned.  But no one bothered to tell me. My mom never said a word about it. Then she died. So, last week when my dad died, I was going through a chest of drawers. Underneath some bedding was Bookey.  I hadn’t seen him for 60 years and he’d been sitting in a drawer two miles from my house.  Bookey is back at my house now. 


There are so many dead bodies in New York they're putting them in cold storage trucks.  They can't bury them fast enough.  I had this strange image in my head of bodies on hooks in the meat department at the supermarket.  In Arizona those bodies would be ripe really fast in our heat. Another thought is Soylent Green. They take people and re-purpose them into a paste for people to eat.  That would solve the dead body storage problem. "Honey, I made Soylent Green loaf.  I got the recipe on the Internet."  No more storage problems for dead bodies.  Trust in science fiction to solve earth's problems. Soylent Green starred Charton Heston and came out around 1971 as I recall.

Monday, July 27, 2020

Don't be sarcastic

Here's great news.  Mortuary and crematoriums are jammed with bodies and struggling to keep up because there are so many COVID19 patients kicking off.    

Saturday, July 25, 2020

Don't answer the phone

Yesterday was quite a day.  When the phone rings at 4 am, don't answer it.  Throw the phone in the goldfish bowl and go back to sleep.   Yesterday was my birthday. But I knew immediately what the call was for and it had nothing to do with my birthday.  It was a nurse from hospice calling.  My father's health had been declining. I was able to  get in to see him just last Thursday, since the Copid rules did not allow visitors. Hospice was able to get me in there.  Dad had deteriorated an amazing amount. I hardly recognized him.

So when the phone rang the next day at 4 am I knew what it was.  The fact is, the hospice nurse was very nice.  Then I had to decide if I should call my brother or wait until a more sensible hour, I opted to go ahead and call.  I got my brother's wife (sister-in-law). She thought that was a heck of a birthday present.

So, that set a lot of things in motion: a meeting at the mortuary, a call to my dad's pastor, a few calls to relatives and family friends.   

Finally, at the end of the day, my brother treated my to some Chinese take out.  Uh dad, this was one birthday present I'll never forget.

R.I. P

Friday, July 24, 2020

Floating cars

Whilst I was driving yesterday, I discovered that I was flooded in and both exits from my neighborhood were flooded.  Well, I hit the gas and plowed on through the water. That worked for a few puddles, then I hit a deep one and discovered I was driving a boat. My car was floating. Then, thankfully, my tires caught a hold of the pavement and pulled me out of the water. 

Thursday, July 23, 2020

w/hat if?

What if the re-imposed a quarantine and sent drones out to enforce it?  Sounds like a Science Fiction plot, but it might not be.  They could load shotgun shells on the drone and if it finds you outside it shoots you. Nothing says loving like double aught buckshot. 

Speaking of quarantine, where the heck is all the ketchup?  The store was nearly out of ketchup yet again.  And they never have  iced tea anymore.   

Monday, July 20, 2020


Ya know in the world of horror there tends to be certain trends.  Remember a while back there were vampires everywhere?  Anne Rice came along, then other writers all seemed to be doing vampires. Then it seemed like there were zombies everywhere.  I noted as we were reading for Six Guns Straight From Hell 3 that we were seeing one hell of a lot of monsters--far more than I've ever seen on any project I've edited.  I do not know if that is an indicator of an emerging trend or there just were a lot of monsters sent in.  I guess we'll see.  But folks will get a look at some monsters when Six Guns comes out.

On another trend, we didn't see much in the way of ghosts.  That's not really a trend. I never get many ghosts, even though ghost stories are my personal favorite type of horror.  I've long believed our British friends like ghost stories better than Americans.  /but western ghost stories simply do not come along very often.   

Sunday, July 19, 2020


If you're looking for some great deals on ebooks, the folks at Hadrosaur Productions and Smashwords are having a sale with great prices on some great books. They have anthologies and all sorts of ripping good stuff.  Buy a couple hundred books today. You'll be glad you did.

