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A few days ago, while driving to work, something caught my attention: An unusual person, walking along the side walk, which paralleled the street. She wore a long, black coat or robe that resembled a habit. Had it not been for the cigarette dangling from her hand, I might have thought she was a nun, who’d decided she now wanted none of that and had engineered an escape, a leave of absence, a scaling of the wall to take a leisurely stroll outside the confines of the convent. Who was this lady and what was her story? Had she fallen asleep at a costume party, just now making her way back home? Was it the only coat she had? Perhaps she’d stolen the garment from a nun now lacking of habits.

Not long ago, when authors were still somewhat of a rarity, a favorite question of audiences was: Where do you get your ideas?

Honestly, I have no idea. If you’re still with me, you’ve no doubt discovered that – only for the moment mind you – I’ve nothing to say. Then again, this is a newsletter, and the news people on the air – television, radio, etc. – ramble on for hours without substance.
The problem is I haven’t been to any book signings or other events in quite some time. It’s from these travels that I draw my inspiration. I’ve been reduced to observing pedestrians and patrons of the market. On my last trip to Wally World I saw a young lady, who, if I had to guess, tipped the scales at 150, riding in a grocery cart, being maneuvered up and down the isles by her somewhat beleaguered mother. It all seemed quite futile, since nothing more could fit in the cart. Well, actually the daughter did have a box of cereal in one hand and a lemon in the other.

Around the next corner, a tall fellow, who was unfortunate enough to have been born with a long, albeit well groomed horse’s tail strolled by, his leather pants straining against the load, making a sound somewhat like that of an old wooden sailing ship caught in the doldrums. As Chuck Sasser would say, “No, I’m not making this up.”

Being a writer has its disadvantages, taking in such images, which are not easily sponged from the psyche.

I’m finally nearing the end of Footprints of a Dancer, the 3rd book in the Detective Elliot series. What an endurance run this series has been. For those of you who have stuck with me and continue to read my work, I am eternally grateful. Footprints promises to be the best Elliot yet.

The new blog is also still in the works. Hey, Brad, maybe we should just stick with the graphics we got and shoot from the hip.

The Oklahoma Writers Federation conference was great this year, one of the best yet. Good job, everyone.

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