Army beat Navy. Anything’s possible. Sure, Donald Trump was there, and he shared the TV booth for a while, saying his usual nothings to Verne Lundquist and Gary Danielson.
I’m trying my best to respect the office in spite of the man who will soon occupy it. I still have friends who think it’s going to be great. I hope they’re right. I just don’t see how.
Oddly enough, this morning I think of an old song associated with the Democratic Party:
Every man a king / Every man a king / Oh, you can be a millionaire …
The Democrat was Huey Pierce Long, dictator of Louisiana. He died in 1935. The song requires some revision:
Oh, you can be a billionaire …
But I kid Il Duce. I better stop right there. How ’bout those Black Knights of the Hudson!
I’m writing a book contemporaneously. Is that a word? Yes, it is. Existing or occurring in the same period of time.
In other words, in the background of the next novel, Donald Trump is being elected president. He’s not a character. He’s just hovering. Looming over. Being there. Like Chauncy Gardiner.
I wrote the 26th chapter on Thursday and spent Friday trying to find a place to publish it, or to, at least, broaden the options. By the way, it’s still in progress. The first draft is now over 63,000 words with a target of at least 80,000. The first five novels averaged about 95,000. That’s probably about right.
On Saturday, I played my guitar, watched Army edge Navy and North Dakota State defeat South Dakota State, and followed Youngstown State defeating Wofford in double overtime on Twitter. I made a night-time run to McDonald’s for a large coffee because my machine died yesterday, and I ordered a new one on Amazon because I found a deal on one Consumer Reports recommends, and, as a result, I made another run to McDonald’s this morning, and it’s probably going to happen again tonight and in the morning, and until a small van appears in the front yard with a box, and this appointment is scheduled for tomorrow. Meanwhile, my fortune is being funneled into McDonald’s at a rate of $1.62 a pop.
Sales of the new novel, Cowboys Come Home, took a weekend jump, which is nice because my books usually take weekend dives. It’s about two Marines who come home to Texas at the end of World War II. Maybe the Army-Navy game helped. More likely, it’s because a good friend, Vince Pawless, has been spreading the word that the Janus in the book is a lot like the Gainesville, Texas, where he lives.
Vince bought a copy of Cowboys Come Home for his 93-year-old father, Mugg (it’s all I know him as), who is a veteran of World War II. Mugg read it in no time flat and sent a good review to me through his son, and it’s the best review ever. Mugg stormed the beaches at Normandy. Ennis Middlebrooks and Harry Byerly, the Marines I made up in the novel, served in the Pacific.
If you’ve read Cowboys Come Home, you can spread the word, too, though perhaps not as authentically as Mugg Pawless. You can write a paragraph or two in a customer review on Amazon or Goodreads. There’s still time to send a copy as a gift to a friend who might like it, or just tell that friend about it.
It’s possible you haven’t even read it yet yourself. You can go to Amazon and put it in your phone in five minutes, and it won’t cost nearly as much as the coffee I’ve purchased at McDonald’s and the local truck stop this weekend.
It’s $3.99 in Kindle version (yes, apps are available for all kinds of laptops, tablets, and iSomethings) and the softcover edition is $17.95.
If you’d like me to mail you a signed copy of Cowboys Come Home, or any of my other novels, you can find my address and instructions at montedutton.com. (montedutton.com/blog/merchandise)
I’ve written five novels and a collection of short stories. I’ve also written a number of books about sports, mostly about NASCAR. You can find most of them here.
Crazy of Natural Causes is on Amazon sale all month for $.99.
The Kindle versions of my books, where available, can be found above. Links below are to print editions.
My new novel is a western, Cowboys Come Home. Two World War II heroes come home from the Pacific to Texas.
I’ve written a crime novel about the corrosive effects of patronage and the rise and fall of a powerful politician and his dysfunctional family, Forgive Us Our Trespasses.
I’ve written about what happens to a football coach when he loses everything, Crazy of Natural Causes. It’s a fable of life’s absurdity.
I’ve written a tale of the Sixties in the South, centered on school integration and a high school football team, The Intangibles.
I’ve written a rollicking yarn about the feds trying to track down and manipulate a national hero who just happens to be a pot-smoking songwriter, The Audacity of Dope.
I’ve written a collection of 11 short stories, all derived from songs I wrote, Longer Songs.
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