Saturday, July 18, 2020

Strange Good Fortune

I was reading on a social media site that someone I know got a curry dinner as one of those food places screwed up.  I  have never gotten a free meal out of the boom toward home delivery.  Apparently, it's not all that rare.

Around last Christmas someone dumped a bunch of boxes of Amazon Prime on a nearby street--just dumped the boxes. There were eight of them. I wondered what was in the boxes.  They were just sitting in a ditch.  I took them and drove around the neighborhood and delivered them.  Hell, I don't even like Amazon.  But I didn't want some kid not to get his Tonka dump trunk.  Okay, one of the boxes was opened at one end.    I played with Tonka trucks.  

So, Dominoes delivered to my neighbor's house Thursday.  This is a snowbird house. There's no one living there.  I debated whether to take it in.  I didn't.  It's still sitting on their porch 24 hours later.  No free food for me.  But I could've  eaten pizza while playing with a Tonka truck if I wasn't such a goodie two shoes. 

Update: 48 hours later, the pizza box is still there.  The coyotes opened it, but didn't take the pizza. That's a testament to Dominoes, I guess.  I threw it in the trash.

Friday, July 17, 2020


I was going on about not having Green Stamps anymore. No one knew what I was talking about. They were the original rewards program. Stores gave you stamps based on what you spent. When you had enough, you filled up a stamp book. And with a few books you went to a "store" and could redeem your stamps for merchandise. My grandmother loved them. I remember we went once and got a coffee pot. There were Green Stamps and a competitor, Plaid Stamps. Now, no one has any idea what I'm talking about.

Thursday, July 16, 2020

a tough business

Got a few royalty reports in.  It's kind of disappointing.  Of course, with huge unemployment and many bookstores that were forced to close, it could be worse.  The matter was further compounded by the fact that most of the cons have folded [or cancelled or whatever you want to call it]. It's a tough business.

Wednesday, July 15, 2020

If he catches you...

There's a cartoon character who spends a lot of time tormenting Wile E. Coyote.  Fortunately, ACME has given the coyote rather generous credit terms on anvils and balloons and explosives.  The thing is, why doesn't the coyote simply order those boxes of gourmet food.  In a few days he could be feasting on trout and pheasant--all sorts of things.  But no, it's the bird that haunts his dreams he wants to kill.

And so, the chase goes on.  The thing is, they're not very big.  There was a Road   Runner right out in my front yard yesterday.  

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Dry cleaning

Do superheroes have to get their costumes dry cleaned?  If they did, doesn't that endanger their secret identity?

Monday, July 13, 2020

hot foot

Ah, living in Arizona.  Yesterday I wanted to change the light on my yard light. The thing was, I wasn't wearing any shoes. When I stepped out onto my driveway I discovered that fact. Concrete, when it's 110 degrees is not pleasant to walk on barefoot.  I was amazed I was that stupid.  

Thursday, July 9, 2020

at least there's ketchup

Well, we've got a staggering unemployment problem, a coin shortage, a super high rate of Corona virus, and the price of food at restaurants is skyrocketing because of the extra cleaning and stuff.  But the grocery store does now have ketchup.  Ketchup makes life bearable.  Although I saw someone put ketchup on a hot dog the other day. Now that is truly an abomination.

Wednesday, July 8, 2020


Yesterday I was lamenting the coin shortage which I blame on the banks which are refusing to open their lobbies.  If Burger King can open to the public I don't see why the banks can't.  I think they're using it as an excuse to force everyone to use ATM or those virtual tellers and that's been their wet dream for years--not to actually deal with customers.

So, I was in this coin store on Monday. This place also handles foreign currency.  Some lady wanted to convert her Mexican currency.  They only offered her half of the face value.  They said they can't get rid if it, the border is essentially closed and there aren't any flights and there is nowhere for it to go, so it is worthless until banks start trading again.  Sounds like a hose job to me.

I used to like banks.  Their marble lobbies and people doing all sorts of transactions concerning the commerce of the world.  Now, the door is locked and a bank is simply a website.  

