Whispers of Old Winds

​Dreamspinner Press will publish my shorty story, "Whispers of Old Winds," on December 1, 2015. The storytelling will be included in its 2015 Advent Calendar, "Sleigh Ride." The Advent Calendar includes 31 stories, by 31 authors--one story a day through the month of December. This is the first time I've worked with Dreamspinner Press, and the experience has been remarkable, so unlike what I've come to expect from other publishers of LGBT fiction. They are the real deal, so to speak; very professional and thorough.

It is only coincidental that the emergence of this new blog coincides with my initial publication with Dreamspinner. 

The blog: Some of the pages are not complete. The "Images" page certainly isn't complete. I have thousands of images, and intend to post only the ones I feel are worthy of sharing. That will take some time. I will periodically add content to the "Remembered Words" page. That page, too, awaits my sifting of all the wonderful words I've collected over the years. And, of course the blog page will hopefully be undated often. One of my favorite quotes is from George Eliot:"Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact." I will endeavor to remember Mister Eliot's observation when posting anew. And, "My Books" is not complete either. I'll get the rest up there in time. 

Here's the blurb for "Whispers of Old Winds."

"After Sam returns home from two tours of duty in Iraq and Afghanistan, he moves to the Colorado mountains, where he hopes to begin a new life with his husband, Michael. Sam becomes the sheriff of sparsely populated Pine County, while Michael opens a curio shop for tourists where he sells his art. When Sam and his deputy attempt to rescue a body from a dangerously fragile mountainside snowpack, Sam’s perception of the world, his husband, and the veracity of "truths" whispered in old winds, are called into question."

I'll add an except after the work is published.  

Oh, the bear... He appeared this past summer right outside our living room window. He is significant to my short story. Has something to do with skinwalkers.

 

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