Of Blood, Shadows, and Fort Bowie, AZ; or, A Novelist’s Own Roadtrip

Writing a novel can be a bloody business.

‘Course I would rather do it any day than spill real blood, but rarely a writing day goes by when I’m not “licking my wounds,” “battered,” or just plain depressed at my paltry efforts to put letter after letter and have them say something meaningful to more than me . . . → Read More: Of Blood, Shadows, and Fort Bowie, AZ; or, A Novelist’s Own Roadtrip

Of Drugs, Guns, and Succulents

What are the most likely things to be smuggled out of Mexico?

Drugs.

Guns.

Cacti.

Saguaro Vista, Arizona. copyright es 2004            

X-mas Kitsch

Especially those funny-looking cartoonish cacti. The bright green ones with the long arms that look like Gumby with spikes. On menus, you might see them wearing . . . → Read More: Of Drugs, Guns, and Succulents