Tuesday, July 7, 2020


Yes,  we have no coins, we no coins today.  The list of shortages just continues to grow. The sore was out of ketchup the other day.  Now stores are pleading for people to use debit cards as they don't have any coins to make change.  All the banks have shut down their lobbies, sissies that they are and businesses with coins can't deposit them and those needing coins can't get them.Haven't seen so many shortages.  

Sunday, July 5, 2020

Coin of the Realm

Apparently there's a coin shortage developing. The local banks all closed their lobbies and are forcing everyone to use drive up tellers or ATM's. These options don't take coins.  Ergo, businesses with too many coins can't get rid of them and places with too few can't get them.  Thank you COPID 19, you're such a fun virus.

I shouldn't have made fun of the guy living in the bunker.

Saturday, July 4, 2020

Blast From the Past

Someone from my grad school days at Oregon contacted me a few days ago. Said he'd been trying for years. Well, I have this blog and a Facebook page. I come up on Google. Couldn't have been trying that hard.  It's easy to lose touch with people.  It was nice to catch up. 

Friday, July 3, 2020

So it begins

Now comes the part of publishing stuff I hate.  We've got 15 writers who have 15 views of how things should proceed.  It's no wonder publishers all carry guns.  Well I've withdrawn the contracts of two writers. I wonder how many more it will be.  Hopefully, no more.  

One pet peeve is the ignorance around copyrights.  Didja know with a collective work such as a serial or anthology where you have multiple authors, a single notice such as one with the publisher's copyright notice was "deemed sufficient" starting with the copyright act of 1976. It went into effect in 1978, that's 42 years ago.  Yet look at anthologies and how many of them have a long list of copyright notices--it's monkey see, monkey do.  Then, the US signed the Berne Copyright Treaty. That one made use of copyright notice completely unnecessary. Yet, they still keep listing all these copyright notices in anthologies.Monkey see, monkey do.  

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Coming Soon

Six Guns Straight From Hell 3, edited by David B. Riley and J. A. Campbell

Saddle up for a wild ride through the weird, weird west. As you ride our trails you’ll want to keep one eye on the path ahead and one over your shoulder cause there’s a bushwhacking monster creeping up behind you.  If your horse gets eaten by a monster, you might be able to get a ride on the midnight train, as long as you don’t mind sitting with ghosts.  If you don’t catch the train, maybe the devil can give you a lift back to town. Just be careful which place you head for, because the folks in one town are about to die.  Staying on ranches ain’t much safer, especially at one girl’s birthday party. Then again, even going to outhouses can be deadly. If you happen to visit the local brothel, be sure and treat the ladies right or you’ll pay dearly. And Tombstone is no place to get your picture taken if you want to keep your skin.

Monday, June 29, 2020

Ketchup monsters from outer space

Okay, these roving food shortages are really out of hand.  The grocery store was out of ketchup. No wonder there's rioting in the streets. I can overlook a lot of things, including the lack of toilet paper and the lack of the iced tea I like.  But I can't face not having ketchup.  I can put that on many different foods and it makes life just a little more bearable.  Life may not be worth living if this ketchup problem gets widespread.  

Saturday, June 27, 2020

Money From Heaven

My policy is if there's money on the ground I pick it up and keep it.  I found 53 cents yesterday. I was so impressed.  I usually just find  a penny. This was two quarters and three pennies. I was so happy.

Friday, June 26, 2020

Evil callers

My dad got a very strange call yesterday.  It was someone pretending to be from Social Security. The number actually traced back to a vacant lot here in town,  The caller kept asking strange questions like if he'd ever lived in El Paso.  Then he wanted to "verify" his direct deposit and wanted his bank account number.  Oh no! Fortunately I was over at his house when this happened. I asked for the phone. The caller hung up. It's no wonder the elderly are often the favorite victims of criminals. It never occurred to my father that this was a bogus phishing call.  This one was so bad even my dad was getting suspicious about it. I sometimes am afraid that he has a phone.  Caller ID has become a joke.  We've put robo caller software to block those calls. But a slick talking caller remains a serious threat. To be continued...

Thursday, June 25, 2020

Why Editors Carry Guns

One of the reasons so many editors only do invitation only projects is a small group of writers who just insist on never-ending arguments with the editor.  They don't seem to get that if an editor doesn't like their story, that's the editor's right.  A few days ago I didn't like a title as it's almost the same as a major movie.  Such titles are spent as readers will expect a tie in and get angry when there isn't one. Some people may think such plays are cute--I do not.So I rejected it and said the title made me decide not to even read the story.  Anyway, I got a reply arguing with me about it.  It's not the writer's decision. It is mine and it does not matter if it is fair, it is still not up to the writer.  The writer is free to take his crappy title somewhere else.  Then I got another angry response and invoked the death penalty--that any future submissions will be discarded unread.  I hope that will end the matter. If the writer wants to do a shootout, I have a .357 ready to go and we can shoot it out any time.

As if to further make me wish I had kept things invitation only, I got yet another story, this one using a Star Trek phrase as a title.It was rejected unread as well, although I haven't gotten any sass on this one.

So, buckaroo, if you're an aspiring author, and you are boiling mad at some editor for rejecting your wonderful story, arguing with the editor will accomplish nothing. And you may want to mail me a box with a rattlesnake in it, but do remember that can work both ways.

Plague stories

Back when I was just starting to write stuff I wrote a story about a driver of a converted garbage trunk and the mechanical arm on the side was used to pick up bodies.  And he drove around every morning and picked up dead bodies.  And people had to get body bags at post offices. And this plague was dropping people in the millions.  It got published in one of the many little zines churning out stuff back then.  Most of them are gone now and I'm sure my story is long forgotten.  

As the story went on, the driver was kind of an outcast. People didn't want to go near him.  He started using that to his advantage and got some weird-looking liquid in a spray bottle. The mere threat of it sent people running. And that was my plague story.

Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Bring out your dead

Arizona is suddenly plague country USA.  There's a shortage of body bags so they're using painter's tarps to wrap bodies in.  Mortuaries are having to rent refrigerated trucks to store bodies in until they get time to embalm and bury them.  Actually I'm lying, sort of.  We really are beseiged by Corona virus but the other stuff isn't really true.  

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Watering plants

Some folks say no one waters them in the desert, so there's no need to water plants in your yard. My experience is if I don't water them, even native plants like cactus don't do so well.  And my trees would surely die. Hence, this morning will be spent watering stuff.

Monday, June 22, 2020


Yep, the smoke from the fires is in the air all around Tucson.  Boy that's tough terrain over there--the firefighters are earning their pay for sure.  And it's hot, really hot.

Sunday, June 21, 2020


Well it's Fathers Day.  My dad just want to do a cookout and that is what he's getting.  And a card. Our family basically  stopped giving gifts many years ago. It's really better. Nobody gets crap they don't want.  Dad says he doesn't really need anything anyway. 

Saturday, June 20, 2020

We are not amuzed

Well, my dad is getting up in years and going to the store is a bit much for him. So, we thought we'd try online ordering and delivery.  I ordered him ordinary items and of the 40 items ordered only half arrived--the other half were out of stock.  So, the $9 delivery fee starts looking like a rip off with some small purchases.

As there's no way to tell if something is in stock until they pull the item, there's no way to substitute. I sure as hell ain't letting the store substitute.  So, it's pretty pathetic. I can't believe this  country is still facing so many food shortages.  

Back to the Drawing Board

Friday, June 19, 2020

Horrible car battery

My car battery is shot. It's always something.  For some reason, just as we've had food shortages all spring, size battery I need just is not available in Tucson. No one knows.  Some place in Phoenix is bringing one to my mechanic later today, I hope.  Otherwise, it'll be an interesting weekend as I wanted to go up into the mountains. It's always something. 

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

As predicted

As predicted I got a couple of angry responses from writers who claimed I shouldn't have rejected them. These are just like the students I had in the one class I taught at the college level.  They complained loudly about their poor grades. Then I opened the attendance record and pointed out they'd attended class less than a fourth of the time.  Maybe, just maybe, that might have been a factor.I want to be  clear, we don't do critiques, these folks were outraged at how we could reject their story.  "But I followed the guidelines."

Nope, it was my fault the students didn't learn nothin.  And, the writers who attacked us for rejecting their story were, without fail, in the bottom ten percent of the stories we got--not even close to getting published.

I think my next anthology, if there even is one, will go back to invitation only.  

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

That Horrible Guy

Today I made some folks unhappy.  I sent out a bunch of rejection notices concerning the anthology I am editing.  Most of them are basic, impersonal rejections. They were once called form rejections when submissions came through the mail. Now, they're the same thing, just digital.  Editors rarely give out personal replies for a few reasons.  One is writers invariably just send back an angry response "How dare you criticize me." or they just ignore what you told them and send out their  story someplace else.  So, editors just say why bother and send out generic rejections.  That's the way the system works.

Then some of the writers will reply to that rejection with messages like "No problem."  As if the editor cares what they think.  An editor is not your pen pal. He is not your teacher. And he is not your critique group.  An editor is simply looking for stories for a particular project.  It's nothing personal. The rejected story simply isn't what the editor is looking for,

Sunday, June 14, 2020

In the Cards

I was rattling on about card  cheats in yesterday's blog.  I mentioned I rarely see stories about gamblers or card sharps [it's sharps in the 1800s, sharks is how the term evolved later].  And the angel Mabel wouldn't dream of cheating at poker, although she pays for most debts with counterfeit money. Some women are hard to figure out.  Especially since her gentleman friend, Miles O'Malley, is a Treasury Agent.  The fact Mabel shamelessly counterfeits money troubles him.  But he also knows no jail could hold her. She need only snap her fingers and she's gone.  

But Mabel loves poker.  And she smokes cigars. And this shocks a few people in 1880s America.  But that's Mabel.

By the way, cards back then rarely had the denomination on them, like Q or 9. They just had the picture of Queen Victoria or nine diamonds or hearts or clubs.  I don't know why.  Stud poker was the likely game cigar chomping men [and Mabel] were playing at a table.  Draw poker appears to have existed, but was not very common back then.  

The other major card game was faro, which was played against a dealer.  The Earps in Tombstone owned an interest in the Oriental Saloon.  They had a faro game running there.  One thing about faro was, to be successful, you had a female dealer. Lonely prospectors and cowboys were far more willing to give their money to a nice looking woman than  some scruffy dude.  I gather a good faro operation could be quite profitable for a saloon.  For some reason, it doesn't rally exist any longer. I'm surprised, with all the casinos out there, someone has not tried to bring it back.  

Saturday, June 13, 2020

How Great I Am?

One of the things you notice quickly when editing books is a lot of "Original" ideas aren't.  The contributor may think it's new and different but after having read the same idea many times--it ain't. So, the difference is in the telling.  In Tales From Dry Gulch one story deals with being buried alive. That's been done before. But her story was different in that a coffin salesman was demonstrating the features on his coffin and ends up getting buried.  Well, the criminal extorts money to dig the guy back up,  Then he tries to kill him and bury him again.  Not to despair, the alien piano player comes to the rescue.  The crook, well he's already a cheater at cards, so the  piano player is not looking kindly on the fellow.

That's a different buried alive than someone like Poe would do.  I liked the story. But the author didn't think it just involved being buried alive.  Alas, too many stories that come in are little more ideas. Touches like the guy cheats at cards, too aren't included.  

Likewise, an army of hundreds of undead riders roaring into town is not particularly new, either.  But if someone worked a card cheat into the story, then I might be more kindly disposed toward it.

As regular readers of this blog may have noticed, I tend to rail on editing things a lot when I'm actively reading for something as I am now.  When Six Guns Straight From Hell 3 is wrapped up then I'll likely fixate on garbage and Tucson's mediocre restaurants.  

Speaking of cheating at cards, the Angel Mabel [Fallen Angel]  has certain powers.  But she wouldn't dream of cheating at poker.  She thinks card cheats are the lowest form of scum on earth--from an angel cast out of heaven and sort of banished to hell.

By the way, I hardly ever see card cheat or stories about gamblers. I don't know why.

Friday, June 12, 2020

Truth and Fiction

One thing about writing fiction is you can play around with worlds that aren't like ours.  A pandemic might be dealt with by armed airships who open fire on anyone outside spreading disease.  After all dead bodies don't transmit disease.  Actually, they do. That was a major way the ebolla virus was spreading.  The people burying the dead bodies were spreading the disease.  When the WHO  got the burying folks to change how they did it and gloves and stuff, transmission rates dropped sharply.  I don't know if dead bodies in restaurants and places are a cause for Corona virus or not. The media seldom talks about the dead people on subway cars or in restaurants and how their bodies are handled.  There I go again, making stuff up. The part about ebolla was true.

Thursday, June 11, 2020

bunker guy

I once lived next door to some guy who lived in an underground bunker. He had a TV camera and it would follow  you around. God forbid anyone should step on his precious property.  I used to make fun of him. Now I don't. He doesn't have to worry about viruses down in his little underground lair. Then again, if he's still there, he probably had freeze dried something. I had some really good burritos for supper.  I wonder if you had a dog in one of those things. Where would it go for its walk and where would it poop?

Wednesday, June 10, 2020


One thing that surprises writers who contribute to books I'm editing is it is not uncommon to get a question about something in their story.  It might be about the Pony Express actually going someplace or it could be about firearms.  I try and keep things as accurate as I can. I think the fantasy or horror works better when the other aspects of the story are realistic.  I recently had someone who made certain assertions about Little Bighorn that simply weren't true.  To my surprise, he sent me some article about the famous battle.  What was odd was he remained adamant that things happened that simply did not--and his article did not make the claims he was.  So, I thanked him for his submission and rejected the story.  

That is quite rare.  Usually inconsistencies on fact can be resolved.  But not that time. I don't know everything, nor would I want to. But I do wonder why someone would argue over trivial points.  On the other hand, many years ago I put a reference to the Epitaph in my novel The Two Devils.   I consider that the coolest name for a newspaper in the history of the world.  Well, the editor changed it to newspaper.  Just newspaper.  I was quite angry over that.  I'm still mad about it a decade later.  So, I have been on both sides of these things.  But, at the end of the day, someone needs to make a decision and that is usually the editor..

So then, the angry writer submits another story.  And it had historical problems as well.  What to do? It will be rejected without any comment from me.

Tuesday, June 9, 2020


I note another science fiction  con has been cancelled. This one is Mile Hi Con in Denver, which is one I was planning on attending.  We're all afraid to congregate anymore.  I guess they may have some virtual thing in its place, but I doubt I'll bother to participate.  These cons have been collapsing one by one.  

Monday, June 8, 2020


Anyone eat out recently?  Boy howdy.  Prices have gone up quite a bit.  Of course the places that opened their dining rooms are running about half capacity with all the rules they're under. Dang, my lunch the other day was quite a load from a restaurant that's not particularly remarkable. 

Few restaurants around here have opened their dining rooms.  I'm not sure why.  The prices on the menus are eye catching.  I guess the thing to so is stay home, which is what they want people to do anyhow.

Sunday, June 7, 2020

cooler weather

They say we have a cold front coming through. We might even get down to 96 or so.  Only in Arizona is that a cold front.  And that's only for a day or two then we're back up to our usual 107 or so.  

Saturday, June 6, 2020


I've been watching Alone from last season, which I missed.  That's the show where they drop you off in the wilderness and wait for you to go insane.  Some years ago there was something called the Joe Schmo Show or something like that. It was bogus and the only contestant didn't know it was rigged and everyone else were actors.  It occurs someone could really mess with these wilderness folks big time.

You could keep putting human footprints around their camp when they're out foraging.  And have stuff missing, yet there's no one around.

You could get some guy in a Bigfoot outfit and have the schmo keep seeing him.\\

Or you could just play little mind games like  move his camp or move equipment and let him think he's losing his mind.

The possibilities are endless. Ah, if only I had a production company full of like minded evil people.